Right, so there i was, happily searching away for a fic to read when i suddenly had the urge to look for any Jak & Daxter fics (M). Much to my horror and dismay, there are infact very few with pairings such as Jak/Torn, Jak/Erol. Torn/Erol, ect ect. I have therefore taken it upon myself to write one.

I'm more supportive of a Jak/Torn pairing, but this idea just mercilessly started to attack my brain at 4am and wouldnt let me sleep until 6am when i finished the first chapter.

So, this is what i've got so far.

This is going to be a side story, so i might take a while to update.

Much Love - Kitty xxxxx

'This is... strange...'

He could feel warmth.

'Whats...going on?'

He had been surrounded by a thick darkness, his body ice cold, for longer than he dared imagine.

Dead.

'Am I dreaming...?'

Yet now, somehow, a slow heat was making it's way through his frozen limbs, reawakening his blood. The once normal feeling of his heart beating steadily in his chest, sent a jolt surprise through him. His previously dead nerves tingling as they too began to work.

'Is this...real?'

Confused, he tried to move himself in the darkness, not expecting his body to work, yet it did. Everything responded as normal. He moved his arms and legs, maneuvering in what felt like...water.

'Water? Where am I?'

Quietly at first, the sounds of a city began to ring in the darkness around him. The familiar sounds of Hover-vehicles and people walking around, chatting to those they knew. He could smell the thick scent of pollution, swirling around him.

'Haven?'

Suddenly the darkness turned white. A searingly bright light eliminated the blackness he had become accustomed to. He blinked, trying to see but failed. He felt the light seemingly slash through him, pushing and pulling him, until he felt like he would be ripped apart. It was painful. More so than his own death.

He blacked out.

..."Use your second chance well"...

"No."

"Aw come on!"

"There is absolutely, positively no chance of me getting on that thing! Zip, zero, zilch. No way buddy."

The persuader smirked down at the refuser, who gulped harshly and started to back up, slowly at first before turning to run. He had made it no further than a a few steps when he was grabbed from behind and then sat behind the handle bars of the hover-bike he had previously been refusing to get on. His argument was understandable. The bike was a little worse for wear. The engine was barely still attached, the seat had been ripped clean off, the right booster only went at half power, dents, scratches and holes littered the body of the bike and to top it all off – it was on fire.

It was, indeed, a horribly mangled mess and Daxter was currently perched behind the, not entirely functional, handlebars as his apparently insane friend prepared to launch it back into the fray of the Haven city rush hour, after one already fatal crash. Fatal for the other driver and several pedestrians, that is. As usual, Jak was without a scratch and Daxter... well he'd just cowered in fear and somehow escaped with only more images of blown up hover vehicles and barely recognizable bodies.

"I don't wanna die today!" The orange Ottsel wailed, gripping the middle of the handlebars as the teenager blasted the jets in preparation. He should be used to this, really. It happened daily, after all.

"Don't worry Dax." With that said, Jak jammed his foot down on the acceleration and sped through the city, ducked down at street level. The city folk dived out of the way of the bike as they heard the approaching warning alarm that was Daxter screaming at the top of his lungs. At least he was useful for something.

Two minutes into what should have been a 15 minute journey in the city rush hour, Jak pulled up outside the Freedom League headquarters, where Daxter leaped from the Zoomer and began to caress the floor whimpering; 'land, sweet land, I love you so.' Jak simply rolled his eyes and walked towards the entrance lift, Daxer soon hopped up and perched on his shoulder. As they waited for the lift the discarded hover-bike exploded loudly, sending shrapnel flying around the area. The Ottsel paled before giving the teenager the i-told-you-it-wasn't safe look. Jak just grinned stupidly.

He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in water, alright. The grimy polluted water, that ran underneath the bridges of the Port. He was currently underneath one of the bridges, shielded from view. He continued to tread water as he thought about his situation. Wasn't he supposed to be dead. He had been, he was sure of it... so why was he alive now? He vaguely recalled hearing a voice as he passed out, telling him to use his 'second chance' well. Did that mean he had been brought back?

Feeling the beginnings of a headache he decided to think more later. Right now he was cold, wet and hungry. He swam round the side of the bridge tower and made his way up the small ramp at the side. The people either didn't notice or didn't care as he emerged from the water. Glancing down at himself he found he was in his old guard uniform, minus the armor, helmet/face guard and anything KG related. That didn't bother him. What did bother him was that he was in his real body, not merged in with robotic parts. It felt odd but nice to be himself again. He had been wondering if he would be recognized, but it seemed he was only remembered as how he was when he died.

He caught his reflection in the side of a parked zoomer, he looked almost psychically the same as he did before the Stadium 'accident'. In death, his hair had apparently grown, he wasn't sure if it would go back into his old stuck out style when it dried or stay as it was currently, flopped down around his shoulders with bangs hanging, irritatingly, in his eyes. Although, he had to admit, he wasn't quite as noticeable like this, even though his hair was a bright shade of ginger.

Sighing, he took off in the direction of the Bazaar. He contemplated hijacking a zoomer, but decided to avoid drawing attention to himself for now. At least until he knew what was going on.

The troublesome duo entered HQ and made their way to the map room. Torn would be there. He always was. Daxter was positive he had some sort of obsessive map disorder, since all he seemed to do all day was stare at it while handing off missions to Jak. The teenagers boots sounded loudly against the metal flooring of the corridor, probably alerting anyone in rooms nearby that he was here. He swiped his card key and the door to the map room hissed open. As suspected, there was Torn hunched over his beloved maps.

"You guys back already?" He didn't look up, if he had he'd have only seen the smug faces of the two in front of him. They liked beating Torn's expectations, little did they know he'd given up expecting since they always managed to do one better than he thought they would. He just like to keep them happy, lest he have to endure the whining of the fabled 'Orange Lightening'.

"Deliveries suck, Torn. Why is there never any missions where I get to shoot something anymore?" Jak liked shooting. He hated it when he didn't get to shoot. He usually flew out to the wasteland when he had nothing else to do but recently they'd had a lot of delivery requests from various merchants. He was slowly going insane.

"Can't help it Jak." He replied, rolling his eyes. "Go kill things at the gun course or something."

"So you got nothing else for us? No more miss-" The teenager cut off when Torn's phone rang. It had been dubbed the 'emergency line', so for it to ring, something 'good' must have happened. The brunette answered with speed, grumbling 'Torn' into the phone as a greeting. Jak listened in.

"What? Are you sure?"

"And you're positive, right?"

He glanced at Jak and gave him the 'look'. Torn seemed nervous, which was unusual. Something big had come up and Jak was just itching to get out his peacemaker and blast everything in sight.

"Right, right, I'll send Jak." He hung up, placed his phone back in his pocket, put his hands flat on to the table and breathed. Jak was confused to say the least. Was Torn freaking out? That wasn't normal. He was going to attempt a soft approach, unfortunately... Daxter got there first.

"Hey, tattooed wonder! Who was on the phone? Jak gets to shoot now, right?" The Ottsel practically yelled at the man. Jak suppressed a groan at his friends tactics. Torn openly sighed before straightening himself out and looking at the pair in front of him.

"Jak...we may have a problem. One of my men in the Bazaar is certain he just saw Erol-" He was cut off from the rest of his sentence as two 'WHAT!!'s simultaneously echoed across the room. Before Torn could get another word in, Jak was out of the door, down the elevator and commandeering another Zoomer.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" he growled as he smashed the pedal down to the floor and took off in the direction of the Bazaar, Daxter clinging to the seat for dear life. It didn't take a genius to figure that Jak was livid. He'd already seen this man 'die' twice. The second time he was the one that killed him. He was sure of it. Erol was dead!

It didn't take long for him to reach the Bazaar where he discarded the almost destroyed zoomer and began storming around, frantically looking for any sign of the man that had found so much pleasure in torturing him. He could feel the dark ego beginning to boil within him. He would find Erol, kill him and this time he would make sure the bastard was dead. He would rip him apart and burn the pieces if he had to, but this time Erol wouldn't be coming back.

So thats the first chapter.

I will admit that i havent played the games in a while (which i will change shortly) so if a few things are a little off the mark i'll alter them later.
Feel free to point things out though.

Note: I won't be updating unless it pulls in at least some reviews. I've began to notice that many people update and update. ending up with a 12 chapter, 40000 word story and yet only have a few reviews. If you want another chapter, review your ass off.

Much Love xx