Disclaimer- I don't own anything. -cries-
Warnings- A kiss at the end, and that little itty bitty hint of slash. And we can't forget an emoing Torn!
Pairing- Jak X Torn Whoosh!
Another one shot by Teh Krad. What will we do?! Well this one is a drabble... Never had a story so small before, but hey what can one do. Nothing much to say, the drabble is based on a scene from Jak II. I blame this little idea, from beating all four Jak games, then watching my husband play Jak II and his brother beat Jak 3 and X. All the Jak playing... -dies- Addiction... I swear.
Blonde and green hair flashed by the open doorway. The owner of the long hair, Jak, stamped through the house, angry about the series of events that happened to him in the tomb of Mar. 'Baron Praxis is going to pay for this.' His mind seethed with anger and loathing.
Maybe you should blame the person who leaked out information. I believe a nice beating would teach our dear old Underground leader a lesson. Dark grinned, letting images of what he would do flood his host's mind.
'No. There's got to be a reason.' Jak scanned the small Underground hideout, meeting his light blue orbs with the icy, cold pools of Torn. "What did you do?" His ple hands reached out, grabbing two fists of the older man's blue shirt.
The ex-Krimzon guard member looked up, his normal expressionless mask was gone and replaced with a look of utter sorrow and regret. "What do you want?" His voice was soft, the usual edge gone.
The blonde's grip loosened. Slowly placing the man back on the crate, he stood back, trying to calm himself. He was glad that for once Daxter had chosen to shut his mouth. "What happened?" The anger had seeped into his veins vanished, replaced by a sense of longing.
"The Baron threatened Ashelin." The redhead hung is head low. "Said that if we didn't tell him what he wanted..." He trailed off, trying to compose himself. "...He would kill her." The Underground leader, braced himself for whatever the nutcase in front of him might deal out.
"We have to save them." Jak rubbed his chin, thinking of the passageways he used to know. Nothing jumped out at him, except for the warp point. "Do you think Vin can hook us up?"
Torn looked up, quickly. His features showed nothing, but surprise. He reprimanded himself for not thinking about that earlier.
Jak started to make his way out, but not before stopping and turning around. "Hey Torn." He watied for the man to lift his head. Closing the gap between the two, he quickly pressed his lips against the other's. Pulling away, he continued his little speech. "Next time don't let yourself get down. We'll be there to help." He left without waiting for a reply.
A/N: Review plz.