Here's my horrible attempt at a story in first person. If your eyes burn well, that sucks. The characters are probably going to be OOC, but this is my first attempt at a Jak and Daxter fic, alright? So it might be a bit rocky.

Description:There comes a moment in every sidekicks life, when they gotta flip the enemy the bird and then hope the real hero recovers enough to save their skinny ass later.

Rating:T (for slight cursing.)

Probably a One Shot. So let's begin. R&R.

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(Daxter's POV)

Crap…crap, crap, crap! Shit! My claws instinctively dig themselves into Jak's shoulder and I hear him grunt in discomfort. Ears perked I quickly remove my claws and look down at him sheepishly damn I didn't mean to make him feel worse, it was just instinct. Slowly my ears pin themselves to my skull and I know sorrow is reflected in my eyes.

I've never seen Jak this screwed up, I think I see the bone in his leg. Yup something's white sticking out and it's slicked with blood. Ugh I feel like I'm gonna hurl. Y'know I've never realized just how queasy I can get, I mean sure there've been occasional scraps and bruises and even a broken limb here and there, but never this severe.

I guess me and the sight of blood just don't hang. I can see him cackling over us, in his victory and all I can do is scowl teeth grinding together as I gaze at him. I hate him just as much as Jak does, even if I don't show it as much as he does. Oh boy Errol is quite the looker now, with his mostly robotic body, I'd been hoping he'd died in that crash…that we were through with him…well I guess I can't always get what I want.

Oh boy he's ranting now why can't villains get over themselves for, I dunno five seconds? The monologues aren't needed, believe me. Hey, hey! There's a fine line between story telling and monologues, trust me!

I tuned him out for at the moment, just checking up on Jak, making sure he was still breathing. If Jakkie didn't survive no way I would! Errol may have let my skinny ass go all those years ago, but this time he'd make sure I'd end up looking as screwed up as him! Well anyways I'd been tuning him out until I heard him say something about feeding me to metal heads and making Jak watch.

Not cool dude…totally not cool. What a jerk, I felt my fur stand on end as he began to approach me, dammit, I really wish Jak wasn't dying on the floor right now.

"Daxter…" My ears perk as I hear Jak's very weak and raspy voice. I don't like it, the look he's giving me and I feel my ears pin themselves against my head again. His eyes were pained but they held hope…hope that I would escape. I wanted to punch that look off o' his face! "Run…"

"Hey big guy, don't get all pissy but I ain't leavin'," I remarked glaring at Errol who now was way too close for comfort. He'd be able to grab at me and then go through with his threat…From the corner of my eye I saw Jak as he gave me a hard look that said do what I f'n want! Too bad I'm immune to that look.

I got jittering as I stared up at the cyborg, he's lookin' at us with a self assured smirk, like he's got it all figured out. Taking a shuttering breath in I was about to do something I was sure would get old bucket brain's goat.

After all it had worked so well with Pecker…

So I raised my hand flipped the a'hole off and with the biggest grin I could muster I said, "F*ck off!" Ok so I hadn't said that to Pecker but I had flipped him off, saying that was just a bit of insurance I guess. Oh and it got the desired affect too!

Now it was time to run like hell! I took off scrambling around Jak, my eyes large as I sped across the platform, oh yes Errol was defiantly chasing after me; his eyes alight with fury. I barely dodged out of the way of a missile the deadly object grazing my fur, I swallowed thickly. Way to close for comfort there bud! This sucked! This freakin' sucked! I was going to get my fuzzy ass burnt to a crisp!

"Jaaaak!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trust me that's loud. I was totally screwed if Jak didn't get up somehow and save me…but that didn't seem possible. His freakin' bone was sticking out of his body! Not even Jak would be able to…

No! Stop being selfish for one second you fuzzy little piñata! I shook my head fiercely. This time I had to protect him, I gritted my teeth as my body began to tire. My muscles strained and I panted sweat beginning to spread throughout my fur, bleck. I was slowing down and I knew I was going to die if I slowed down 'cause cyber boy would tear me limb from limb the first chance he got. My brain and body just wouldn't agree anymore so I slowed down my back legs straining the most out of all of my body. Did I mention this sucked?

My ears perked as I saw a crevice in the wall, just ottsel size, oh thank the precursors! Quickly I scurried over to it, my body finally giving out on me. I quickly squeezed my way through the crevice. Hey, it was actually pretty roomy, once you got past the gut clenching crevice.

I panted like mad as I brought my legs up to my chest. Hopefully Jak would somehow make it away before Errol decided takin' Orange Lightning out wasn't worth it. My rest was short lived as something was pushed into my hidey hole. "Damn…" My eyes widened as I saw what appeared to be a cannon alight with eco glowing brightly and aiming right for me, the barrel crackled to life as whatever revved to life in the cannon got ready to shoot me to bits. I'm sorry Jak…I failed you again.

OMIGOSH, that was short. When I have the time I'll lengthen it and make it a little more bearable to read. Also it could be continued, depends on how I feel. Pretty much it.