Ok this is a Jak and Daxter story featuring Torn/Oc. I would like to Credit LoorTheDarkElf because it was her story (Title Sammich? It's a Torn/Oc as well) that gave me the idea and inspiration to make this. Also i'd like to give credit for the whole Muse/human thing to PipTheKitten (DA). They're both cool people so you should check out their stuff. Also Loor has a Jak/Oc story (Vacation or War) that is epic. It's descriptive but not to the point of boredom; adventurous though there is down time for the character that is still fun; and is over all fun to read. And just talk to Alex (PipTheKitten) She's quite cool. Um well that's all for now I guess. Enjoy and comment please.
Chapter One: Stormy Nights.
Torn signed yet another report about Metal Head sightings and set it off to the side for a scout to check out. The next paper was a request that Torn found stupid and useless therefore he denied it and set it in a pile for filing. His day kept going on like this; Signing papers while rejecting few others and sending even less up to higher ups or people with more qualification on the subject. And he didn't stop for his luch break so by the time he did stop his hand was hurting and it was several hours over time too. Over time that he wouldn't be getting paid for so Torn clocked out and left everything sitting on his desk.
As soon as he exited the building a large Boom exploded in the air. Torn looked around for the source of the sound. A single drop of water landed on his exposed arm, He was wearing a dark gray tank top. His eyes looked at the drop then to the sky. Yellow flashed and light up the sky and a moment later there was another boom. Another drop fell from the foreboding sky and with it thousands more broke free from the prison of dark clouds. Moments passed and Torn was soaked to the bone. But still he walked at a calm pace. Not Like he hadn't been planning on getting in the shower when he got home anyway.
It was a long walk because, as stupid as it sounded, he stayed at the underground base still. There was too much there for him to give up. He was afraid that if he got an actual apartment; Well he wasn't really sure what he was afraid of but he didn't like it. And these thoughts that he concentrated on made him miss the turn he needed to take several streets back. And in Haven City 'several streets' could range from thirty feet to five hundred feet. And with Torn's luck now-a-days it was closer to the five hundred foot mark.
After a bit of deliberation he turned down a side street and started to make his way to the ex HQ through side streets. A few turns here and there he was nearly back to his home. But laughter made him change course for a moment. He found several teenage boys laughing and throwing something brown around. Most likely a bag filled with rocks. Clearing his throat Torn caught the attention of all of the boys playing catch. One boy caught the bag, for that is indeed what the sack was.. "KG!" The boy used the shorted term for the Krimson Guard and then another boy ran. A third shouted for the rest of the group to do the same. "Run!" Torn made a move to follow but the first boy chucked the bag at Torn to stall him and ran after his friends.
Even though Torn had looked like he was going to follow he had no intentions of doing such. He had only wanted to scare the boys off, and quite likely home. Now that they were gone he too would head home. The sack he would throw out and never again have to think about this. But Torn couldn't help it and he shifted the bag around until it was in his left hand and he was able to find the, tied shut, opening. With skilled fingers, using his right hand, he was able to work the tight knot free. The bag collapsed open and laying in a small ball in his hand was an animal.
The animal was definitely alive for Torn felt it tense and he saw it try to become an even smaller ball than it already was. From what he could tell it was Ottsel like. A Muse most likely. The Muse was orange in color, a darker more brilliant shade than Daxter, And the tip of it's ears were black along with the tip of it's tail that was held tightly to itself with a paw. Torn lifted the muse with his right hand and dropped the bag from his left before setting the animal once again in his left hand and holding it close to his chest. From a pocket he removed a length of red cloth. It was from when he was still part of the rebellion. Normally it would be tied onto bicep, but for some reason today he had kept it in his pocket. And now he used it to protect the wet Muse and protect it from the harsh rain.
Torn made it back to his home in minutes and the first thing he did, after setting the muse on the bottom one of the few remaining sets of bunk beds, was remove his soaked shirt and pants. He left his plain black boxers on, thought they were damp he had always felt weird if he walked around in the nude. And now that there was an animal watching him, the Muse had moved enough that he could see it's sapphire right eyes following his every move, it made him even uncomfortable to be only in his boxers. Torn went into the room in the back, what used to be the meeting room between him and the Shadow so they could talk without eavesdroppers, and went into the closet at the back of the room. He took out a pair of black slacks and pulled them on.
Squatting down he waited a few seconds before slowly turning around. The Muse had entered the room and he didn't want to startle it. The sad thing was this was where the use of all that KG training was going now-a-days with him not being aloud out on patrol. Stoney faced, he reached a hand out to it. At first it just stared at his face. It looked at his hand next. Then, with much hesitation, it started to sniff. The muse was still two feet away when it looked into Torn's eyes, Torn could now see that the Muse had two different eye colors and the second color was a jade like green; and it mewed softly, and moved it's head like it wanted to be pet. Torn started to pull his hand back when again the Muse made a sound. He lifted his hand once more. What he thought odd was that the Muse had it's right paw lifted this entire time. "It's alright, I won't hurt you." Torn said then slightly winced at his own rough voice.
But it didn't affect the Muse, if anything it seemed to sooth the partially scared animal. The animal moved forward and Torn realized why it had it's paw lifted up like it did. As it limped towards him he guessed that it either had a sprain or break. Nothing a little green eco couldn't fix. Once it made it to Torn he softly scratched behind it's ears a moment then picked it up and was about to set it on the bed. A thought occurred to him and he held it around the abdomen. With a quick movement the muse was in front of his face, held with his right hand, and he used his other hand to move it's back legs.
Immediately she started to chitter at him. But Torn ignored the noise, set her down, and headed to the bathroom where he retrieved his med kit. He had some green eco saved in case of injury. Upon returning to his room he found the muse curled up on his pillow. Hesitation was not something Torn was used to, but right now it was dictating his every move. The Muse, for Torn refused to name the animal- naming would only get him attached to the animal that was going to be released once it was healed, it looked at Torn through it's green eye. And now that Torn was sure that she wasn't resting he no longer hesitated.
Green eco, used for multiple purposes. Though it was used for healing more than not. A slimy green salve that has a sweet tangy odor, Torn gently rubbed it onto her hurt paw then moved to grab gauze to put on it. Before he could stop her she licked at the eco. The result was immediate. Her face contorted in disgust and with her good paw she tried to wipe it off. Torn couldn't help but chuckle. She looked at him and moved when he went to put the gauze on her. Obviously she didn't trust the gauze, tanks to licking the eco, so again she curled up on his pillow.
All of the medical stuff was set on a bedside table. Then Torn picked the muse up off of his pillow and set her on the one next to it. After a moment of thought Torn removed his pants and blew the light out. Not a second after he put his head on the pillow the muse moved to the same pillow as him and curled up. "Why?" Though he didn't mean to, he said that out loud. The only reply he got from her was a loud purr that got softer as they both fell asleep.