Hello again.

Another Jak/Torn Story. Those boys really got the better of me... *sigh*

Anyways: Jak and all his friends and enemies belong to NaughtyDog.

But if I happen to get one of them, I'll let you know.

Torn stared at the ottsel in disbelieve. "You want me to do what exactly?" Daxter's grin grew wider. „I dare you to go over to her and give Keira a kiss" The Tattooed Wonder didn't move. He couldn't. Not that he wasn't trying, but his body refused to take orders. Daxter's grin seemed to split his face in halves. Torn wouldn't mind. He was up to murder that stupid fucking orange plague. "Jak will kill me", he finally managed to chock. The orange fur ball just shrugged.

Ashelin sat on a bar stool beside her long time friends and followed the discussion curiously. How on earth had Torn managed to get himself into this mess?

Earlier that evening, Torn had made a first fatal mistake. He had started to drink hard alcohol. There was a good reason behind it – at least that was what he told Ashelin when she asked – but it was a stupid thing to do nevertheless. Especially when you happened to be sitting in the bar of your best soldier's pet!

Said orange fur ball had picked his chance well. As soon as Daxter had noticed what Torn was up to, he made sure he would never run out of alcohol. Being the owner of the bar, this was no difficult task. Daxter's silently chuckled and poured Torn another glass of 'Little Red Zoomer'. Nothing could stop him now! Well, almost nothing. The red haired baroness of the city was sitting beside her first commander and eyeing him with a worried look.

The ottsel lazily strolled over to his wife and whispered something in her ear. The hungry look in his eyes prevented everyone at the bar from guessing what he was really talking about. Even Ashelin turned her gaze away from the couple quickly. Sexual tension filled the air. But soon, Daxter and Tess were back at business and acted as if nothing had happened.

None noticed the malicious touch Tess' grin had gotten. Only Jak might have been able to tell that there was something going on, but he was currently too busy flirting with Keira.

Accidentally, Tess dropped a pile of glasses right beside Ashelin who was right there to lend the ottsel a hand. In the mean time, Daxter placed himself in front of a slightly tipsy commander. A grin spread wide over his face. "I bet you can't drink your next 'Zoomer' on ex.", he stated. Torn just stared at him for a moment. Then he smirked at the ottsel. He was very sure he was going to win that bet. But so was Daxter. And this was the second fatal mistake of the Tattooed Wonder within a few hours time.

Long story short: Daxter won the bet and was now grinning demon like at a gapping Torn.

As her commander was obviously not able to form a proper sentence at the moment, Ashelin stepped in to help him. "He's right, Dax. If he does as you dare him, Jak is going to go mental!" The ottsel wasn't impressed by it at all: "He made the mistake to take a bet against me. Now he has to deal with the consequences." Daxter turned around and filled a glass that he soon handed over to one of the customers.

"Listen sweetheart. I don't really care what you think will happen. Nor do I give a shit about what actually will happen. So just go over there and get it over with!" Torn could finally move again. He picked up his glass and emptied the rest of the 'Little Red Zoomer'. Afterwards he stared at the empty glass with a sour look. Why was it so easy to get the alcohol down now? He shot a death glare at the fur ball and stood up.

"Torn…", Ashelin tried, but he was already out of her reach. This was not going to end well. The red haired baroness followed her friend with her eyes, ready to step in should Jak seriously try to go on a rampage.

"I'm goin' to regret this" Torn murmured to himself. But nevertheless he stepped over to the table Jak and Keira were sitting at. They looked up at him with a questioning look. The commander sighed, bent down to the blue haired woman and gave her a quick kiss. Spinning around on his heel he went back to the bar, leaving two very confused elves behind. Daxter awaited him with a broad grin and another 'Little Red Zoomer'.

"How on earth does it come that Jak's not here to kill me yet?" Torn asked after he had emptied the 'Zoomer' in one big gulp. "And how the hell is it possible that I can drink this stupid thing on ex now?" Daxter was trying to flee the area before the Tattooed Wonder could get a hold of him but failed. Long fingers wound around the ottsel's small figure. Daxter squealed and tried to escape the iron grip – with no luck.

"How?" Torn repeated. The orange fur ball was saved from certain death by a dark voice, coming from behind the commander. "Laying your hand on Daxter was the second fatal mistake you made tonight, Torn" Wrong, Ashelin thought, it was the third.

Slowly the Freedom League commander turned around, his grip not loosing even the slightest bit. Behind him stood Dark. The Dark Eco creature had a murderous expression on its face. Fangs exposed and a hand with razor sharp claws ready to strike he snarled at Torn. The commander stayed surprisingly calm. It wasn't the first time he faced Dark and he couldn't hope that it was the last. "Calm down, Tall, Dark and Gruesome."

The next movement was too fast for anyone to see. Dark had slammed his claws into Torn's arm, forcing the commander to immediately release the ottsel he had been holding. Blood was dripping onto the floor. A tired grin appeared on Torn's face.

And this happened to be his fatal mistake number four. With an inhuman screech Dark slammed his other claw across Torn's torso. Ashelin screamed, Daxter gasped in shock. The remaining guest that hadn't fled the area as soon as they saw Dark left the Naughty Ottsel screaming in terror. Blood was soaking Torn's cloth and dripping to the already stained floor. Dark smirked. "Not so cocky anymore, are we?"

Out of nowhere Keira appeared and slammed a bottle she had grabbed from the counter over Dark's head. The Dark Eco creature winced and spun around to see who had dared to lay a hand on him. Dark still had his claws in Torn's wrist, the rapid movement knocking the commander off his bar stool onto the floor where a pool of blood was growing fast around his motionless body.

Recognizing Keira, Dark quickly calmed down. He wouldn't hurt her. Feeling that he was no longer needed, he released his control over Jak's body. When the hero regained control and had recovered from changing, he finally realised what he had done. He stared at Torn's motionless figure and shock. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak.

Ashelin could. As soon as she was sure Dark had disappeared, she darted out of the room and run upstairs to a chamber she knew held a few packs of Green Eco. Nearly flying down the stairs on her way back, she brought the Green Eco to Torn. She broke the packets and pressed the green eco on the bleeding wounds. The wounds suck up the healing energy immediately, but the bleeding didn't stop.

"Is there more green eco around here?" Ashelin asked, a desperate tone in her trembling words. When she heard a humourless laugh, she looked up. "All the Green Eco in the world wouldn't help him."

Hope you liked it!

R & R please!