Author's notes- I just recently got back into this fandom. It's such an awesome game! This is also my first time getting into Jakster. There's just something about Keira that I can't really stand (no offense to any readers that do like Keira.) So anyway, hope this story isn't too bad. It's my first Jakster fanfic.
WARNING! SLASH! SHAPE SHIFTING!Daxter (yes, it is one of those stories.) IF YOU DON'T LIKE BOYXBOY, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE NOW. ANY REVIEWS PURPOSELY TRYING TO RUIN THIS STORY FOR THE OTHER READERS WILL BE IGNORED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Side note: Bolded and italicized words mean a flashback. Also, when Daxter shape shifts between an ottsel and an elf, his clothes stay with him. My story, my rules ;).
Chapter One:
Sick Day
Daxter sputtered and coughed as his head broke the surface. He crawled out of the sewage and onto the brick walkway so fast you'd think it was boiling hot.
"Dax! You okay?" Jak got down on one knee and pat the elf on the back. Daxter coughed hard to expel the taste and any tainted sewer water that had invaded his system.
The "Demolition Duo" were on their last mission of the day. Torn had been running them ragged all over Haven City. Their last task was to do a usual extermination of metal heads in the sewers. Daxter, who hated not being in the action, had decided to shift into his elf form for this mission. Luckily, Jak had taught him how to use a gun and how to protect himself with his fists. He would be perfectly fine.
Unfortunately, Karma had decided that it was a great day to screw him over. They had both taken down a huge swarm of metal heads when a survivor set his sights on Daxter. It had grabbed hold of the redhead when his back was turned and threw him into the water.
"Yuck! I'm never going to get that taste out of my mouth!" he exclaimed. Shifting into an ottsel, he gave a hard shake. Droplets of filth flew everywhere.
"Dude, watch it!" Jak held up his hand to shield his face from the spray.
"Sorry big guy," Daxter smiled sheepishly. His orange pelt was still soaked even after his shake down.
"We should get back to the headquarters. I think we're both going to need a shower," Jak raised his red scarf over his nose and mouth before plucking Daxter up with his thumb and index finger.
"It's not my fault! That damn metal head didn't give me the chance to shoot him," Daxter said. Jak chuckled, placed the ottsel on his shoulder, and headed out of the sewers.
The Next Morning
He knew that it was morning. Dull sunlight warmed his eyelids and started warming up the cold bedroom. But any attempt he made of trying to sit up, it only brought pain.
Something was definitely wrong. He couldn't breathe out of his nose, his head felt like it might explode, and his body felt like it was on fire.
"I'm probably just hot from these covers," he thought. To his surprise, there were no blankets to kick off. Blue eyes opened slightly, but immediately shut again. The sun was just making his head hurt more.
"Daxter?" the bedroom door opened with a creak. Boots padded softly against the hard wood floor.
"C'mon, Dax. I know it's early, but Torn needs us to run an errand."
Daxter groaned. "Sorry, big guy. I'm not really feeling myself this morning," he rasped. His throat felt like a boulder was stuck in the airway. It burned with raw pain when he talked.
Jak quickly noticed. He gently took Daxter's shoulders and rolled him onto his back. A warm hand pressed against his forehead only to recoil a few seconds later.
"Daxter, you're burning up!"
"No, really? I haven't noticed." Daxter had put his pillow over his eyes in an attempt to get away from the sun. He peered from under the cool darkness. Jak had moved to the single window in the room and dropped the shade down. Daxter flung the pillow off and sighed in relief.
"Sit up for a second."
Gritting his teeth, the redhead managed to prop himself against the head board. Jak popped a thermometer in his friend's mouth before heading over to the bathroom adjacent to their bedroom. He came back with a cold wash cloth and pressed it against Daxter's forehead.
"Yup, you're sick," the blonde said checking the thermometer a few minutes later.
"Oh gross, I knew some sewage must have got into me," Daxter complained.
"Go back to sleep. I'll let Torn know that you're not up for any jobs today," Jak replied.
Daxter cringed. He could only imagine the wrath that the "Tattooed Wonder" would invoke upon him when he eventually recovered.
"Don't worry, I'll stop Torn from kicking your ass later," Jak smirked.
"I swear this guy is telepathic."
The redhead snuggled back under the covers without another word. Jak quietly crept toward the door. Before he left, he glanced back at his dozing friend.
"Anything special you want me to get while I'm out?"
"Ice cream. And since you're my bestest buddy in the world... beer. Lots an' lots of beer," Daxter mumbled before giving into sleep.
Post notes- Soo, how did you guys like it? Like I said, this is going to be a multi-chapter fanfiction. Also, if any of you guys have any ideas for this story, don't be shy. Suggest them in your reviews!