Hello, this is my first story in English and my first story about the Jax & Daxter games.

I hope you enjoy!

I don't own the story and Characters from Jax & Daxter, Jak II and Jak 3. They belong to Naughty Dog!

The storyline of the fiction is mine.

I don't earn any money with this.

After Another Mission

Jak felt nothing except for tiredness. The mission, of which Torn had said would only take some hours, had cost him two days. Two days without sleep, for there were too many Metalheads hidden in the ruins to let his guard fall for only a minute.

When Jak finally arrived at the lock he was covered in mud and blood. Daxter was mocking about nothing and everything – dirt, Metalheads, Captain Laryngitis and his damn missions… Dax seemed as he wanted to go on like that for ever! "Can't you just shut up for five minutes?" And to his surprise, Daxter stopped talking. Driving was no option, since there were only Zoomers around and Jak didn't feel like he would be able to stay on the machine during a flight through the warzone. He grabbed for his communicator and noticed that the stupid thing got lost during the fights of the past days. "Damn…"

It seemed like hours had passed when they had finally arrived at the Headquarter. "I'm going to kill the Tattooed Wonder for this!" growled Daxter as they entered the dusky rooms, which Torn called his home.

"I'd love to see you trying that!" And there he stood, motionless like always, with a smirk on his face. "I'd rather kill you, for needing two days to fulfil the mission."

Daxter was already taking a deep breath to through some not so nice answers at the Freedom League leader, but Jak stopped him. For once the hero himself was angry enough to complain.

"Torn, there were more Metalheads out there, than a normal soldier could cope with. And you knew that. Otherwise you would have sent someone else, right?" Jak's eyes began to darken on the edge of the pupils and Daxter quickly left the scene.

Torn stepped back from the table covered with maps. For the first time, he really was able to make out the heir of Mar in the boy in front of him. It was not the dark eco that ran through Jak's veins or the light, which balanced his temper. It was the look on his face, the way he stared at him, his whole appearance.

"You're right, but not fully. I knew it was going to be though, but not like that. Besides, did you ever think about why I choose you to do the job? Because you are the only one who can do it. You are able to handle a whole army of Metalheads all on your own. All soldiers of the Freedom League together wouldn't be able to do that job! I choose you because I trust your talent. You're my best man. And…" Torn stopped abruptly and shook his head. Jak looked puzzled. And he was pretty sure that Daxter would have had a perfect comment on it. What was wrong with Torn?

After a few seconds, he continued: "Jak, where is your communicator?" "Dunno. I guess I lost it somewhere out there." The heir of Mar said with a shrug. "I fear I was too busy saving my ass."

"Can you imagine how we were worried?"

"Can you imagine how much I don't care?"

Jak took off his armour, the goggles and his red scarf. He sat down on the only chair in the room, put his head on his arms and fell asleep. His body covered the most important part of Torn's maps, so the Freedom League commander took out his communicator and called Ashelin. "He's back."

After that he leaned against a wall near his table and waited. Daxter came back into the room, as soon as he noticed that the fight was over. He grabbed Jak's scarf and cuddled himself into the red fabric. Soon he too was fast asleep.

Ashelin arrived only a few minutes after Daxter had returned. She took a quick look at Jak, as if to check that he was real and slid down along the wall opposite Torn. She looked up at her first commander.

"Why didn't he answer our calls?" she whispered. "Lost the communicator." She nodded and silence followed. It endured for the next few minutes, before Torn broke it.

"I will not risk his life again." Ashelin's head snapped up: "What?" "I will not send him on any dangerous missions anymore. He can help in the Freedom League actions, but I will not risk losing him ever again."

Ashelin's soft chuckle irritated him a bit, till she explained: "So, you too, eh?" He needed a fairly big part of his self-control not to laugh out loud. "You have a very interesting way of saying things, my dear." She smiled. Ashelin was quite sure to be the only living person who knew that Torn was – or could be – a gentleman. "I'd love to know him save, Torn. But you know as well as I do, that he won't let you keep him imprisoned. Even if he complains about missions, he has always survived everything. I can't imagine any danger or challenge that would keep him from running out there."

"Why are you always right?" he murmured sadly.

Neither of them noticed the movement of Daxter's whiskers and the short twitching of his eyelids when he woke up.

"Ashe, I really don't know what to do with him. He's so… I don't know." "Stubborn?" Torn smiled: "No. It's more than that, he is reckless and bigheaded! He would never admit that a mission is on the limit of his skills. This outburst today was the first time I ever saw him admit that it was too hard. And that was all our fault!"

"Oh Torn. Stop that!"

"But it's true. If we would have told him about the Metalheads out there, he…" "Would have made the job anyway. You know him that well Torn. There is nothing that can keep him off of a mission if he gets it."

Ashelin was staring Torn down, despite the fact that he was standing and she was sitting. "Torn", she whispered: "Don't misinterpret my statement. I feel as much for this man as you do, but it's still his decision. You can try to talk to him, but you will not achieve anything, as you said: He's too stubborn." With those words she stood up and crossed the small room. "I have to go for a mission outside the walls. I guess it's going to take me a week or so. Take care of him. If he dies on your fault, you're going to follow him."

"As if I would risk to let him die if I can avoid it.", Torn growled.

Ashelin left the Headquarter and Daxter slowly began to move.

"So this is the big secret of Captain Laryngitis and our beloved baroness. And the reason you two don't talk to each other that often anymore."

Torn looked shocked. "You were awake?" "Jepp. Let's go outside, so we won't wake him up." Torn nodded and pushed himself off of the wall. Daxter jumped off the table and out off the door before Torn made his first steps but he didn't care. Before the door closed behind him he looked back to the sleeping Jak.

The ottsel was standing on an empty box, left behind by a citizen. "Okay rat, what are we gonna talk about now?" Daxter rolled his eyes.

"Back to our normal state of behaviour, aren't we Captain Laryngitis?" Torn smirked tiredly, so Daxter continued: "So what are you planning to do about the sleeping beauty in there?"

Torn shock his head: "Nothing, of course!" His thoughts were circling. He was confused and angry. The rat had found out his secret, which was bad enough. And now the fur ball was talking with him about Jak. This had to be a bad dream and if it was, he could as well play along. If it wasn't, it wouldn't help to block the conversation anyway. "I mean, why should I do anything about it?"

Daxter stared at the brown haired man in disbelieve. "What?" Torn snapped. "Are you as blind as you act right now, or did you really not notice?"

"Not notice what?" Daxter hit his own head with the flat hand. "I can't believe it!" he sighed. "You know what? Just forget that we were talking. I'm going back to sleep. I guess you wouldn't mind carrying Jak into our bedroom, right? Thanks!" And with these words he vanished back inside.

Torn stood there as if he had seen Ashelin in a tutu, then, shaking his head, he followed Daxter inside. The orange rat was nowhere to be seen, but Jak still lay there sleeping. With a sigh he lifted the blond up and carried him into the tiny bedroom he shared with Daxter. Carefully he lay Jak down on his mattress and covered him with a blanket. To his surprise Daxter wasn't here either. Torn looked down on the sleeping man.

Jak looked so fragile and soft. Torn took a deep breath and stepped back from the bed, resisting the urge to place a kiss on Jak's forehead. Still staring at the younger man he heard Daxter come and tried his best to look busy and right on his way to go out of the room. He was already at the door when Daxter, now from behind him, said: "If he didn't awake when you carried him, you can be sure he wouldn't awake when you, how to say it? When you would have touched something else. Got it?" Daxter grinned from ear to ear and hopped onto the bed, cuddling himself right next to Jak and closed his eyes.

Torn stood there for another five minutes watching. Daxter patiently ignored the looks he could feel on himself and soon fell asleep when Torn finally left the room.

Soo.. this was the first chapter.

I hope you liked it. Please R & R. I want to get better!

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