Hello once again FanFiction readers! I'm here to pitch another Jak and Daxter fanfic, to see if it interests anybody.

Once again, I'm going to say that WRITING FANFIC IS A NEW THING FOR ME but of course I won't let that stop any constructive criticism, I'll be expecting a lot of that. I also have to say, the length of time it will take to publish a new chapter will be proportional to the amount of interest this story creates, I need to know if a continuation is something worth doing.

Warning: If you're not that into Slash, even in its mildest form, this story might weird you out.

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Jak and Daxter. I wish I did, but I don't.

Read away!

The storm that blew upon Haven City that night had no trouble keeping me wide awake.

I always found it hard to dismiss the constant drone of heavy rain, smacking down on the roof far above me, accompanied by the loud thunder that would constantly make me jump. And I know that it's not any of my 'animal instincts', I just hate storms, simple as that. Even back at Sandover Village, before I was small, cute and fuzzy, I would always toss and turn under the sheets during the worst storms. On some nights, I would even cry out loud enough to wake up the entire village in the middle of the night, including Samos. Heh, probably another reason he hated me so much.

Jak helped with a lot of that. Nowadays, I've gotten better with handling my childhood phobia, not because of maturity, hell I'm far from that, but because of the many dangerous experiences I've had with Jak. I've seen this guy take on the toughest, nastiest and ugliest creatures that the world could ever throw at us, I've seen this guy go to the greatest, and most painful, lengths just to help out his friend, and save the lives of people he never even knew. And yet I still get scared from something as plain and natural as a storm.

That's just pathetic.

I gave up with any attempt of going to sleep, so I rolled over to my right side to face Jak. I remember the days when Jak used to look so peaceful when he slept, even during the craziest storms. But those days were gone, due to the two years of imprisonment, torture and god knows what else that he had to face. Prison messed him up alright, and not even an army of shrinks can fix anything about what'd happened to Jak. None of my problems could stack anywhere close to any of his...

I got out of my bed, well, hammock actually. It was a small piece of cloth, probably torn from one of Jak's sleeves, set up on the drawer that stood next to Jak's bed. Jak was asleep, but he was not having a good time. Another nightmare, definitely, but I knew there wasn't much I could do about that. On earlier nights, I had tried to help Jak, like the way he helped me, climbing down onto his bed to console him, telling him that everything was over, and that I would always be there. But Jak had always been a deep sleeper, and all attempts to calm him down only gave me the risk of getting crushed to death, accidentally of course.

I needed to find something to do, to keep my mind off of the storm, that sometimes helped. After all, it's better to spend time actually doing something, and not just lying down, feeling sorry for myself, it's more productive that way. I didn't have that many options, everybody in the Palace was surely asleep, with the guards on night shift as the only exception, but I was certain they weren't up for any conversation either. I considered reading a book, but the process of hauling one out of the bookshelf is exhausting enough as it is, I don't think I need to explain why. Besides, even a book with an interesting plot wouldn't be able to distract me enough to go to sleep anyway.

That's when the thought hit me, maybe there was one book I could read. Ok, maybe it wasn't a book, but it's contents would've been more than enough to at least entertain me.

You see, a couple of months after we defeated Erol, saving the world once again I might add, Jak continued to have nightmares of prison, Praxis and Dark Eco. Even after all these years, taking revenge all on those that had wronged him before, Jak still couldn't quite shake the past off of him, the trauma was still there. That was when Keira suggested that maybe he should keep a journal, a diary, whatever you call it, and write anything that was still bothering him. His nightmares, thoughts and hopes, anything in the hope that he would strive to overcome them. This diary would have all the juicy info on Jak that I can get, and tonight was probably the best time to go for it.

Once I had made my decision, I leaped off the shelf onto the bed next to me to begin my journey. I hardly made the gap as I ended up clinging onto the sides of Jak's bed, hanging on for dear life. I never really had much body strength to begin with, as I noticed that I was starting to pull the bed covers down with me. Already, I realized that my adventure was going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.

"I can't give up now"

Luckily, I had managed to wedge my right foot into a small, almost non-existent, gap between the two mattresses that made Jak's bed, and managed to re-steady myself to an upright position.

"Phew"

I could not help but sigh with a breath of relief. If I had managed to pull off those bed sheets, Jak would've woken up, with absolutely nothing covering him up, shivering and wondering what might have happened the previous night. Even with his nightmares he never made that much commotion, and I really didn't need him to suspect that I had snooped around through his personal belongings, especially his diary.

I finally pulled myself on top of the bed itself, finally getting to fully scope Jak's proximity for any sign of the diary.

"That was a LOT harder than it should have been."

Now where would Jak put such a personal and private item like a diary? It was definitely in this room, but where exactly was the question. I considered the bookcase, maybe hiding it in plain sight seemed like a good idea to Jak. No, that would be too obvious, the purple leather of the diary would've stuck out between the dull red and green covers that most of the Palace's books had, I would've found it right away. It had to be close by, probably somewhere on this very bed.

I tramped up the bed, continuing my search while trying very carefully not to stupidly trip myself up. There is only one safe place on the bed to store any item, that no city thief would dare go for, and that would be under the pillows. Of course it couldn't be on the one Jak was resting on, that would just be uncomfortable, so I reached to lift the pillow on the left. After a considerable amount of effort, I finally managed to lift the pillow up and drag the diary to where I could read it.

I sat on the front of Jak's bed, with the diary laid out in front of me. For a second, the sensible part of my mind hesitated, should I really be doing this? This is Jak's very own personal diary, to help fume out his own problems, after all!
At the end, my more curious side had triumphed. What on earth could Jak have written in that diary, that was too personal to even mention to his best friend in the world? Like I'd said, Jak and I had been through a world of hell together over the past couple of years, we were real tight. Why would he still be keeping secrets from me? Besides, maybe if I knew more about Jak's personal problems, I could try to help him out, talk to him, provide moral support, anything really!

I unlocked the pointless padlock on the front of the diary, which didn't even need a key to do so, and I peered into the contents of the diary.

The first entry read:
"What am I becoming? No matter how hard I've tried, sometimes I just can't control my rage, this monster inside of me, when I want to. What does Daxter think of me now, he must be terrified of me, at least, he SHOULD be terrified of me. I just don't want to hurt him, my one best friend.

I couldn't help but smile, Jak could be a bit overprotective of me at times. Even though it still didn't stop me from getting us into trouble, he still tried to look out for me. I knew that Jak deeply cared for my safety and, although I wouldn't admit it either, I cared for him as well. Because of the Light Eco, Jak is beginning to handle his Dark Eco problems well. This is a good thing, of course, but I have a feeling that even today Jak is still worried, about reaching his breaking point and...well you know, hurting people. No matter how much I try to reassure him.

I began flipping past the next couple of pages, reading more and more about the things that still bugged him to this day. Another entry read about his constant frustration with Torn and Ashlien, with "their continuous flirting and public displays of affection", which, now that you mention it, had kinda annoyed me too. At first, I just thought that this was because Jak believed that something like romance was completely pointless. But as I read on, it was actually the complete opposite:
"I can't help but slightly dislike Torn and Ashlien's relationship, it just constantly reminds me that they have something special, something I can't have, no matter how much I would try to.

Now we're getting to the good bits! I didn't know Jak was the hopeless-romantic type, or any romantic at all actually. I wonder if he's interested in anyone? Keira maybe? Or perhaps Jak's just jealous about Torn...

I was getting more curious by the end of each page, there had to be more information on Jak's love life, there had to be! By this point, I began slowing down on the skim-reading, not wanting to miss any important details on the romance front. I needed the name, face, and personality about this 'special someone' that may, or may not, eventually end up in both of our lives, if things went well with Jak, and I needed to know now!

Sure enough, I had reached the page I was looking for. Excitement racing through my mind, I made sure not to miss a single detail of anything the following page read.
"No matter how much I might like this person, to tell them how I really feel without creating a massive amount of awkwardness, especially when I've known them for so long, is just impossible..."
I smiled once again, as another thought passed my mind. 'Ah, so he's referring to Keira!' Of course, right from the very start, it was obvious that Jak was going to, eventually, develop a crush on this girl, no surprises there. But why keep something that obvious written in such a private diary, there was no point. Hell, the amount of times Tess and I would tease Jak after talking to Keira, and the amount of times he would blush were ridiculous.

I made it mid-paragraph when I noticed it, one single sentence that had tripped up my reading momentum. At first, I thought I'd misread it, the constant repetition of words, could have jumbled my mind somehow. But after cautiously reading it once more, the sentence was still there, just as I'd read it. Only a few seconds later, the realization hit me.

No no no...

I shut the book quietly, but slowly, still processing what i'd just read. Amazingly, I managed to place the diary back in its original position exactly as it was, despite the heavy pillow, climb back up the drawer, and jump into my hammock, tired but still very awake. Once again, I stared into the ceiling. My head began to crowd itself with questions, but my journey to Jak's Diary had taken it all out of me, I would have to think about this more tomorrow...
As tired as I was,I still couldn't get to sleep, but it wasn't because of the rain anymore, that stopped a long time ago. It was that one sentence, and its unexpected meaning, that continued to bug me.

Jak wasn't in love with Keira...

"I'm so sorry Daxter, it should have been someone else, why did it have to be you?"

He was in love with me.

If you've read it this far, thanks for giving the story a look! Feel free to leave any thoughts in a review or PM, i'll be very happy to respond!

Ladies, Gentlemen and Others, The Sheep is out!