OK, this is my first Jak story. I do love the games and this idea just came into my head one night. The story will contain yaoi -boyxboy- but not until later on. I plan on this being a long story, but of course that depends on whether anyone actually reads it.

Ideas for the story are still in the works but I will warn people at the top of the chapter if something new is coming in.

This is set at some point close to the start of Jak II: Renegade.

Jak's POV:

I was exhausted. I was sure that Daxter was to. We had just spent the last few hours taking on MetalHead after MetalHead; feeling like we were getting no closer to thinning their seemingly endless numbers. But finally the clearing was cleared of enemies and Daxter and I could take a breath.

"Well that's... a hundred down, only... Who knows how many more to go!" Daxter yelled from his spot on my shoulder. Outbursts like this were usual; a common expression of emotion for the small Ottsel.

For once though; I agreed with him. Torn had sent us on this mission, saying that we had to thin the MetalHead's numbers in this area but I doubted that even he knew just how many were already here.

"Well, we had better get back and report to Torn." I said simply.

Torn. The enigma that plagued me. Ever since I had first seen him I had been able to see past his rough exterior, even if he did annoy me at times.

Pushing my thoughts away from the ex-Krimson Guard I turned and began headed back toward the entrance to the city. It would be a long walk through the forest; we had come a fair way in out efforts to complete our mission.

It was close to sunset when the entrance/exit finally came into view. Daxter was more or less asleep on my shoulder and I knew that as soon as I was back at base I would be doing that exact same thing. I wouldn't admit it, but I was worn out; the constant flow of missions that often ran for days, always fighting -if not for our own lives it was for anothers- and the stress of keeping my newly found Dark side under control. But I was managing.

I sensed more than heard the threat that had been creeping up on us while I was lost in though, spinning around I drew my blaster; ready to fire at the first sign of a threat. Daxter woke with a start at my sudden movement and scrambled to hold on.

Coming up behind us was a large MetalHead, and although I hadn't fought one before I was sure that it was one of the Flying Spiders; Torn had shown me information on most of the known MetalHeads, but if I recalled correctly he had said that they were nest based.

So why was it here in the forest?

I fired off a quick shot but had to jump to the side to avoid being blasted by one of the dual blasters that was currently firing off Dark Eco at me.

"What is that?"Daxter shouted as I came to a stop in a low crouch and fired off a few counter shots. The MetalHead seemed to move slowly but the shots had little affect.

"Not sure, but we had better find out how to beat it." I muttered, getting ready to dodge its next attack.

The MetalHead was huge, it had six legs but over all retained the image of a spider; hence the Flying Spider name, although I hadn't seen it fly I was confident that it could.

I was surprised when it fired rapid volleys of Dark Eco blasts; I hadn't expected it to be able to move fast in any aspect. I jumped to the side once more, narrowly missing the first few shots, but I failed to get out of the way of one of the last few and soon found my self thrown back and pain shooting up my side. Daxter had been thrown off my shoulder from the impact and he was lying off somewhere where I hoped that he wouldn't be caught in the cross fire.

I heard a sound that was vaguely like that of thrusters and looked up to see the MetalHead in the air and heading my way, I looked around and saw mt blaster a couple of meters to the right, moving as quickly as I could. As I reached out to grab the gun, one of the monstrous legs of the Flying Spider came down and the gun was once again well out of my reach.

Looking up I saw that the MetalHead had positioned itself above me, creating the feeling of being caged. Its guns pointed down at me, I was expecting it to fire at any second, but instead it done something extremely strange; using its wings the creature took its weight off its legs and then brought its legs inward, digging into the ground as it went.

By the time that I realized what was happening there was nothing I could do; I soon found myself pinned against the MetalHeads large underbelly, its legs folded inwards to keep me in place.

I couldn't move...

I had no weapons...

Damn...

I felt the strange motion of the creature lifting up into the air and a spike of fear ran through me. With that the threat of my Dark side once again reared it head, wanting to be released. This time I was more than willing to let it out, but just before I dropped all the defenses I had in place the sound of a powerful blaster or shooter reached my ears and the MetalHead shuddered above me and fell a few meters lower once again.

I tried to strain my head around to see what was happening but the force that I was being held with prevented that, but soon enough more shots could be heard in rapid succession. The Flying Spider MetalHead shuddered once again and seemed to lose its balance in mid air; it fell the the side and crashed to the ground with a loud Thump! Its legs unfolded slowly as the last remaining life in it drained away and I was able to drag myself free. Wincing at the pain in my side.

A hand braced me as I went to stand up and I looked up to see Torn, as grim faced as ever. In his left hand there was a smoking blaster; one more powerful than my own apparently. It was strange seeing him not using his usual pistols.

"Thanks." I said once I was on my feet. I didn't often like admitting that I needed help with something but even I knew that I had been in major trouble.

Torn just nodded. Silent as usual, unless he was talking about strategy.

"Jak!" I turned to see Daxter rising to his feet, looking quite drunk as he stumbled around. "I'm coming buddy!"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at the comment, it was yet another usual thing for Daxter; decide to help once the danger is gone and to also have no clue what had actually happened.

"You're a bit late rodent." Torn snorted. Daxter turned to look at us, seemingly getting his balance back, although he still looked quite confused.

"When did the tattooed wonder get here?" Daxter asked.

Once again I shook my head at my friends antics and prepared for the fight that was probably to come between Torn and Daxter. They both had a tendency to get down each others throats.

Deciding to leave them to it I started heading towards the entrance to the city, but only got a few steps when my side flared up in pain again; causing me to stop and grasp the wounded area with a pained hiss.

"Jak?" Daxter's tentative voice reached me and I was aware of Torn moving closer as well. At any other time, Torn being so close would have had a rather interesting effect on me. But this time I barely registered it.

I suddenly got the idea that the wound was worse than I had originally thought.

"Whats wrong buddy?" Daxter asked, now next to my leg. The was visibly worried about me, but then again, he was my best friend and had seen me at my worst, so he would know when things were getting bad.

"It's... Nothing. Torn, how did you know to come here when I was in trouble?" I said through the pain, and attempted to stand up straight. I had had worse than this, I would be fine till we reached the hideout.

"No. It's not." Torn said, speaking up. I felt his hand on my shoulder and looked over at him. His face revealed nothing, but his eyes showed some signs of concern. "I'll explain things later, but right now we need to get you back."

I looked at him a moment longer, then nodded...

Nearly an hour later we made it back to the Hideout. Torn was helping me by supporting me as we walked inside. We headed over to one of the chairs near the table and Torn helped me sit down.

"Let me have a look." Torn said moving around to my injured side. I gingerly lifted my arm, the fabric of my shirt was blackened from the impact and even torn in places.

"We'll need to take the shirt off." Torn said.

I felt some heat rise to my face at the calm comment from Torn but carefully hid it by slowly taking the top off, and trying not to aggravate my wound.

"How did you know that I was in trouble?" I asked as Torn moved to get one of the medical kits that were always kept handy.

"To be honest I wasn't sure exactly what kind of trouble you would be in. But I got some new information from Ashelin this morning." Torn said as he carefully cleaned the wound. The wound had barely broken the skin, but the bruising would be bad for a few days. I wasn't overly worried though; I tended to heal fast.

"Ashelin told me that the Barron had his eyes set on you again." Torn continued. "But it wasn't to kill you this time, apparently she heard him say that he wanted you alive."

I nodded, but I was confused.

"Ok... but how does that connect with the MetalHeads' attack?" I asked.

"That's where it gets complicated." Torn replied, "As soon as I got the information, I had a bad feeling and decided to go find you. I guesses that you were still in the forest and headed there. And what do you know? I walk through the gate to see you getting flown away by a MetalHead." He said the last bit with a wry smile.

"Has that ever happened before?" I asked.

"What?" Torn said, obviously not thinking on the same track as me.

"MetalHeads taking people? I mean, I've only ever seen them kill." I explained.

"Well to be honest, I have never seen them do that either. We think that the MetalHeads share a hive mind, and therefore only act on what the leader wants. Basic thinks like fighting and killing those that get in the way are their own instincts as far as I can tell."

"What the hell does that mean then? Why did that thing try and carry me off? Why was one of those kinds even away from the nest?" I asked, spilling a few of the many questions running through my head.

"I have no idea Jak."

I sighed, yet more questions with no answers.

"What about Praxis, what does he want?" I asked, referring back to the fact that Praxis wanted me alive now.

"I'm working on that." Torn replied, then seeing the look on my face continued, "That much I can say we have a chance of finding out."

I nodded. We fell into silence as Torn finished dressing the wound. I found myself studying Torn once again; his face was hardened from his time in the Krimson Guard, his teal eyes revealing little or no emotion. It was east to tell that Torn was lean but muscular, something that I found attractive.

I sighed quietly, knowing that these feelings of mine were strange and that they would never be returned.

"What is it?" Torn asked, surprising me.

"Oh... uh, nothing." I faltered, he gave me a strange look but then seemed to either believe me or to simply not care. Probably the latter.

"You will be out of action for a few days." Torn said after he had finally finished dressing the wound. He had had to run a bandage around my waist to hold the main dressings on and to keep a pressure applied.

"I can't just sit around and do nothing though." I protested, my stubborn side kicking in. I wanted nothing more than to keep getting in Praxis' way.

"And if you go out like this, while the Barron -and the MetalHeads apparently- are gunning for you, you won't stand a chance." Torn replied sternly.

Damn I hated it when he was right about these things.

"But what the hell can I do till then?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Rest." He snapped, getting up from he had been sitting, "You need it; you look like shit."

I opened my mouth to say something back but promptly decided not to; I wasn't in the mood right now, and if I was going to be stuck here, that meant that Dax was too; so there was going to be enough fighting for the next few days.

"Whatever." I muttered as I stood up myself and headed to one of the vacant rooms in the hideout, Daxter close behind me...

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Torn's POV:

I watched Jak's retreating back as he made his way to one of the rooms the hideout had and shook my head. He was too damn stubborn for his own good. I allowed a small smile to show when I was sure that Jak was out of sight. In truth I found his stubbornness quite cute, especially with the faces he often pulled.

I then shook my head and pushed those thoughts away. What would the Underground members think if they knew I was capable of thinking like that.

When I first realized that I held some form of feelings for the young man I had been surprised; just like the rest of the underground I had thought it impossible to feel like this. The only exception being Ashelin, but even that hadn't been this strong.

Shacking my head once more I decided that I needed to get to work if I was going to dig up more info on the Barron's plans, especially those where Jak was concerned...

I know its only a short chapter, but is mostly just a tester to see how it went. If anyone likes it I will continue. Feel free to review and tell me what you think; good or bad. Although as a general rule I do hope it is all good. :)