Disclaimer: I do not own Jak 3 and I'm not making money from this. Jak 3 and it characters are the sole property of Naughty Dog. The only thing I own is the O.C. taking role in this story.
Short Notes: 1: This is my first attempt in doing a fanfiction based off the Jak and Daxter series; please go easy on the flames. 2: This story takes place several months after Jak 3, but it is not involved with the Jak X timeline and events. 3: This was meant to be a one-shot, but I got to into it. And 4: Grammar is not one of my best subjects, so I apologize if there is some confusion.
I'm doing this because I like Seem a lot, and I've been meaning to do a story with her in it and/or involving my created O.C.
Chapter One: Late Night Meeting
Had it been that long, already? Several months had passed, and in those several months, so much has happened.
It seemed just yesterday, when the explosion of the destroyed Deterraformer echoed across the desert. The discovery that that their creators, their Precursors, were fuzzy little rodents, Ottsels, shocked a lot of people.
And with this shock, brought many changes.
Some changes made things better, some where unsettling.
It made hundreds of people put their beliefs, morals and existence into question. It actually made some people rethink their lives, and try to change their ways.
People who were normally rude and ill mannered, are now acting kinder towards others. Some who were timid, are now standing up for themselves, rather allow people to walk all over them.
Some stuck up and overreacting, turned laid back and mellow. Some laid back and mellow, turned serious and stuck up.
Some even changed the way they look. Those who where usually messy, began to dress nicely, and those who overdress, loosened their ties a bit (So to speak).
But, some changes made a big difference, especially to those who had lived their whole life studying the Precursors and their technology.
What else was there to do, after meeting your makers, only to find out they're rodents? Very little, truth be told.
Maybe, that is why she was still sitting there, after so long.
Seem sat silently on the rocky shore of the ocean, staring off into the distance. She had been sitting there for hours, starting late afternoon. Now it was late at night, the citizens of Spargus all gone to bed.
So much had happened to her, these past seven months. She wasn't expecting much to happened, but that thought was killed the moment the fist monk went out the door. Since the discovery that Ottsels were the Precursors, some of the others even gave up their monk-hood, having thought it was now a waste.
What's the point of continuing? Sure, there was now little to do, but to leave the temple altogether?
It all started the first month, with a major religious debate. People were asking the monks if they knew all the time, and if so, why wasn't they told? It made most of the other monks stressed out to be harassed, and when the first one walked out, a vision came to Seem.
She feared the he wasn't the only one. Soon, more left, some saying good-bye, others simply walked out.
It was just last week, the final two was gone, and Seem was left alone at the temple.
The sudden solitude was not as bad at first, but then it slowly became irritable. Seem grew tired of wandering the empty halls. She read many times; ride a Leaper a few times around outside, and anything else to pass the time.
But, it was all very different, now with the others gone. She never really conversed with the other monks casually, rather enjoying their presence instead. Now she was left alone, with no one to even stand next to or even speak words to.
Jak, the Hero, had returned to Haven some time ago, leaving the city of Spargus under the rule of the offsider Sig.
The last Seem had saw him, was when he returned to temple a day or two after defeating Errol. He came there to thank her for helping out, and to give back her light and dark crystals.
She missed Jak and Orange Lighting, growing attach to their presence. She only wished she wasn't so hard on them at first.
Kleiver had disappeared some time ago, going to a place called Kras City, along with some of the monks. He left a friend of his in charge of the garage while he was gone.
Now, there was nothing. Seem had no one now and she was starting to grow tired of it. She sighed, rubbing her brow in weariness. She very rarely grew lonely, for she was always around the other monks. But not they where gone, Jak was gone, Kleiver was gone, and Damas.
The death of her guardian Damas was something she didn't foresee. She tried to hide her sadness at the Precursors' leave and the victory celebration that followed, and was quite successful. But when she returned to the temple, when she sealed herself in her room, she did something she hadn't done since the death of her grandfather twelve years earlier; she cried.
She cried till there were no more tears to spill.
She now felt that way, she felt like crying, because there was nothing left.
She sighed again, thinking about returning to the temple. She then thought against it, there was no one there anyway. She then decided, thinking it better to stay the night in a nearby inn.
She stood to leave, but her mind was running with so many thoughts, that she didn't focus on where she was stepping and slipped off the edge of the rock she sat. It was sudden, and Seem was able to let out a slight yelp, when she was enveloped in arms.
She stood there, breathing heavily from the sudden shock, her head against something soft and breathing just as hard as she was.
"That would have been nasty." Said a voice. The arms slowly released her, and Seem noticed what she was now on a higher rock then the one she sat. "Good thing I was here or you would have said hello to the ground."
Seem turned to who it was, finding the voice it possessed very familiar. When she looked, she came face-to-face, with Thade.
Thade was quite well known around Spargus, though Jak hadn't the chance to meet him. Much like every other Wastelander, Thade was found out in the desert, banished from Haven City. But unlike all the others, Thade was just a mere child when Damas found him, huddled over the wounded form of his mother, close to the Oasis.
Thade's story was never the happiest one. His mother was a peace loving woman, and it was that same feature that had her banished. Thade, more like his father, was brash and headstrong, having sealed his destiny when he attacked the Guards who were arresting his mother.
A child of seven, and a mother who was ill, was thrown into the desert to fend for themselves.
When Damas found them, he was unconscious over his mother, trying to protect her from the desert winds and tearing sands.
Thade recovered just fine, but his mother never made the night.
And ever since then, Thade was part of Spargus, having won his battle amulet when he was older.
He was well known, for being one of the most hard working Wastelander anyone has ever seen. He helped rebuild Spargus' homes after the Dark Maker attack. He assisted Kleiver on more then one occasion, herding Leapers or gathering some artifacts.
In fact, he helped Kleiver so much, that he left Thade in charge of the garage in his absence.
He was different then the other Wastelanders, having a less muscled and hardened physique. He was a about an inch or so higher then Seem, and was quite thin. Though, he did have a decent layer of muscle on him, though not as much.
Seem knew him well, having bumped into him on many occasions. She questioned, however, of why he was out here late at night.
"You alright?" Thade's voice joggled Seem out of her thoughts. "It wasn't that bad of a trip. I mean, you'd get a good headache out of it, but still."
Trip? That's right, she almost fell. She looked to see where she last sat, and analyzing the surrounding area, if she had fallen and not caught, she would have fell into a rather flat rock jutting out of the sand. Headache indeed.
She turned back to Thade and noticed something very different about him. One was that his face, usually covered with a layer of dirt, a great bushy beard and long bangs from his hair, was now clean, and shaved, his hair now a much more shorter length.
The other thing was what he wore. Like every Wastelander, Thade wore heavy padded clothing to protect from the desert wind, and the occasional a piece of armor that was taken of a killed Metal Head.
What he wore now, was a simple light tunic, and a pair of Leaper leather britches. Seeing Thade in such a manner, which was not very normal for a Wastelander to look like, made Seem looked at him in a different way.
"Your face is clean." She suddenly blurt out. She couldn't say thank you, oh no, that was not on her mind, so she said the only thing was thinking about. She mentally slapped herself for saying such a curt thing, after being saved from the person.
But Thade just chuckled, rubbing his new bare chin in thought. "Strange way to thank me, but yeah, I decided to go with a new look."
He suddenly pointed to her. "And you're not wearing your armor, I see."
This was true, for it was one of many changes to Seem. The Precursor armor she grew so fond of and wore on many occasions was now sitting at the foot of her bed back at the temple. All she wore now these days where the robes and a dark colored full sleeved shirt. She still wore the ceremonial hood, however, not wanting to go that far into change.
Before Seem even could answer, Thade continued.
"You look better without it though. You wear that thing all the damn time. It must be stuffy." Thade looked at Seem from head to toe, then stopping to look her in the eyes. "In fact, you look more, feminine, without it."
Feminine? Seem didn't know to either be flattered or insulted. She gave Thade a somewhat hard look and was about to speak to him, when he stepped back from her.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It was rude." Thade said. He turned to leave; looking over his shoulder to Seem. "I'll just, be on my way."
"No, wait." Seem stopped him, not even giving him two steps. "Thank you."
Why did she thank him? He somewhat offended her, and she was thanking him.
Once more, her mind went through thoughts. She would admit it, that over the years she has been here, she had given everyone an androgynous impression of herself.
Being 'feminine', wasn't really an important thing to her, having lived with a bunch of boys most of her life.
That was another one of her thoughts, being feminine. She didn't even remember the reason for why she removed her armor. She even contemplated removing the hood at one point, but she didn't know how people would react to her. Hell, some gave her a look when she walked by without her armor on.
Thade turned back to her, a smile on his face. "Thanks for calling me clean."
A silence hung over the air, as the two looked at each other. The silence was short lived, as Thade spoke up.
"Why are you out here by yourself? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, teaching some monks?" He asked.
"They have all left, seeking a new life." Seem responded solemnly.
"And is this why Miss Seem is out here this late at night, falling off of rocks?" Thade asked.
"The temple has grown too quiet for my tastes, I just wanted to find someplace with more life." Said Seem.
"I haven't seen you in a while though. I'd say about, three weeks, since you were last here." Said Thade thoughtfully. "It must get lonely up there, with no one to talk to."
Lonely. Yes, Seem knows the feeling all to well.
"But hey, I'm here. What say you and me go grab a…." Thade suddenly stopped himself, rubbing his brow. "There I go, being rude again. What am I thinking, asking a monk a drink? You guys must have made this vow or…"
A drink? Thade was inviting Seem for a drink? Seem had heard of this before, mainly from Kleiver. Something like "A nice frosty pint sounds nice right now" or "I could use a good drink".
She never knew what Kleiver meant about it, but if it was something that was nice and made him want one, she supposed that she needed one too.
"I don't mind." Seem suddenly said, causing Thade to look up at her. "I would like a drink."
Thade looked surprised at first, but then softened and smiled.
"Then let's go, and have a couple for fun."