A/N: Far Cry 3 was quite a good game, but the story felt a little half baked to me. It was good, but I wanted more. So this is my continuation of the story. Will be a Daisy/Jason pairing. I felt like he trusted her most of any of his friends. I'm not much of a writer, so forgive me if you find this story completely awful.

Mature rating for cursing and blood and violence and sex, etc. Just a fair warning. Apologies if you find this to be in bad taste.

(Updated in a few places because I cannot leave well enough alone. I really can't. It's a problem.)

"I suffer dreams of a world gone mad. I like it like that and I know it." ~ Leave, R.E.M

/

(Flashback)

Club lights flashed overhead as Jason downed another shot. It was a good thing he was so wasted, because he was sure to be dancing like an idiot right now and he didn't want to remember this later.

Another song came on with a faster beat. Jason saw his friends nearby, Keith with a girl grinding into his lap, Oliver smoking some unknown substance in the corner. Jason hoped it wasn't poison.

Where was Liza? Jason looked around and saw Liza dancing with his brother, Grant. Jason relaxed. If Liza was trying to get with Grant, she was wasting her time. Grant was head over heels in love with Daisy Lee. Jason started squeezing through the crowd towards them when a huge cheer went up over at the bar.

Jason turned, and his face split into a grin. He was glad his older brother couldn't see him at the moment, because what he was looking at now was making his heart race.

Daisy Lee was up on the bar with the scantily clad dancers. Jason changed direction, worming his way through sweaty bodies, up to the bar where Daisy was. He could feel the music pounding in his chest as he watched Daisy start to dance, completely transfixed by the sight.

Because, damn, girl... Daisy had moves.

Daisy was working it like it was her job. If she had been dressed like the other dancers, her panties would have been stuffed full of dollar bills. Hell, even though she was fully clothed, other drunk, horny morons were still waving dollar bills at her.

Daisy ignored them all. She was lost in her own world. She swung her hips, hands in the air. She tossed her long, silvery blonde hair in the most sensual way possible. The way those tresses caught the light... stunning. She sparkled under the flashing lights of the club, as if someone had dumped a jar of glitter on her head.

Jason cheered and pumped his fists in the air. He might have shouted something encouraging, but later he couldn't remember what he'd said.

Daisy seemed to recognize his voice. She looked around for him, while wrapping a leg around one of the stripper poles, twirling around and causing another round of cheers from the drunken bar patrons. Her skin glowed rose red, lime green, pale blue.

Finally, she spotted him in the crowd. Daisy's face lit up and she spun around on the bar, shaking her well toned ass. Jason felt something stir in his chest as he watched her swaying hips and shapely legs moving to the beat of the music.

This is just for me. She's shaking it just for me.

Liza would never do something like this. She was too proper. Jason loved Daisy's spontaneous, fun nature. If both of them hadn't been wasted, this might not have happened. Daisy might not have gotten up on the bar, and Jason may not have gone over to stare avidly at her as if she were the most captivating thing he could imagine.

But she did. And he did.

Jason was glad none of the others had seen this yet. He wanted to savor it for a little while longer by himself. If he were sober, he might have felt badly. But as it was, he just wanted to watch Daisy dance. And she did, and she did it well. Jason felt himself start to move, as if he were dancing with her.

But then he saw her slip. Somebody had spilled their drink, and Daisy had slipped in it. Her sexy high heeled boots offered her almost no traction. Jason saw her face light up with surprise as she fell forward, throwing her arms out in front of her to catch herself.

Jason stepped forward, moving faster than he ever imagined he could while totally fucked up. He reached out, and Daisy crashed into him. Her arms automatically went around his neck as Jason stumbled, struggling to hold her up. Her sweet smelling hair got in his mouth.

"Whoa!" she squealed, trying to keep herself upright. Jason pulled her hair out of his mouth, keeping Daisy's body steady as she tried to stand up on both feet. There were a bunch of disappointed groans from the bar patrons. Daisy laughed softly while trying to catch her breath.

"You okay?" Jason asked, still holding onto her hips. She seemed a little wobbly.

"Great," Daisy said breathlessly. She smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason!"

"No problem," Jason said, releasing her hips. He'd intended to back away then, but Daisy leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"You're sweet," Daisy said, beaming at him. Jason didn't know what to say. Even in his intoxicated state, he felt a little bad for hollering at her like a drunken buffoon while she was up there dancing.

"Baby!" came Grant's deep voice from behind them. Jason jumped. Grant muscled his way through the crowd, his thick arm encircling Daisy's slim shoulders. "You okay, baby?"

Daisy flashed her glorious white smile up at him.

"I'm fine, thanks to Jason," Daisy said, winking at him. She snuggled into Grant's broad chest.

Grant clasped Jason's shoulder with his big paw of a hand.

"Thanks, bro," Grant said seriously. Jason chuckled uneasily, feeling a little guilty for his inappropriate thoughts about his brother's girlfriend.

"No problem," Jason said, sounding like a broken record. Grant and Daisy walked off, hand in hand. Jason, hoping to blanket his feelings, went to find another shot. If he was lucky, in a few minutes he could forget all about the way he had hoped Daisy had been dancing for him...

/

Jason was exhausted. He'd ridden an ATV in the dark all the way to the crazy doctor's house in the hopes of seeing a familiar face. Maybe then he could finally get some sleep...

Trying to sleep in the Rakyat village hadn't gone well. Jason had woken up to a drunk teenage girl trying to crawl into bed with him, her hand on his crotch as she squeezed him through his pants.

Uh, listen, you're really pretty, but could you please get your hand off my dick? Okay, thanks.

Jason dismounted the ATV, his legs threatening to give out. The last few days had taken something out of him.

Jason had been searching high and low for his other friends but with very little success... he was starting to lose hope. The only thing he'd accomplished so far was littering the island with bodies. He was starting to feel a little... strange. This place was messing with him, he didn't feel like himself anymore. He'd killed so many people, his sense of horror had been completely numbed. Jason didn't know what he was becoming.

Jason felt like he was losing his mind.

Daisy, he needed to see Daisy... seeing Daisy and hearing her voice would help, he hoped.

Jason crept into the cave where the doctor was hiding Daisy. The boat she'd been repairing loomed in front of him, sad and silent. The only light in the cavern came from a tiny fire by the water. A small two person tent had been set up by the fire. Jason could just make out Daisy's slender form curled up on top of a sleeping bag inside the tent.

As the young man approached the fire, he noticed something that made his stomach flip over. A second sleeping bag was rolled out in the tent next to her. Was she expecting him? But then he spotted something else... Daisy was sleeping with her hand tightly gripping a wrench.

Will she bash my brains in with that wrench if she wakes up to me sleeping next to her?

Jason decided to chance it. He very much needed this small piece of comfort. And Daisy was all he had right now. He'd saved her from the poison with those mushrooms, so hopefully she wouldn't kill him for sleeping so close to her.

Jason quietly removed his gear and weapons, placing them carefully on the ground. Then he crawled in through the tiny door of the tent, lying down on his side facing Daisy.

The silence of the cave pressed in on him. In this tiny tent, the only thing he could hear was Daisy's quiet breathing. This close to her, Jason felt his stress leaving him. As he watched her sleeping peacefully, Jason had the sudden, bizarre urge to stroke her pale arm... It would feel so good to have that soft human contact right now.

Snap out of it, Jason. When you rescue Liza, you can touch her. Liza will hold you and kiss you and all that mushy stuff. Daisy doesn't want you touching her.

Jason sighed and Daisy's eyes snapped open. She seemed a little startled to find him there next to her, but at least she didn't freak out.

"Jason?" Daisy whispered. Jason's heart skipped a beat as her free hand reached out to touch his arm, as if checking to make sure he was real. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Jason said in a low voice. "I'm good. Just, uh... wanted to sleep."

"I thought you were sleeping in the village?" Daisy questioned him softly, her eyelashes fluttering.

"I was. But this drunk chick was molesting me," Jason confessed.

Daisy giggled, pulling her wrench closer to her. Jason realized that she must have been sleeping with that thing to try and protect herself. The young man suddenly felt bad for leaving her here alone with nobody but a stoned doctor for company. He had to find the others, and fast.

"Bet you loved that," Daisy said, grinning playfully at him.

"Not really," Jason replied, feeling himself smiling too. "She was pretty rough."

"Mm," Daisy said vaguely, sounding half asleep. "Don't worry, you're safe with me."

Daisy's cold hand reached out and grasped his own. Jason felt his pulse pick up. He had started to associate cool skin with living flesh. He'd seen so much death lately, and rotting corpses on this island were hot and rancid.

Daisy's cool hand was like the touch of life.

Still seemingly half asleep, Daisy let her hand rest on top of his. Her eyes drifted shut again. Jason stared unashamedly at the curve of her cheek, at her blonde eyelashes, at her pretty lips which were slightly parted, begging to be kissed...

Jason shook his head to clear it. Coming here was obviously a big mistake, because now another kind of strange feeling was welling up in his chest. He should have just taken his chances with the drunk teenage girl in the village. Lying here with Daisy's cool hand touching his own was another kind of madness altogether.

"Promise not to molest me?" Jason asked, wondering if she was asleep already. But apparently she wasn't, because her lips curved back up into a smile.

"I promise," she whispered to him. She gave his hand a squeeze and withdrew her arm, tucking it against her slim torso. "I'm glad you're here," she added so quietly Jason almost missed it.

Stay with me. Don't leave me. I think I'm losing my mind.

Jason closed his eyes, trying to focus his thoughts. He forced himself to think about what was important right now. Daisy was here, she was going to help him. If he could just find everyone else, then they could flee the island in Daisy's boat.

He couldn't fail. But there was just something about this place...

/

The beach was beautiful at night.

Jason wasn't sure why he hadn't run right back to Citra after he'd broken it off with Liza and told the rest of his friends he wouldn't be coming back to Santa Monica with them. Maybe he just needed a minute to say goodbye to his old life, so he'd gone down to the shore behind the doctor's house.

It hadn't been easy, that was for sure. And he'd miss them, but this was something he had to do. Citra had shown him his place in the world. He was a warrior now. He didn't need any condescending girlfriend offering him some low paying job while she went off to be a big Hollywood star. Here, he was powerful on his own.

Even so... he was somewhat surprised by how easily his friends had been able to let him go. Well, almost all of them. The boys had been fairly willing to let him walk his own path, but the girls... Liza had broken down and cried, and as for Daisy...

Daisy had been pissed. He could see it in her eyes as soon as he'd said he wasn't leaving with them. There was anger in her eyes to match his own. He was glad she had been too distracted by comforting Liza to chew him out very much.

Jason sat down in the sand, staring up at the full moon. The moon seemed closer here... sometimes he felt like it might fall out of the sky and crush him. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, listening to the waves, saying goodbye to his old life. His biggest regret was that his mother would have to live without all her boys now...

But then he thought of Daisy, and his regret intensified painfully. He remembered lying by her side... Jason stubbornly pushed that memory away.

Daisy... weren't you the one who told me that whoever killed Grant deserved to die? I feel the same way. Why don't you understand? I thought you of all people would get it... I need to kill Vaas and Hoyt. They took my brothers from me. I'll watch them die at my feet.

So it was a cruel twist of fate in Jason's opinion when the very girl he'd just been thinking about sauntered down the beach towards him, seemingly lost in her own little world.

Sitting in the sand, Jason watched as Daisy stumbled down over the rocks. She didn't seem to see him, and Jason sat stock still, hoping she wouldn't notice him.

The moonlight lit up her hair, making it glow silver. She was like a moon goddess come down from heaven. A very angry moon goddess... Daisy picked up a stone and chucked it at the water with a frustrated howl.

She fell to her knees in the sand, then kicked off her high heeled boots. For a while Jason just watched her as she absentmindedly traced patterns in the sand by her feet.

"Grant... what should I do?" he heard her whisper to the moon. "I can't just leave Jason here..."

Jason immediately felt guilt assail him. His choices were hurting his friends... But he had to do this. He heard Daisy laughing quietly to herself.

"I know what you'd do... you'd kick his ass and drag him back home..." Daisy said, crawling over to the water. She dipped her hands in the clear water, washing her bare arms of all the oil and dirt. "But I can't..."

Jason's eyes widened in shock as Daisy slowly began stripping off the rest of her clothes. First she peeled off her jeans, then shed her purple tank top. She stood in her underwear before him, her pale skin shining in the moonlight. Jason wanted to look away, but found himself fixated on Daisy's body dressed in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong.

Daisy waded into the swallow water and scrubbed her flat stomach and toned legs.

"Those people are using him, I just know it... He's going to get hurt," Daisy mumbled, trailing her hands through the water, swishing it around.

Jason couldn't stand eavesdropping on her anymore and he stood up to leave. Unfortunately it was dark and quiet, and he slipped on a stone. Daisy's head jerked up and her icy blue eyes locked onto him.

"Jason?" she said, frowning. She folded her arms over her chest. "What are you still doing here? Getting cold feet?" she spat furiously.

"No," Jason growled, but he couldn't be too mad at Daisy. She had been Grant's girl... that made her almost like family.

"I can't believe you just did that..." Daisy said, coming out of the water. She began drying herself on a ragged old towel. "Broke up with Liza like that..."

Jason wanted to harden his heart, he really did. He was Citra's warrior now. He was a demon. He had no place in civilized society anymore. But when Daisy looked at him like that... it made him wish there were another way.

"It never would have worked between us anyway..." Jason said, kicking at the sand. "I have a place here. On this island, I'm not just a fucking nobody, okay?"

Daisy paused in toweling off her flawless body. Her icy blue eyes thawed just a little bit.

"Is that what you think?" she said softly. "That she thought you were some kind of loser?"

"I know she did!" Jason snarled. "She would have gone off to Hollywood and left me in the dust."

Daisy put a hand to her head like she had a sudden headache.

"And that's why you're doing this? Because you feel like a nobody?" Daisy whispered.

"I told you, I have a place here. I'm a warrior," Jason spat, hand clenched around his knife.

Daisy nodded like the world made sense to her now. She wrapped her ragged towel around her skinny frame. And in a minute, she had swept up to him, her face the very picture of calm.

"You had a place with us," Daisy said, reaching out to touch his face. Jason flinched away from her touch. He didn't want anyone making him doubt his decision now. And yet somehow... Daisy made him doubt himself.

Daisy was taking his silence for anger. He couldn't blame her, really.

"I understand why you're angry, Jason..." Daisy murmured. "Grant always wanted you to find your own way in life, but I'm not sure this is the right way..."

Jason pushed her hand away. But he didn't let go. He just wanted to stop her from touching him so gently, so he held her hand tightly.

"Weren't you the one who told me that whoever killed Grant deserved to die?" Jason hissed, leaning in slightly. Now Daisy was the one who flinched away from him. Jason let his breath out. He hadn't wanted this conversation at all. But now that he was in it... this wasn't the last impression that he wanted to leave with Daisy.

"I loved Grant too," Daisy said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "And Jason, you may not believe me, but... I'm angry too. But we need to go home. Please."

This whole being heartless thing was a lot harder than he'd anticipated. Especially when it was Daisy standing here crying... why hadn't Liza's tears had this effect on him?

"I can't," Jason said harshly, pushing her hand away. "I can't leave yet." Quiet tears dripped down Daisy's cheeks.

"You can't... or you won't?" Daisy questioned him softly. Such a simple statement gave him pause. For a moment Jason simply stood there, listening to the waves lapping against the shore.

"Maybe one day I'll come back to Santa Monica," the young man added halfheartedly. He locked eyes with Daisy. "But I'm not done here, Daisy. I need you to take the others and get them out of here once the boat's ready. Can you do that for me?"

Daisy nodded, and before Jason could move, she'd thrown her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Jason stood stiffly, his muscles tense as she hugged him. He managed to hug her back awkwardly. Jason didn't say anything for a minute, he just let Daisy hold him. It felt good.

Eventually she pulled back, seeming to release him very reluctantly. Then she did something else... planted a big, wet kiss right on his unshaven cheek.

This wasn't a hasty kiss like she'd given him after he'd caught her jumping down from the bar at the club. They weren't drunk and at a party, surrounded by their friends. Here, they were stone cold sober, all alone, and under the moonlight... Here on the beach, Jason really got a good sense of how soft her lips were...

He was disappointed when she pulled away.

"Go, then..." she said, obviously trying to keep the bitterness in her voice to a minimum. "Do whatever it is you have to do, Jason."

Jason nodded stiffly. With one last look of regret, Daisy turned from him, scooping up her clothes and sauntering back down the beach and up into the cave.

"Daisy..." Jason murmured to her footprints in the sand. "I'll come back someday."