What happens when Torn goes blind during a mission in Haven forest and Jak has to serve as his personal assistant? This is a JakxTorn and ErolxTorn fic. If you dont like slash, dont read.

A hard blow connected with his chest, and in the blink of an eye, Jak found himself thrown to the ground, landing on the hard roots of a tree. He let out a short grunt before attempting to get up. The big metal head-like creature aimed another blow with its long, sharp claws and the blonde raised his arms instinctivly to protect his face when suddenly the pain he thought would come was replaced by a metallic sound. Daring to take a look, Jak peeked out from under his right arm.

"Jak! Get up!" Torn was standing between him and the metal head, having apparently saved him from a certain painful wound. He quickly did as he was told and got up, starting to search the area for where he could have possibly dropped his weapon. In the mess of raging metal heads, he caught sight of Sig running around, taking out beast after beast with his gun, Daxter barely hanging onto the man's shoulder. A shreik made Jak turn on his heels and look back to where Torn was still fighting off the metal head. A green-brownish substance was covering most of the tattoed elf's face and he stumbled back, obviously having a hard time keeping up the fight.

"Torn!" Jak made a run for it. Weapon or not, he had to help. The redhead was desperatly trying to get the sticky fluid off his eyes, while making lame attempts at fending the monster off. As Jak reached the other man, he took the gun from him and used it on the creature, making sure it was really dead before turning back to his friend.

"Hey...", he helped Torn to wipe off the substance but the tattoed man just stared off into the distance, blinking hard, looking terrified. "Torn...?" the blonde watched him carefully before grabbing his friend's shoulder lightly. It was like time had stopped. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of shooting and feet moving around them. When realization finally hit him, Torn sank to his knees, screaming his head off.

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Later in the evening, when they finally arrived back in the city, the sky was already pitch black and even many of the krimson guards who were usually patrolling around, had retreated for the night. After they had escorted a panicking Torn back to the underground hideout, Tess had come over and done all she could by helping cleaning his eyes from the strange fluid. It hadnt helped at all, but they had all tried to convince him that it was probably just temporarily. After some cheerful words from Sig and some comfort from the girl, they had decided it was too late to stay any longer and had therefor left. Jak didnt know what to say or do. He was the only one who still remained at the hideout together with Torn, except for Daxter then, who for once, was completely silent.

"Torn...it's late..", the blonde cleared his throat. "Try and get some rest..." he watched the older elf at a safe distance.

"I dont care", the ex krimson guard replied with emphasis, where he was leaning against the table in the middle of the room. It was strange when you couldnt hear that confident tone in his voice anymore, as if it had been replaced by fright and hesitation. Jak could see that he was struggling hard to keep his cool even though little bits of emotions slipped away every now and then. Daxter sighed, not feeling like being patient anymore.

"Alright! Are we gonna sleep or not!?" the ottsel put on his best pouty, unhappy face.

"Dax! Cant you just go to sleep by yourself!" the blonde pulled a hand through his hair, giving his friend a meaning look.

"Noo, I caant", Daxter kicked at a pebble on the floor in frustration. "I get all cold and lonely and..and...Alright! I'm going out. Call me back when it's nappy time", and with those words, the furry little guy disappeared up the ramp. Jak waited until he was sure that Daxter was gone before approaching the other man slowly.

"Torn.."

"Leave me alone..", the redhead snapped and turned away, his eyes shut tight. He felt uncomfortable by the thought of someone staring into his dead eyes. Why would he have them open anyway, when he couldnt see anything at all. Pretty pointless.

"Look...", Jak began. "We'll find a cure, but right now.." a snort interrupted his speach and he fell silent, making no new attempt at trying to knock some sense into the other man.

"Jak...I'm blind..Last time I checked, there was no cure for blindness", Torn's expression turned into a frustrated one. "How am I gonna be able to do my job now!?" he turned to the table and knocked everything he could reach, off of it. After have been searching for a few seconds, he found his chair and plopped down on it, burying his face in his arms on the messy table. Jak felt sorry for the ex krimson guard, feeling deep down that no cure probably existed. He reached a hand out to place it on Torn's shoulder but almost immediatly pulled back, knowing that it wasnt likely to be appreciated. Torn was too proud to accept any help of some sort and Jak didnt want to make things worse, but someone had to look after him and that someone, he realised, had to be himself. Who else would have the time? Only Jak himself and Daxter were the ones who came to Torn's hideout for missions. He watched the other man as he rounded the table and pulled out a chair, sitting down opposite of his friend. He wanted to reach out and pat the redhead's arm in a comforting way, but decided it was best to leave him alone. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier and a strangled yawn escaped his throat. Too tired to keep them open much longer, he closed his eyes, the sound of approaching footsteps going unnoticed by him.

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Jak awoke to the sound of something crashing to the floor and he fluttered his eyes open, trying to get used to the bright light in the room.

"Woah!" Daxter's high-pitched voice pierced his ears. "You scared the shit out of me!" the little ottsel jumped out of his bed and patrolled closer to the mess of cardboardboxes and broken objects lying scattered around a confused/angry-looking Torn on the floor. The blind elf cursed under his breath and Jak was on his feet in the blink of an eye, rushing over to his friend.

"Torn! What happened..?" he knelt down and touched the other man's arm, attempting to help him to stand, while Daxter searched through some of the boxes with great interest. The tattoed man flinched, pulling away from the blonde.

"Dont touch me..", Jak sighed and pulled away, standing up straight again. He watched, a little amused, as the older man pulled himself to his feet, with the help of the cabinet behind him and succeeded without much trouble. Suddenly, without warning, Torn stepped forward and without knowing where he was going, slipped on something on the floor.

"AHH! Hey! Watch out!" Daxter yelled, scurrying away to a more safe spot where he wouldnt be stepped on, as Jak caught Torn, before he lost his balance completely. The redhead pushed away from Jak immediatly, swallowing and trying to stay still, not wanting to trip again. He wondered for a while why Jak was still here when he could go elsewhere and have some fun or whatever he'd like to do. He couldnt remember the last time someone had cared this much just to help him and he had to admit that it was kind of nice.

"Torn? You ok?" he closed his eyes shut when he realized he had them open.

"Yeah yeah..", determinded to continue with whatever he was doing before he woke Jak and Daxter up, Torn he crouched down, feeling around on the floor and seemed satisfied when he found a cardboardbox. Daxter had dared to come back from his safe hidingplace, holding something he had found in one of the boxes, not really sure what it was supposed to be.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" Jak wanted to know as he crouched down infront of Torn, beginning to collect the scattered objects.

"Jak, dont you have anything you have to do right now?" the older man sighed and felt around inside a dusty box, a frustrated expression plastered on his face.

"No, I dont..."

"Isnt there anything?" Torn shoved the box away not too carefully and felt around for another one.

"I want to help," Jak grabbed the man's wrist and Torn froze. "Why wont you just let me help you?" the blonde demanded to know but got no answer. He froze as well, feeling his friend's limp arm in his grip. He held it for a few more seconds before letting go, a little embaressed. Daxter obsverved this strange behavior, while pretending to be busy looking through a box, though he didnt think more of it at the moment. Torn got up unsteadily and started making his way across the room, reaching his arms out infront of him so that he could avoid any possible walls or other stuff that could be in his way. Jak followed, of course.

"Where are you going?" the younger elf questioned a little confused as Torn made his way up towards the door, using the right wall for support.

"I'm gonna find out if anything can be done about my eyes..", came his determinded answer and he continued on until he reached the door.

"Wait! Are you serious?" Jak rushed upstairs and followed the blind elf outside. It was a foggy day. A light mist was hanging in the air and the sky was so grey that you couldnt possibly know if it was the color of it or if it was just covered by dark clouds. Daxter came running up after them, watching curiously as Torn stumbled around.

"You stay here Torn. I'll go..like I promised", he followed the tattoed man who had succeeded in finding his zoomer, attempting to ascend it. "Torn, you cant be serious", he grabbed the said man's arm.

"I dont need your help", the redhead growled, not sounding very confident. He knew it wasnt true. He needed all help he could get but he hated letting other people know that he was weak, especially Jak. He couldnt show weakness in front of him. What would he think? Everyone was quiet for a moment as both he and Jak seemed to ponder.

"And where exactly were you going?" Jak asked hesitatingly. Torn's face changed to look even more grumpy.

"To the Hip Hog Salon...Gonna ask Sig some questions. I know he knows about these kind of things." Jak looked over to Daxter who shrugged.

"What kind of things?" the blonde wanted to know, looking back to Torn. The redhead let out a frustrated sigh.

"Medicine...stuff like that."

"Alright..but at least let me drive you there, ok?" Jak carefully put his hand on the man's shoulder, almost sure of that he would shrug it off, but he didnt.

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Five minutes later they had fixed a hellcat and were on their way to Krew's place. Jak was driving of course, and Torn was in the passenger seat, while Daxter was leaning over their backsupport from the backseat. Small drops of rain started falling as they approached the bar and a low rumbling sound errupted from the grey sky above. Jak watched the sky warily as he parked the hellcat and jumped out of it with practised ease. Rounding the vehicle, he made his way over to Torn's side, offering a helping hand.

"We're here", the blonde announced. "Take my hand and I'll help you out", but Torn wouldnt have any of it. Instead, he raised unsteadily and felt around for something to hold onto as he tried to get out of the hovercraft. Jak sighed and reached out to help but quickly changed his mind, recalling the other times he had tried to be of service but it seemed to be humiliating for the tattoed man. Daxter was enjoying the scene in front of him where he stood next to Jak, watching the blind elf as he did his best to leave the hellcat without falling on his face. Torn grinned proudly as he managed to put one of his feet on the ground and lifted his other foot as well. He stumbled a little and realized that his foot was stuck and twisted it a little, got it out and lost his balance completely. Unprepared as he was, Jak didnt see it coming and lost his balance as well, when Torn stumbled into him and made them both collapse on the ground. A snorting sound errupted from Daxter before he laughed out fully, not being able to hold it in anymore.

"Oh god! That was..that was..*tries to breathe inbetween the laughing* Jak groaned as he rubbed the back of his head where he had hit the ground and opened his eyes, watching as Torn slipped off him in embaressment and caught his breath. Jak sat up and smiled a little at how reserved the older elf had become since his sight had disappeared. Resisting the temptation to say 'I told you so', the blonde got up instead and grabbed the redhead's arm gently, pulling him up to stand, while Daxter was still chuckling and wiping his eyes from tears.

"Shut up Dax..", Jak muttered, feeling sorry for Torn even though he was being grumpy and stubborn and refused to let anyone help him. "Ok..lets go in then", he continued, holding the redhead's arm carefully to be able to lead him to the door. Daxter tagged along behind them, still having a big grin plastered on his face.

"Jak..?" the blonde slowed down a little while looking sideways at Torn.

"What is it?"

"....Thanks.." Jak couldnt help but smile again.

"It's no problem", he replied kindly and turned back to look where he was going. As they came to the entrance of the salon, Jak noticed that a very familiar zoomer was parked outside. He narrowed his eyes a little but kept going, reaching for the doorhandle.

I wanted to have a cliffhanger ending xD but oh well, I guess I'm not very good at it. This is my first JakxTorn and ErolxTorn fic in a very long time. I have one similar to this on my old account. Oh well, I hope you like this story. I will continue it either way.