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Warning: there will be slash later! Don't like; don't read!

Thoughts

Jak was barely listening to Torn speak about the new mission he was sending him on. Instead, he was too busy trying not to laugh at the faces Daxter was making about him. Jak did notice how Torn's hand slightly twitched while Daxter began to mock his hair. Then he noticed how Torn's tattoos near his eyes began to form creases. Sensing what was coming, Jak reached out his hand and grabbed Torn by the wrist before his hand could smack Daxter off of the table. Luckily, he had stopped Torn in time, for his hand was a mere centimeters away from Daxter's head.

Daxter noticed the hand approaching and flinched slightly, but when no contact was made, he looked over and saw Jak staring into Torn's eyes. "Whew, that was a close one, good looking out Jak," Daxter said as he ran up to Jak's shoulder, so he could not get hit by Torn for making fun of him.

Torn glared angrily at Jak, who just stared calmly at him, but in his blue eyes, Torn saw a ripple of anger that was almost fully hidden by the younger elf. "Leave Daxter alone," Jak said in a voice that stated that he was not to be messed with.

Torn, not liking this, replied in an equally pissed off voice, "and who are you to give me orders?" Jak smirked as he let go of Torn's wrist, but not before twisting it slightly.

"Do you really want to find out?" A spark shined in Jak's eyes, and Torn knew when to back down.

"Where was I?" Torn muttered as he tried to remember what the mission was about. He knew where he had seen that spark before, in Dark Jak. He had not seen Dark Jak face to face, but he was able to put together the pieces from the rumors that spread about his cruelty. Torn knew that would not be able to hurt the little fuzz ball now with being torn apart by the creature inside Jak.

What really worried him though, was the thought that Dark Jak might be the same Jak across the table from him, not a different person that takes over. No, the fact that it might still be the same Jak did not worry him; it scared the living hell out him. Leaving these thoughts to be pondered when they left, Torn recalled what they were talking about; Dead Town.

"Ah yes, you have to retrieve that weapon from the old hut," Torn said, sounding like he forgot about the incident that happened not even two minutes ago.

"Forgetful one, ain't he?" Daxter muttered into Jak's ear. Jak grinned and nodded. Daxter looked into Jak's eyes and saw a part of the old Jak that he remembered. Jak looked into Daxter's eyes and grinned. Daxter saw the underlining idea of Jak's. His eyes said 'he won't forget it'. "Yeah, he won't, thanks buddy." Jak eyes showed that it was received and accepted.

"Are you two paying attention?" Torn snapped, not liking it when he was ignored.

"Should we be?" Daxter commented with a grin. Jak lightly shook his head while he slightly smiled. Torn's right eyes twitched, moving his tattoos, but he knew not to hit the little orange ottsel, now at least.

Torn growled a 'yes'. "Anyways, it will be heavily guarded so try not to get killed Jak, oh…and you too rat." With that Jak stood up and began to walk out of the Underground's hideout as he rolled his eyes. Daxter on the other hand, looked back to Torn and stuck his tongue out. He saw Torn pull out a blade and point the tip towards Daxter's head. Daxter quickly put his tongue back in his mouth and Jak left the Underground.

"Hey Jak," Daxter said after he turned around. Jak briefly looked in Daxter eyes, asking him to continue. "Do ya think tha' the jerk's as much of an ass as I do?" Daxter did not even wait for an answer as Jak grabbed a zoomer and drove to Dead Town. "Thanks again," he muttered and Jak began to smile. He took one hand off of the handles and lightly petted Daxter.

"Hey," Daxter said. "As much as I like the petting, I prefer to live." Jak's smile grew as he continued to pet Daxter. Daxter noticed this and was proud of himself. Out of all the people in Haven, he was the only one who was able to make Jak smile like he did back in Sandover. Jak stopped petting Daxter and focused on the road, he hit the brakes when they neared the entrance to Dead Town.

As they entered Dead Town, Daxter felt a chill run down his spine as his fur began to stand on end. Once they entered Dead Town, the door shut behind them. Not good, Daxter thought. "Hey Jak? I think we should get out of here." Jak sensed the fear in Daxter's voice and knew that it was urgent. He looked at Daxter as if to say 'What are you feeling Dax?'.

"JAK!" Jak looked back just in time to see a huge amount of energy heading towards him. Jak jumped out of the way and looked for any metal heads that would have shot at him. After looking everywhere, Jak gave Daxter weird look. If it wasn't a metal head…then what- but before Jak could finish this thought, Daxter yelled again.

"Run Jak!" Jak took this as good advice and made a run for it. As Jak jumped to a different chunk of earth, the ground that he was standing on earlier exploded, sending dust and mud everywhere. "Wonderful! Just what I needed! Dust covered fur!" Dax never changes, Jak thought as he looked for anything out of place. Then he saw it.

Piercing eyes stared at him from Samos' old hut. The figure grinned at Jak, showing him sharp fangs. One thought kept running through Jak's head at the moment, Oh shit. Daxter looked to Jak once he had gotten most of the dust off of him.

"What's up?" Daxter asked. Daxter looked to where Jak was looking and freaked. "Um Jak? Maybe we should, oh I dun' know, GET THA' FUCK OUTTA HERE!" Jak looked at him and his eyes told Daxter that they needed to find the weapon first. "Jak, ya might not be obvious to tha fact tha' he's probably why this mission is dangerous!"

Just then, the earth beneath their feet began to shake. "Run?" Daxter suggested. Jak nodded as he began to run towards the hut. "Not tha' way!" Jak almost made it to the hut when all of a sudden; a huge creature came out of the ground. "FUCK! RUN JAK! RUN!" Jak jumped over the gap that separated him from the old hut. He looked around and saw that the creature that grinned at them was gone. Instead of wondering where it went, Jak began to search for the weapon. Daxter got off of his shoulder and looked also.

"I got it!" Daxter yelled. He was holding what looked like a bomb. Jak took it as Daxter climbed back up to his normal position. Just then, the entire hut shook. Jak looked out the dusty, broken window and saw a huge creature slamming itself into the only thing that kept the hut still standing. It had deep red colored scales and looked a bit like Kor. The only difference was it was a lot bigger, had no wings, and had a set of horns on top of its head, which it was currently using to try to knock them out of the hut.

"Can we leave now?" Daxter yelled. Jak nodded, but before he could move, the hut slanted greatly and then fell. Jak felt his feet lift from the floor and suddenly, everything went black. Daxter awoke and looked around him, he realized that he was no longer on Jak's shoulder instead; he was under a pile of rubble. He slowly climbed out and brushed himself off; that was when he noticed that he had a cut across his forehead. He looked around and was in shock.

The entire hut was destroyed, but the culprit was nowhere to be found. Broken wood and stone was everywhere, but Jak was nowhere. "Jak?" Daxter called timidly. He slowly walked around and realized that the hut had fallen into the water, creating a small island, knowing that he could not leave by himself; Daxter continued to call for Jak.

Daxter ears perked up as he heard a groan, followed by the sounds of stone falling onto other stone. "Jak!" He ran over to the where he heard the sounds to find him. Jak was indeed worse for wear. A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was ragged and shallow while he was covered in dust and small gashes.

"Are ya alrigh'?" Daxter asked. Jak nodded slowly, and stood up even slowler. Daxter climbed on his shoulder and they began to walk to the exit. Once they reached it though, a chill ran down both of their spines. They looked across and saw the figure standing where Samos' hut used to stand. He grinned again and pointed to Jak. Before either of them could do anything though, he pointed to his throat at swept his finger across it.

Before anything could be done about that, he disappeared. "What THE FUCK was that?" Daxter yelled. Jak shrugged, and slowly walked out to Haven. He made his way to the Underground on a stolen zoomer and tiredly walked into the Headquarters. Torn looked at them with an eyebrow raised. Daxter opened his mouth to comment but Jak raised his hand.

"Not a word," he said in a tired voice. Pain was letting itself be known throughout his entire body. He threw the weapon towards Torn. "I'm going to sleep, don't wake me for a while." With that said Jak slowly climbed into the bottom bunk with Daxter and fell asleep immediately.

Two figures were in the shadow behind Torn. "What did we tell you. Are you going to listen now?" Torn growled.

"Fine!" He said in resignation. Daxter listened to all of this, wondering what it all meant before he fell asleep. He was awakened early in the morning, along with Jak, by Torn.

"Mmm?" Daxter said as he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. He looked over at Jak and noticed that he didn't even try to stay awake.

"It's been arranged," Torn said.

"What has?" Daxter asked.

"Samos and the Shadow have brought it up to me that Jak has barely been sleeping lately."

"And?"

"…He's sleeping again." Daxter looked up from where he was in Jak's lap and saw that he was sleeping while sitting up. Daxter climbed up to Jak's face and began to shake him so he would wake up. Jak slowly came through.

"Huh?" he asked tiredly.

"Now that everyone's awake, as I was saying, we have decided that…wake him up again rat." Daxter's eye twitched at being called rat, but he grinned at how Jak was pissing Torn off without even trying to. This time though, his shaking technique wasn't working. Daxter shrugged as he climbed back down and sat in his lap again. Torn leaned forward, making Daxter think that he was going to kiss Jak, but instead he yelled. "JAK, WAKE UP!" Jak's body jumped up, smacking his head against the bottom of the top mattress and metal bars that held it up.

"Damn it! What the hell was that for!" Jak growled as he held his head in pain. He fell asleep in pain just to wake up with it. Torn grinned.

"AGAIN, as I said earlier, we have decided to give you a week off with no missions. Samos has stopped Keira from giving you any races to do and Tess stopped Krew. So, be grateful."

"Yeah! A week off, what should we do Jak?" Daxter asked as he looked up to Jak. Jak grinned mischievously as Torn walked to his desk. "Ya thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Jak nodded. They got up and prepared for what they planned on doing to the unsuspecting elf.

Before they could get far in their planning though, Samos and Samos/the Shadow went over to Jak and Daxter. "Jak, we need to examine you," the older Samos said. A questioning look overcame Jak, luckily, Samos answered his question before he had to voice it.

"We noticed you were having difficulty with your breathing while you slept," the younger sage said. Jak nodded as he remebered the pain that was currently a dull throb. They also pointed out the dried blood on his body.

"You too, Daxter," the older sage said. Daxter mocked him but hid behind Jak before he was hit with Samos' walking stick. Jak and both Samos' had agreed that Daxter should be checked out by the younger sage while Jak got the older one.

"It's just as I feared..." Samos said after Jak pulled up his tunic.

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