I do not own the Jak and Daxter universe, and all that it entails.

These are short bits based on the themes from the 100 themes challenge, posted in the order I write them. Most will fall within the same continuity, if not I'll state it in the comments. Comments and critiques are appreciated.

Thanks goes to Cassandra Cassidy for beta'ing for me and generally being epic. You should all go and read her stories.

And now, on to these moments in time.

3. Light

Pain. Like a string of fire, it lanced across my side. I grit my teeth as fresh wounds were jarred as I rolled away, willing it from my mind. It would be gone soon. The look of shock that swept across my opponents' face was enough to bring a tight grin to mine, as a wave of light eco momentarily swept over me. Injuries mended themselves in the blink of an eye, and as quickly as the light came, darkness replaced it. The eco gave me the boost I needed to close the distance between the two of us, a blast from my claws quickly ending the fight. Rather than watch him slump to the ground, I quickly snatched my weapon from where it had dropped. For just a moment, an emotion few saw on me danced behind my eyes, replaced by the stone-like mask that settled on my features. I was not proud of what I had become, the light could never cover over the darkness that had settled in my bones.

83. Heal

Crimson life stained the earth, a rapidly increasing sign that something was wrong. The gasping, watery sound of breathing was the second. Panic, and need to do something, anything, gripped him, paralyzing him for an agonizing moment. He had seen people die, too many to count, but this was different. Never had it been someone he actually cared about. Something was said, but barely heard as he pulled, twisting the power that sang of healing and light, and for once trying to use it for another. Please, let this work, he thought, hoped, begged. As the last curls of healing light faded, and the one he healed fell into an exhausted sleep, what he had heard made sense, and with it a growing surprise, and horror at what he had almost lost.

Again.

"Father?"

4. Dark

It pulsed, coiling through his veins with every beat of his heart. Most times, he was able to ignore it, as naturally as breathing. The pace of running for his life, fighting until the end, protecting those around him, is enough to distract from the subtle burning. Even when the power is unleashed, a maelstrom of violet energy dancing along the length of his arms, jumping between claws that reach to rip and tear, channeling the energy in deadly waves, it leaves just as quickly with nothing but an echo whispering behind the pounding of adrenaline. Days that seem to have no end result in nights with no time for dreaming. Yet it is after the threat is vanquished, and all seem ready to return to a slower pace, to think, and remember, that the shadows seem to dance with dark intent. It is then that the whispering is able to make itself heard, and the darkness threatens to steal the last of his sanity.

37. Eyes

The last thing he remembered seeing was blue eyes. When he was alone, and free from the responsibilities he knew awaited him, he would allow himself to be swallowed up by the memory of two pairs of eyes as blue as the ocean, one he had watched as the light went out, the other he stubbornly held onto the hope of seeing again.

The first time he saw the eyes of the young man pulled from the desert, knocking on death's door, he had to fight to keep from recoiling in shock. That would not be appropriate, not for the man who so many looked to as their king. When he found the boy had no father, he couldn't help but cringe, thinking of his own son who, if he was still living, was most likely under the impression he had died. For what father would abandon his son?

When death came to claim him, he saw those eyes, so like his son's, fill with fear. He heard him say something, but knew it would make no difference. With what he knew to be his last breaths he made certain his son would be found. As his vision swam into darkness, he missed the flickering emotions of shock, horror, and, surprisingly, joy, that crossed that young man's, his son's, eco-blue eyes.

93. Give Up

The laugh that echoed up and down the canyon was that of a creature that had finally fallen into complete insanity. "Give up!" It shouted, gleeful in the knowledge that it was invincible. "You will never be able to defeat me!"

"Yeah, yeah, like we've never heard that line before!" shouted something small, defiant, and safely on the shoulder of his larger and much more dangerous counterpart. "I can't even count it on all my toes an' fingers!" he declared, earning a dark chuckle that forced him to hold on tighter lest he fall from his perch.

The grin that formed on the dark elf's features was predatory. "Hey Dax, want to see if our friend here is really invincible?" he practically growled as he advanced upon his opponent, who was looking less sure of the outcome by the moment. "Maybe we should see if they want to give up?"