I believe I take personal enjoyment in procrastinating.

Alright, I'm not going into love-y-dove-y crap for this, if I get the desire or asked, I might write up a short one, but this thing is over 15000 words long, and that's without love interests.

As I have just recalled, I should point out there are spoilers in here if you haven't played the games, but why are you reading this if you've never played them? It seems kind of pointless, because most fic authors assume you know the characters, even if they mix them up themselves.

Jak and Daxter belong to Naughty Dog.

R&R.

When they entered the Hip Hog, Jak stared at the dark-skinned man. He knew him. That wastelander... How could Jak know someone that was working for such a slease? He had morals, and was honorable. How did he know he was a wastelander? Daxter took his relative silence as a signal to get this party started. He walked up to the wastelander, looking fully prideful and in control. Daxter walked past him and saw the tub of lard that was Krew. He'd obviously been surpised but Jak knew the wastelander had a good reason to be there. He wasn't Krew's crony for no reason. When Daxter started sounding like he was losing control, Jak jumped in.

"We did you a favour, now it's our turn. Why is the Baron giving eco to the metal heads?" Jak growled down at the bulging fat. Krew lunged his chair towards Jak, looking close in his face, trying to intimidate him which he could probably only do with the threat of drowning him in his rolls. Jak didn't back down glaring back at the fat man's face. The wastelander looked at Jak with a grin, that almost looked proud, for some reason.

"Questions like that could get a person killed, 'ey! Sig, pay 'el Capitan' here and his friend a bonus." The wastelander, Sig, walked stiffly to Jak and, although Jak was sure he wouldn't hurt him, he still tense for a strike. When he produced a gun Jak was slighty relieved, but still uneasy of his apparent memory of this man.

"Ever thought of being a wastelander, hmmm?" Jak tried to to choke on the sarcasm the man had in his voice.

"Can't say that I have." Jak had never thought about it, it was practically in his blood. He shook his head minutely, he didn't know how he knew what a wastelander was, he didn't belong here.

Sig came up behind Jak, he realised.

"So you wanna be wastelanders, huh doughboys? Well, we'll see what you're made of when we get out in the thick." Sig was grinning at Jak in a way Jak remember, but it was distorted. It felt wrong. Daxter gulped as he continued. Sig just laughed and continued. "Don't worry Chilli pepper, cause we're rolling with the peace maker!" he boasted , showing a weapon with metal cast onto the barrel. Jak looked at it for half a second before knowing it was purely a peacemaker, how it worked and how someone wouldn't let him touch it until he was older. His hand drifted to it without him realising until Krew almost took it off.

"We'll meet at the pumping station. Listen Cherries" Jak's eyes flicked up at the familiar name, and noticed the man's voice faltered slightly and he looked like he'd betrayed himself as it left his mouth. "Don't you leave me dangling in the wind out there." Sig continued like it hadn't affected him at all.

Jak snuck up behind Sig at the pumping station, not on purpose, the man simply didn't notice him. Jak noticed the man wasn't paying much attention to the world at all. His eyes talking to no one as far as Sig knew. I'm sorry, kid. Then he noticed Jak, and the pain in his eyes deepened, just for a second.

You look like him.

"Hello Cherries!" He greeted closing his eyes and breathing out instead of looking Jak in the eyes. "Ready to hunt a few Metal Heads?" He grinned happily at Jak. "Follow me, stick close and watch my six." He said clipped to him, like he would know exactly what he meant. Jak looked back understanding fully. Sig cocked the peacemaker enthuiastically. "This is gonna be fun." He said grinning at Jak with a lost smile.

"Boom" Sig called out to himself, like he was playing with a child. "Home team 5, Metal Heads nothing!" he grinned at Jak. Then stopped just a little bit. That distant look back in his eye. He told Jak to leave and Jak was just the tiniest bit downtrodden. It brought up an image that Sig couldn't bear. Of Mar. "You did good, rookie." He said kindly to Jak. He looked up with a weak smile in response. They departed not looking at eachother again.

Jak looked at the stone, it seemed so famliar. His hand drifted up to his thoart before he heard something move behind him. It grabbed him by the throat with a gun pointed to his skull. He struggled against it, it wasn't cocked. "Who the hell are you two?" the figure, a girl asked angrily. Jak froze. He knew that voice. And the face, when she let go to deal with Daxter. "Keep talking and I'll raise your voice a few octaves." He definitely knew her. How?

"Easy..." he began roughly, trying to place her voice. "Torn asked us to help ypu." She glared at him.

"I don't need help." she growled at him. He knew her, her face glaring down at him when he was trying to be nice, he'd just been a little kid... What?

"Samos told us to bring the kid to you!" Daxter yelled as soon as they got to the power station. The strange feelings of deja vu had hit again, the city was barable now, he tried to think of it as just a place he'd been before and had learnt well. Even though it really shouldn't.

The kid stared up at Jak. Jak involuntarily stared back at him. He was on the wrong side of this staring contest. Skewed views and half-recalled thoughts buffered that suggestion in his mind. He glanced away as the kid walked over slightly cautiously to Kor.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to keep him close." the old man said. Jak bit back a growl, it wasn't any deeper than that, he kept telling himself. He's just watching the kid... The crocadog growled for him. Jak was surprised the dog had even stood near himself. Animals were much more senstive to the dark eco that was swarming around inside his body. Daxter could barely stay on his shoulder without his fur pricking up in agitation. This dog though, it knew the eco wasn't the only thing there...Jak stroked the dog thankfully. And the growling stopped, the dog even looked pleased that Jak had touched him. He'd felt the fur bristle a little from the contact, but the dog didn't look the least bit agitated by him. It grinned as much as the crocadog could, before Kor made a comment about the dog.

"That insufferable mutt never liked anyone but the boy before..." Jak blinked in surprise. Jak knew it didn't particularly like Samos or even Torn, especially Kor, but it had never taken a go at him. Even though he'd only been there a few weeks, it almost welcomed him.

He remembered a crocadog. He'd had one when he was tiny. His father... he thought, had given it to him. It was never is Sandover, though. He'd wondered where it had gone. Jak smirked. One thing that made the creature fallible. The 'mutt' knew something was up aswell. He'd protect the kid...

"I guess I'm just good with animals." Jak muttered to himself as he stared the dog in the eyes. Protect him from this thing... Jak silently asked the dog. He was surprised when it nodded understandingly.

Then it went off to piddle on Kor's staff, which was a laugh Jak was long overdue.