Wow, the second update in two days! I'm on a roll. Or rather...I'm currently in the middle of a light workload.
This one feels a little awkward. Maybe because I didn't really know where I was going with it. Ah well v.v This is one of my favourite Wallflowers songs by the way...
Nearly Beloved
"One, two, three...hey, come on! You've gotta go hide!" Daxter turned his head and rolled his wide eyes. Wide human eyes. Jak frowned and cocked his head in question.
He thought it would be best to humour everything until he figured out why he was suddenly back in Sandover and why Daxter was suddenly the human child he had once been. Daxter muttered something irritably under his breath and brought his hands back up to his eyes.
"Cos that's what you do in hide and seek. Duh," he added. "One, two.." Jak raised an eyebrow. Well it wouldn't hurt, he supposed. He wandered off down the familiar stepping stones to the beach. There was no need to hurry; he remembered Daxter had never been that good at counting and so he kept starting again and again. He found a rock jutting out near the Sentinals and ducked behind it on his haunches. A couple of seagulls crowed at eachother overhead, casting shadows on the bright sand. Jak found himself thinking of Spargus. So much sand. And yet...what was he doing here? It was the past...both his personally and the world's as a whole.
And why here? Why Sandover? It wasn't like Jak could remember all that much about it anymore. He just hadn't spared it much thought after everything that had happened since. Why hadn't it been Haven? Those...experiments that had eaten two years of his life and continued to gnaw away at his thoughts. And why not Spargus? Jak loosened the scarf around his neck slightly. He'd couldn't remember it being so warm in Sandover, but then, he supposed, he hadn't exactly worn a great deal of armour and weapons when he was younger.
"Geez, you always hide around here. You're useless at this game, Jak," a voice laughed from above. He looked up in surprise at Daxter, who stood on the rock with an expression of frustrated amusment on his face. Jak shrugged, but he couldn't keep the sheepish smile of his face. It had been a while since he'd had such an expression. It was...nice. To be in a situation that called for it, instead of a confident grin or dangerous smile. Daxter jumped down beside him and laughed.
"It's my turn now. Good luck!" he gave a cheeky grin and bounded off, not even waiting for Jak to close his eyes. The man looked down at the sand. He closed his eyes and sighed. "One, two, three..."
"...four," he muttered, his eyes darting open at the sound of his own voice. A roughly plastered ceiling swam into view, welcoming Jak back to the land of the probably-not-living-much-longer. Kras City. He sat up, Daxter sliding off his chest, where he'd been curled up dozing.
"...ugh? What's up now?" the ottsel moaned sleepily.
"Nothing, Dax. Go back to sleep." Jak rubbed at his eyes to wake up and lay back down to stare at the ceiling. A dream? How typical. But it had reminded him of something he'd almost forgotten. He tried to pull a sheepish smile, but it felt wrong, empty, fake.
It was meant for a different time and a different life. A time when he had a kid's adventures that ended by dinnertime and there was a home to go back to when it got dark.
