Note: Story still going! Whoo! I have no idea when I'm going to stop this story, and you know what? It might just turn out to be Jak X Torn, despite what I said earlier. It just seems like that's where the fic is going to go. Still don't own Jak and Daxter, but maybe I'll try to get into Naughty Dog when I grow up and then I can say I work for the guy who owns Jak and Daxter, which is the next best thing, but that's most likely not gonna happen, so I don't own Jak and Daxter. That, and I accidentally made a timeline error. This fic takes place like, a month after Kor dies. Not just after the Baron dies. 'Cause I'm an idiot. Okay, let's try this. Veger hasn't kicked Jak out quite yet.

On with the show!

Jak stretched and yawned as he got up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and as his vision cleared, something in his field of sight caused him to smile. Torn had fallen asleep with his head on his arms like a pillow, with his head and arms in Jak's right side. He smiled and gently woke Torn up. Torn blinked and looked up. "Hi."

"Hi."

"This must look awkward."

"Quite." Jak replied. Torn sat up and popped his spine back into place. "I wanted to make sure you were alright." Torn explained. "Let's go eat. I feel like I could eat enough for the entire City." Jak said as he began to walk to the kitchen, Torn following. "So, did you have any sleep-shattering nightmares last night?"

"Nope, I slept like a log."

"You sawed them up too. You know you snore? Loudly?" Torn said, pouring himself some coffee. "Well, no, haven't actually stayed awake to hear myself, see..."

"Shut up, Jak. You talk in your sleep, too. Mumbling gibberish all night."

"Well, sorry." Jak took the coffee pot from Torn to pour himself a mug. "Just saying. Might want to sleep with duct tape over your mouth."

"And chew through it? No way, I don't want to wake up with my mouth tasting like duct tape."

"Well, how do you know what duct tape tastes like? It could taste like candy, for all you know."

"Well, I'm not putting my mouth on it to find out." Jak said, taking a sip. He sat down at the table. Torn sat on the table. He looked down at Jak's tired face. "Hey, Jak."

"What?"

"You said you were 17, right?" Jak nodded. "17. Yeah." Torn quirked an eyebrow. "You look older than that. Like, in your late 20's." Jak shrugged. "Prison will do that to a guy." He replied to Torn. "I guess. I'm 32."

"32? Holy crap." Jak said, looking up. "What? I'm not old."

"You just look a lot younger than that."

"I don't know whether to say thank you or to punch your face in." Torn replied. Daxter came bounding in before jumping on Torn's shoulder and downing the rest of Torn's coffee, causing the dreadlocked man to twitch. "Easy, Torn. He's not worth it." Jak said. Daxter jumped off. "Damn rat just drank my coffee!" Torn exclaimed. "Yeah, Dax'll do that." Jak said dismissively. "He drank. My coffee." Torn said icily, gripping his mug so hard that cracks began to appear along its sides. Jak desperately tried to calm Torn down. Torn lunged for the bunks, where Daxter was relaxing. Jak quickly wrapped his arms around Torn's chest and waist and restrained him. "Torn! Dax isn't worth it! Just chill out, man!" Torn twitched and went still. Jak waited until Torn said, "You can get off me now."

"Will you jump at Daxter as soon as I do?"

"Duh."

"Then no. I'm staying here." Torn rolled his eyes. "I promise I won't kill that useless--"

"A-hem." Jak interrupted. " -sigh- I promise I won't kill Daxter for drinking my coffee." Jak let Torn go before the situation became even more awkward than it already was. Torn made a growling sound and went to go finish some paperwork. Jak glared icy daggers at his furry friend. Daxter innocently shrugged, as if to say, "what did I do?" Jak shook his head, as if to say, "You are so useless." Daxter grinned. He jumped off to go find Tess somewhere. Jak sat on the edge of Torn's desk, staring intently at him. Torn felt the stare and looked up awkwardly. "Is there something stuck on my face?"

"No. Just wondering why KG's need to get tattooed." Torn shrugged. "Each of us had to get different tattoos for identification. It was like a second name. Unfortunately, when I quit, you know tattoos are permanent."

"So is it just your face that's tattooed or--"

"Jak!"

"What? I'm just wondering." Torn gave Jak a bored sort of look that just screamed, "I will kill you." Jak shrugged. Torn sighed in exasperation. "If you must know, the tattoos go all over my body." Jak gave a disgusted look. "That must have hurt."

"No, it felt like a skip through a spring meadow. Of course it hurt! It was a way of weeding out those too weak to become Krimzon Guard." Torn said irritably. He thumbed through a stack of papers. Jak still stared at him. "Don't you have something to go maul or blow up or something?" Torn asked. "No. You gave me the week off." Jak replied. "Oh, yeah." Torn drawled, severely regretting the decision. "Well, go get some sleep or go eat breakfast or something. You're staring at me and it's freaking me out." Jak hopped off the table, brushed his hand through his green-blonde hair and walked off. Torn sighed, finally happy to get some peace and quiet.

But how would he fare an entire week with the teen?

Chapter five coming soon! I already know my formatting sucks. Please read and review!