Ehm... Yes, I'm still alive. And this truely is the last chapter of Four Fatal Mistakes.
I'm deeply sorry that it's taken me so long. I originally planned to have one more chapter after this, but feared that I would not find the time and motivation to write one more.
For those who still know this story, review's are always apreciated. And now ENJOY!
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The blond rested his head on the stony ground and closed his eyes. A small smile played on his lips. He still breathed unevenly when he apparently drifted to sleep.
Torn lay on his back, trying to steady his breath. Slowly the realisation of what they had done sunk in and the brown haired elf started to tremble. What now? They had given in to their feelings of lust. They had slept with each other. They had crossed the one line they shouldn't have crossed.
Mar, they still had to work with each other. Torn stared up at the ceiling he could only barley recognize in the dark. Night had come over the temple and the coal fires spent only a little light.
Jak's words echoed through his mind. This one night he had said. So for Jak it was obviously over and done with this. Maybe it was better this way. For their lives and future and absolutely everything it was better if this remained a one-time thing.
Torn knew that he was lying to himself. There was at least one thing that hoped, wished, pleaded that this was not the end. His stupid foolish heart ached at the mere idea of not repeating this night. But they couldn't! What would their friends say if they knew?
He felt as if the walls of the temple were crushing in on him. Fear held him in its tight grip. What now? He couldn't go back to what they used to be. And deep down he had always known, if he let the heir of Mar get too close, he would loose himself in the feeling.
He hadn't paid attention to the voice of reason, screaming in his head. And now it came back, biting his ass. Just fucking great! Cold regret wormed its way through his body, leaving him freezing from something else but the crisp night air. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out everything that made him feel nauseous. Unsurprisingly enough, it didn't work.
His thoughts kept spinning around. What now? "We should never have done this…" He whispered into the dark. "Why not?" Torn flinched. He had been sure that Jak was asleep. And now that he knew that Jak was awake and apparently ready for a clarifying talk, Torn couldn't bring himself to say what needed to be said. He was afraid of the answer.
With his eyes still closed he could only hear Jak turning over to look at him. "You wanted this, right?" He just nodded. There was hardly any point in lying; bearing in mind he had been moaning Jak's names just minutes prior. "So, why regretting it now? It won't make you feel better."
The heir of Mar moved again and Torn opened his eyes. Jak had started to collect his clothes and equipment, starting to dress again. The brown haired man suddenly realised that the biggest part of his clothes were shred to pieces by dark. Just perfect… When he didn't move for a while, Jak turned around to face him. The heir of Mar raised an eyebrow.
"Dark kinda ruined my pants." It wasn't more than a murmured response but Jak heard him nevertheless. In all fairness, the blond tried to keep a straight face, but at some point he just started giggling. Torn snarled at him. "I think I still got some clothes around, we should be able to find you something."
Torn rolled his eyes. "So you expect me to walk into your beloved city half naked then?" Jak raised a suggestive eyebrow and Torn sighed. "No. I'm not doing that, don't even try."
The blond shrugged and turned away, walking down the corridor and opening a door that Torn hadn't realized was there. Bending down, Jak gave the older man a nice view of his ass and Torn couldn't resist licking his lips. He sighed inwardly.
The next thing he realized was a lump of dusty clothes being thrown his way. It turned out to be a loose pair of brown trousers and a black shirt. "I never said they were in Spargus!" Torn was really rather sure that he would kill Jak one day.
Getting back to the city proved a challenge that the ex Crimson Guard commander could have well lived without. They didn't have a car anywhere near the temple and flying over the desert in the freezing night air was nothing pleasant. Additionally, Torn found that he wasn't particularly fond of heights, at least not when his only security was his grip around Jak's body.
Before they managed to find the abandoned car, Jak ran out of Light Eco and they had to walk the remaining distance. Not for the first time, the brown haired man was glad that Jak knew the desert like no other. Well, except the metal heads and bandits of course.
Torn was sure he had seen enough sand and dead bodies to last him for quite a while when they finally found the car. Relieved he dropped into the seat beside Jak. The dusty clothes the other had given him were covered in sweat and gore, sticking uncomfortably to his body. The older elf found that he was really rather exhausted. Age, long days and a good shag were having their effect and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.
Jak shot a look to the sleeping commander at his side. They were getting steadily closer to the city and soon he would have to wake him up. The blond knew that this whole comfortable co-existence they just shared would be over once they were within the city walls again. Spargus was his home, he hadn't been lying when telling Keira that. But he was aware that he had to go back to Heaven City again soon; also because of Daxter.
Tess was perfectly capable of taking care of the Naughty Ottsel for a while, but Jak was sure that she would be glad to have her husband back. And then of course there were his duties. After the war he had taken over a freelance position in the Freedom League, mainly killing the remaining Metal Heads and Crimson Bots.
It wasn't an exactly challenging job, but it kept him busy and ensured that he always had enough money for some warm meals. Not that he actually needed working. Being the heir of Mar, son of former king Damos and saviour of the world kind of opened these doors for you.
By now he could see the light of the gate guard's torches and he reached out an arm to shake Torn awake. "We're there. You'll need to get up." The older man groaned, unimpressed. Jak smirked. "I can kiss you awake, Sleeping Beauty, but you have to explain it to the city guard and Sig."
That managed to wake Torn enough for him to stretching his arms and cracking his backs. He even opened an eye. Jak smirked. He shouted a greeting at the guards and drove through the gate.
The city was deserted, even Daxter seemed to have gone to bed. They had been outside for a bit too long. Jak didn't really care. He led the way back to the soldier's quarters and fell into his bed. No orange fur ball here either. No sign of Keira. Both men were glad to be able to get some sleep, quickly and silently slipping under the covers and drifting off.
Jak was woken by Seem, who held a tray with a small breakfast and smiled knowingly. This woman was bloody dangerous, the blond decided; not that it was a particularly new fact. The Precursor Monk had played a rather important role in the second war and was now occupying a high ranked position in the city of Spargus.
Jak grabbed his food and threw a pillow at Torn, which caused the other commander to jump from his bed, crescent knife in hand. "You're sleeping with the thing under your pillow?" Realizing that there was no danger, the older elf sat down on the mattress and nodded.
"Old habits die hard, you should know that Mar." Seem said and handed Torn his share of food. The brown haired man nodded gratefully and took a first gulp of coffee. "The mechanic lady is looking for you both. She will need to extend her request for staying here if you don't hurry up and get back to Heaven City." Jak groaned and emptied his mug.
"Can't be helped I guess. We need to go back in any ways. Have you seen Daxter?" The monk nodded and smiled. "He's annoying Sig. I think it's time you go and collect him, before our leader decides to use him as a new trophy." Jak laughed.
A few moments later, Torn was following Jak through the streets to the palace. He wasn't exactly sure what he should make of the other male's behaviour. The blond was unusually relaxed and had apparently deleted the previous night from his thoughts. Torn knew that it would be good to do the same, but he just couldn't bring himself to. He was rather fond of these particular memories.
They took the rusty elevator to the king's chamber where they were greeted with an extremely relieved Sig and a ranting rat. Great. Just what he needed now. Daxter claimed his traditional position on Jak's shoulder and froze. Sniffing, the orange fur ball raised an eyebrow and turned his orange head to look at Torn. The brown haired elf said nothing.
Returning his attention to Jak, he decided that it was best to just ignore Daxter. "Sig, we need to head back to Heaven City. I think they guys there would be glad to see that Torn's fine." The leader of Spargus nodded and escorted them to the landing place.
Upon their arrival there, they discovered that Seem had found Keira in the meantime and brought her there as well. The blue haired elf didn't spare a second glance for Torn and flung her arms around Jak the moment he stepped onto the platform. Torn closed his eyes, when Keira pressed her lips on Jak's, He really didn't need to see that.
Walking around to the back of the Hellcat, he discovered to his surprise that Daxter was following. He raised a questioning eyebrow and looked at the grinning Ottsel. Before the fur ball could answer, there was an angry, high-pitched scream behind them. Daxter's grin grew wider.
"No Keira. We definitely don't have a relationship. And we never will. Now get into that bloody Hellcat and bring us back to Heaven or I'll do it." To Jak's surprise, she gapped a few times without uttering another word before she did as he told her. Jak stepped over to where Daxter was standing beside Torn, grinning like a madman. Well, he probably was just that…
"Let's get inside." He murmured to the Ottsel and then turned to Torn. "And you… I love you. And I don't give a damn about what you think is the right thing to do. You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met and the thought of losing you is just…" Jak had never been good with words, and he really didn't know what to say next. How could he convince Torn of his feelings? Looking into the other elf's eyes, he tried to figure out his next words.
"By the Precursor! I got it… So now stop being so insufferably romantic." Despite the harsh tone in his voice, he looked at the blond hero with a smile.
Jak laughed. And without another warning he grabbed Torn by the hips, pulled him close and pressed his lips on the other's. Daxter's approving grin and Keiras sour look were lost to them, as they disappeared into their own little world for a moment.
That evening, they were walking closely beside each other, not wanting to miss the feeling of warmth for even the slightest second when they headed to the Naughty Ottsel. Stepping inside, Torn quickly looked around, but Keira was nowhere to be seen.
Daxter turned around to greet the customers and smirked. Tess grinned knowingly. "Ya know Jak... I really don't care about what you do. Guess you're old enough. But…" Jak raised an eyebrow. "If you scare away my customers, I'll let you pay; got it?"
The couple just grinned at Daxter and walked over to the counter. Tess placed two glasses in front of them. Torn picked his up, eying it thoughtfully. "'Little Red Zoomer', huh?" Daxter's eyes went wide. An evil grin appeared on Torn's face, his eyes fixed on Daxter. "If I remember right, the two of us still have a score to settle on those. Right, rat?"
No one had ever seen Daxter running so fast, leaving behind a laughing Jak and a content smirking Torn.
And this is it. Thank you for reading.
Though I haven't posted anything here for a long time, this story is still important to me. I am still a huge Jak&Daxter fan and I always planned on finishing this piece.
With my job and studies and all that shabang going on, I don't know when or if I'll find time to write more fanfiction. Before I can even think about posting a new story, though, I have to finish another piece of writing that I have abandoned.
Maybe I'll upload again soon.. I usually get sucked up in writing once I start...
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