Title: Our Untold Story
Warnings: In later chapters... Well, I don't know. I haven't gotten that far. But right now, just cussing... And an out of control dark form
Disclaimer: And If I owned the series, would I be here? Honest to god. You people are crazy.
Main pairing: Jak x Daxter
Full summary: Takes place a while after the third game. Jak is going insane. His dark form wants to go South [To the beaches?!]. His light form is trying to play good guy. And did I mention that his light form changed Daxter back to his normal, not-so-geeky form? And Jak has the hots for him?
Well he does.
I would like to thank my reviewers! Without you, I wouldn't have been able to get this far! holds up random golden award
To Karr: Yes. This is my first story though. I mean, I've read alot. I'm just a hesitant about writing the actual part. Well, I've already written pretty far. [I pre-write, so I don't have to worry about lack of inspriation. Though playing the games really do just help.]
To Demyrie: I gave you my personal touch. Lucky you! And I thank you.
To Clock: Yes. Everybody does tend to like him in boxers. Yeah. There's more of that later. Okay? Okay.
To DarkMistress950: I'm givin you what ya want! Another chapter! Please stay tuned!
To TwistedChild: The next level... Ah yes. Well, we can't have that just yet. First the two idiots gotta realize that something is going on.
To Vont: Hey! He is human again. Or... Whatever the hell they are. Elf hybrids or something...
The sun was very hot as it beat down on my face. I let out a low groan, and rolled over, face first into the sand. That got me up.
"BLEH!! Aw... Shit..." I coughed up some of the sand that had been sucked up into my mouth. I realized that I was clothed, thankfully, though I didn't know why... So I pulled up my red bandana over my face, and pulled my goggles down. The deserts are a very harsh place... I am glad I have protection built into my outfit. I squinted against the sun and looked behind me. No tracks. So that's ruled out...
My only option was to start walking.
The sun was now straight above my head. Even worse than before.
I am hungry, I am tired, I wanna go home with Daxter...
Speakin' of Daxter... I see him standing right there. I stared at him, simply staring. Damn. I remember when I first met him and thought he was such a dork, with those buck teeth and everything. Always hiding behind me or whoever happened to be strong and a good guy at the time. Usually me.
Oh... Now you're not a dork and that's a very good thing.
I sat up in the sand and smiled at 'him.'
"You have PRETTY eyes. Pretty brown eyes like... Like... Like your pretty eyes... Oooh and your hair... Like a flame." I started talking to him, not realizing it. My head hurts...
" You have very NICE arms, you know that? Those nice... Worked out and toned arms. And you are very tan. 'N your skin is so soft looking too... I want to take you into my arms and..." I started to say before...
A sudden roaring of an engine filled my sensitive hearing, disrupting me and my delusional seduction. I looked around and pulled out my gun. With a single shot straight into the air, I hoped to show whoever it was I needed help.
"JAK!!! JAK IS THAT YOU?!" a voice echoed out over the sands. "GIMMIE A PEACEMAKER BLAST! PLEASE!!"
Dax...? But you're right... I looked back at where 'he' was, and 'he' was gone. Oh. Yeah... I was trying to seduce a hallucination. I am so tired...
I switched gun modes. I raised the gun into the air with trembling hands, because I really needed a nap... And fired off one shot. The force of the blast sent me slamming into the sand. But did Mar grant me the mercy of passing out? No. I was cursed to lay sprawled out in an awkward position in the sand. I shut my eyes.
Damn you.
"Jak!!" Something suddenly blocked out the sun. I re-opened my eyes and stared at that fire-haired something.
"Daxter?" I said, and sighed wearily. "Daxter yah came... I talked to you!"
"You wandered off on me and you scared me so MUCH!" he said, and pulled me up next to him. I felt a heat not caused by the sun spread throughout my body. Damn he smelled good... "And what do you mean, you talked to me?"
"Can we go home?" I asked, changing the subject while he pulled me up into his arms. I couldn't walk anymore. I had to let him do this. Heh heh... I'm glad he's real this time.
"That's why I brought the two-seater buggy." Daxter said, and pulled me closer. "I had called a few of the Wastelanders too! You had wandered off in the night and into the desert... I couldn't leave you out there alone..."
::I would have rather walked, you know.:: I thought, as he started walking for the buggy. ::But this is... Oh-kay as well, I guess.::
As Daxter set me into the seat of the vehicle, I kept my eyes on him. He knew I was staring at him, though I was the one getting nervous because of it.
"Jak, are you still delirious or something?" he said, as he moved in front of me. That same fire in my body rekindled as I stared into his deep brown eyes. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he said.
"Six and a half." I said, then silently gasped to myself. Why was I DOING this! Oh crap, now he's gonna get all crazy-like... "I mean, heh, sorry. Sun in my eyes. That's three fingers." I said, then bit on my bandana, hoping that he wouldn't realize what I did.
"That's good." he said, and slapped me on the shoulder. "Let's get you back to the house and get some food inta yah."
"Yeah..." I said, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Daxter, I am lucky you don't come to conclusions as quickly as you used to.
"Get some rest, buddy. I'll keep ya safe." he said.
"Thanks..." I said. I turned my head to the side, but not before seeing him staring at me. The look of pure confusion on his face... I didn't like it.
We reached home and I ate and cleaned up. Daxter kept on persisting me with questions. Every time I would stare at him, he would blush, and studder, if he was speaking. Damn, boy, just spit it out if you need to. I'm pretty damn close to telling you how I feel about you as well.
One of the questions got me thinking though...
"Jak, why were you in your old battle gear...?!"
That was a good question. I had been wearing my old clothes, the ones that practically covered my whole body. If I had been going into the desert, I would have been wearing my light armor, the stuff that did cover my whole body, but wasn't as heavy! My battle gear. Damn. That was as heavy as a block of lead!
This thought ran around in my head just as the greatest Wastelander I had ever known came in my house. The one and only Sig!
"Boy, what is yer problem, goin out into the desert at night!" he said. I lightly laughed at his reaction. But the man was like the father that I never knew. So I respected him for that reason. Not only that, but he totally kicks ass too.
"Don't worry Sig. I'm back here, ain't I?" I asked. He slapped me on the back with a loud laugh.
"That's right, chilli pepper. You're back here. Don't you go out there again without the right gear. Or without lettin your bud over there. You coulda died on us." he said.
I looked over at said 'bud,' who stared right back at me with those totally confused eyes. Eyes in could and did get lost in.
"You could at least show me more gratitude..." he said in a soft voice. I stared at him, then looked away.
Sig shifted uncomfortably in the silence. "Well, I think I have to get going. I was going to go help a new outcast from the City of the South- Protectaria. I heard about that new leader, and she sounds like real psychopath." he said, and suddenly left. He tends to do that.
I stared at his retreating back. Protectaria, hm? The stories about my escapes were that I was heading to the south. Maybe something... There.., Was drawing my dark form.
I got up and ran outside.
"Jak?" Daxter called.
"In a minute." I said. "SIG!! SIG WAIT UP!!" I called, just as the burly Wastelander got on his riding lizard.
"Jak, you should be inside getting rest! Do you want me to carry you in there?" he said gruffly. I shook my head slowly.
"Sig, would you mind doing a me a favor?" I asked.
"Depends on what it is, pepper." he said.
"Eh... Could you bring the new outcasts to visit me?" I said. "If they come from the south, maybe they can tell me what's going on there. Maybe it might help me figure out why my dark form is trying to get there."
"I'll bring 'em over." he said. He turned to the lizard. "Hut hut hut!!" He commanded, and slammed one of his legs against it's side. It made a loud annoyed noise, and started to run off. I watched for a while, before Daxter came out. I looked over at him, and without realizing it, slipped my arm around his waist. He make any signs of protest... So I gently pulled him closer.
"Uh... Uh... So... What did you ask Sig?" he asked. I realized his voice had a slight studder to it.
"I asked him to bring the new outcasts here, so I could talk to them." I said, my voice totally normal and controlled.
"Jak, you can get your hand off me now. I know you can walk on your own." he suddenly said and shoved my hand off of his waist. I turned to him, and my look of confusion quickly turned to a glare.
"What was that for." I hissed.
"I... What?!" he squeaked out in confusion. I think I had scared him... Oh well. I tend to do that.
"What is your problem!?! Oh goddamnit, just give me some fucking me-time." I said, and turned away. He coughed, then walked back into the house. I turned back to the desert and crossed my arms.
What was my problem...? Why was I trying to show feelings... To Daxter of all people!
After a day of good rest, I was back out, and working on a new mission: To rebuild a suburb of Haven City. Their city had been destroyed by the warring factions, and was doused in dark eco. If I could get rid of most of the dark eco with a few light blasts, then they could rebuild their city. So here I was, my huge, majestic wings beating at the air. Man, I was ready!
I saw a white flag from below. They were ready.
"I see." I said, and nodded. Mainly to myself, of course. I concentrated, before sending a huge bluish-white blast out at the town. It wouldn't actually harm the town, only destroy the dark eco surging over it.
Later...
I was leaning against a piece of rubble, rather exhausted. I was out of my light form, of course. Daxter came up next to me. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"You look exhausted." he said, and poked me in the arm.
"I am." I said, and nodded. He sat next to me. "Daxter, what did I say about my personal space...?" I said, and gently shoved him on the arm. That didn't do anything to move him however. He simply sat there.
"You said give you lots of it. Well I'm sorry. I can't do that. These light eco missions take a lot out of you. You're pretty defenseless right now. Watch." he said. He turned around. I shut my eyes, ready for the impact. And sure as the sun rises, he shoved me to the ground. I moaned slightly at the sudden ground hitting me in the head.
"Ow you jackass." I said, and looked up at him. He stared at me.
"And I get to say it: See? I told ya so." he said., with a laugh.
"Shut up. And help me back up. And get me one of my energy packs." I said. He lifted me up and gently set me on the rubble again. I watched as he got out a small green eco orb from a pack in the side of our Dune Buggy.
"Here." he said, and held it out. I grabbed it and it was absorbed into my body.
"Yeah. Don't shove me again, damnit! That is the last time." I said, and got up. He got up as well, supporting me incase I fell."Let's just get going. Sig might be back with the outcasts today." I said, and started for the buggy, while shoving his arms off of me. "I also can walk for myself thank you very much!"
"What...? I was just tryin to help... Man, what is your problem! You used to be so nice, and that was when you couldn't talk."
"Oh that wa LOW!!" I complained. He shook his head with a laugh.
I watched him walk back to the vehicle and sit down in it. I eyed him for a moment, before going to the driver's seat, sitting down, and starting up the engine.
The dune buggy raced off.
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Announcer: In the next Chapter! Jak walks out and goes to gamble? Plus he gets some news from a very unique sorce! Find out next time in...
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