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.
Megan: Well, here we go. It's the flashback chapter. You gotta have one of these to understand what went on 'behind the scenes' to get these two together. I was looking over this chapter while playing Jak II... Well, not playing, just letting Jak stand there and see what he does. It was in Haven Forest because I like that music. So I see random little things... Like Daxter falling asleep on Jak's head and then Jak smacking him in the face... Jak going nearly dark and THAT made my day...
Skystrike: Let's just thank the reviewers.
Megan: Shut up. I was talking here.
And to you, the reviewers!
To Demyrie: My one loyal reviewer. Thank you! Yes, that part was meant for laughs. If they were more main characters, like you would get to see them in a more important cut scene... Yeah. That scene would have been longer. Jinx is supposed to be back in Jak 3! dances YAY! Anyways... You wonder why there isn't anything going on yet? Jak is too crazy to admit it and Dax is too thickheaded to realize it.
To Cedahlia: Yes, you are my friend that I nagged to read this. Well, another big YAY! for you. You will play the game. holds out watch on long chain You will play the game!
To Shark: There is much in store for our blond/green haired hero... Much much in store.
I now stood in front of my home.
I rested my hand on the doorknob. For a moment I paused looking up at the sky. Morning was coming soon... It was dusk, I think. God I was out late... I opened the door.
"Daxter? I'm back." I called. There was no answer. "Dax are you here?"
I walked back into the living area and found him standing in front of the window, staring out the window. Apparently there was something fascinating out there... To him at least. I snuck up behind him, being as quiet as I could.
"YAAAAAAH!!" I screamed, as I jumped on the unsuspecting window watcher, knocking him, and myself, clear out of the window. He screamed out of pure terror, apparently. It made me laugh.
"GOD DAMNIT!!" he yelled at me, realizing I was friend, not foe.
"HI!" I grinned widely, and waved.
"Somebody's in a good mood. Are you feeling better? And where did you go anyways." he stated, before shoving me onto the ground and sitting up.
"Well, first I went out to Spargus and played cards with the demolitionists. And I lost. Then I got advice from Mog, of all people, to go and visit Onin. So I did." I said. "And yes, for some reason, I am in a good mood. Oh, and good news! Today at sundown, Sig's coming back with those two outcasts... Maybe then we'll find out why my dark form is more insane than ever!"
He stared at me, his look, one of pure and utter confusion. "Ooooo... Kay..." He said. I nodded.
"How about we race. I like race. Race good. Race." I said, taking out my money and brandishing it in his face. "We bet! Bet."
"..." Daxter sighed. "We share everything in this house, bright one. Including money."
"Oh... Yeah." I said, lowering the brandishing hand. "I knew that." He outright laughed at me (which I strangely didn't mind...). "Really, I did!"
Maybe me acting stupid put him in a better mood. I know I wouldn't be too happy if I was minding my own business and then was suddenly tackled by my friend.
Soon we were both outside, on our own desert racing bikes [A/N: They look like mountain bikes of sorts...]. I like racing. The wind in my hair, the sand blasting behind me, the desert an endless racetrack, as long as you stay clear of known Marauder hideouts. The sun had just started to rise as I motioned for us to take a break so the racer engines wouldn't overheat.
I slowed down and came to a stop, Daxter stopping a bit after me.
"Can we wait a minute? I think I have sand in my teeth." Daxter said, pulling down his orange bandana and picking at something in his mouth.
"HA HA! Stupid. Did you have your bandana up far enough?" I said, while laughing stupidly.
"I think so... Jak fix it." he said, took it off, and shoved it in my face.
"Ah... Okay then. But why can't you fix it yourself, you lazy bum you!" I said. He sat in front of me. He took off his goggles. I reached in front of him, and set the top half of the bandana across his forehead, then put the rest across his face. I stared at him some more, suddenly feeling very, very hot inside. He nodded.
"That's perfect. Whoo. The sun is bright when it rises." he said, and flopped down onto the sand. I followed suit, laying next to him and staring at the cloudless sky.
"Makes me wonder why we came out here."
"Because somebody was Mr. Happy Hyper and wanted to race. I didn't want to say no, because I thought you would go dark and bite my head off."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
We were both quiet for a few moments before...
"Sand makes me think of when we first met." Daxter said. I looked over at him.
"Why must you be so random." I said, shoving him in the arm. "I wanna take a nap. The sand that makes you think of when we first met is all nice and warm..."
"I'll watch out for any Marauders or Wasteland Metal heads. I'm not that tired. I actually SLEPT while you were out gambling." he said. I yawned... Soon I was overtaken by strange... Memories in the form of dreams.
It was a sunny day on the beach. I was sitting on the near edge of where the waves broke. I had been building a sandcastle, but it's hard for a five year old to build it alone. My ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. I looked over and saw Samos leading a small red haired boy. Or trying to, at least. The kid was hiding behind the sage. Ha ha... He looked a bit stupid... Cuz he had two big buck teeth. I snickered silently to myself.
"Jak, the blue eco sage said he had found this kid outside of his hut during one of the many rainstorms they have. The kid told him he doesn't know where his parents are. I thought you might need a playmate, or something. So have fun. I must get back to my studies." The old, slightly green sage said. I stared at him for a few moments. "Oh," he said to the child. "Jak does not talk. I don't know why though... You learn to understand what he means with his motions."
I stared at Samos some more, before he left, leaving the kid. I looked at him. I wondered why he was shaking. It's not like the Sand Dragons were out, they are only out in the morning. It's evening now.
"Uh... Uh... Hi...?" he said in a tiny voice. I waved my response. I had always wondered why everybody BUT me could talk. What a stupid problem.
"My... My name's Daxter." he said. "That... Old guy said your name was Jak, right?"
I nodded.
"Uh... Uh... Uh... Why can't you talk?" he said, and sat next to me.
I shrugged.
"I don't have parents..." He said suddenly, looking down at the ground. "I don't know if they left me or what..."
I stared at him. Why was he telling me this? But I was listening anyway.
"I... I... I don't have any friends or nothing. Well, d'ya wanna be my friend?" he suddenly asked.
I stared at him for a moment, before nodding.
"Y... Yes?" he said. I nodded again. "Oh wow! Wow! You're my first friend... Ever."
A smile crossed my face. I felt I had done something very good.
A few years later
"Hey Keira! How's that Zoomer going!" Daxter asked, as we walked up to the workshop of the daughter of Samos, Keira. He had gotten older, as did I. While I had gotten much taller, Dax had only grown a little bit. I had always made fun of him by leaning on his head, which I started doing right now. He grumbled, but it's not like he could do anything. He always looked to me for protection, and if he made me mad, there goes his living shield!
"I need somebody to test drive it over the water. Daddy won't let me drive it over the water. He's afraid that I'll get eaten by a lurker fish." she said. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Daddy did say you would do it. Daxter, do you want to go along?" she asked.
"Err... Uh... JAK?!" he said, and pulled on my arm. I jerked my head towards the Zoomer, saying I wanted to him to come along. "Do I have to?!" I nodded, and pulled him over next to me. I pointed at the Zoomer. "Oh fine... I guess." I clapped happily.
"Okay Jak. I want you to go around, not land on, AROUND Misty Island!" Keira said, as I climbed on. I waved at her and nodded. Daxter climbed up behind me and looped his arms around my waist in a vice-like grip.
"Jak if you kill me, I'm gonna kill you too!" he squeaked, as I started up the Zoomer's engine. It shot off. Daxter screamed at the top of his lungs as we skimmed over the surface of the water, kicking up a fine mist. Dax pulled himself up closer to me. I didn't mind. At the moment. I took one hand off of the handlebars and patted him on the hand.
"NO!!!!!!!!! DON'T TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF THE STEERING-THINGIE!" Dax screamed at me. I silently laughed, and put my hand back on the handlebar. Daxter let out a sigh of relief, but didn't loosen his grip up on me. I slowed the zoomer when we were behind Misty Island.
"What, why are we slowing? Why are we stopped?" Dax asked. I looked back at him and lay one finger across his lips, shushing him. We landed on the beach. Daxter decided that he needed to cling to me even more.
"Jak, we're not supposed to be here! Ol' Greeny said that this is where Lurkers spawn!" he said. "What if we meet up with one!"
I shook my head and pointed at a path. It led right up to the top of Misty Island. We started walking up to the top. Daxter continued to cling to me. When we reached the top, I reached down and drew a scroll in the ground.
"A scroll?" Dax asked. I then pointed at Samos' hut. "Oh I get it! You read Samos' scrolls about Misty Island. What did you find?"
I started walking, and motioned for him to follow. We came up to a dead tree. I crossed my arms and nodded, while staring at it in satisfaction.
"This? It's a dead tree. Wonderful." Daxter said, and sighed. "We snuck onto Misty island to look at a dead tree."
I reached into my tunic and pulled out a small container and held it up for him to see.
"What's that? Did you take that from Samos too?" he asked. I nodded, and opened it up. It shone with the light of green eco. I dumped it over the roots of the tree. Within instants, the tree was brought back to life in an explosion of green light. I smiled proud of my accomplishment.
"Oh wow..." Dax said, with a gasp of awe.
I pointed at the tree, on which a huge flower started to bloom. When it was fully bloomed, I grabbed it off of the tree. It was the first bloom. I stared at it for a moment, then held it out for Daxter. He took it in confusion.
"So why did you give that to me?" he said. I shrugged. Then I started walking back down to the Zoomer.
"Hey! Jak, wait up for me!!" Daxter said, and ran after me. When we climbed on the zoomer, I noticed that Dax's grip wasn't as scared anymore, as he looped his arms around my waist.
Many, plus at least two years later
Metal Kor was dead. I had sent my younger self back into the past where he would be safe from harm. Everybody had something to do. Daxter had taken over Krew's old place, the Hip Hog Saloon. Ashelin had taken over her deceased father's job and was trying to rule over Haven City. Yes... Everybody had something to do... But me. I couldn't go outside without a citizen staring at me, and then turning and nearly running in the opposite direction.
God what I would have given for a little more time with my younger self. He... Er... I wouldn't have judge me... I only had a few places to go where people wouldn't run away from me. And at the moment, I was in a hovercar and heading for one of those places.
It was still early in the morning. Not many people were out in the harbor as I landed my vehicle in front of the newly remodeled bar Daxter had taken over, and re named it the 'Naughty Ottsel.' I walked in the back way and sat at a table and slammed my head against said object.
"WHO'S DOWN THERE." A voice yelled. A deep, gruff voice at that.
"It's just me Sig." I yelled back not raising my head. I knew he was boarding in the back of the bar, because he had nowhere else to go at the moment. Like I was staying in the old Underground hideout.
"Jak? What are you doing here this early." he asked, coming out front and sitting on the opposite side of the table.
"My life sucks." I stated. Before he could say anything else, I heard a loud whine.
"Jaaaaaaaak... Why are you here so eaaaarrly... I was sleeeeeeping." Followed by Daxter appearing from behind the bar and staggering over to the table. Sig stared at him, before lifting him onto the table. I lifted my head up and stared at him as well.
"The bar was busy last night, and he was busy drinking as well." Sig explained, as Daxter hiccuped, and fell onto my lap.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"I am BETTER than okay. I am hic SUPER okay." he laughed, before looking worse off than he just was. I set him back on my lap. He tried to get up and go who knows where, but I shoved him back down and held him down.
"No. You stay." I demanded of him. I felt him start shaking, and wondered if I had scared him. Subconsciously, I started to rub his back, which strangely, stopped his shaking.
"Your life sucks too, huh? For everybody who doesn't have government type power, they don't have any power what-so-ever." Sig said. "And for somebody like you... Well, you got the short end of the stick, huh?"
"Yeah." I said, and put my head back on the table. I stared at Daxter, whose fur was very thin and messy looking. More than usual, at least.
"Do you know what's up with Dax?" I asked, not raising my head, and continuing to pet my Ottsel friend.
"Dunno. He's been up and down." Sig said.
"I'm gonna take him back to his room." I said, and stood up. "He needs a good nap, and not a booze induced one."
"Good idea. Hey, maybe later, you and me go out to the pumping station and take out some of the remaining metal heads?" he asked.
"Sure. I'll be back down and locked and loaded." I said, and climbed up the dark stairwell to Daxter's room. It sure was big, for some odd reason, and... Mostly everything was bright orange. Well, orange was his signature color. I spotted the small bed built into the wall where he slept.
"Hey, you gotta learn." I said, as I placed him in his bed. He was still shaking slightly. "Animals can get drunk, but one of your size has almost no alcohol tolerance." I muttered, still rubbing his back. "I don't want you to get hurt..."
"Jak?"
"No, calm down... Get some sleep."
"Jak!"
I opened my eyes. Daxter was nearly nose to nose with me.
"Weren't those outcasts coming at sundown?" he asked, his blue eyes getting wide.
"Yeah..." I said.
"It's nearly sundown." he stated, moving so I could sit up and stare at the now hazy sky.
"That it is. Let's get going back, then." I said.
We both got up and started for our racers. Dax got on his and tried to start it. I watched him for a moment, and started mine, which started perfectly. His, however, was sputtering.
"Jak, it's dying on me." he said, as he got up and kicked it.
"Well that ain't gonna help." I said. "Tell a wastelander it's coordinates and you can ride home on mine."
"Oh-kay." he said, and took out a com-link. A Wastelander scout was informed and soon Daxter was sitting second seat on my racer. He stared over my shoulder and waited. I stared back at him.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.
"Uh..." he said.
"Your bandana." I said, pointing at my own that I had pulled up when I sat down. "You were the one complaining about sand in your teeth."
"Oh. Shut up Jak." he said, as I laughed. I started up the racer and we shot off. There was a long period of no talking, just the rushing of the wind past my ears. [A/N: How could the wind miss his ears! Hee hee... Sorry.]
"We're almost there." I said breaking the peaceful silence, and looked at the dot in the distance that was increasing in size as we decreased the distance to it.
"Jak, can you make dinner? I haven't had your Country Fried Kenken (That's them for CHICKEN!) dish for a long time!" Daxter tugged on my arm with every word he asked.
"It's morning! We'd be having that for breakfast!!!" I said.
"PLEASE?!?! Don't make me bring out the puppy eyes. I know that works on you too. That's how I got you to start working on your missions." he said.
I winced. No... He will make me feel even more guilty...
"Fine. Do we gots all the stuffs?" I said with a sigh. He let out a loud cheer.
"I think so." he said. "YAY!!!"
We finally reached home. The whole way home, Daxter had to describe how good my cooking was, and how much he loved my cooking. He had to tell me everything that I cooked, and the best part of each meal.
"I am going to take a shower." Dax said.
"You do that. Dinner should be on the table in a bit." I said, and turned to the kitchen. Pulling out a slab of meat and a sharpened knife, I started cutting. My mind, however, was still on the object of my newly found desire- Daxter. Of course, I was aware enough to continue making dinner, as I breaded the meat, but goddamnit...
The sound of a shower running filled my ears. I twitched at the sudden rush of thoughts that came through my head. I growled for two reasons. One: The thoughts were good... Two: Why was my brain even having these thoughts!?
:: Maybe that's it. :: I thought, as I filled a pan with oil and brought the heat up on it. :: This has to be lust. ::
"I am out! How is that food coming? I am staring." I looked up and nearly started drooling.
There was... In towel... Falling towel... Nice arms... Nice chest... Chiseled... Muwah.
"Jak? Mission control calling Jak? Your food is burning." he said, waving his hand in front of my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah... Derrrrrrrrrr." I said, and turned quickly back to the pan. I flipped the chunks around so they wouldn't burn.
"Jak are you sick? You've been acting funny lately. And when we were riding back on the racer, you seemed kinda hot. You can tell me if you're sick." he said.
I had to regain my composure. How could I, of all people, turn into a pile of MUSH by just looking at one person. If it were a model, maybe yes. But no. This was my best friend. My best friend who was a GUY!!!!! ARGH!! I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"So, you tryin to catch up to me?" I said, and nodded at him.
"Uh... Hee hee..." he giggled, and blushed. "I didn't... I've been doing different missions like you have. I guess that's made me... You know."
"Good for you. I guess hauling around the level three Vulcan gave you a good workout..." I said, turning back to my dish in the works. I laughed nervously to myself. Damnit. I can't believe I nearly broke my composure. I'll have to work on that.
After letting the food cook, I served it up onto a couple of plates. I noticed that Dax had put come clothes on [Thank Mar]. He was wearing his very light casual clothes in his favorite colors- orange and white, which said that he didn't want to go out today. That was fine with me.
"Almost done. You put the finishing touches on the food. I'm gonna get into my casual clothes. These are all nasty." I said. He nodded a few times.
I walked back to my room and flopped on the bed. Goddamnit! GODDAMNIT! Goddamnit goddamnit goddamnit goddamnit goddamnit GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I changed, I threw my clothes on the ground and stomped on them. I swear... My maturity level has evolved to be that of a five year old GIRL!
I grabbed a blue tunic much like the one I had as a kid. Excluding the shoulder armor [In fact, I never even wear those anymore...], the ring and leather shoulder straps. I stretched and scratched at my arm. I walked back into the kitchen and sat at my place.
"Can I eat now?" Daxter asked in a whiny voice, gripping his fork tightly, nearly bending it.
"Yes! I didn't say you had to wait! I asked you to put the final touches on the food." I laughed.
"Oh. Well... I was trying to be nice... And wait for you." he said.
"Ah. That's nice. Thanks." I said.
We both started eating. After our plates were cleaned, and soon, the kitchen and dishes themselves, Daxter declared that he now wanted to bet. So we played poker. For about thirty so minutes before we got into an argument about if I was cheating.
Me? Cheat? Why would I cheat!
There was a knock on the front door that disrupted our little argument. I was standing on my chair, waving a blaster ammo cartridge at Daxter, who was retorting with a long stick that would usually have a Peacemaker attachment on it, but the attachment had fallen off, and now it was just... A stick he hit stuff with.
"It's the two outcasts!" Dax said, lowering his hitting stick. I dropped the blaster cartridge and stared at the door. I was having a bit of fun arguing...
"Oh. So... Okay... Let's get them inside...." I said. "See what they got to say."
Megan: So there. The flashback chapter.
Skystrike: And those three bits are just the tip of the iceberg in what makes Jak go crazy for Daxter. Just the tip.
Megan: And we needed just ONE more reviewer. Four. Like the four... Bits... That make up light Jak's wings. I should have told you last time... Well now you know. So there.
Skystrike: Well... Here he comes.
Announcer: Next time! The outcasts come into Jak and Daxter's lives with a bang. And they seem really familiar... Find out why!
Megan: I want FOUR reviews. At least. Maybe more. More is good.