A/N: Okay, so this might be a weird story, but I had a good idea and then it just kind of wrote itself while I listened to music. Please understand that I do like Jak and Ashelin and the Precursors even though there is severe bashing of these characters in this story, if you want to put it that way. It's important to the plot that I do, so just read and maybe you'll get what I'm getting at. Anyway, with out further ado, read on and enjoy the works of my wacky mind and those geniuses over at NaughtyDog, who own all the stuff relating to Jak and Daxter.

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The Rejected
Chapter One

Drip, drip.

That sound was familiar to him. Not only the pitter patter of rain, or the extra drops of water dripping from sink taps in the Palace, or the leftover cement-like substance used to rebuild the city, or the drops of eco that fell from vents, and even blood falling from foes he'd vanquished long ago and in recent times. This time, it was the simple dripping of teardrops falling from the woman's face; he had seen her cry many, many times, but never so violently or miserably. He sensed her pain, understood what she wept for. Abandonment. Perhaps it was the only thing that he and Light and Keira and Torn had in common, that linked the four in the great plans of whoever looked over their lives. The scum had abandoned them.

Great hero, indeed. Silently, Dark Jak cursed the once-beloved Mar that had been called Jak.

It had been three years since Jak had left the tiny planet on which Spargus and Haven City were located. He'd taken the Daxter and Tess with him, and Ashelin as well, to "explore the universe" with the great Precursors. And Jak, not wanting any more interference in his life, in his mind, had asked the Precursors just one thing: "Take the monsters away!"

And so the Ottsel Leader had. With a wrenching pain, Dark Jak and Light Jak were torn from his very being, his mind, and his soul. Jak had taken away from himself the two things that made him himself. Not that it could be helped; Jak didn't care. Just like he didn't care about Keira anymore just as Ashelin cared not for Torn. The Precursors had done something to Jak that ruined him for life.

Dark watched Keira sobbing hysterically. Her birthday was today. She'd be leaving her teen years, and entering her twenties. She wanted to move out of her old apartment by the newly constructed Damas Memorial Stadium (named for the dead Wastelander) and to a nicer area "by the sea". Sig told her that transport would be provided to Spargus and she could live out her life there.

Dark had agreed to help her pack her things, and decided to go with her to Spargus. He had nowhere to go; the citizens of Haven City ran from him wherever he walked. Keira had been rummaging around by her dresser and found a picture of Jak. The bastard.

Dark had been in a different room, and was shocked when he detected a screech from Keira's bedroom, followed by hysterical sobs. He'd rushed to her room, to find Torn already trying to comfort her. And so now he was observing the scene in front of him.

"I j-just don't want t-to stay here anymore, there are too m-many memories!" Keira wailed, with her cheeks drenched. Torn patted her shoulder and mumbled something about cursing the blood of Mar.

Dark sighed, and shook his head.

'What happened, Keira?' he asked telepathically. He received no response, just a jumble of hateful and miserable thoughts. Dark shook his head and began packaging some bedding on the side of the bed. He spotted the picture Keira had been holding and shredded it to pieces with his claws.

A few hours later, Keira felt a bit better, and the last cardboard box piled into the Hover Bus. He and Keira rode in a Hell Cat to the Wasteland, where a Wastelander picked them up in a dune buggy. The ride was short and sandy; a sandstorm approached.
Once inside the city and in the throne room, Sig smiled with pity at the broken soul standing before him. She had dark circles around her eyes, and her face was red; she'd probably been crying again.

Sig's eyes swept to the other, who he'd really only heard about and seen from time to time. Dark Jak was a vicious monstrosity and a dangerous foe, but, as it turned out, an extremely loyal companion as well. After Jak left, the monster had given in, its hardcore, vicious nature mellowed by the warmth of companionship from a few select, kind people: namely Keira, Torn, Seem, and, of course, Light Jak.

"Welcome to Spargus, cherries. Seem should be around to help you get settled. The house is right by the beach, Keira," Sig stated, happy to see Keira grinning for the first time in a while. Dark Jak nodded.

'And the luggage? Has it arrived?'

Sig nearly jumped at the voice in his head, but told himself it was only Dark Jak… in his head… he was scared beyond all reasoning, but he wouldn't let Dark Jak know that.

"It has already been delivered down by the house," Sig responded.

Sig heard a mental, 'King of Spargus be praised' from Dark Jak, and then the two departed.

Poor chili peppers. Hope the ocean does them good.

'Oh, it will.'

Sig jumped again, yelping this time.

Don't do that!

But Dark Jak's voice had already gone.

A/N: So, what'd ya think? Does it have potential for a good story? Is Dark Jak too OOC? Just asking. Oh yeah, just for the people it applies to: I'm most likely taking down Survivor: Spargus simply because I can't juggle so many stories at once. Ghost Train is probably gone as well. Anyways, cherrio, and be sure to review if you want to... It would be very much appreciated. ;)