Alright, so this just sorta popped up into my mind a few minutes ago, and I'll just be making stuff up as I go. It's a Torn/Jak fic, and it should be… Pretty interesting. ;

Oh, one more thing. This fic is a combination of Jak 2 and Jak 3. Also a few things will be changed… Like Damas's death… Poor Damas.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Jak and Daxter series… Naughty Dog's lawyers won't let me.

Torn's Little Problem

Chapter 1: Torn's "Little" Problem, Jak's Confusion

We all know about Torn. He's that renegade ex-KG officer with a face decorated with tattoos and a voice that made him sound like he had a bad case of laryngitis, not to mention his personality, which gave almost everyone the impression that he had a very large stick jammed up his rear exit.

But what we don't know about him is that he has this little problem. Well, ok, it's not exactly a little problem—more like a medium sized one. Oh, who the hell am I kidding, his problem is HUGE!

You see, the root of his problem had a name; Jak.

You know—the blonde elf with the little annoying orange ottsel that constantly rode around on his shoulder making smart-ass and perverted comments. The blonde, blue-eyed, extremely well-toned elf who tended to get a bit… trigger-happy. Jak, the guy who was locked up in a prison for two years, given extremely torturous and painful Dark Eco treatments, which left him with some sort of evil, sadistic split personality-type thing.

And now I'm sure you're wondering, why the hell is Jak a problem to Torn?

Well it's several things, really. His body for one.

Now, all of us Jak-fans know that Jak has an EXTRODINARILY attractive body. Those muscles are enough to drive any sane girl up the wall.

But strangely, Torn found that he was having the exact same problems as the average Jak-fangirl.

You see, it all started last week…

FLASHBACK TIME!

Torn was not having a good day. For one thing, his best fighter (Jak) had been wounded while he was out on a mission, meaning that he'd be out of action for a few days to recover. And that meant that the rat (Daxter) would be hanging around ALL day, and ALL night.

Once Torn realized this, he couldn't help but insult said ottsel (I would tell you what the insult was, but if I did it'd turn this fic into an M-rating). So Daxter, in revenge, decided to relieve himself on the second-in-commands many maps that he had lieing around.

It was bold.

It was daring.

It was gross.

But it sure as hell got the job done.

And, unfortunately, it also ruined the maps. Which was bad for the Underground, because those maps showed every single tunnel that led to various important rooms in the Palace, rooms that could give Underground fighters very good positions to assassinate a certain Baron from Hell.

However, nothing make's a person feel better more than a nice hot shower. With that in mind, the tattooed elf made his way to the showers, determined to spend the rest of the day soaking in a bunch of hot water.

As he shuffled down the hall, he failed to hear the noises of another elf bathing himself. And he didn't realize some one was already in the showers till he opened the door…

And saw Jak—ALL of Jak. A lot more of Jak than he ever thought he'd see.

And suddenly, as his eyes gazed at the well toned, bandaged back of the blonde (complete with water droplets that were gliding down between his shoulder blades, which just kept sliding lower and lower and lower…), Torn didn't feel like he needed a hot shower anymore.

Oh, no.

Now he needed a very, VERY cold shower.

It took a while for Jak to notice that he was not alone. He turned around—exposing his lower region, which made Torn's, ah, condition even worse, and spotted the dread-locked, frozen elf.

The blonde's eyes widened slightly, mostly in surprised shock.

However, just as he muttered "Torn…", the ex-second-in-command had run right out the door, now determined to do something—ANYTHING—to get rid of his… Uh, "friend" that had decided to "pop up" (literally) and let itself be known.

END OF FLASHBACK

So you see, ever since that little… Er, "incident," Torn hadn't been able to look Jak in the face.

The Tattooed Wonder knew his limits. And when it came to Jak, those limits were very… short. Lately, just LOOKING at the blonde almost made the tattooed elf loose all of his self-control. His self-control was the only thing that was keeping him from jumping onto Jak and doing… Very intimate things with him.

What was he going to do now? Mission opportunities had been popping up less and less, leaving Jak to just hang around the Underground with Daxter. Usually, they'd talk, or they'd sleep. Sometimes, they'd play a game or two of 'Go Fish.'

But lately, Daxter had taken to going out and visiting a certain blonde bartender at the Hip Hog Heaven, leaving Jak ALL alone… With a certain lonely, lust-filled, tattooed elf named Torn…

Yeah, I know, that's a recipe for disaster.

But let's forget about King Laryngitis for a few moments so we can focus on the hot blonde elf with the evil split personality. How did Jak feel about the incident?

Simple; he thought it was an accident. That's all. Jak figured that Torn had walked in on him by accident, and was now either very embarrassed, or very disgusted, heck, maybe both. In a way, it kind of made the blonde feel bad. In another… Well, he just didn't care. He didn't want it to ever happen again, but it was just an accident.

Nothing more, nothing less.

However, lately, things had been… Well, a bit strange. Ok, things had been very strange. Torn seemed to be distancing himself from Jak.

At first, Jak was confused. He and Torn had started to become friends. Well, not exactly friends, but more like acquaintances… Friendly acquaintances.

Then the blonde figured it was probably because the Tattooed Wonder had walked in on him in the showers. Jak figured that the tattooed elf would get over it in about a week, and everything would go back to normal.

But then, about five days after the "incident," Jak noticed that whenever he thought the blonde couldn't see him, Torn would watch him—no, STARE at him. He'd never say anything, he'd just sit and STARE with those ice-blue eyes of his… Never blinking… Never moving… Just STARING.

To say the least, it REALLY creeped Jak out. You do not stare at a person (elf or not) for minutes on end. It's rude.

Once, when Jak caught Torn staring at him for the fifth time that day, Jak snapped his head up and looked Torn in the eye.

And let me tell you, he did NOT like the way Torn's usually bright eyes were dark. He didn't like the hungry look in the older elf's eyes. Hell, he didn't like that creepy glint he had. Jak didn't like any of that at all.

Unbeknownst to the blonde, there'd soon be a lot of things happening to him (courtesy of Torn) that he wouldn't like even more than those damn creepy eyes.

Poor Jak…

Alright, first chapter. I'm sorry if it doesn't really make any sense at some parts, but I'm high right now off of coke and chocolate doughnuts. Review and tell me what ya think! No flames please.

Kitty