A/N: Yes, this is an OC story of sorts. Most of us don't like OC stories, mainly because they don't follow a plot and well, are Mary Sues. But this story is different. OCs here don't act like crazy otakus.

Oh yes, I'm an Ashelin basher. But I won't terribly hate her too much. I just think she likes to be the center of attention always.

If you DO NOT like this story, but feel you have input for spelling errors and CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM, please feel free to comment. If you comment with stupid comments such as, "This is a dumb story I hate it." Then don't even bother. Some of us like to have fun and this is the point of a fan fic. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jak, or any other characters such as Ashelin, Keira, Tess, Torn, Daxter, Sig, Jinx or anyone else. I wish I did... only because the ending to Jak III SUCKED

Pairings/characters involved:

Daxter/Tess (Aww 3), Slight Jak/Ashelin (Bashes) which will switch over to confusions of Jak/Keira, then Jak/OC, which will then switch back over to Jak/Keira, only because well, they belong together. Ashelin trying to get with Torn, yet only pissing Torn off. Jinx, Sig/Seem? Perhaps more

Title: Eco Rumble

Rating: M+

Warnings: None really, lots of heavy cursing of course... destruction, bombs... violence and death. Ah yes, romance & love scenes, but not full lemons... for those go to one: Dreams of horrible memories

It was one of those nights, the kind that made Jak wish he never slept at night, the kind that made his mind scream for him to wake up and the kind that DID wake him up... yet in the frame of a horrible monster.

"No..." He tossed, clenching his teeth, squeezing his eyes. Damn the Precursors, why couldn't he just wake up? Why was this real again? Would it ever leave? "ARRGH!" Jak sat up, panting, and covered in sweat, and breathing hard. He could feel Dark Jak wanting to escape, wanting to slip out. Looking at his hands, he saw the claws, but Light Jak inside of him shoved the dark thoughts aside and soothed his mind. What a headache. It was the fourth dream that week he had of that horrible place, of those horrible things... of the horrible experiments. A knock at his door made him jump.

"Jak?" It was Ashelin. Jak really had no time for her, he didn't even know why he had ruined something completely beautiful he had with Keira, just for some stupid feelings that crushed him even more.

"What?" He half snarled. He really didn't mean to, yet frustrated with Ashelin lately was really setting him off. Perhaps he should have taken Torn's advice in the beginning.

"Are you okay?" She whispered in a low tone. "May I come in?" Outside the door she fidgeted. She knew how hurt Jak was, how tortured he was in both physical state and mind. Banishing him to the Wastelands only made it worse and her moves only made him push over the edge more. How he acted in the desert, she knew he was still pissed off that she could do nothing to help him before he was banished. Her eyes narrowed. No, he SHOULD be grateful... he would have never found his father perhaps, if it hadn't been for her. NO ONE would have found him if it wasn't for her. Gritting her teeth, she reached for the button to the door and pressed it. The door slid open allowing a whoosh of warm air into the chilly room. Jak was glowing slightly. She could tell his transformations were conflicting with each other. Dark Jak sent out heat, while Light Jak was so cool to the touch. She often wondered what it would be like to feel those wings of his, how they looked like ice to her.

"Why bother asking when you can just barge in?" Jak hissed her way. Looking over to his orange ottsel friend, the creature seemed fast asleep. Jak knew differently, but left it at that. Daxter could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but other times he was smart and kept his mouth shut.

"I'm... sorry, I didn't..." She sighed and stood in the room, arms folded. Sometimes Jak was as cold as Torn was.

"I'm sorry... I'm just in a bad mood." He stood up and she blushed. With the night sweats that Jak had, he didn't wear much to sleep, boxers perhaps and Ashelin's eyes followed the lines of Jak's carved chest. It was an awkward moment, but she could see Jak getting dressed.

"Where are you going?" She asked curiously, but he didn't respond at first. The ottsel across the room peeked an eye open, the quickly shut it.

"Out for a while. I need to think... I need to clear my head." The green-blonde responded. He was now looking towards his armor, something he rarely went out without, but figured with the Metal-Heads gone and the higher part of the city safe, there wasn't much use for the extra weight. Turning, he noticed Ashelin trying to step closer. She was nearly his height, but he could still look down at her, especially when he wore boots and she was barefoot. Where were the feelings? There were none. Yet, she reached a slender hand to his cheek and kissed him. The 'sleeping' ottsel cringed and silently turned over. Jak could sense Daxter's disgust in the whole matter, yet could feel himself being pushed back to his bed. Sitting, his mind spinning, Ashelin continued onto his neck. "Ashe..." He managed to speak, slightly irritated and mostly annoyed by the whole matter. He could feel his anger growing and pushed her back. "It's not going to work." He eyed her down and she turned her head. Glaring at him for a few moments, she backed out of the room and shut the door, wrapping her arms around herself and retreating to an area for her own thoughts to collect.

"Bastard."

With Ashelin gone, Jak turned to Daxter. "I know you're awake." His voice was slightly gruff, but welcoming to his furry friend. Daxter opened one eye, then the other and uncurled himself from the foot of Jak's bed. He had his own bed, but he knew Jak felt comforted during a nightmare if Dax was close, they were best friends after all. Jak sighed and lay back on his bed, rubbing his eyes. "Fourth time this week..." He muttered and sighed again.

Dax stood now, walking over to Jak and standing on his chest. "Ashelin or the dreams Jak?"

Jak opened one eye to Daxter. "Both I suppose..." He looked to his ceiling. "Torn was right about her..."

Daxter turned into his normal chatty, big mouthed self. Jak loved him sometimes for it. "Oh Ashelin! She disgusts me! Why do you let her do that to you? I was about to 'wake up'-" Daxter made quotation fingers as he talked. "and tell her to knock it off. I can't even see how Torn gets along with her..."

Jak chuckled. "He doesn't... you should hear the things he says about her. Strictly business... although he did say something along the lines that she wanted to 'get busy'." He shook his head and Daxter's eyes almost popped from their sockets.

"She really needs to sort herself out, who's next... Jinx?" The ottsel spat but Jak just snickered.

"Ah well..." He started, then sat up. "How about a jog or a snack?" He smiled towards his friend. Daxter smirked.

"You jog... I'll snack!" The door opened and Dax hopped onto Jak's shoulder, the two heading downstairs. The orange ottsel leapt from his shoulder, snatching a doughnut, then leapt back on as Jak headed out the door.

A/N: So what do you think? Reviews are kindly accepted

Torn: I told you she was trouble...

Jak: It wasn't MY fault!

Torn: Yes it was... EVERYTHING is your fault...

Jak: NO IT'S NOT! It's HER fault! points to author

Feral: ME? WHY ME? You guys are characters! You NEED stories! Besides... I was the one who made you push her away!

Jak: growl you also made her kiss me!

Torn: snicker

Feral: Ugh... shut up and go to chapter two...