How It Will Happen
By Tione
A/N: This particular story has been in the works for a very long time! More yummy slash to take over the world. XD Anyway…
Pre Jak 3
Jak P.O.V.
I know exactly how it will go.
When we sit down to catch up in the old Underground headquarters, long ago abandoned, he'll smile at me mischievously and pull out a bottle or two of strong liquor. I'll gladly take some and we'll start to reminisce about the old days.
He'll start talking about our adventures together and how he defeated those dark eco freaks whose names I don't quite remember nor want to and how we stuck it to the metal head leader, he never stood a chance, remember? Of course, Daxter will exaggerate and I won't have the heart to correct him.
I'll start to think about how hot he looks with his face flushed from his animated talking. I will be feeling brave that day and I will lean over the table and kiss him softly on the lips.
Daxter will gasp and look at me, confused. Then I will whisper, "I love you." A disgusted look will cross his face and he will leave the room. I will get Christmas and Birthday cards from him – when he remembers – but the only time I will see him is occasionally on the street. He might wave, if he is with a girl, but if he is alone, he will ignore me. Pretend he doesn't know me. That is how it will happen.
The day comes when I receive a note scrawled in his messy handwriting. It's hastily written. He wants to meet with me soon – tomorrow in fact. I steel myself against his disgust, building up barrier after barrier. Weak barrier after weak barrier. They will be torn down with one look from him.
I know this and yet I continue to try to build them.
The time comes sooner than I expected. When I enter the grungy building, he is already there, practically bouncing in his chair.
"Jak, buddy, it's been so long since I've seen you!" he enthused. "Come, sit, I've got a bit of a surprise…" he trailed off mysteriously. Just as expected, he pulled two bottles of strong liquor out of nowhere and set them on the table.
"Good brand," I commented offhandedly.
"Of course!" he shouted. "Now drink up and let's get to talking." He poured two very large glasses and passed one to me. I gulped down half before settling in to listen. I needed to be very drunk to do what I was going to do.
"So, buddy, how're you doing?"
"Fine."
"That's good…"
An awkward silence ran rampant. He shifted uncomfortably as I poured myself another glass. Every so often, he opened his mouth as to speak but thought better of it.
Finally, he turned fully towards me. "What I have to say… is going to be hard to listen to. I didn't call you here to reminisce about the old times." He paused and a nostalgic smile graced his features. "We've been friends forever, through thick and thin and I guess what I want to say is… well, I'm really fond of you," he finished.
Thoughts raced through my mind at a hundred miles per minute. I didn't dare hope that meant what I thought it meant. It couldn't be. Never.
He allowed his head to fall forward and hit the table with a clunk. "God, that came out all wrong." He smacked his head against the table a few times for good measure. "What I was really trying to say was… I like you. Really like you a lot."
And all the pathetic walls I put up fell with one swoop.
"I really like you too," I replied softly. His head shot up.
Slowly, I leaned across the table. He met me in the middle. And as our lips meshed and hands tangled in hair, my glass of liquor fell over.
Somehow, I didn't care.
Arf! I just can't seem to make myself write a decent slash fic. It all turns into chaste romance. Where is the passion that burned before? Meh… Thanks for doing that certain thing.