A/N - So, this chapter aren't very long, but I wanted to post sooner this time and I've still got a lot of homework (even though I have a week-long holiday right now). Hmmm, were chapter 5 not very good or have I just lost a lot of reviewers because of my late update last time? PLEASE review, people, otherwise I start thinking nobody likes the story and then I don't continue it or lose my engagement (or whatever it's called) in the story. :( Wouldn't that be just a little sad? Therefore please do leave a review, even if it is a flame.

jak4snape - Thanks, glad SOMEBODY liked it. I will email you, don't worry about it:D

Beff - Well, it's up to you which one you want to be, you'll just have to pick one of them. ;) Thanks for adding me to your fav-authors-list!

cin-min - I know, I know, cliffhangers are nasty, and I¨'m sorry to have to make one cliffie after the other, but it makes the readers eager to know what's going to happen next and that way I can make them want to read the next part as well! See - there's a reason for everything and you didn't have to wait that long this time. :)

Blaze0017 - HEY, who was the one to call herself Queen of Cliffhangers and smile evilly when she did so? Well, here's the update, and I hope you're going to like it, even though it is rather short. I promise the next part won't be that long in coming, 'cause I've finally found out what's going to happen the next couple of chapters. :D But no, as said I didn't make the song, though I fervently wish I did. ;)

Disclaimer - If I owned them I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about the characters, now would I? And if I owned them and I made them gay, think of the shock and chaos it would create! O.o Only own the blue-head in this chappie.

Warnings - Come on, have you really gotten this far and STILL haven't realised what kind of warnings there is with this kind of fic? I don't believe you!

On with chapter six - hey, did anyone guess where the chapter-title from last chapter was stolen from? Did anyone even try to find out? Anyway, here we go:

Chapter 6 - Answers?

Far, far below him there was six elves driving zoomers at breakneck speed. Four of them Torn didn't recognize and as a matter of fact, he couldn't care less about them anyway. The fifth, who was in the lead, was easy enough to recognize with his telltale orange hair and the mere fact that he was number one. He always was. But the one behind him, in fast pursuit and closing in, had blond hair with a green hue at the bottom and there was something orange and alive was clinging to his left shoulder.

"Look at that guy! He's downright mental." The voice came from the left and Torn turned to see a skinny elf with light blue hair that stood out in spikes behind his head. He was wearing nothing but blue clothes and blue-died leather except from a blood-stained white bandage around his right hand and a green scarf around his neck. His eyes were green and he had a scar across one of them. A gun was well concealed in a bag he carried across his shoulder, but the ex-KG could see it nonetheless, being a trained warrior as he was.

All this the tattooed elf registered in the blink of an eye. He didn't bother with a real answer; he just grunted. The blue-head, though, took it as an encouragement to keep talking, although in a quiet manner so that only Torn could hear.

"The weirdest thing is – it's not the first time he's trying to beat Erol. I even hear that he's beaten him before. Not something that the commander likes. If you watch closely you can see it affects him – he's driving faster and more concentrated than I've ever seen before."

Torn nodded. He knew Erol didn't like to lose, that be a race or anything else. As a matter of fact the former member of the Krimzon Guard knew it from very personal experience. Once he had won over the commander in a shooting contest, where the Baron had been watching. The Baron had been very pleased with him; he had even come down to congratulate him and Torn had felt Erol's glare on his back while he had walked out of the training rooms, guided by the baron's hand. If eyes could kill, the taller elf would have been a smoking pile of dust on the floor.

But the commander had gotten his revenge soon enough. One day when Torn had been out on patrol and was walking from the bathing quarters to the sleeping quarters he had been hit from behind. When he whirled around to see who it was he was slapped again, this time by something hard and cold. He had barely been able to open his mouth before the blows fell one bye one, each one harder than the one before.

It had been a long time before the beating stopped, leaving Torn sprawled on his stomach in the dust with his clothes in tethers and blood running down his back and face. He could hear a mocking voice above him. Right now it was laughing and there was no mistaking who had been the one to beat him up so thoroughly.

Torn snapped out of his memories quite instantly when Jak made a sharp turn in attempt to gain on Erol and almost collided hard with the wall in the process. The entire stadium gasped in shock, for many had come admire the one who so insistently stood up against the KG-commander. But the hero made it without crashing and he actually passed Erol.

"Would you look at that – looks like the kid is actually winning!" the blue-head said, amusement evident in his voice along with admiration and – was that pride? "About time Erol got beaten. Bets on he isn't going to take it well."

It certainly looked like the green-eyed elf was right. While Jak was dismounting his zoomer with a smirk on his face and to the sounds of a wildly cheering crowd, Erol was visible in the background. From what Torn could tell he was fuming mad.

"You great fool," he muttered under his breath, addressing Jak. "Nobody beats Commander Erol without paying, especially when it isn't the first time and the Baron is watching."

He was so caught up in his speculations that he didn't notice Jak leaving the stadium. It was only a nudge in the side from his talkative, blue-haired neighbour that brought him back to reality. He looked about him angrily, ready to scowl at the person who had dared to interrupt him in his thinking.

The taller elf smiled and pointed. "If you want to catch the racers you better hurry before they disappear in the crowd. I've got a feeling you've got to talk with at least one of them, am I right?"

But Torn didn't answer; he was already pushing through the departing crowd to catch up with Jak and finally find out what the fuck was going on.

Jak had barely walked out of the garage, where Keira had scolded him for not taking good enough care of her precious zoomer and then only shortly congratulated him with winning, when he was slammed up against the nearest wall. Hard. Luckily for Daxter the ottsel had decided to chat a little with their old friend.

"You tell me what's going on right now!" An all too familiar voice snarled and Torn's face came in close.

"It's none of your damned business!" Jak growled back. He struggled to free himself from the other's grasp, but to no avail. Even though the tattooed elf look thin and fragile, there was a strength in him that could rival that of a full-grown Metal Head.

It IS my fucking business, damn it! You going mental and suicidal is very much my business and it worries me as well. Now tell me what's the matter!"

Jak looked away, not wanting to meet the other's eyes. "I'm not being suicidal, Torn."

The ex-KG raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, right, and driving like a complete maniac to beat Erol isn't suicide at all, no."

"It is not – I'm alive, aren't I? Besides, as I said, it's none of your business. Why would you care, anyway?" The last words were barely above a whisper and Jak was looking intently at something to the right of him.

He didn't get any spoken words as an answer. All of a sudden one of his arms was freed and instead his chin was grabbed and yanked over so he looked into those very cold blue eyes. Except now they weren't all that cold.

A mouth was pressed to his. The kiss wasn't harsh, but it was not gentle either. It seemed to Jak as if Torn was trying to express some kind of feeling , but what the blond was not sure. Not that he minded the kiss; he just didn't know what to make of it.

When the taller elf broke the kiss he stared at the hero with slightly widened eyes and an unreadable expression on his face.

Jak stared back, his breath heavy and his chest beating. After a long moment he broke loose from the other's grasp and he ran back towards the garage.

"Jak, come back here!" Torn shouted after him, angry with the blond for running and furious with himself for doing what he had done. When his words were not heeded, he growled low in his throat and began to run after him, but stopped in his tracks.

"No, not again," he muttered. "It is no use that I keep running after him when he just disappears Besides, what am I? Some kind of keeper for the kid? No – this time he can come to me if he want to say something."

With that Torn found the zoomer he had arrived on and drove back to the hideout, careful to dodge any Krimzon Guards so that wouldn't be recognized. Despite his apparent awareness of his surroundings his mind was swirling with thoughts about Jak, about what had happened and with memories of Erol and what he had done to him those many years ago.

When he entered the hideout, he placed his gun in a corner and took his shirt off along with the leather straps he was wearing, so that he was wearing only his leggings and his beloved red scarf. He then proceeded to reach for one of his shoulder and gently started to massage it. Just as he was about to groan because of the state of tension his muscles were in, he heard voices in the room behind the one where his desk was.

"Shit!" he muttered. He recognized the voices and neither of them was Samos, Tess or Ashelin. It was Jak and he was talking to Daxter.

Silently he crept closer to hear what they were talking about. He knew it wasn't proper, but right now he didn't give a damn. This could be important.

TBC...

A/N - And I did it again. Hope you won't kill me for the cliffhanger! Way - they FINALLY did kiss, but not the way you thought they would, right? I wasn't expecting this when I started either, trust me.Was Torn very much out of character? Was Jak? I hope not. Oh, wait a minute, I didn't imply anything with Erol and the Baron, did I? I certainly don't hope so:S If you ask me why I had to describe the blue-haired elf so thoroughly, I don't know, and the part with Torn and Erol - well, you'll just have to see why it's there and where it's going. Tell me if it was very crappy, slightly boring, interesting, good, surprising, whatever - just bloody REVIEW, kay? Pleeaase?