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When the sun rose, Jak woke up first. Unfortunately the little house only has one window letting in light so it was still dark in the room. He traveled his eyes towards me. Our faces were so close, he could feel the soothing warmth of my breath. I was on my side, with my arm on his chest holding onto the chest ring he had on the upper middle part. Slowly he reached out for my hand and held it. He had another flash back about me giving him a gun upgrade and Torn starting to bark orders at the Naughty Ottsil. It was almost exactly right after we were arrested and banned to the wasteland:

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I was sitting at the bar table working on a new gun upgrade when Jak and Daxter walked in to pick it up. "Hey." Jak greeted casually. I waved not looking, still concentrating on the last details of his weapon. It snapped into place on its own, and I held it up, turning towards Jak and Daxter.

"Here you go boys. A peace maker extension." I said cheerfully, giving it to Jak as he took out his multi gun. "Thanks, Laona." He grinned, upgrading his powerful weapon and putting it away. Torn walked in the building, and went straight for the circular unit in the middle of the room. He looked very frustrated.

"Keep your eyes out for blast bots. Word on the street says that some are brewing down at that factory. I don't want you messing up this time. That one time down at the sewers is not acceptable." He stated, glaring at Jak. He was not in the mood for jokes.

"No dip! Little blast bots are everywhere these days!" Daxter added in.

"Shut your little furry mouth." Torn barked. I sighed, putting away the tools I used to assemble the gun upgrade with. Just what I was trying to avoid from Torn's bad mood, he started to go off on me. I winced when he said, " AND Laona, please try to do not come across metal heads in the street looking for a fight. You waste energy that way." I blinked.

What the..

I gave him a bad look, "Metal Heads get agitated just only even when some innocent soul walks by. Don't put all the blame on me! You're just saying that because you're in a bad mood."

He snarled, "Who are you to judge!" Jak and Daxter were caught between our fight, so they couldn't do anything until we stopped.

"Just look at you!"

I raised my arms, and lowering them again walking towards him, keeping my eyes locked onto him. "You parade out of nowhere and start barking orders!"

"That's because we have a war to fight. It's not the time to goof off."

That really got me mad. I snapped, "I am not goofing off! You don't know a damn what you're saying!" He glared at me, "Ok, I'll rephrase that for you. You're being disrespectful to your commanding officer." We were less than a foot away from each other when I moved forward, "You are not the only person here running this show!" I protested. Jak and Daxter looked at each other dumbfounded witnessing all of this.

We paused. I started to change subject avoiding eye contact crossing my arms, " I'm beginning to regret joining the underground because of you now. I'm beginning to regret breaking up with Erol. You're nothing but a-" I got interrupted by a surprising hard painful smack to the side of my face from Torn's hand. The blow almost knocked the wind out of me as I had turned the other way in utter surprise. He snarled, "Shut the f-k up before you say something you'll regret saying."

I didn't move an inch because I was so shocked from his actions. Jak glared at Torn when he stormed out of the room. I didn't even move after he left. Daxter frowned looking sorry for me. Jak stepped closer to me reaching out towards me. Daxter hopped off of his shoulder. Jak had a sorrowful look on his face. "Laona?" He asked softly. I had drawn my arms down and had a devastated look on my face looking down. I couldn't help it, and clung to Jak nearly crying. He froze out of utter surprise, and slowly hugged back. Jak sighed and closed his eyes.

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Later on that day, we met Seem and a few other monks investigating a dark precursor satellite. "Hey! What are you workin' on monk boy?" Daxter asked curiously as we got over there. "It is none of your concern animal." She said with an emotionless tone in her voice. "Look coloring book, don't push it." He went on, hopping off Jak's shoulder.

I put my hands on my hips looking at the thing. "Hey! This isn't any of the precursor stuff we've seen." "This precursor is an abomination. I sent my monks up to the mountain. But they've never returned." Seem said. We talked a little more until she got into Jak's face about his dark powers, which upset him. "Don't tell me about dark powers." He said boldly glaring at her. "I want to find out what this is." Jak said as he waved his hand toward the thing.

A stream of dark eco jolted out of his hand and onto the dark precursor. With surprise he held onto his hand for security. I looked at the thing.

What the hell...

"Stand back." He stated, going up to the thing, cracking the code. I watched distantly as Daxter leaped on my shoulder getting in on the action. Once he cracked it, a dark precursor stone appeared, and Daxter congratulated, "You cracked it Jak!" He smirked. "Don't touch it! Dark eco." Seem warned Jak.

Jak took it anyway knowing it wouldn't bother him. Seem for once had an expression on his face, of utter surprise. "You're impressed now! Mind his own preps." Daxter taunted clapping his hands.

Writing started to flash before us on the dark precursor after Jak took the stone. "It speaks an ancient dialect. Something about me claiming this unfinished world." Seem started going off, studying it. "Wait, that looks like writing from-" Jak started to say until all of a sudden the precursor stone activated and flew up in the air. In sudden fear I clung to Jak, and he held me close. The precursor stone exploded in mid air.

"Not even you can save us from this, 'hero'!" Seem said, glaring at us. I closed my eyes and leaned my head on Jak's shoulder. "Heros that wish to save the world cannot when they lack to save themselves." She ranted.

"You and your friends are not welcome here."

I let go of Jak, but still had my arm around his waist. He had his arm around mine. "Lets go." He said quietly. Daxter leaped back on Jak's shoulder as we walked off. A few days passed and we were challenged at the battle arena again. Once we reached the arena, my eyes widened.

"Oh shit." I said with my jaw dropped. There were narrow square walkways, and marauders running around the place. Jak insured smirking, "Relax. This'll be easy." I looked at him, then at Damas. He patiently waited for us to drop down in there. I guess both of us were supposed to go down there at the same time. We both got down there and started attacking. Jak and I went the opposite way of each other. To save amo, I often killed off the marauders on my side with the butt of my gun. The only time I shot at them was when they shot at me.

As I was running around, killing marauders, Jak was in the middle having problems. I stopped, and loaded my gun. I aimed, shooting a few of the most trouble some marauders, running towards Jak. He grinned, nodding his head in thanks. We were back to back, attacking marauders and flicking them off one by one. Jak spotted one hiding under an amo box, and ran toward that one. I wacked a marauder back side the head, and pushing him in the lava.

"Easy as ABC, 123, Do re me." I smirked, loading my gun until one shot at me several times, and struck my left shoulder blade and my left hand. I yelped in pain, nearly falling into the lava until I caught myself. Angrily with my good arm, I shot that one with my multi armed gun. Jak had killed off most of them. I was bleeding almost uncontrollably on my back. Seeing no more marauders around, I put away my gun and started running towards Jak stalking up on the last marauder.

As he was about to shoot, he stopped himself as well as the marauder, which wasn't one at all! "Sig!" Daxter went. "Jak? Daxter? Laona?" Sig went. "What are you doing here?" Jak asked. "Holding my scittles."

Jak put down his weapon, "Woh Sig. I'm not going to fight you!"

"We have to or he'll shoot us both!" Sig warned. He put up his weapon aiming at Jak, "Nothing personal. Sorry." Jak and Daxter flinched, but Sig fortunately didn't have the heart to kill them. He dropped the weapon as I finally got to them with a trail of blood behind me. Damas got angry, "BLASTFORME. One must destroy the other. Or suffer even more pain." We all looked at him. Sig grumbled, "I just know I'm gonna regret this." Damas stood up pointing at us, "Seize them!"

Damas ignored the fact that I was half bleeding to death as we faced him at his throne. Jak for the other hand was very concerned. He stayed very close by with me. Damas ranted on at us, and made a rare acception. But we had to kill some metal heads out in the wasteland as punishment. "Damas, if it's ok with you, will you give an hour of preparation for the search and kill mission?" Jak asked taking a risk. Damas looked at me and finally noticed that I was injured from the battle arena.

In understanding he grinned weakly and nodded, "Two hours."

We blinked in surprise. Jak needed all the time given, so he didn't say any more other than a thank you. I had stopped bleeding, but the wounds were still open We went to the small home we stayed at the night before. "

I need to get to the market to see if they have any healing herbs or bandages." Daxter stated.

"I thought I was always the errand boy." Jak gawked sarcastically. "Hey we're in this together." Daxter smirked, walking out of the house. Once again we were alone. We moved to the bedroom so I could sit on the bed. My shoulder blade was the most painful. Jak sat next to me and said, "Let me see your hand." I slowly gave him my hand, and he carefully took my damaged fingerless navy blue hand glove off and looked at the injury. The bullet went right through my hand. He frowned, and tore a piece of cloth from a rag and wrapped it around my hand. He looked at my back side, seeing the blood stains and the hole from the bullet.

He blinked, and looked at me. I blushed, "What."

"We have to heal these wounds Laona. It'll be impossible to do so with your shirt on."

I closed my eyes bowing my head down, "I knew you were going to say that." I said slowly. He blushed, and cleared his throat. "I'll let you help me, Jak. It's ok" I said a few moments later. It was an awkward moment for the both of us. Hesitantly, he slowly helped me take my first shirt off, which was my red tunic one with the yellow sleeves. Under that one was a black cotton tank top. We only took it off partially by keeping it up against my chest (of corse). He looked at the wound. My bone was hard enough that the bullet didn't go in all the way. It was just sitting there half imbedded in my back.

"Damn, Laona." He sighed as Daxter came in with a first aid kit. He saw me nearly shirtless, and grinned, "Well well! What's going on here?" Jak blinked looking anxious, "N-nothing! We're just-" He stuttered innocently. I blushed, looking down smirking weakly. Daxter interrupted, "I'm just joking with you." Daxter said.

Jak sighed, "What do you got." Daxter hopped up on the bed with the first aid kid and opened it on my lap. "Spray on antibiotics, antibiotic cream, some bandages, band aids, and stitches." "

This is gonna sting." I grumbled.

"No kiddin'." Jak shrugged, taking off his gloves and arm protectors. "I can easily take out the bullet, Laona. But it's gonna hurt." He warned. "Jak. I'm ready to take on the world." I grinned. He nodded and grasped onto the bullet and started tugging.

Obviously, we found out that it hit bone, but didn't shatter. He tugged it out with a firm pull, and blood started leaking. "Quick, Dax give me some bandages." He said anxiously.

Daxter quickly gave him the bandages, and closed the wound. Jak fixed it the best he could. Quite frankly, he did a good job! We actually finished the job within just half an hour. Jak and Daxter had an hour and a half before they had to go on with their search and kill mission. I think Damas felt that Jak had to care for me because of my condition. Whatever the reason, I was thankful for every minute of it.