Not owning… hope you enjoy this chapter.

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The red-head commander stared down at the small fuzzy creature, his dark tattoos a contrast to his ghostly face. "Don't ever do that again," he scolded as he hauled the boy out of the hole. "Aww, if I didn't know better I'd say you were worried." The tall man eyed him. "If something happened to you it would be my head with Ashlen." The four lights had stopped, leaving in its place a pulsating white mass. Torn looked around to see the town full of lights, everything seemed to be powered by the strange generator. Even the ground started to heat, turning the snow to slush. His eyes locked on the white mass with interest. "What is that?" He turned in time to see the grin on the ottsel's face. "I don't believe it. Its……."

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"White eco?" The large computer version of Vin nodded excitedly. "W-while it takes some of all the main ecos to create, it gives off far more energy!" Jak grinned mischievously, remembering the first, and last, time he had seen white eco. His grin slowly dropped. Were it not for him, Dax could have used it to become human again. Then you wouldn't be here now, where you belong, part of his brain reasoned. None the less, he found himself pained at the thought of it. Vin looked at him worriedly. That wasn't exactly the reaction he was looking for. "Something wrong Jak?" He shook his head.

" So how was this thing created? I know from experience that it is near impossible to create white eco." Vin nodded. "Based on the blue prints, it looks like it was once designed to be like Haven city. Still, it seems much more futuristic than what we have. Some of this technology is i-impossible with the materials we have right now. Some of the things we would need to make this are so complex…." Jak rolled his eyes At the obviously more interested man. "So what do I need to do?" Vin snapped out of his ramblings. "There is a laboratory near the palace with men working on things like this. I need you to deliver the readings on these materials to them so they can figure out more on this city." "Is that all," Jak questioned grinning, even as he took the information. With a last wave he hurried off, heading to the lab.

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"What the hell is white eco?" Daxter simply grinned at the man. At the threatening glare however, he decided it would be in his best interests to explain. "You know what light eco is right?" At the nod he continued. "It's formed by the four main ecos combining slowly over time. White eco, however, is the rapid combination of the four ecos, resulting in an instable, powerful mass of eco energy." He received a blank stare. "It fuses together so rapidly that it can't maintain itself for long. I imagine that generator can store a whole hell of a lot of energy." Again the blank stare. This time he only responded with a questioning look. "How do you know that?" Dax grinned.

"The light eco thing I learned from Samos. But the white eco, I learned from experience and observation," he answered matter-of-factly. Torn snorted, his eyes still fixated on the fluffy, cotton like mass. Dax climbed slowly towards the edge. "What do you think your doing?" "Getting some." Torn's eyes widened as he reached out towards the ottsel currently climbing down the strange generator, he had a feeling this was going to be a singed eyebrows moment. Right on cue. As the boy touched the white mass, it pulsated, then seemed to shatter. Torn reached up to catch the flying ottsel, only to be surprised when he himself was sent flying back. His body felt heavy as he lost consciousness.

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Somewhere in his mind, Daxter realized he was cold. He just couldn't care. Still, his whole body ached enough he wanted to get up. He groaned as something shifted under his back. A grunt of pain answered him. He sat up cautiously, wincing as his pants rubbed viciously at his cold legs. A strange thought ran through his head as his eyes remained closed. Why could he feel his pants? Eyes fluttered open slowly to the cold town square. That explained where he was. He looked down at himself, glaring at his bare feet. He really needed boots. And a shirt His min added rebelliously as he, still sleepy, wrapped his arms around his chest. That's when he paused, thoroughly surprised. Doing a double take, he looked at himself with wide eyes. Seconds later the air was filled with an ear-splitting scream.

Torn sat up with a jerk, drawing his gun. Through the harsh cloud in his mind he tried to figure out what had happened. He remembered Daxter reaching for that strange eco, then they were both blown back. Next thing he knew he was waking up to an ungodly screech. Almost reluctant he turned towards the still screaming figure, more curious, about what could make the small ottsel make so much noise, than worried. For all his experience he couldn't manage to keep his nonchalant look. Jaw on the floor, he stared at the orange haired man who had to be at least nineteen, standing in the square screaming. He was quickly to his feet, walking towards the boy, gun still drawn.

Dax turned to see Torn pointing a gun at him, and quickly scrambled back. "What the hell are you doing," he shouted in outrage. That voice was all too familiar to the guardsman, but the figure wasn't. "Who are you?" The question quickly deflated Daxter's pride. "It's me Dax." Torn holstered his gun, oddly believing. "What happened?" Dax once again looked at his thin, lithe frame. "I'm bringing sexy back?" Torn rolled his eyes, it was definitely him. "How did you turn into a human?" "Correction," Dax raised his hand," "How did I turn back into a human?" He saw the shrug and frowned. "It must have been the eco. Back when I was younger, a couple of people told me I could use white eco to change back, but they wouldn't tell me how." Torn shot a 'what happened to them' look at Dax. "They died." At the red-heads shock he smiled. "They were evil anyway." The older man nodded slowly.

Dax shivered and hopped a little in the snow. "You know what I miss? Clothes. I only have pants on right now." Torn smiled, only to grunt as his shoulder tugged uncomfortably. The next glare he shot Dax was one with an accusatory air. The orange-haired boy shrugged in response, apologetically. He started walking with Torn to find a shop in the town that might have the clothes he so desperately needed. The guard captain looked up at the younger boy with a grunt, he was a full head taller. "Your taller than I thought." Dax broke down laughing at the man glaring defiantly up at him.

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Short. I felt bad for leaving the last one the way I did. I'm not a big fan of cliffhangers. That's why I pumped this out so quick, that and my wonderful break. I would like to mention that I don't own, nor would I want to, Justin Timberlake's "I'm bringing sexy back" . The line just suited Dax so well. I'll explain more about what happened in the naughty ottsel once Dax has clothes. Hope you enjoyed and I'll try to write a longer one next time, hopefully just as quick.