5: Fairy Tales:

Fairy tales, like fate, Daxter didn't believe in. That didn't change when he and Jak were living like kings-literally-after finding out about Jak's heritage. Fairy tales were created so he and Jak could entertain Keira on the days she wouldn't go away back in Sandover. Fairy tales were also very fluffy, stupid, and pointless-they were TALES for a reason, no more true than the fisherman's stories.

Legends were sometimes true, and occasionally, a fisherman's tale would be true, but had there ever been a Cinderella? No? What about Snow White? Nope, no dice. And that was how Daxter looked at it…

…but if Jak really wanted to, he was sure he could convince him. Damn his attraction.

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6: Smile:

Back in Sandover, it was all he ever got: no words.

In Haven, he went two full year without it-who knew something so simple was so valuable?

He set Jak free, and it was a week before he saw it again.

Jak was banished, and he followed, selfishly, so he wouldn't lose it again.

He let Jak tug him along on life-threatening adventures, so he'd see all of them.

He held on as Jak raced, just to see that insane grin.

Smiles meant a lot to Daxter, but Jak's smiles meant most of all.

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7: Tree:

Jak knew it was a bad idea, but he'd insisted. "Come on, just a little bit of honey-what will it hurt? Whumpbees aren't that bad about sharing." And Daxter would know, having had so many run-ins with them… So Jak climbed the tree and knocked down the nest.

Two hours later, they were still pulling stingers out of their arms, but they had their honey, damnit!

"Hey, Jakky-boy?" Jak tilted his head a little and gave Daxter a, 'yes, Dax?' look. "Thanks. This is a great birthday present." Jak grinned at him, shrugging good-naturedly. So he'd gotten a little more hurt than Daxter had during the retrieval-it wasn't every day you turned ten, you know.

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8: Test: (AU)

His tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth and he didn't care. Come on, come on, come on…! "No!" Daxter groaned as his racer careened across the screen and into a bomb, gracelessly. Beside him, his best friend chuckled softly and zoomed past the finish line, smiling innocently over at him when the race was finished.

Then Daxter grabbed his green goatee and tugged, pouting. Good damn thing racing Jak wasn't some kind of test, or he'd be failing life.

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Hi! You get a double shot today, so I won't leave much of a A/N for this one. ^_^