Alrighty roo, thanks for the reviews!

Krin:…..good point nobody does do nuthin for free in haven. I kind of over looked that. Never worry I fixes! And yes, there is an overly complex plot in this. It might be on the long side but I will prevail. O.o this part is during Jak 2 but after this, it moves along. this is just crap that I wanted in here so I wouldn't have to explain it later. you think i did Dax well? i was worried about that.

ShiNoShinigami : Yes Mr. Mysterious man is hot, and no he's not torn, his tattoo is just a little rectangle on his cheek. but torn rocks too. I got a picture; if you want it, send me an email (its in my bio)

Oh, any suggestions for better title welcome. (P.s. tomorrow is international cookie and hug day so all reviews get cookies, I don't like hugs. So blah! )

---Get Your Freak On--- ch2

Jak was exhausted, completely and utterly. He walked into the hip hop hog saloon with the expression of a walking corpse. He leaned his forehead on the cool bar top and rubbed his temples. He just wished that the pain would just go away, even for just a little. He wondered how long how long he'd had the constant headache of doom. It had to be for more than a year.

Dax was flirting with Tess; Sig was talking with some one and thankfully, Krew was nowhere to be found.

Tess finally focused her attention on Jak, "So what can I get you?" She watched as she just lifted her his head up and stared at her.

"Something….Alcohol…Caffeine?" He groaned and put his head back down.

"You sure that's a good idea Chili pepper? You look like hell, what's the under ground got you doing?"

"Every thing!" Daxter shouted a little to close to Jak's head.

Jak winced and tried to smack Dax upside the head but missed. Sig found this amusing and chuckled as Daxter continued ranting with out even noticing.

"Those bastards still have us running the crapy missions! They're still trying to get us killed! How many suicide missions have we done Jak! HOW MANY!" he yelled more than a little hysterical.

"So help me Daxter….Shut Up!"

Tess slid him a drink at this moment, so he ignored what ever Daxter may or may not have said. He took a sip, smelled like coffee, tasted like bourbon.

"Tess, you're a genius…what is it?" Jak downed the glass.

"Wow? You've never had Irish coffee before? You really did live under a rock." She laughed as she rubbed daxter's belly, Jak tried hard to ignore her remarks about how wonderful and brave he was.

A few minutes past and Sig was finishing negotiating some kind of deal with the other guy. Jak now felt he could sufficiently function in the living world; he made a special note to remember 'Irish coffee' next time he tried pull off more than thirty-six hours of sleep deprivation.

He turned his attention to Sig at missed the last few words of their conversation. The dark haired man in the long brown coated was standing and looked ready to leave.

"Who's your friend?" he asked.

"The names Clue," he said as he put out his cigarette on the metal snap of his glove. He slid a tip across the counter toward Tess. Tess gave him the once over.

"Your Jak." he said more than he asked. Tess was now giving him the fourth over; she had to admit she like the shade of blue of his eyes better than Jak's.

Dax noticed an abrupt drop in quality of his belly rub. He found the source of this decrease and took action.

Dax jumped up and approached Clue shaking his finger "HEY BUDY! You sho…….You?" Daxter sputtered as he recognized the man. "Your Mr. Magically-turn-off-the-force-field guy!" clue shrugged, Jak wondered what the heck he was blathering about. "Just so were clear, I don't owe you squat, you came to me!" he shouted a little flustered.

"Never said you did." He said calmly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jak grabbed Dax by the head and held him looking eye to eye with him.

"When I broke into the prison, and the force field and he….with his bare hands….how'd you do that? Ow!" Jak shook him to keep him on topic, "he turned it off, so I could get in." Jak dropped him back to the table.

"So how did you do it anyway," Dax asked with out being fazed.

He shrugged, "magic,"

Before any one could comment on this statement a communicator chirped, Jak reached for his but Clue beat him to it.

Jak was about to question Sig about him while he was busy, when low feminine voice screeched over the static of the transmission, "CLLLLUUUEEEE!" I HATE YOU! HATE! HATE! HATE!" a loud smashing noise punctuated every word. Clue's left eye twitched, "Where the hell are you! You said you'd be back here hours ago!"

"Hey! Hey!" he yelled back, "Power cells are not the easiest things to find,"

"But!"

"Shut up, do you want them or not?" he returned to his more calm demeanor.

"You found one?" she chirped happily.

"Of course but…..," he trailed of

"Good!" she squeaked,

"Aight, now I'm of to..." He trailed off in the same apathetic tone.

"Where?" she cut him off.

He groaned, then smirked, "to see the wizard." He said almost playfully.

Jak and Sig looked at him funny, Tess and Dax were occupied….

Suddenly the woman on the other end burst into song, "because, because, because, beeeecuuuaaaase! Of the wonderful thing's he does." The communicator chirped and he shoved it into his inner pocket.

He turned back to Sig and Jak who were both giving him very odd looks.

He tilted his head at an odd angle, "what?" He asked a little dauntingly.

"Nothing," Sig said shaking his head, "see you around,"

"Aight," he shrugged and stalked out.

"Bi polar Much!' Dax jumped up and yelled as soon as the doors had shut.jak nooded, that guy was an odd duck, but he wasn't important. what was important was heting to the under ground HQ for sleep.

Jak's caffeine had kicked in a while ago, and his perpetual migraine had calmed down enough so that it was no longer painful for Daxter to open his mouth. He figured it was about time to go, But he still had one question.

" Who was that Sig?"

"Clue? Me an big blue go way back," Sig crossed his arms and grinned, Jak cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'and?'. "He's a wastlander, and don't ask me how he got in the city because I haven't the slightest. Hey, Tess get me a shot of that stuff I like," he finished, changing the subject.

"Well Dax let go," Jak knew he'd get nothing more out him so he might as well leave. Dax jumped on his shoulder and they headed for the door.

"See ya chill pepper."

"Bye Daxter!" Tess yelled as she clinked Sig's drink on the counter.

Jak stepped out into the early afternoon sunlight. He spotted a parked zoomer and made his way toward it.

"So if Torn try's to send us on another mission we kill him, right?" Dax asked as Jak turned the key and brought the engine to life.

"Right," Jak's answered with an evil grin as he speed off thru the traffic thinking of the many different ways he could accomplish this. Then he remembered he was running on caffeine and bourbon.

'Killing torn bad, sleeping good,' he thought to himself as he took a particularly hard right and came into view of the Under ground HQ.