Note: Don't own Jak and Daxter, blah blah blah blah blah, SECOND CHAPTER OMG! I usually never do this, so enjoy it now. This is probably the last multi-chapter story, like ever. And I don't know how many chapters it will be. Also, I apologize for the crappy formatting, I couldn't go on Microsoft Word because both my mother and I use the same Word installer and she was on all night. Therefore, I was stuck with a generic program known as TextEdit.
On with the show!
Torn rounded up everyone from their beds. "Search Party! Come on, move it! Move it!" He ordered roughly, shoving people out of bunks until everyone sleepily showed up for duty. "What is it, Torn?" Keira asked, rubbing her eyes. "Jak's run off, and I need you people to find him."
"Jak's run off before, why should this time be any different?" Sig asked. "Because I'm afraid." Torn whispered. "What? I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong? Did King Laryngitis just admit he was scared?" Daxter laughed. "Shut up, you rat! I'm afraid for his safety. He ran off, and I'm afraid he might not come back this time! So move it, team! Bring our boy home!" The party, save Daxter, ran out, grabbing guns and wrenches and whatever else they could find to use as weapons. Torn sat down in his chair. Daxter looked at him, concern, fear, and to a certain extent, anger in his big Ottsel eyes. "Why wouldn't Jak come home?" He asked. "Jak woke up with a nightmare earlier, and I'd noticed he'd been very jumpy and tired lately, so I offered to listen to what's been bothering him. He told me and then ran off as if I'd bite him. He told me that I should be getting some sleep and instead I was sitting there listening to his problems." Torn said quietly. "What he doesn't understand, Tattoo Boy, is that you're his friend. He's always been like this, afraid to let people get close to him."
"Then how is you two are such good friends?"
"Jak's like a brother to me. We grew up together. I guess something naturally slipped past and we grew real close. He was there for me when I got knocked into the Eco that turned me into an orange rat. He was there for me when it turned out I was stuck like this. We've been together through thick and thin." Daxter explained. Torn half-sighed, half-sobbed. "Oh God...What if I drove him off?" he asked himself aloud. "No, you didn't. He's probably just afraid that he confided himself in someone. He's probably freaked out that he didn't bottle up his emotions until he exploded. It wasn't you." Torn shook his head. "I'm going out there." Daxter jumped on his shoulder quickly. "No! No. If he sees you, the person he ran away from, it would probably scare him even more. You know, Jak isn't such the tough guy he makes himself out to be. Inside, he's like a kid. He's afraid of the dark, and he can hardly sleep without something in his arms, like a teddy bear or something. That's why it's rare that he and I ever sleep apart. I'm like a warm, squishy teddy Ottsel to the guy." Torn sat back down, his head cupped in his hands. "A-are you crying?" Daxter asked. Torn gave a tiny nod, a tear slipping down past his cheek and onto a map of Haven City stuck to his desk. "I'm afraid for his safety, Daxter. If what you've told me is true, he could be out there cold and alone, afraid to talk to anyone. He could wind up doing something really crazy, like jump off a building or try to drown himself or just go nuts and let that Dark Eco...thing out of his system and then the cops will be on his ass."
"You have a valid point, but Jak can take care of himself." Torn's communicator beeped. "Go ahead." he said. "Jak...bzzt...Water Slums...bzzt bzzt trying to calm bzzt he's gone loopy..." The communicator beeped out, Sig's voice now silenced. "Oh God." Torn said. He wiped the last tear from his eye and stood up. "We have to go get him!"
"What did I just say, ya big canvas? He sees you, he's gonna flip out."
"I can't just leave him out there!" Torn said. He grabbed his gun, grabbed Daxter, grabbed a Zoomer, and headed towards the Water Slums.
End of Chapter Two
Tell me what you think so far! Review! But no flames, please. I know my formatting sucks, already.
And just for the record, although I think Jak X Torn is a cute pairing, and I support it, this fic is in no way, a Jak X Torn. Torn is just being a good friend. Okay? No flames.