Note: Don't own Jak and Daxter. Yeah. My formatting sucks. Yeah. I know. Shut up and read the fic, and please, review when you're done. I appreciate constructive criticism. OH! One more thing before I forget! This takes place during Jak II, but after the Baron dies. You know, right there near the end. Yeah, you know. On with the show!
Jak flew wildly on his Zoomer, unable to control himself any longer. He headed straight for the stone walls of the City, hoping to cause his Zoomer to explode, and hopefully ridding himself of the anguish coursing through his mind. Sig, in a large Cruiser along with Ashlein and Keira, was hot on his tail, but to no avail as Jak was in a small, speedy Zoomer. Suddenly, as if by magic, Torn zoomed past them on his own speeder, Daxter hanging onto his shoulder strap for dear life. Torn grabbed Jak by the back of the shirt just as his Zoomer connected with the wall, and stuck him behind him. Jak, bewildered and afraid, froze in place until Torn shouted, "Hang on, Jak!" Jak grabbed Torn's waist numbly and silently. The girls (and Sig) cheered wildly as Torn flew back to the Underground hideout, the girls (and Sig) speeding up right behind them.
"Jak, how could you do that? You could have died!" Torn said wildly, flailing his arms around. "That was the point." Jak stated bluntly. "What?" Torn said. "Were you really thinking of committing suicide? Are you insane?" Torn asked. "Probably. I just didn't...want to hurt anymore." Jak whispered, looking at his feet. Torn sighed. "Jak, pick your head up." Jak looked up sheepishly. "Jak, Daxter told me that you get scared easily, and that sometimes it's hard for you to talk about it. Is that true?" Jak nodded silently. "Jak, you know I'm blind, you'll have to say something to me." Torn said sternly, chiding him for being silent in his own way. Of course Torn wasn't truly blind, he was just saying that to get Jak to talk, like a mother would say to a child, but Jak knew what he meant. Start talking. "Yes, Torn. It's true. I bottle things up inside me until I can't take it anymore and I hurt somebody. I just..." Jak trailed off into an awkward silence. "You just what?" Torn said quietly, trying to take some of the edge off the situation. The girls ( -sigh- and Sig) had all gone back to bed already. Daxter was snoozing away contentedly on Jak's bed, curled up into a little fuzzy ball. "I just don't know any better." Jak said. "Jak, I'm your friend. You can tell me anything, and you can trust me. Why would you ever doubt that? I know I can be a little rough, but it's all for the good of our cause. I try to be a leader for our people. I try to make things better. Damned if I'm going to let my friend, no, my best friend, try to kill himself because he has a slight problem with Dark Eco. Jak, I love you like a brother, I really do. I know I'm tough on you, but I was a KG commander. It's hard-wired into my system." Torn placed a single hand on Jak's shoulder. Jak came closer and began to cry into Torn's shirt. "Hey, hey. Enough with the waterworks, alright? You'll wake up the furball." Torn said quietly. Jak backed away, feeling embarrassed that he'd begun crying like that. "Jak, just chill, alright? Get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning." Jak nodded. "Goodnight, Jak."
"G-goodnight, Torn."
"You sleep tight. No more nightmares, you got it? That's an order." Jak cracked a lopsided half-grin. "Yes, sir." He joked. He pulled off his shirt and slipped under the covers, wrapping his arms around his orange companion as if he were a teddy bear. Daxter shifted and cuddled into the new-found warmth, as Jak slowly slipped away into dreamland.
Tonight, Jak's dreams weren't filled with misery. They were filled with joy. Jak smiled in his sleep, knowing tomorrow would be much less hectic and far happier than this day was.
Chapter four coming soon! Whoo!