Note: Don't Own Jak And Daxter. I Know This, I Am Annoyed By It, And I Will Continue To Over-Capitalize Everything.

This chapter is mostly filler, and I'm sorry. But it's the kind of filler that's vital to the story, like Star Wars V. Entire movie was filler. But you needed to watch it in order to get why Luke called Vader "father" all through the sixth film. You know the thing. (Damn it, now I have to disclaim this. Don't own Star Wars people!)

On with the show!

CHAPTER NINE (HO. LY. CRAP. O. LI.)

Ever since the fated kiss, Jak's health had been increasing miraculously until he was fit enough to go on missions again. Yet, oddly enough, Torn refused to send him out, instead opting to send Ashlein out instead. "Torn, why do you always send me out?" She asked at one point. "Jak's more than well enough to go." To which Torn answered, "'You wanna stand here and ask questions, or do you wanna protect the Underground from the Metal Heads?" Ashlein rolled her eyes but went out anyway. Jak looked at him oddly. "Who do you always send her out?"

"Because I don't like her, and I don't want to see you hurt." Torn said bluntly. "Well, why not? It's not like I'll die out there, you know. I always come back." Jak said.

"I know. And that's what scares me. What if this mission is the one that finally screws it up? The one you come back too beat up to see, or the one where a Metal Head gets its claws through your throat?" Torn said. "Torn-"

"No. No more. I-" Torn cut himself off. "You what?" Torn shook his head and walked away. "Torn?" Jak rolled his eyes and followed, finally catching Torn off guard and pushed him up against the wall by one shoulder, using the weight of his lower body to pin him down. "Jak, what the-"

"Why are you avoiding this? Avoiding answering my questions? Answer me, damn it! What is it?" Jak growled, his sapphire blue eyes flashing a dangerous black for half a moment as the Dark Eco flashed through his mind and he clamped his hand harder on Torn's shoulder. Torn finally caved and dived forwards. Before Jak had a chance to breathe or speak, his lips were being overwhelmed by Torn's. Torn wrapped his arms around Jak's neck and pushed his head down further, deepening the kiss. Jak reciprocated the kiss, bringing Torn closer and actually standing on tiptoe in order to get his lips to where they were supposed to be, otherwise he'd be kissing the bottom of Torn's chin. Torn tilted his head and Jak's eyes flashed white as he was surprised by a wet, thick thing poking at his lips. Jak opened his mouth and allowed Torn's tongue to explore every inch of his mouth. As their tongues battled for dominance, a crash from behind them broke the kiss. "What the hell?" Daxter was staring at them, eyes open wide, mouth hanging open. The crash was caused by him dropping a glass of water. "You keep your mouth open, you're gonna catch flies." Jak said. "Jak? What the hell?" Jak grimaced, pulling himself away from Torn, leaving the tattooed man standing with his arms out as if he was still holding Jak. "Um, oh, man this is awkward."

"Listen, man, it's cool, but it was just very...very...insane to walk into a room and find your best buddy and Mr. Nail-Gargling Tattoo Man sucking face in the corner." Jak let out a breath of relief. "Now, if you don't mind, I will be at the Naughty Ottsel, drowning myself in beer and women." Daxter backed away, before finally darting past them and out the door. "I'll clean up the glass." Jak said. Torn blinked and realized his arms were still out. He put them at his sides. "That was awkward."

"No kidding. I wonder if he's alright with it."

"He said he was."

"Yeah, but Daxter has been known to say things he doesn't mean." Jak said sadly. "He's cool, don't worry." Torn said. Jak bent down and collected the shards of broken glass. He stood up and dumped them in the barrel. Torn blinked as something hit him. "Did he call me Mr. Nail Gargling Tattoo Man?"

"So what, he calls you all sorts of things. King Laryngitis, Tattoo Face, Tattooed Wonder, and this is only the tip of the iceberg." Jak replied. "He also goes so far as to call you the Walking Popsicle, Cocktail Downer, Mr. Really Pissy Angry Drunk-"

"Okay, I get it." Torn said. Jak stood up straight. Torn gave a cocky smile. Jak was shoved over backwards onto his bunk. "Torn? What are you-" Torn's entire body was flush up against Jak's, causing Jak to inhale sharply. "T-Torn?"

"Be quiet." Torn ordered.

And now, the so-far-generous authoress stops Chapter Nine here, otherwise this fic would be an NC-17 and I don't feel like pushing the rating that high.

END OF CHAPTER NINE!

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