Note: I bet you were all surprised by my little plot twist, eh? Well, it gets better. Enter my OC, the doctor. A goofball doctor, who's also a surgeon. I wonder how this will play out.

I don't own Jak and Daxter. Only my OC and the parasite inside Jak's tummy. -pets Jak's tummy-

On with the show!

Chapter 26 (Sproing!)

"Jak, I found a doctor willing to do the surgery for nothing. He said he just enjoys helping people." Keira said softly. Jak looked up with tired eyes. He had been crying all night, afraid for his life and what would happen to him.

"Jak?" Torn asked softly. He knew Jak hadn't slept all night. Jak merely nodded tersely at Keira, silently asking her to bring the surgeon in.

"Come on in." Keira ushered him in. He was tall, much taller then Jak, and had brown hair that reached to his shoulders. He wore large goggles over his eyes, which were naturally tinted light purple. "You're Jak?" he asked. Jak nodded, wiping away stray tears. "Hoo-ooo-boy. I read your case and boy, is it one. Alien parasite, huh?"

Jak's eye twitched, wondering how this man could be so calm in the face of something like this. "Well, kid, it's your lucky day. I'm here to put you under and get that thing out of you."

"How soon?" Torn demanded. The doctor flicked out a scalpel. "Any time, any place. I do surgeries like a kid downs candy. Let's get it on." He joked, flicking the scalpel skillfully in his hand. He snapped it up into the air and as it spiraled down behind him, he did a skillful backflip and caught it upside down by the handle. When no one commented, he struck a pose. "Wow." he said. "Tough crowd."

"Would you get the parasite out of Jak, already?!" Torn demanded feverishly. The doc came down. "Alright, alright." He grabbed Jak's shoulder softly. "You'll be alright, kid." He assured him. "Let's get back to my operating room in the Water Slums and we'll be starting. Anyone wanna come with?"

"Me." Torn said, standing up.

"Ah, kid probably does want a friend with him. Moral support, you know."

"I'm more than that." Torn said. The doc nodded understandingly. "Come on, my Cruiser seats three." The doc said, leading them both out.

It was a short time before they got to the room. It was sterile white, and had a single operating table in the middle. "What's your name again?" The doc asked Torn.

"Torn."

"Last name?"

"I don't know." Torn said.

"Whaddaya mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't know. You want to make something of it?" Torn asked threateningly, hand on his pistol. "Alright, sorry! Jeez, kid, you got a testy little friend here."

"Tell me about it." Jak joked. "Jak!" Torn replied. "Just kidding, Torn." Jak said apologetically.

"Go on in, and we'll begin as soon as you're out."

"Out?"

"You gotta be asleep for the operation, kid, or do you like being awake and having scalpels and sharp objects piercing your skin?" Jak shuddered. "yeah. So, breathe." The doc put on a gas mask and released a gaseous sedative into the room. "Hey! What are you putting in there?"

"It's only a mild sleeping gas, Torn. He'll be out for three hours, which is more than I need to go in, pull out the parasite, reattach everything, and sew him closed." Torn watched concernedly, behind a two-way mirror blocking the gas from his lungs, as Jak fell over, asleep. The doc pulled him up onto the table and removed his shirt. "Hoo-ooo-boy." The doctor repeated, referring to the number of scars, small and large, littering the expanse of Jak's torso. "And this kid's only seventeen? What kind of gang was he in?" The doc wondered aloud, picked a spot, and began the first incision.

Jak looked around the sterile white room. "Am I healed?" He wondered, only to have his voice echo back at him. "Healed?" His voice, more sinister now, echoed back at him. "Why, the sickness has only begun!" Jak gasped as a large incision was slowly but surely opening up in his stomach, seemingly by its own means. A huge slithering beast, black as pitch, came sliding out of the hole, causing Jak to gag on his own blood and fall forwards. The walls seemed to melt around him, melting from cold, stiff white to darker, darker tones. "Nothingness!" The sinister screech echoed through the halls. "That's what you are! Nothingness! Unloved! Disgusting!"

"Who are you!" Jak demanded in his most commanding voice.

"Baby thinks he plays tough, but I know better."

"Dark, is that you? I thought you were destroyed!"

"Nothing can destroy evil." The voice called at him. Jak received an unseen punch in the gut, right over the bleeding wound.

"Jak, hold on..." Torn said. The doctor had his hand fully in the hole, reaching around for the parasite that plagued his young patient--

Jak opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a large bubble of blood, falling and exploding on the floor--

The doctor was struggling with the parasite; he had his hands on it, but it was putting up a fight--

Jak's tears replaced his blood on the floor, as his blood and tears rose up and threatened to drown him--

The doctor pulled as hard as he could as a slithering pitch-black beast rose and died on contact with the outside air--

Jak screamed as it felt as if something was being torn out of him, his stomach, his heart, everything was exploding inside--

The doctor rushed to replace the organs that had become loose during his fight with the beast as Torn looked on, a single tear falling down his tattooed cheek--

Jak let out a final cry as his wounds began to close, finally, and a kinder voice began to call to him...

"Jak...Jak, please, wake up. Jak?"

Jak opened his eyes to see Torn looking over him, fear and love in his eyes. "Torn?"

"I'm here." Torn bent over and hugged Jak desperately, as if he would disappear any second. Jak returned the hug, almost afraid to face what was in his nightmares.

"You okay, kid? That parasite made a meal of your left lung, I had to replace it."

"With wha--" Jak looked up at Torn. "Did you--"

"I did."

"For me?"

"Who else would I give up a lung for?" Jak flicked up his head and captured Torn's lips in a passionate kiss. "Thank you."

End of Chapter 26

Whoa. Did I write all that? Jeez. -blinks- No more almonds and soda while fanfiction writing for me. This was...whoa. Trippy, man. Whoa.

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