Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Work	By : jaygoose Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 4497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Summary: Set after Jak 3, so there will be spoilers. Jak
learns that his best friend is not as happy as he seems and aims to change it.
Only, the remedy comes at a higher price then Jak had originally realized. And
with the presence of Haven�s supposed new hero, he finds that Daxter�s life is
a lot harder then he could have ever imagined. (OC alert. Yaoi alert, in later
chapters. Slightly AU.)

Disclaimer: Don�t own Jak and Daxter. Naughty Dog does.
Lucky bastards.

Work
(A Jak and Daxter Fic)

Chapter One: All Down Hill From Here

�I think that you
should know� that I absolutely refuse to call you Mar. I mean what kinda name
is Mar anyway.�
A pair of familiar
blue eyes blinked slowly; though the intensity of the stare never wavered.
�Ok.�
�Good. Just so
we�re clear.�
With that being
said Daxter returned to the drink in front of him. Jak in turn resettled back
into the comfortable quiet of the empty bar.
He had come to
enjoy these quiet times nowadays. When the truth about his origins was made
known he had no idea how much he had gotten himself into. For one, Ashelin
seemed to double her advances toward him. Not that it hadn�t been clear what
she wanted with him before, but now it was down right scandalous.
With her new
position as Governor of Haven city, the former Krimson Guard General seemed to
believe that if she had Mar�s heir on her arm her position would be sealed. The
people were still weary of any type of rule at this point not that Jak could
blame them. They had even seemed to take his new found status with a grain of
salt.
It wasn�t that Jak
was completely uninterested in Ashelin. He just wanted to take it slow. He
thought that it was pretty obvious that he was not the type to settle down.
Well, not yet anyway.
There just seemed
to be so much more out there. Things he wanted to do and see. Besides, he and
Daxter had too much adventuring left to do. And there was no way that he could
see himself trying to run a city. To be honest he was still just as much of a
mess as Haven himself. Balance be damned, he still some times found him self at
a complete loss when it came to his supposed Dark and Light gifts.
The green blonde
sighed silently. There were other things to focus on at the moment. Like
keeping Daxter from drowning himself in booze. The ottsel was currently curled
up on a pile of napkins snoring softly. Jak grinned lightly at the sight; at
least he�d stopped drinking.
Jak set about
cleaning up the remains glasses and bottles left by customers after locking up.
The Naughty Ottsel was Dax�s bar but more often then naught Jak found himself
and Tess doing most of the managing lately.
Not that Jak was
one to complain. Daxter had been there for most of his life. It was nothing to
be there to help his friend with some as trivial as running a bar when compared
to the things that Jak had dragged his friend through. But he had to wonder why
it was that his friend didn�t seem as interest in the bar anymore.
Daxter had been so
excited about it in the beginning. In fact, lately Daxter hadn�t seemed as
excited about anything lately. Well except getting completely wasted. The
frequency of those episodes hadn�t gone unnoticed by Jak either. There had been
many times when Jak had fixed him mind to say something. To ask his friend what
was wrong. But then Daxter would look at him and say something oh so Dax-like
and he would be fooled. And they�d go on as if nothing was wrong.
The thing was�
there was something wrong. And it had begun to seep into their
friendship. When Dax wasn�t right, Jak wasn�t right. And the longer this went
on the more un-right the two of them would be come. So Jak had made up his mind
yet again that he would find out what was bugging his friend. He stole a glance
at the sleeping ottsel. It seemed that it would have to wait til morning. Or
afternoon at this rate.
Once everything was
in its proper place Jak picked his snoozing partner in crime up and headed for
the back stairs. The two of them shared one of the only two rooms in the top
floor of the bar. It wasn�t so bad actually. The two of them hardly ever slept
when the place was open anyway therefore they never were annoyed by the noise
or the horrendous (though Daxter would never call it that) glow of the Naughty
Ottsel�s mascot. Which just so happened to be right out side their window.
It was on the way
up that Daxter started to stir. He looked up groggily at his much larger friend
and grinned.
�Aww�� He said
drunkenly. �Did ah fall �sleep on da bar again?�
Jak smiled. �Course
not. Ya fell asleep on the napkins this time.�
�Oh�good.�
As they got to the
top of the stairs Jak began to make out a noise that sound suspiciously like
giggling. Jak grinned despite himself but the smile quickly wavered as he
discovered where the sound was coming from.
It seemed that Tess
had company.
Daxter tensed
noticeably in his friend�s arms. Jak hadn�t failed the notice the tension in
the air between Tess and Dax. She had left the bar early that night on her way
to dinner date. It was obvious to everyone accept the blonde woman that Dax
hadn�t been all that happy about it.
Jak had also
noticed that the normally sickening interaction between the two had sort waned
since their last adventure. After which, to everyone�s unending surprise,
instead of wishing to be human again Daxter had asked for a pair of ottsel
fitted pants.
That had taken Jak
completely by surprise even though he had done his best to keep a straight
face. Jak had been given the offer to become a Precursor at one point as well,
but he couldn�t have been more relived that Veger had forcibly taken his place
once he learned the truth behind the Precursor�s Legacy.
He�d never said
anything about it to Daxter though.
But he was still
surprised that his friend had decided to stay an ottsel. Jak had thought that
maybe Daxter was just so excited about being a legendary being that he didn�t
care about it anymore. The older boy had been a bit disappointed however.
Changing Daxter back had been the reason for their first big adventure together
and even with everything that had happened since then it had always been one of
Jak�s goals to get his friend back to normal one day.
But if Daxter was
happy the way he was, who was Jak to say anything about it?
The sour look on
Daxter�s face at the moment however, had caused Jak to think otherwise. The
ottsel turned his nose up and twisted away from the bar tender burying his face
in Jak�s tunic.
�Uh hi Tess� hi�
Jinx.� Jak muttered.
Tess blushed
prettily and returned the greeting shyly. Jinx�s greeting was a bit more
obnoxious however. Jak left to the pair to their own devices as soon as he got
the chance.
�Well, that was��
Jak shuttered slightly as he pushed the door to their room open.
�Some pair, huh?�
Daxter said ruefully.
�Well to each their
own I guess. But I would have never pictured those two together.�
Jak looked down at
the soft bundle of fur in his arms. Daxter wouldn�t even look at him. There was
no way that his shirt was all that interesting.
�Dax?�
�Nothing�s wrong
Jak.�
To this the taller
of the two sighed heavily.
�And that of
course means that something is.�
It had to be about
Tess. Jak had hoped that they had both come to some sort of agreement or
something� He�d hoped that the two of them really were just friends. Friends
with absolutely no boundaries, but friends nonetheless. But maybe he was wrong?
He usually was when it came to other people. But with Dax� He�d always known
what was going on with Dax.
Jak gave up if only
for a little while and made them the both of them comfortable in his bed. You
see, Daxter never slept in his own bed. He said that it was way too big for
such a small creature such as himself. And that since ottsels were such tiny
things that it meant that they didn�t generate much body heat on their own.
And if that didn�t
convince Jak enough to Daxter�s liking he proceeded to go on about how in
nature such a creature would sleep within a group to keep warm. At that point
Jak would roll his eyes and pretend he never asked and Dax would do the same.
For some reason Jak
wasn�t as tired now as he probably should be. He couldn�t get his mind to
settle. But Daxter seemed to be peaceful enough. He could tell by his friend�s
even breaths.
But he couldn�t
sleep. And it wasn�t fair that he was the one that couldn�t rest now. Dax was
the one with the problem.
He hadn�t even
noticed that he was being watched� by a pair of weary, hung over baby blues.
There was a tired
sigh and then:
�Jak�� Daxter
started. �Could you please� please� stop thinking?! I�m trying to sleep here!�
�I�m sorry Dax.�
The older boy�s
gaze lingered a little longer then Daxter would have liked. He was forced to
raise an orange furred brow in response.
�If this is about
Tess then you can just save it alright.� The ottsel said curling back in on
himself. �Because it�s her loss anyway!� He said whipping back around to face
his friend.
�Oh of course!� His
best friend agreed.
�That�s right. I
mean the girl has to be crazy anyway right? Giving up all this!�
�Yeah!� Jak laughed
in response.
�Don�t be surprised
if she comes back running Jakky boy,� his friend said sleepily. �Who wouldn�t
once ya realized that you, my friend, have given up your one chance with Orange
Lightening?�
Jak grinned.
Daxter curled up on
the boy�s chest.
�Now get some sleep
buddy, we�ve got a big day tomorrow.�
And with that Dax
said no more. But the thing was, though as amusing as his little speech had
been, Jak still wasn�t convinced.
�Uh, Jak?�
�Yeah?�
�You�re not
sleeping.�
�Uh no, I�m not.�
�And why is that?�
��
Sigh.
�Not buying it
huh?�
�Uh�nope.�
The silence that
followed was� wrong. Nothing like the ones they usually shared. The comfortable
types that reminded them both of Sandover and sleepovers they had when they
were kids.
�Dax,� Jak said
sitting up. Effectively ruining his friend�s comfy position.
This did not go
over well with Daxter.
�You know Jak.� He
half growled. �I liked it better when you didn�t talk.�
Jak ignored him.
�Just tell me
what�s wrong. Maybe I can help.�
Daxter sat up
hunched over; Jak couldn�t even make out his face. A soft humorless chuckle was
the only response he got in return for his sincere declaration of concern. He
really didn�t know what to make of it. It wasn�t like his friend at all. And it
didn�t help his worry any.
�Come on big guy.�
Jak said running his fingers through his friend�s furry head. �What�s going
on?�
When Dax still
didn�t answer, Jak doubled his ministrations. Ah yes, there was no way to get
his best buddy to do whatever you wanted like the patent pending Jak�s infamous
behind the ear scratch. The key was to apply just the perfect amount of
pressure. With in moments Daxter was putty.
�Cu�ut�it�out Jak!�
He said slapping his hand away.
Jak smiled at first
but it gone as soon as he saw the hurt look on his friend�s face.
�Dax?�
�Look�I�m sorry
okay.� The ottsel said quietly. �I just haven�t been feeling to good lately.�
Well he knew that.
The question was why?
Jak pleading baby
blues were not helping matters for the little guy.
�Do we have to do
this now?� he asked.
�Well, you know
Daxter, I would just let it drop but your aura is disturbing my rest.�
Dax smiled
ruefully. �My aura huh?�
�Yep.� Jak said his
eyes full of the determination that Daxter had always loved and admired.
He was finding that
it wasn�t so great when it was directed toward him.
�Your Chi is in
disarray my friend.� Jak continued, with a straight face mind you. �We must
find the root of your troubles before more damage can be done.� He added
rubbing his much abused hand.
�Well there�s
nothing we can do� your holiness.�
Sigh. �Daxter, Daxter, Daxter.� Jak tisked. �When
has that ever stopped me?�
�You do know that
it�s three in the morning?�
A green brow raised
in response.
�Look, Jak I had my
chance� and I wasted it, okay. It�s over.�
Now Jak was really
confused.
�With Tess?�
�No not with Tess!�
Dax stared into his
friend even more confused gaze. For the love of the Precursors� He loved Jak.
Really he did but the guy could be so thick sometimes. Did he really have to go
into detail about all this?
�With the
precursors! I wished for a fucking pair of pants okay!�
Oh.
�Oh.�
�Yeah, oh.� Daxter
sneered. �And why didn�t you stop me!� He said poking Jak in the chest.
�I�I don�t know
Dax.�
He had been too
surprised to say anything. And disappointed. But he couldn�t tell Daxter that
now. Not when he was as upset as he was.
�If I could take it
back I would.� Daxter began, as serious as Jak had ever seen him. It brought a
strange tightness to his chest.
�But it all seemed
so� I don�t know. Glamorous maybe? Being a mystical being and junk. But that
doesn�t last long once you realize that having orange fur and a tail doesn�t
mean that everyone�s going to be bowing down at your feet. Nope, I�m just still
just plain ol� Daxter. Scratch him behind his ears and you can get him to do
whatever you want.�
Jak felt like he�d
swallowed a whole pot of hot coffee. He face flushed red and he dropped his
head guiltily.
�Um�I�m sorry
Daxter.�
�Oh don�t be. I
went along with it. It really wasn�t so bad at first.�
Jak truly didn�t
know what to say. But for once the silence was killing him.
�So now you see,
there�s nothing even you can do buddy. So just get some sleep.�
Jak sighed but
froze when he realized that Daxter was heading to his own bed. His friend turned
back and smiled weakly at him.
�Maybe you�ll have
a better chance if I keep my disarrayed Chi over here.� He joked lamely.
And with that the
ottsel settled down to rest.
Green brows
furrowed. And he was supposed to sleep now?

Author�s Note: So�um�does it suck. This is my first
attempt at a fic in this fandom and I was a little worried about them being out
of character. I know it was a bit angsty but hey that is the genre.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Work