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All That Glitters	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 7252 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak and Daxter). I make no money from writing this.

Chapter List
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AN: Last chapter this time? Maybe? Second to last? We’ll see.

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GoodMorningBeautiful2005: Samos totally IS in trouble! But we hope Daxxie can keep his toy in the end.

Danielle: I heartily enjoyed the last blooper, myself. I admit it. Glad you liked it!

Kuromei: Erol is a conniving manipulating twerp who is going to get his kneecaps busted if he looks at the ottsels wrong a second time. Prince Jak will not have it! We shall see how daddy Damas reacts to his son’s impending departure…

Tainted_Emerald: Thank you :) It was a nice change of pace to write something with so much action.

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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.

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            Chaos erupted upon the chubby ottsel’s announcement.
            Daxter squealed in disbelief. “Ya mean he’s MINE?” He turned and dove on the prince, thin arms surprisingly strong around Jak’s neck as he squeezed. “Thanks, Pops! I’ll take real good care of him, I promise!”
            His face smashed very lovingly to Daxter’s chest, Jak could only manage an intelligent “Huh?”
            “But you can’t take Jak!” Keira cried, grabbing the green-blonde’s arm and pulling, leaving Jak himself looking rather uncomfortably choked and stretched. “He belongs here! He’s heir to the throne!”
            “If Pops says so, then I can! Sorry, toots.”
            “Over my dead body!” Damas roared, shooting to his feet once more. “I didn’t put up with that brat and his attitude for eighteen years so he could be spirited away and never carry on the family line!”
Torn and Sig likewise leapt up, swords drawn, but neither looked sure what exactly they were supposed to do with them against tiny, fuzzy opposition.
“Hold it, hold it!” The ottsel leader stood up from his cushion, waving his arms and his staff. “Everyone calm down. I knew this would happen. Let’s talk about this like civilized beings, shall we? Lightning,” he huffed, turning to Daxter, “let go of that. He does not ‘belong’ to you, any more than you belonged to him three days ago. We don’t carry grudges. Even though taking him for a slave for a few years actually would be quite fair in this case.”
“Aww…” Pouting, Daxter loosened his hold enough for Jak to breathe.
“Very good. Now then, King Damas. We are not going to abscond with your son and never bring him back. That would be terribly forward of us. No, what we propose will do not only him, but your entire kingdom, some good. We mean to train the boy to channel eco, very like one of us. As Mar’s direct descendant, he should be perfectly able. I’m sure by now you’ve noticed a tendency for him to be more attuned to eco than would be usual?”
Damas paused, still standing uncertainly before the throne. “Well… yes. Jak has quite the talent, on the battlefield and with eco. The only one who can compare to him is Samos here, and he’s a sage.” The king shook his head. “Be that as it may, you cannot take Jak with you! I won’t allow it! We need him here, defending Spargus! You think I’m going to let you walk off with one of our best warriors in the middle of a war?”
The tall, mellow ottsel spoke up. “You have a valid point, Your Highness. But we’ve got an answer for that, too.”
“Oh? Well, by all means, I’d love to hear it. Maybe you’ll lend us an army of little furry soldiers to replace him in the ranks?”
“Don’t get snippy, man.” He flicked an ear unconcernedly. “We fully intend to lend a helping hand. You’re Mar’s people. We won’t leave you high and dry. Besides, the Prophesy didn’t say anything about the Kingdom of Mar getting squished before its rightful heir takes it over.”
“I’m sensing some fuzzy favoritism going on here.” Erol frowned down at the smaller speaker. “My Baron sent me here to either sublimate or overrun this place. Your interference won’t be appreciated.”
“Well maybe your Baron should have left well enough alone when he gained control of Haven,” the ottsel snapped. “You think we—our Masters like wars and conflicts and all that? They don’t, man. It’s damn head enough keeping the powers of the planet in balance without having to worry about bullies like your boss pushing people around.”
Erol and Ashelin were absolutely speechless.
“Now, here’s what we’re gonna do about this.” The messy-haired ottsel looked up to Ashelin. “Young lady, I think you’re Baron Praxis’ daughter, yeah?”
She nodded, looking only a little nonplussed to be speaking to someone a little taller than her knee. “I am. I’m also one of his best dignitaries. I came along on this campaign to try diplomatic approaches, before someone—” she glared at Erol, “—undermined my efforts completely.”
“Well that’s just great, miss. Now you’ve got your chance to be a darn good diplomat.”
“Yes?” Ashelin looked hopeful.
“What we’d like you to do, miss, is stay here in Spargus until the prince is returned. As a gesture of goodwill between the cities.”
Her back stiffened. “You mean as a hostage.”
“No, no. Not like that. We need someone of high standing in Haven, preferably one with some ethics, to stay here as a guest in Spargus. Someone with some clout here will go back to Haven and do the same. Those people will be the tie that binds the kingdoms. There’s no reason why both of them can’t coexist without someone needing to overthrow the other. Now. You’re the Baron’s daughter, and a diplomat, at that. Can you think of somebody better?”
Ashelin rose from the bench, her cloak pushed back over her shoulders. She looked quite lovely in the light of morning, too, Jak decided. “No. No, I can’t.”
“Refuse, Ashelin,” Erol growled. “They can’t demand—”
“Shut up! You have no authority over me!” she cried, glaring back at the commander. “You know and Father knows and the whole damn kingdom of Haven knows that a war with Spargus is the last thing anyone needs right now, but you’re insane and he’s going senile and I will not allow this idiotic conflict to happen! I accept!”
The room seemed to let out a collective breath. Erol bit off what was probably a curse and looked angrily away. Damas finally sat back on his throne, looking a bit dazed. It seemed that the willing cooperation of his enemy’s child had thrown him for a loop.
The elder ottsel nodded approvingly. “Excellent. Then all we need is someone to do the same on the other side.”
Keira’s arm shot into the air, making Jak jump in surprise. “I will! I volunteer!”
Everyone stared.
“What?! You most certainly do not, young lady!” Samos yelled, the butt of his staff striking the flagstone floor with a crack. “The very idea!”
“Oh, Daddy, be quiet.” She turned beseechingly to the ottsel leader. “I may not be Damas’ daughter, but I am the daughter of his most trusted sage and advisor. And it was my father who brought Dax—your kit here in the first place. Please let me help make amends?”
“Are you sure about this?” the ottsel asked her. “It may be hard on you.”
“Of course she’s not sure!” Samos screeched. “Damas, do something about this!”
Keira nodded firmly. “Yes, yes I am. All my life I’ve wanted to see something other than the inside of these city walls. I’m a good fighter and a great mechanic and I know how to talk to people. I’m useful! Please, I want to go!”
Jak sat still, debating with himself. Half of him wanted to jump up and say that it was much too dangerous for his childhood friend to wander into the middle of enemy territory for who knew how long. The other half, the half that made more sense, reminded him of Keira’s curious heart and adventurer’s spirit. She would thrive away from Spargian control, and likely help keep the peace between the cities. It was too logical to ignore.
“Very well.” The elder ottsel nodded his consent. “You’re the one, Keira. Thank you for accepting this task.”
Erol stood smoothly, shoulder to shoulder with Ashelin. “I feel like I need to step in, here. If this little cluster-fuck is really going to be taking place, I need reassurance that Lady Ashelin will be properly protected here in the land of the barbarians. I volunteer to return the favor and ensure that no harm comes to Miss Keira.” He smiled wryly, just a small quirk of the lips. “She’s got spunk, and the wits to pull a fast one on me. I would be willing to be her escort.”
“I really must protest,” Jak growled.
“Overruled,” Damas said immediately. “We don’t have a lot of choice. Though I do warn you, Erol. Those ruins out there beyond the dunes? If these ottsels speak the truth, and I must choose to believe that they do, they would have no problems making sure Haven and those ruins match up pretty nicely. I’d suggest you take good care of our Keira.”
“And I’d suggest you do the same with Ashelin,” Erol shot back.
Ashelin visibly tensed, looking ready to belt Erol in the head and insist that she needed no such protection. However, before she could do so…
“A-hem. Your Majesty?” Torn stepped up beside the throne. He had sheathed his sword and wore the softest expression he had displayed since Jak had come in whole and unharmed. “I would be happy to volunteer. It would be an honor to be the Lady’s companion.”
Damas sighed in relief. “Done. Torn, you’re a mind reader. That’s perfect. She’ll come to no harm with the captain of my guard to see to her.”
Jak half expected the little hellcat to give Torn a sound kick to the balls for his offer. However, she did nothing of the sort. Instead she looked him up and down, head cocked inquisitively to the side like a desert bird. The hint of a blush might have dusted her cheeks when their eyes met. “Thank you, soldier. I’m grateful for your generosity. And you said your name was…?”
“Torn, my lady.” The gruff commander actually smiled back.
Jak sat back on his bench and blinked. Well. That was certainly new. Dare he hope that all this was actually going to work out? And that Torn wasn’t going soft on them?
“With all due respect, Your Highness, I do think it would be prudent to discuss this for a moment. Alone, if possible.” Ah, there was the Torn they all knew and loved.
Damas nodded. “Agreed. Objections?”
The ottsel leader waved them on. “Of course, of course. We understand this is all happening rather fast. Discuss what you must. Lightning, come back here.”
Daxter, who had been slinking after Jak as he rose from the table to follow his father and the others, froze with his fingers barely brushing the hem of the prince’s tunic. “But…”
“This is for the humans to discuss. You just stay right here with us.”
Jak smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Dax. I’ll be right back.”
“When you say ‘don’t worry,’ that usually means I need ta start worrying,” the redhead muttered, pulling his hand back with an almost hurt look.
With a jolt Jak remembered Daxter being pulled away from him not so long ago, frightened and alone and told not to worry. Some advice that had been. He swallowed, then reached out to squeeze his friend’s shoulder. “For real this time. I mean it. Don’t you guys take off without me!”
Daxter smiled, just a little. “Wouldn’t dream of it, pal.”

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As soon as they were all assembled in a small room off the main hall, everyone began to talk at once.
“Shut up! All of you be quiet,” Damas demanded. “One at a time!” There was a general hush. “That’s better. Samos, you can go first.”
The sage promptly flung himself at the king’s feet. “Me, Your Highness! Sacrifice me to the bloodthirsty little beasts! Just don’t let them send my darling daughter away! I’ll put every one of the furry little monstrosities in collars if anything happens to Keira!”
The girl in question rolled her eyes elegantly. “Oh, Daddy, stop that.”
Damas rubbed tiredly at the corners of his eyes. “Disregarding the strange combination of self-sacrifice and violence you just displayed, Samos, I think this is over both of our heads. It seems as though Keria wants to go, and she’s a grown woman, now, hard as that is to believe.”
“But—but—!”
“How do you think I feel?” the king demanded. “My son is going off with a posse of rodents we’d normally be sending to the stew pot!”
“Dad!” Jak yelled. “Knock it off. I want to go, too. I want to learn what they can teach me.” That he wanted to stay by Daxter’s side went unsaid.
“You actually believe that nonsense, then, boy?” Erol asked patronizingly.
“I don’t see you testing whether or not they could blow Haven off the map, asshole,” Jak shot back. “Why shouldn’t I believe them?”
“They’ve got a score to settle, little prince. From what I gather, your idiot sage took one of their own. Go with them and you’ll be sweeping out their rodent holes in chains before the sun sets.”
“Unlike you, not everyone is a backstabber, Erol,” Jak gritted. “Daxter is my… he’s my friend. I have no reason not to trust him. If it’s with him, I’m going. And maybe I’ll come back with what it takes to be this big hero.”
Keira grabbed his hand, smiling warmly. “You’ve already got it, Jak. They’ll just help you give it a polish.”
“Of course he’s got it. We have faith in you, Chili Pepper,” Sig grinned, giving the prince’s shoulder a playful slap that almost knocked him off his feet. “Oops. Sorry.”
Torn sighed deeply, then nodded. “As much as it pains me to say it, they’re right. You’ve got what it takes, Jak. I trained you myself, so I’d know. But, between you and me…” He drew the prince closer, lowering his voice as if wary of being overheard. “Those ottsels are more than they’re letting on. I think most of us have already gathered that by now. What kind of ‘masters’ hang back and let their pets do the negotiating? It boggles my mind, but—I think the ottsels might be the real deal.”
Jak nodded hesitantly. “I think you’re right. But they’re good guys, Torn. I think they’re just afraid of what it could do to their image if everyone knew what they really were. So they use illusion, or something. Maybe. I guess.”
“Smart little weasels. They’ll be excellent allies if you play your cards right with Daxter, Jak. But then, you knew that.”
The prince blushed and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know. I won’t screw up.”
“This still doesn’t resolve the issue of my daughter,” Samos whined, toying nervously with his glasses. “She can’t go out there alone! I insist that someone from Spargus go with her!”
“What about Tess, Daddy? I bet she would go with me if I asked. We could have a real adventure together, and then I wouldn’t be alone.”
“Tess? Tess…” The sage tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Oh, your blonde servant girl?”
“She’s not my servant; she’s my best friend besides Jak!” Keira cried indignantly. “We explore the city together all the time! Plus, she’s great with weapons. With both her and Erol, a tumbleweed wouldn’t dare touch me.”
Damas nodded. “Done. The sooner we get all this straightened out the sooner the Haven troops can leave, and the sooner that volatile wall of energy gets taken down from around my city. No one has anything else they’d like to say before we’re back in audience with the furry ones? Speak now, if you do.”
No one did, though Samos looked less than pleased about the whole thing.
“Good. Let’s go. Jak, if you’re really set on going with these creatures, you’d best run up and get some of your things. Gods only know how long you’ll be gone.”
It was a sound suggestion, and with a nod Jak ran from the room. He was more excited by now than anything. An adventure with his friend lay ahead! For the first time since his early childhood he would go beyond the desert, and like Keira he was entirely thrilled by the prospect.
Upon entering his rooms, Jak found that someone had managed to get in and clean them. The bed was made, the balcony doors were shut, and the rocks all over the floor had been removed. He was glad; it would be weird to hare off into the blue knowing that his little corner of the universe had been left a mess.
It took no time at all for him to stuff a pack with extra clothes. He already had his cloak and his sword, and the only mismatched armor he ever wore was already on his body. He wouldn’t have to take much. Looking around the room one last time, though, Jak spotted something out of place.
In the corner, mostly covered by the sweep of the bed curtains, was Daxter’s broken slave collar. The gold glinted as Jak picked it up, turning it over in his hands. How much things had changed in the span of just a few days. After a moment of thought he slipped the mangled metal ring over his hand and up his arm, where it fit neatly over his bicep like any other shiny, frivolous ornament. Then, without looking back, he headed for the throne room.

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            There was a buzz of activity when Jak reappeared. The general mood seemed to be much improved. He had even passed a few servants on the way down, who had come out of hiding to investigate their strange guests from the shadows in the halls around the throne room. Jak smiled as he stepped around a kitchen boy gawking at the tall, shining figures near the wall, while the little girl next to him gasped with delight at the ottsels conversing animatedly among themselves.
            Daxter noticed his friend’s return almost immediately. His ears went up and a relieved grin rushed onto his face as Jak walked over with his pack in tow. “Took ya long enough, big guy! I was thinkin’ ya fell asleep somewhere again.”
            “Got worried I wasn’t coming, huh?” Jak teased.
            “Me, worried? Ha! Sure, pal. I knew you’d be here, because I also happen ta know that you find me irresistible.”
            Jak chuckled. “You bet, Dax.”
Off to one side, Samos was lecturing Keira and her friend Tess.
“Listen, girls, I want you to stick together at all times, you hear me? No wandering around alone, no talking to strange men, no taking candy from strangers, no nothing! I want you to write as often as possible—send a letter with anyone passing through. And I’ll come visit soon, don’t you worry!” The old man looked to be choking back tears.
“Of course, Daddy. Don’t worry so much.” Keira smiled fondly, stooping a bit to hug her father. “We’ll be fine, won’t we, Tess?”
The bubbly blonde nodded enthusiastically. “Like, wow, Keira! We’re going to have so much fun! I can’t wait to see what Haven is like! I hear they have all kinds of technology there. Maybe I can get some tips on making my weapons better!”
“I know! I’m hoping I can get a workshop set up and start working on some machines there! I just know there are better ways to get around than leaper lizards and flut fluts, and if I can just perfect my zoomer machine, I—”
“You’re not taking this seriously!” Samos yelled, flailing his staff.
Daxter nodded their direction in amusement. “Somebody’s got his panties in a pinch. Hey… that blonde’s kinda cute.”
“You’re kind of sweet on blondes, aren’t you? Well, don’t even think about it,” Jak warned with a grin. “Handle the one you’ve got first.”
“Oh, I think I’ll be able ta handle ya just fine, smart guy. With a little more practice first, of course.”
Slowly the scattered groups began to come together near the throne. Samos and the girls, already packed and chattering happily, came to stand near Erol, who looked at his new charges with both amusement and trepidation. Torn and Ashelin, who had been talking quietly in the patch of eco-colored sunlight beneath one of the high windows, drifted over, shoulder to shoulder. Damas and Sig halted their conversation as Jak, Daxter, and the three ottsels rounded out the party.
“I suppose this is goodbye, then,” Damas mused, looking around the motley assemblage. “Temporarily, of course. Jak, Keira, do us proud. You represent Spargus now. I’ll expect to hear good things when you come back.”
“You’ll hear good things long before that, Your Highness,” the ottsel leader observed cheerfully, slowly beginning to rotate his small staff in an almost hypnotic pattern. “I have a feeling they’ll stay in touch better than you think. And have no fear for your young ladies, all of you. We’ll be… monitoring the situation, let’s say. We have our subtle ways.”
“Noted,” Erol said dryly. “Let’s be on our way, then. I’d like to get the army packed and marching by sundown. The sooner we tell Praxis what’s happened, the sooner I quit wondering just how badly he’ll react. If you would kindly lower that wall of eco, furry ones?”
“It’ll fall when you get to the edge. So no funny business with those troops of yours, man.” The lanky ottsel raised a hand tin farewell. “Later days, Keira. Take care of yourself. And hey, next time we run into each other you’ve gotta finish that shoulder rub you started, lady. You’ve got some wicked awesome hands.”
Keira laughed, shouldering her pack and tool kit. “You bet, Surfer.”
“You’re on first name basis?” Jak asked incredulously as she turned to him.
“Hey, we had to make some kind of conversation while we waited for you and Daxter to get back.” Her mock frown turned into a familiar smile as she threw her arms around his neck. “I’ll miss you, Jak. Take care. You too, Daxter! Make sure he learns a lot from you guys!”
“No prob. He’ll do great. Not as great as me, but still pretty great.”
Jak chuckled and let her go. “I’ll work hard, I promise. See you soon, Keira.”
With one last hug and kiss for Samos, who looked likely to swoon, Keira grabbed Tess by the hand and ran to Erol’s side with a cheerful grin. He shrugged, almost philosophic, and pulled on his gloves. Jak watched their backs as they walked down the passage, around a corner, and out of sight.
“She’ll be fine, Jak.” Daxter nudged him with a bony elbow. “Pops won’t let anything happen to her. He knows it’ll be war from this side if Praxis tried somethin’, and stoppin’ a war is exactly what this is about.”
“I know. She’s a little terror, too. She’d be more likely to shatter someone’s skull than be a victim.”
“Raised around here with you bloodthirsty types, I believe it.”
Their voices had softened as they stood so close. Damas and the ottsels were talking again. Torn, Sig, and even Ashelin chimed in intermittently. As the boys watched a small gleam of eco spun off from the elder ottsel’s staff, rotating into an ever larger mass of swirling energy. Jak watched it with interest.
“That’s a portal he’s makin’, big guy. That’s how they got into the palace this morning and how we’re headin’ out. They’re pretty fun ta play with.” Daxter’s hand was hovering somewhere around Jak’s own, their arms brushing. “This is gonna be so great, Jak. We’ll have a ball together. You’ll love where we live. It’s cushy, and green, and there’s flowers and trees and a little lake we can swim in and—hey. What is that?”
“What’s what?”
“What is that thing on your arm?” The redhead frowned, poking at the collar around Jak’s bicep. “It’s that damn collar that was on me, isn’t it? I thought you threw that disgusting thing away!”
“Yeah, yeah, I did,” Jak hastily tried to explain himself. “I found it up in my room. Don’t worry, it’s not going to touch you or anything anymore. I just thought I’d hold onto it.”
“Why keep it at all? It’s worthless now, and it is also my Most Hated Object Ever, so it would be real great if you’d chuck it out the window or bury it in a hole or somethin’.”
Jak’s ears fell. “Oh. Okay. I was just holding onto it because… I don’t know. Maybe to remind myself how much better things could have been if I hadn’t tried to treat you like my pet all those years. Definitely to remind myself to treat everyone with respect, no matter what they seem like at first glance.” He rotated the gold ring around his arm ruefully. “But if you want me to get rid of it, I will. I totally understand why you hate it.”
Daxter had gone quiet. He looked a little stunned. “Jak?”
“Yeah?”
“Never mind what I said. Keep the thing, fer now. I have an idea what we can do with it. And in the meantime… I know what you can do ta make it up to me for the slave-boy pet business.”
“What?” Jak asked softly, eager to please as Daxter stepped forward.
Near the newly-formed portal, the ottsels and humans were making their final farewells. The ottsel leader held up a friendly hand, and Damas knelt to shake it with a small smile on his face.
“Take care of my son, if you would. He’s got a bit of an attitude, and he can be a slacker, but he’s a good boy. He’ll be a fine ruler someday, Precursors willing.”
“You can be sure they are willing, Your Highness,” the ottsel chuckled. “Quite willing indeed. Well! We had best be getting along. Are we ready, boys?” The other ottsels nodded, stepping up to the portal.
“Jak, come say goodbye to your father!” Torn called, looking around for his errant charge with a frown. “Jak? Now where have you—oh my gods.”
Everyone turned and stared.
Jak had lifted Daxter almost off his feet, arms hugging the redhead’s torso tightly. Daxter’s hands had disappeared into emerald-golden hair, petting and clutching as the two kissed fiercely, as if the very polarity of the earth held them together. Oblivious to everyone and everything else, they were in a world of their own.
“Oh, my… well… goodness,” the elder ottsel sputtered, wide-eyed. “I didn’t quite realize that… er, that is, that they… the Prophesy was rather vague on just HOW close our kits would be, I suppose—”
“What are they doing?” Dummy asked confusedly, pulling up his cap for the first time to get a better look.
Surfer immediately pushed it back down. “Nothing you need to worry about, dude. Trust me.”
Damas clapped a hand over his eyes, hanging his head in deepest resignation. Blushing, Ashelin looked down at her boots. Sig, grinning like an idiot, looked up at the windows.
“Disgraceful,” Samos tutted petulantly. “Just disgraceful.”
Torn coughed loudly, red in the face. “A-hem!”
With a start, Jak and Daxter pulled apart. They stared for a long moment before both began to chuckle helplessly.
“What?” Jak grinned meekly as Daxter laughed. “He started it.”

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“I want a grape!”
“Of course. Here you go.” Jak dutifully lowered the cluster of fruit so that Daxter, with his head in the older boy’s lap, could bite one off.
The sun was warm, but the bower Daxter had chosen in the corner of the stone courtyard, overgrown with flowering plants and trees, was pleasantly shady. Jak was comfortable in the knee-length loincloth he wore. It was no hotter in the ottsels’ jungle refuge than it had been in the desert, but the humidity was stifling sometimes. Jak lifted a hand to wipe his brow. The golden cuff around his wrist sparkled brilliantly in a stray sunbeam slanting though the growth around them.
The days had seemed to pass in a blur. It was hard for the prince to believe that he had already been living with Daxter and the ottsels for over a month. They had been incredibly kind to him in every way—he felt as if he were almost a part of their little family, and Daxter had assured him that that was the way he was supposed to feel. It was… nice.
“Jak?” A hand slipped up to tug at the green-blonde’s arm, Daxter’s matching cuff gleaming in the light.
Jak chuckled, reaching into the bowl beside him. “Another? You better sit up if you’re going to keep eating these things. You’ll choke.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The redhead sat up, stuck his tongue out at Jak, and then opened his mouth. Jak obligingly popped another grape into it. “Y’know, big guy, I could totally get used ta this. You can stay here forever. I won’t mind, I promise.”
Jak laughed. “I’m sure you wouldn’t. But I know a few people that would. I have a kingdom to inherit, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” The redhead, who still spent infinitely more time as a redhead than as an ottsel, rolled his eyes and sighed. “Can’t blame a guy fer tryin’.” He scooted closer until he was leaning against the prince on their little stone bench. “Jak?”
“Hmm?”
“What if Keira really does fall fer that Erol guy? She might wanna stay in Haven forever workin’ with her machines and stuff. What’ll you do then?”
“I suppose I’ll have to talk some other woman into helping me rule a kingdom and raise a kid. Why?” Jak fondly petted a hand through red hair as Dax leaned his head on a tanned shoulder.
Coquettishly Daxter ran a finger up Jak’s arm, lightly tickling the fine hairs there.   “Well, I was just thinkin’. You don’t really hafta do that. I’ll help ya run the kingdom. It’ll be fun! Pops says we’re supposed to stay together so the humans will be more in tune with the planet and yadda yadda yadda. So you don’t need a lady at all, see?”
“Oh, really. And what about a kid to carry on the kingdom of Mar after me?”
Daxter smiled brightly. “I can do that, too. How hard can kids be?”
Jak laughed helplessly. “Daxter, you do know that human males can’t have children by themselves, right? A woman has to be involved somewhere. That’s just how it goes.”
“Oh.” The redhead frowned. “Well, how about the next ottsel that’s made, we take him and make him our kit like Pops did me?”
“Listen. I’ll make you a deal. You can turn yourself into a human, right? Well, figure out how you and me can have a kid of our own that looks human, and I swear I will never flirt with anybody else ever again.” Enjoying the teasing, Jak pulled his friend closer to ruffle his hair further. “Sound like a plan?”
“Totally!”
“Shake on it?” the prince asked, still grinning.
“Heck no.” Reaching quickly up, startling the green-blonde in the process, Daxter grabbed him by the ears and pulled him down, nose to nose. “Kiss on it!”
And Jak did as he was told.

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The End

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(2^nd)AN: Don’t let them fool you, lolling around making the kissy face at each other. Ottsel Leader is actually working their tails off. They just ran off here for some alone time. Slackers.

There WILL be an extra little epilogue over on adult fan fiction dot net. Yep, there will be a love scene. I can’t resist by this point. They’re just too cute together.

Outtakes!

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Damas: You can’t take Jak! He’s my one accomplishment in life!

Ottsels: …

Damas: Yes, alright, I realize how pathetic that sounds. But to be fair, Samos was about to say the same thing.

Samos: Hey!

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Torn: I would be honored to be Miss Ashelin’s escort.

Ashelin: Well, at least someone in this place has manners. *primps*

Erol: Don’t be fooled, man. She wears spiked boots and likes to hit me!

Jak: Oh, well. They’ll be in good company.

Torn: (smacks Jak)

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Torn: Oh my God, they’re making out! My eyes! I’m blind! Sig, I’m blind! Do something!

Sig: If you’re blind, can I have your real cool sunglasses?

Damas: (to ottsel elder) If Jak pulls that crap around you guys, please. Don’t hesitate to turn the hose on him.

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Jak: Uh, Dax, you do realize that you can only make babies with a man and a woman.

Dax: Doesn’t mean we can’t practice! Now drop your pants.

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Jak: Look, I’m very flattered you’d want to share a kid with me, but I doubt you’d want to turn yourself into a human girl and actually do the job, am I right?

Dax: …

Jak: I don’t like it when you ponder.

Dax: Would I be a pretty girl? *hopeful eyes*

Jak: *facepalm*

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