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His Dreamcatcher	By : rye-chan Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do NOT own ANYTHING from the Jak and Daxter video games, nor do I make ANY profit from my stories…I just have a LOT of fun with them! >:D

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Chapter One:
Found and Fractured
His whole body trembled with the after affects of the latest dark eco treatment. He could barely open his sapphire eyes and hardly register any full sound, simply picking up bits and pieces of beeping, still whirring metal, and two voices he despised with every fiber of his being. He did have a vague recollection of being called useless and then the broken apart sentence of “dispose of” before feeling a hand gripping his shirt and pulling at him harshly, his arms and wrists straining from the metal cuffs.
“I’ll be back to finish you off later.” He heard those words of hate and unspoken violence quite clearly before being released to fall back onto the experimentation table he was still strapped down on. He knew what those words implied and also, the second time around, no one would have any reason to stop it from happening…completely this time.
He grit his teeth together hard trying his damnedest to keep fearful, pain filled, and depressed tears from escaping. He wished so many times in the past two years that he would just die where he lay and be free from all the torment, torture, and pain…but it never happened. Not back at the beginning of the experiments and not at the finally reached ending. There was no escape for him. What made things even worse though, was the fact that he lost his best friend.
Jak had no idea what fate Daxter had fallen to. There had been no word or even a sound of a feisty orange ottsel reeking chaos and havoc. That absence left the emerald-blonde without hope that his friend was even still alive. He stifled a sob that almost escaped and forced his thoughts to cease. He didn’t want to think anymore, didn’t want to live. Finally, exhaustion from the experiments topped with the physical and mental trauma, the trapped teen began to fall into unconsciousness as a set of tears fell free just before blue eyes closed.
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As the free-flying hover-vator reached the peninsula, alert blue eyes darted around the metallic prison in search of any Krimson Guards that may have been near by. All was clear and the fuzzy orange ottsel quickly scurried onto the metal floor where the experiment table was bolted down. He was silently stunned at his friend’s condition and new look but the ottsel was more concerned with his self-appointed mission: rescue Jak.
“Hey buddy, you see any heroes around here?” Daxter asked lightly as climbed around the emerald-blonde’s muscular chest. Jak barely responded as he felt a familiar and light weight stepping across his body. He tried moving but failed; still held down by the metal cuffs. Instead he opened his bleary blue eyes and tried to see what was both strange and familiar. Could he be hallucinating? Daxter wasn’t happy with the response he received. “Well that’s a fine hello! Is that the best you can do?! Here I’ve been crawling around this hell hole risking my tail, literally, to save YOU! I’ve been looking for you for two years!! Say something, just this once!” Daxter started out sounding dramatically affronted and a bit peeved but, toward the end of his rant, he sounded desperate…scared even. It was that desperate and fearful voice that shocked Jak into full consciousness and released a furious rage in the process.
“I’m gonna kill Praxis!” The emerald-blonde all but yelled as his blood began to boil. Hot, so hot he was panting as he squirmed on the experimentation table. Every single muscle and tendon was strung taut as he felt something like a liquid fire burn through his body; he couldn’t think straight and could barely register that his friend was covering his mouth.
“Shhhhh! First we gotta get you outta here. Let’s try and get these cuffs off-” Daxter didn’t get a chance to finish speaking, a flash of dark eco stunning him into silence just before Jak arched up off the table. The ottsel quickly jumped to the floor and watched in slight horror as his best friend changed into a dark eco monster. This new, darker Jak broke through his restraints like they were nothing but wet paper. Heart racing in fear, Daxter slowly backed away as his changed friend stood up and locked his eyes on him.
“Um…j-Jak?” Dax stuttered out as he stared into jet-black pools of obsidian that were his friend’s new eyes, “Jak, you okay? You remember me?” The ottsel squeaked out nervously as the dark hero slowly approached him with his newly acquired long, razor-sharp claws raised and ready to strike, “It’s your old pal Daxter!” Dax yelled in fear as he closed his eyes and cowered, waiting for the strike that would turn him into an ottsel cabob. He heard the roar and then…
“Daxter?” Blue eyes snapped open to see Jak reverting back to his original self. The emerald-blonde looked dazed for a bit and rather wobbly o his feet but the ottsel was just relieved to have his best fried back to the way he was…well, almost.
“Jeez! What the hell was that?! Remind me not to piss you off. Anyway, let’s get outta here. By the way, I got you some new threads. Put ‘em on.” Daxter said in his usual demanding way. It was a feeling of normalcy that Jak had missed for far too long a time.
While his friend changed, Daxter took the opportunity to take in the new appearance of his childhood partner-in-crime. His emerald-blonde hair was longer now, reaching just passed his shoulders; he had gained quite a strong physique that almost hid the slight malnourishment (likely a consequence of an angry Barron whose experiment wasn’t showing immediate results), but his eyes were what changed the most. Once so bright and an inquisitive sapphire blue that always held an excitement for adventure; now they held an angry glare that was strong enough to send a chill down someone’s spine and, when paying close attention, a deep rooted pain, sorrow, and an unknown fear. These changes made Daxter wonder just what the hell happened to his best friend while they were separated those two long years. He wanted to ask so badly but knew it was too soon; the wounds still far too close to the surface.
“Daxter?” The ottsel in question jumped in surprise upon hearing his name.
“Uh, yeah pal?” Dax asked as he realized his friend was finished changing clothes.
“You…were staring.” Jak stated quietly as he shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. The orange fur-ball cocked his head to the side slight confusion.
“Uh, does that really bother you, pal?” Daxter questioned as Jak averted his gaze to the floor. Then a realization hit: for two years the emerald-blonde had been the focus of torture via dark eco and the center of a madman’s obsession. In other words, all eyes were on him for a long time. Fuzzy orange ears fell sadly as their owner quickly climbed up to his friend’s shoulder. “Sorry Jak. I didn’t think before I opened my big mouth.”
Jak smirked surprisingly playfully, “Nice to know some things will never change.”
“Ha ha, very funny. You feel like moving or would you rather hang around a little longer? Maybe drop by the prison gift shop or something.” The ottsel countered with his own smirk and was pleased to hear his friend chuckle.
“I think I’ll pass.” Jak replied as he headed for the ventilation shaft and to his finally found freedom.
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Jak glared dangerously and dealt with the old man known as Kor a bit harshly. It was strange to watch as Daxter was used to his mellow, adventurous, and quiet friend. Two years as a test subject however, ultimately made some rather angry and violent personality adaptations. Although, once the emerald-blonde became a darker version of his self and took out some Krimzon Guards, he seemed to calm down a bit. The dark change (though handy) made Jak rather uneasy even though the ottsel thought it was actually pretty cool (when those claws weren’t directed at him).
Unfortunately, with each dark out, Dax could tell his buddy was withdrawing from everyone around him. Becoming a dark eco monster scared the fighter especially since he almost attacked his best friend and rescuer. Daxter had to put a stop to that; though he just wasn’t sure how to do it yet. It was actually rather frustrating but he would figure it out at some point...he had to. After all he didn’t want to lose the only thing that meant anything to him again.
As they made their way through the Slums of Haven City, Daxter thought about the best way to keep his best buddy from closing him out. Meeting Torn, getting the Barron’s flag, and then receiving their first “mission” (if you could even call it that); what guaranteed the ottsel wasn’t shut out like others turned out to be a ride through the water pipe. Jak was ready to say some sarcastic remark or other and close to actually laughing at his foolish friend but Daxter put a quick stop to both.
“Don’t say it! Don’t even chuckle!” Dax started as he sat up weakly from his unwanted and extremely uncomfortable “ride” and glared at his friend, “Next time YOU turn the valve.” The orange fuzz ball flopped back to the ground as his buddy rolled his eyes.
“Are you planning on lying around all day or trying to be a metal head meal?” The emerald-blonde asked with a smirk. His answer was a glare as Daxter meandered back to his spot on Jak’s shoulder.
Torn was surprisingly happy about the success of the Slums water returning but it was short lived. It didn’t take long before he was throwing the two friends another mission to complete and sending them on their way. Rescue Vin, destroy metal head eggs, deliver payment to Krew, start working for the floating beach ball, get new toys to take down metal heads and Krimzon guards…the list went on and on. However, between all the missions and side jobs, Jak hardly took more than a few minutes rest and Daxter was worried.
During a break in the Hip Hog Heaven Saloon, Jak and Daxter were enjoying the rare empty and peaceful silence in the bar (Krew off doing who knew what and Sig likely out on a mission of his own). The ottsel took the chance to note just how exhausted his best friend really was. With his head leaning back against the wall of the booth, eyes closed, Jak looked ready to fall asleep right then and there. Dark circles were beginning to form under his eyes, a very clear sign that he was in need of damn good good-night’s sleep.
“Hey Jak?” Dax called quietly not wanting to startle his exhausted companion.
“Mm?” The emerald-blonde sounded like he was ready to fall asleep any second…but the ottsel knew better.
“Why don’t we go to our place and take a nap? Better there than in a bar booth right?” Neither he nor Jak were fond of their temporary “home” Torn had assigned to them but it was better than not having a place to go at all.
Their house (if you could call it that) was a large single room located in the water-slums area. It was set back near the oracle’s building so the traffic (if any) was minimal or sometimes nonexistent. That also meant the noise level was very low and surprisingly peaceful. Their place was also furnished with the bare essentials: a rickety and overused table with two chairs, an old double-size bed, a refrigerator; a very small kitchen with minimal counter space and five cupboards beneath it, one six drawer dresser, and a very small bathroom complete with: a toilet, small sink, and a one-person stand-up shower without a curtain. It was a bit drafty too but it was theirs and that’s all that mattered to Daxter.
“That’s alright Dax, I’m not even tired.” Jak said as he slowly opened his blue eyes like it was the hardest thing he had ever done. The ottsel wasn’t impressed.
“Come on Jak! Do you really expect me to believe that? Look at you! You’re exhausted! You need to get some sleep!” Daxter ranted angrily as he crossed his fuzzy arms and glared. A small, tired, and rarely seen smile spread across the emerald-blonde’s handsome face.
“I’m fine, Dax; really.” Jak responded and Daxter swore he saw a glimmer of unease flash through his buddy’s tired gaze. The ottsel sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides and face his face and ears droop sadly. Jak looked at him in concern before bringing his little friend to face him again, “I mean it Daxter. I’m okay.”
“You better be.” Dax responded before leaning forward and hugging his best friend tight around his neck. He was pleased when he felt a strong, warm arm wrap around his slim body and smiled softly. What he didn’t see was Jak’s warm smile as he gently held onto his fuzzy best friend and most precious thing in his new life.
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An hour later, the boys had taken to playing a game of cards until Sig and Tess returned. Almost immediately upon seeing the very pretty and very busty blonde, Daxter leapt up and started telling a tall-tale of him beating down a group of metal heads alone. It was funny to Jak that the number of the attack force and the number defeated began at ten and ended at twenty. Sig was amused and decided to offer Daxter a chance to really prove his stuff. The Wastelander explained about a special group of combat metal heads in Haven Forest that were damn near impossible to see; he said he’d really be impressed if they were all taken out.
“Uh…sure, okay.” Daxter agreed and was mentally kicking his own ass as he glanced over at his exhausted friend. What the hell was I thinking?! For all Dax noticed, Jak didn’t look the slightest bit perturbed but he was still worried. Shortly after the challenge, the boys were heading out to the forest; a place Jak actually enjoyed visiting no matter the reason. It was almost like being back home only without the ocean.
Cruising along on the hover-bike, it took the boys about twenty minutes to reach Haven Forest from the bar. The closer they came to their destination though, the antsier Daxter became. Jak could sense his friend’s unease and didn’t understand why he was getting so anxious. Of all the battles with metal heads and fights with Krimzon guard units, Daxter never once was nervous. It just didn’t make any sense.
“Daxter?”
“Yeah pal?” The ottsel asked as he glanced sidelong at his buddy.
“What’s wrong? You’re really uneasy.”
“Uh…” Dax really didn’t know how to answer. If he was honest and told the emerald-blonde what was bothering him, he would be getting a predictable answer that he really didn’t want to hear, “I’m just…worried about ya buddy. I mean…ya really look ready to drop.”
“I told you I’m fine Dax.” And there it was. The ottsel laid his fuzzy ears back in annoyance as he sighed. Figures. Knew that one was coming.
Jak did his best to reassure his furry friend but didn’t get far. Almost immediately upon entering the forest, they were being shot at from near invisible enemies. Jak ducked, dodged, and dived to avoid the near constant shots with Daxter clinging to his shoulder armor for dear life. It seemed like hours had passed before the final metal head was taken down and the emerald-blonde fighter was beyond exhausted. Due to his friend’s earlier concerns though, Jak did his best to keep his intense fatigue hidden; he tried to keep his lungs from heaving for air and to act completely calm and unfazed.
However, his entire body was trembling now, his chest ached from the forced steadying of breaths, and his heart was racing faster than a racing zoomer at top speed. Every movement hurt like hell, his muscles so sore from near constant motions and very little rest. Deciding it best to sit down and take a very much needed break, Jak took a seat near the edge of the peninsula closest to the side of the forest with the large tree.
For a moment Jak just closed his eyes and listened to the world around him. He could hear Daxter rustling along in the grass near by, the wind blowing through the trees and his hair, and the sound of the minute waves lightly brushing against the small, grassy shore line. A small smile broke out across the hero’s face as every sound reminded him of his and Daxter’s real home. It brought a sense of calm and peace to the fighter that he had not felt in over two years.
“Hey Jak!” Hearing Dax’s voice suddenly made the emerald-blonde jump slightly as he snapped his eyes open.
“Y-yeah Dax?” Jak’s heart was racing again and took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm it down again; he only succeeded in getting lightheaded.
“I didn’t notice before but…this place kinda reminds me of home a little. Ya know, except for the occasional metal head clear-outs we gotta do.” The ottsel spoke as he gazed up at the large tree atop the tall hill that overlooked the lake behind Jak.
“Yeah it does.” Jak’s voice was low and quiet in response, “Dax, I think we should go soo-” The emerald-blonde didn’t get a chance to finish speaking. As he stood up, everything began to spin around him at an alarming rate. He gripped onto his head, slightly bent forward with his mouth set tight into a painful grimace. Everything was spinning so fast, his head was pounding like a thousand jackhammers were going off, and his whole body was trembling once again. Daxter said something just then but he couldn’t hear it; it wouldn’t register. All he heard was the sound of rushing wind in his ears and then the loud splash as he hit the water.
It was…quiet, so quiet beneath the surface of the water and so cold. It was the quiet and the weightlessness that made him feel like he was floating but the cold and lack of oxygen reminded him that he was drowning. Daxter… He needed to save himself, to swim to the surface and get back to his small friend. He couldn’t leave Dax alone again but…he couldn’t move. His body wouldn’t move no matter what he tried and he was beginning to lose his concentration. Before he lost all thought and everything around him went dark, Jak saw a vague image of a pale person reaching down to him and grabbing onto his wrist.
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Daxter watched his friend finally sit down and take a break…a much needed break. Not long after they finished off the last metal head, Jak looked ready to drop right then and there. It was a hugely massive relief to the ottsel that the hero was taking it easy…for however brief a time. With a sigh, Daxter temporarily left Jak’s side and took to exploring the grassy area.
This place was surprisingly peaceful and he told Jak it reminded him of their home a bit. It was actually reassuring to find such a place in Haven and even more surprising. He wouldn’t mind living in the area, truth be told. Maybe Jak would want to live here too! The idea was too much to resist and he wanted to ask his friend about it right away.
“Hey Jak!” The ottsel called out as he raced to his best buddy only to freeze in shock a few feet away. Jak was on his feet again but this time…this time he was falling, “Jak!!” Daxter screamed out his friend’s name as he watched the older teen fall into the deep water below.
“NO, NO, NO! WHAT DO I DO?! WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?!?” Daxter was panicking, looking in every direction for someone, ANYONE, who could save his best friend from drowning…but there was no one beside himself, “I’M COMING JAK!!!”
With barely a second thought, Daxter darted forward and dove off the brink of the peninsula. His only thought was of saving Jak and just before hitting the water’s surface, felt a searing heat engulf him. With an unnoticeably large splash, Daxter dove through the frigid water and swam deeper until he finally reached his unconscious friend. He quickly grabbed his friend’s wrist and found, to his utter shock, that he was furless and normal again.
Blue eyes practically bugged out of his skull before realizing that saving Jak took precedence. With vigor he hadn’t felt in a very long time, Daxter pelted through the water and breached the surface in a matter of seconds. He quickly pulled Jak to the grassy shore and hauled the still bigger teen as far out of the cold water as he could (up to the hero’s knees).
“Jak! Jak!” Dax called loudly as he leaned over his still unconscious friend, shaking him, “Come on pal, wake up! Open your eyes!” He received no response then realized the hero wasn’t breathing.
“No! Come on Jak, please!” Finally the red-head covered the emerald-blonde’s mouth with his own, pinched his nose closed, and breathed a deep breath into the unresponsive hero’s lungs. There was a jolt, then a shudder, and suddenly Jak was coughing up water. Daxter quickly turned his friend onto his side to prevent him from choking on the expelling water, “Easy pal, easy. You okay?”
The red-head patiently sat beside Jak, waiting for an answer as the hero coughed a bit longer. Moments later, the emerald-blonde gave one final cough, shuddered heavily, and then went still as he focused on taking slow, careful breaths. His lungs felt like they were on fire and his entire body felt heavy, including his eyelids. Then something suddenly registered: he recalled hearing his friend say something to him but couldn’t remember what it was.
“Dax?” Jak called, his voice weak as he tried opening his eyes.
“Yeah pal. I’m right here.” Daxter answered immediately as he leaned forward slightly to check on his downed friend. He could tell the hero was struggling with opening his eyes and felt his heart wrench in sorrow. He really couldn’t stand seeing his best friend suffering, “Just take it easy, okay pal? I’ll get us back to our place in no time.” Jak heard those words and nodded ever so slightly before he finally gave in to his exhaustion and passed out cold.
Dax sighed sadly before reaching for Jak’s bag and pulling out the communicator. He knew he was going to need help moving his friend even in his re-acquired normal state; Jak was just too heavy for him alone to carry. He needed Sig and that’s exactly who he called. There were quite a few questions thrown at the red-head about his new appearance, Jak’s condition, what had happened, and so forth. The questions only stopped when Daxter finally snapped and told the Wastelander (in a none-too pleasant tone) that Jak was developing a fever and he needed to get him to bed to rest.
After the call was complete, it was a matter of minutes before Daxter heard the familiar sound of a hover van like the one the Krimzon guard used for moving their units around the city in mass amounts. The only difference between them was that this vehicle was painted black with teal and silver streaks along the sides. Krew probably stole it and re-did the paint job. The red-head thought with a huff.
“Okay cherry; let’s get you two outta here. Uh, by the way, you might wanna put this on.” Sig said as he climbed out of the driver’s seat and handed the red-head a blue robe before going over to help get Jak in the hover-van. Daxter didn’t say anything as pulled the robe on, covering his naked and shivering body. He sat with his friend the entire ride back to the water-slums section of the city, constantly checking on him and making sure he was still okay.
It took some time to get back to their “home”, Sig being careful about speeding so as not to get pulled over or alert the Guard to them. When they finally arrived, the Wastelander scooped Jak up like a baby and brought him into the shack. Once they got Jak inside, Dax stripped him of his wet clothes and covered him up with the blanket then turned to Sig, “Look, I…first, thanks for coming man. Second: please don’t tell anyone about me being…well, me again.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. You just take care of your friend. I’ll come back and check on you boys in a few days, alright? And if you need anything, you know what to do.” Sig gave Dax an overly strong pat on the back and he almost hit the floor. Sig chuckled at the disgruntled look he received then left. Again, Daxter sighed as he walked over the bed and sat down beside his best buddy.
“Sleep well, Jak. You deserve it.” With that said the formal ottsel lay down beside the hero, curled up against him, and fell into a peaceful slumber.
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