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

Author�s
Note: I thought
that you should know��non italic text� means vocal dialogue� and �italic text�
means mental dialogue. Oh and I have been informed that it was not made very
clear in this fic that Tess is not an ottsel. The Precursors never
changed her into one� but don�t worry, Veger�s still one. *grins* So
here�s chapter 3, it started out so bad I almost trashed the whole thing but it
end so well it totally makes up for it. *is proud* But you�ll have to
decide for yourselves�

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Chapter Three: Sic Transit Gloria (Glory
Fades)

Seem had promised
him a favor. It was well known that the monk was never one to owe favors. So
Jak saw this mission as a perfect opportunity. He�d been informed that the
temple was being over run again. During their last big adventure Jak had put
quite a dent in the metal head population in the Wastelands, the temple
included. But with time going on, as time seems to do, the temple had
apparently become too inviting for a few of the smaller creatures to resist.
They were becoming a pain for the monks even though they all now carried some
sort of weaponry when they ventured out there. Nevertheless it was still
getting out of hand.
Thus, the mission
that was asked of Jak and the favor that was owed by Seem� to Jak.
It�s a lot less
confusing then it sounds.
The task at hand
was simple enough. Jak could have had it completed in a day or so, the mountain
temple�s layout being as spacious as it was. With the help of his dark and
light powers, possibly even sooner.
But Torn had
asked. Well, technically he didn�t ask. Torn never really asked for anything,
it was more along the lines of demanded that he and what he had come to call
the �F� Troop tag along with he and Daxter. It would seem that the boys that
made up this �F� Troop were unlucky enough to have gotten on Torn�s bad side.
Thus the name, �F� Troop, the �F� standing for �fuck ups�. It was a strange thing for Jak, as he had
once believed that those on Torn�s bad side had to be everyone the man had ever
met-- he and Daxter especially.
Jak sighed lightly
and glanced behind him. Torn was only a few steps behind. He and the rest of
the Freedom Guards were too busy gawking at the temple�s interior to notice him
watching them. And while the boys all seemed to be wide eyed and curious, their
commander looked to be a bit more on the apprehensive side.
Jak raised an
emerald brow.
�You alright
Torn?� he asked.
�It�s a lot darker
then I thought it would been.� The tattooed officer grimaced. �I thought you
said the monks came out here often?�
�They do.� Jak
answered. �But apparently the metal heads aren�t too fond of lights.�
Davis peeked
around from behind Torn.
�I thought we were
dealing with the smaller ones? Y�know� maybe kanga rat sized or something?�
Daxter grinned.
�Oooooh� that�s what you thought small meant?�
Davis�s green eyes
widened, �Well what did you mean by small then?!�
Torn turned on the
boy and nudged him back roughly.
�Davis get your
ass back there and cover the rear. If you stop whining and pay attention,
you�ll be fine!�
�Yes, sir!�
The dark haired
soldier nodded quickly and headed for the back of the group, giving Jak a
sidelong glance before finally trotting off. Torn muttered something rude under
his breath and the entire party continued on.
Davis slinked past
the rest of the �F� troop heading for the back. But before he could get there
one of the older boys shot his arm out and grabbed him.
�Hey!� He half
whispered, half yelled.
�No way chicken
little,� the boy, he thought he was named Quin, grunted. �You ain�t covering my
rear.� He added with a smirk. The boy behind him chuckled softly.
Davis frowned and
rolled his eyes.
The chuckling
soldier joined in. �Yeah, Quin, I heard stories about �im. I think ya better
stick him up there with Matchstick.�
�What the hell is
with all the fucking snickering!� Torn growled. �This is not a fucking
field trip, Davis! Get in goddam formation!�
The green-eyed boy
snatched his arm away and took the spot behind the team�s designated medic,
Knox. The red head turned around and smiled at him.
�Don�t pay him any
attention,� the boy said pushing his glasses up his nose. �He�s an ass most of
the time. It�s best juss ta ignore �im.�
The boy merely
nodded in reply, giving the other soldier a lopsided grin.

~oo0oo~

Jak inspected the
dimly lit hall. There were still torches lit but there were quite a few that he�d
passed that had either been put out and dripping with something he wouldn�t
even bother to name or had just been turned over. The temple�s set up was
pretty simple. They had entered through the only door available and the hall
had led them directly into a large circular room that he hadn�t been in since
the Dark Makers.
Jak sighed. There
was still not a sign of metal heads. Under any other circumstances that would
have been a good thing, but he knew they were there. Dark�s nose never
lied.
The blonde warrior
stared at the blocked door of Mar. The monks had still not succeeded in
removing the rubble out of the way. He�d have to use the other opening. Which
was fine seeing as he�d already blasted it open during his last trip out here.
�Hey Torn,� He
said turning to the other man. �You and your boys can finish checking out
things around here. Me and Dax�ll handle it through here.�
Torn nodded the
affirmative and went back to getting his troops in line. They seemed to be
fascinated by all the designs that were carved into the sandstone walls and the
many pots and artifacts lying around.
�Put that down,
Davis!�
It was the last
thing he heard Torn yell as he headed through the broken wall and into the
sparsely lit hallway. It was there in the eerie quiet and uneasy solitude that
he finally realized that something wasn�t quite right. Daxter hadn�t spoken one
word since they�d stepped off the Hellcat cruiser.
Jak smiled weakly
and turned to his friend who was clutching tightly to his shoulder guard.
�It�s really quiet
in here huh Dax?� He tried to strike up conversation.
He wasn�t used to
this. Dax was the talkative one, not him.
�Yeah,� the ottsel
finally chimed in. �I never thought I�d actually be looking for a run in with
some metal heads. It�s a lot more reassuring when they rush at you� teeth
gleaming and claws poised.� He grinned. �At least you know what they�re up to
then.�
Jak laughed.
�Yeah, I know what you mean.�
It wasn�t long
before they reached the Precursor idol. Jak could practically feel the tension
rolling of his friend.
�More Precursor
junk.� Daxter snorted.
Jak sighed again.
�Left or right?� He asked.
�S�up ta you big
guy.� The ottsel answered sullenly.
The blond nodded and
headed for the light eco vent. He hated to see his friend in such a mood. And
he hated the fact that he couldn�t think of anything to say to him to help even
more.
�It�s that
fucking bitch, Tess�s fault you know that don�t you?�
The jagged voice
of Dark grated on Jak�s nerves, but he did his best to ignore the demon anyway.
�You should
kill her.� Dark Jak said
simply. �If the bitch�s not around, Daxter won�t have any reason to be sad.
Oh,� he added, reveling in the syllable a little too much for Jak�s taste.
�And that fucker, Jinx too. Yep, that�s the way to get our buddy back to his
old self.�
Jak rolled his
eyes before noticing Daxter�s concerned look.
�I�m fine.� He
answered before Daxter could even ask the question. �You know how he gets whenever
we�re around Light eco.�
His orange
friend�s worried face disappeared instantly and it was replaced with a look of
understanding.
�Okay, buddy,� he
said �Let�s get this show on the road.�

~oo0oo~

Daxter�s eyes
never left the eco vent as they approached it. A sneer emerged on his face
before he knew it. He had a love hate relationship with the stuff. To think
that a few years ago he and Jak had been absolutely convinced that the junk
would be just the thing to rid him of his fuzzy appearance. It was a lucky
thing that they�d decided to use it against Gol and Maia�s Precursor robot. The
though of that adventure sent another sliver of resentment through Daxter�s
body. It was just another reminder of yet another mishap caused by none other
then the glorious orange gods.
Jak stepped on the
glowing vent and the both of them were boosted into the air. Daxter floated a
few inches off of his friend�s shoulder. His eyes rolled in the back of his
head as the sensation of the light eco rolled over him. For but a few moments
Daxter forgot all his troubles. They all just melted away. All the anger, all
the bitterness, none it mattered anymore. It didn�t matter that the stuff was
useless in solving his problem. All that mattered was the wonderful tingle that
only the eco could bring.
The frigid
substance filled his lungs, the cold biting at his nose. This had to be the
world�s most magnificent brain freeze.
They both landed
back down to earth with grins on their faces. Jak turned to him, his deep blue
eyes brighter then usual, his cheeks rosy, his grin getting even larger. Daxter
knew that the merger high he�d received from the eco transfusion was nothing
compared to what Jak went through every time. The boy was already glowing and
he�d yet to transform.
�That�ll shut ol�
tall, dark and gruesome up huh, Jakky boy?� He smiled.
�Yeah.� The blonde
boy agreed breathlessly. �Let�s get going.�
Jak trotted for
the ledge and then the light eco took over. The two of them levitated in the
air for a second time. Jak�s body arched backward going completely rigid as the
eerie blue light encompassed his entire form. Daxter watched from his spot in
the air, floating a foot or so above. As the ottsel began his descent, Jak�s
body turned in on itself as a pair of spindly wings erupted form his back. Not
a second later the two of them landed with out any trouble, Daxter in exactly
the same spot he�d began.
His grip tightened
on the now frigid shoulder guard and he faced the radiating countenance of his
friend�s light form.
�Long time no
see.� He finally uttered a puff of cooling air evaporated before his eyes.
Lucking for him he had fur. Light Jak�s body temperature rivaled that of the
Snowy Mountains.
Light smiled softly
at the ottsel before abruptly making a sprint for the floor edge. Daxter really
hated this part. He took a deep breath just as Light made a swan dive off the
ledge. Air rushed past the ottsel�s ears and try as he might, he couldn�t quite
fight down the fear that he might just die this time. His hand loosened on the
shoulder guard and his eyes grew large at the sight of the endless dark abyss
below them.
�I wonder
what�s at the bottom�� he
thought numbly.
His reverie was
cut short by a cold hand clamping down on his back. Light Jak jerked upward
with a great flap of his shimmering wings. Sparks of eco fluttered form the
tips of the shuttering appendages and landed in Daxter�s fur. A small smile
tugged at the corners of the ottsel�s mouth and he dug a hand in Light�s powder
blue hair. Nope, there would be no dying for him today.
They reached the
other ledge in no time at all and Daxter soon found himself bouncing
rhythmically on Light�s shoulder with each step the alter ego took. The being
of light eco energy looked at him out for the corners of his strange undefined
eyes. He could tell he was by the slight tilt of his head.
Daxter raised a
brow in question. He wasn�t afraid of Light. In fact he quite enjoyed when his
friend�s alternate personality made an appearance. Light reminded Dax of the
Jak of old. The one that never talked. Though, Light did talk. It just wasn�t
in the conventional sense.
�Daxter?�
The sound of Light�s
voice in his head was still a shock after all this time. You�d think he�d be
used to it by now. It sounded as if the ottsel was submerged in water and
someone was calling for him to resurface. But that�s just the way Light�s voice
always sounded to him. Always calm, always soothing.
This meant of
course, that there was absolutely nothing he could hide from him. Making this
the one and only thing Daxter hated about Light.
�I�m fine, blue
boy.� He sighed.
The being of pure
light grinned at him knowingly.
�Daxter, I can
always tell when you�re lying to me. You know that. I know that something is
wrong. Jak knows that something is wrong.�
�Blue bastard.�
Light snorted at
the mental comment. The odd sound of it rattled in Dax�s head. He had forgotten
that that Light could read his thoughts as well as send them if he wanted.
�Sorry.� Light sent. �Just a little slip.�
�Sure it was.� Dax
said with narrowed eyes.
�No, really. I
did not mean to pry.�
�Look, I already
explained this to Jak� if you think I�m upset about Tess and Jinx then you�re
wrong. Got it buddy? She deserves to be happy and if ol� tobacco breath makes
her happy then��
�You deserve to
be happy too, Daxter.�
Light cut in. �Would being changed back make you happy, Daxter?� He asked,
coming to a complete stop.
Daxter turned to
Light Jak and sneered.
�Don�t make
promises you and your body buddy can�t keep.� He nearly growled.
Light sighed (yet
another odd occurrence) and continued walking.
�Jak would do anything
to see you happy, Daxter. And so would I.�
The ottsel
slouched on the glowing boy�s shoulder. He knew it was the truth but it didn�t
make it anymore possible.
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