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Room and Board	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 25355 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak & Daxter) nor do I make any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-ch. 36
- 37-ch. 37
- 34
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- 36
Nanoboy: I’m glad you enjoyed it! I really had my doubts about it, so that’s great to hear.
Tainted Emerald: These chapters are always late, so late reviews are always pardoned, no worries! The direction shift did happen unexpectedly, but unfortunately for our intrepid heroes, sometimes life throws curve balls when you least expect them. There should be sunny skies ahead soon, though.
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“I hate doctors’ offices,” Daxter grumped petulantly, hugging his arm. “Don’t even know why we gotta be here.”
Jak, sitting beside him on the cold vinyl waiting room sofa, made a sympathetic noise and, per the Good Boyfriend Code, didn’t call him on his whining.
In truth Daxter knew exactly why they were there, as if he could forget. Discomfort had assured that he woke bright and early, and he’d put forth only a token protest when Jak had shepherded him into his jacket and out the back door of Praxis Hall. As he had figured, in the light of dawn he looked like he’d been to the running of the bulls and the bulls had run over him, so the fewer people they ran into the better.
First thing in the morning, they were the only ones in the waiting room.
The door near the reception desk opened and a young man in nursing scrubs stepped out, scanning his clipboard. “Daxter? You can come on back.”
Heaving a sigh, the redhead hauled himself up.
“I’ll be out here if you need me,” Jak said encouragingly.
Daxter had other plans. “Oh no ya don’t, fake jock. Yer comin’ with.” Getting a grip on Jak’s sleeve he gave a firm tug. “Hey nurse, he’s comin’ with.”
Jak and the nurse regarded one another, shrugged at almost the same time, and Daxter shuffled sullenly through the door with his boyfriend in tow.
Once in the exam room, Jak sat back on a rolling stool in the corner and provided mostly silent support that Daxter was just as silently grateful for. The normal measurements of temperature and blood pressure were taken without fuss. The nurse checked his eyes and face, did a cursory examination of his arm, and made a note on his chart.
“So, Daxter, can you tell me what happened to bring you in this morning?”
Having mentally rehearsed the whole walk over, he shrugged as smoothly as his stiffness and soreness would allow. “Got in a fight last night. No big deal. You should’a seen the other guy.”
Jak’s quiet snort earned him a warning glare.
The nurse laughed and patted him gently on the shoulder. “I was in a few of those myself when I was an undergrad. Let’s see, how about we put… ‘physical altercation resulting in injury.’ Make it official.” He wrote it on the chart.
Daxter decided that he liked this guy.
With that, the nurse excused himself. “Hang tight and Dr. Jefferies will be with you shortly.”
Of course, in the world of medical offices, “shortly” could mean anywhere from ten minutes to two hours, and Daxter was left to rue his life choices, trying not to focus on at least a half dozen sources of throbbing.
He really, really missed his phone.
Speaking of. “Hey, Jak, do you still have Ximon’s number? I really gotta let them know I can’t come in today. Or tomorrow. Or for the rest of forever until breathing doesn’t hurt and my face is fit to show normal humans again.”
“Yeah, no problem.” The quarterback handed his phone over, already pulling up the delivery dude’s contact. “We can get you another phone whenever you feel up to it. We can even get you on our family plan if you want.”
Daxter had time to send a fairly long group text to his coworkers explaining the situation before the door opened and the doctor came in.
“Well, look who decided ta show,” the redhead snarked before his brain-to-mouth filter knew what hit it.
Dr. Jefferies was a short, stout lady with curly graying hair. She looked more than capable of subduing combative patients without the use of tranquilizers. An elegantly penciled brow rose in question.
Jak quietly facepalmed.
Daxter sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry. It’s been a rough eight hours, okay?”
She quirked an amused smile. “No offense taken. Alright then, Daxter, it says here you were in a tussle last night. By the looks of you I believe it. Let’s have a look.”
Once again, Daxter sat as still as he could while he was gently poked, prodded, kneaded, and flexed. His range of motion was even less than it had been the night before, but there was still no sign of the piercing pain that generally heralded a broken bone.
“Had an escort today?” she asked conversationally as she worked, sparing a glance at Jak who had remained attentive, but quiet and unobtrusive in his corner seat.
“Yeah,” the redhead answered before he could think, “my boy—” He stumbled over the word, bit his lip, and pressed on anyway. “My boyfriend. Jak.” Oh, well. It wasn’t like she was going to tell anyone. She probably couldn’t, even. Hippo law or something like that, wasn’t it?
Jak’s ears perked at the admission. He smiled a tiny, pleased smile.
Dr. Jefferies hummed an acknowledgement as she finished up. “Well, the good news is I’m fairly sure there are no breaks. I’d still like to get a quick snap of it to make certain. With the X-ray machine,” she clarified as Daxter blanched.
“Oh. Yeah, sure. Okay.”
“Very good.” Turning to Jak, she motioned with the clipboard. “If sir boyfriend will kindly proceed back to the lobby to wait, we’ll get this wrapped up both physically and metaphorically so you can get on your way.”
Jak stood and offered him a reassuring smile. “Sure. See you when you’re done.”
As the quarterback slipped out, Daxter turned a sour look on the doctor. “Do I gotta take my shirt off for this?”
“That would be the ideal scenario. May I ask why you ask?”
“Because reasons.”
She looked at him over the top of her glasses as he slid gingerly off the exam table. “My goodness, you’re a sassy thing.”
“I’m tired, I hurt, and I’m not sorry.”
“Luckily I’m neither offended nor asking you to apologize.” Peeling off the gloves she’d worn while examining him, she collected some papers. “Let me go see that they’re set up for that x-ray.” One hand on the doorknob, she paused. “But between us, Daxter. Confidentially.”
Somewhat distracted, he was plucking his jacket off the chair with his good arm. There was a rip in the side, right over his ribs, where he’d hit the lip of the dumpster on his way in. Damn it, that would have to be patched before it grew. “Yeah?”
“Domestic abuse doesn’t happen only to women, you know.”
His ears flagged in confusion. “Huh? Yeah, I guess, but what’s that got ta do with anything?”
“If there’s something you want to tell me while we’re alone, know that as a medical professional I’m bound by confidentiality unless you indicate that you’d prefer otherwise. But I can always offer resources.”
What she was getting at slowly dawned. “Wait a second. Are you tellin’ me you think that Jak..?”
“It’s certainly not unheard of. Unfortunately men are much less likely to seek help for this sort of thing.”
Daxter uttered a clipped, disbelieving little laugh. “Oh my god. Look, lady—doctor—whatever. I get where yer comin’ from. Believe me, I do. Been there, done that, unwillingly bought the t-shirt. And thanks for yer concern—I mean that.” There had been plenty of people in the past who couldn’t have cared less, so in a way the whole thing was weirdly comforting. “But you gotta believe me when I tell ya that Jak is the last person on this planet who’d ever hurt me in a million years. The only reason the dude who did this,” he pointed at his own bruised and puffy face, “ain’t pushin’ up daisies right now is because we got good enough friends that they basically sat on Jak last night an’ talked him out of first degree murder.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Damn right ya see. Jak’s the best thing that’s ever happened ta me and I love him more than I’ve ever loved anybody, ever. So yeah. End of discussion.”
The doctor allowed a small smile, then, that made her look relieved and almost grandmotherly. “Alright. You’ve convinced me. I believe you.”
“Yeah? How come?”
“When you’ve been in the medical field for as long as I have, you tend to become quite adept at reading people. I have rather a lot of experience determining when patients are lying simply to acquire drugs—and when they’re lying to protect a parent, or a significant other, or what have you. Your reactions have been nothing but open.” She chuckled. “Besides, your young man didn’t much strike me as the type who comes along simply to make sure you wouldn’t say anything that might incriminate him for battery. His honor has been soundly defended.”
Daxter nodded, somewhat mollified. “Damn straight it has.” Having to assert that Jak was a protector, not a bully, was almost surreal, like having to seriously explain to someone that the earth wasn’t actually flat. “Let’s go get this over with, yeah?”
Thankfully it didn’t take long for the x-ray to confirm what the doctor had suspected: nothing broken, and nothing damaged that wouldn’t be able to repair itself with time and gentle treatment. Daxter was tucked into a sling with strict instructions on lifting and stretching limitations before being released to the lobby.
Surprisingly, Dr. Jefferies followed him out.
“Keep him out of trouble, now,” she instructed, shaking Jak’s hand as he rose in surprise to meet her. “And keep yourself out of trouble, too, while you're at it. I don’t want to see either of you gentlemen back in here for anything that isn’t the dorm disease of the week, you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Daxter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. We can take a hint. Let’s get out’a here, Jak.”
Outside, the morning was still cool and dewy, lingering clouds hiding the promise of spring sunshine. Eight o’clock classes seemed to have just released, the sidewalks bustling accordingly.
“Are you hungry?” Jak asked as they passed the student center, which boasted the best breakfast buffet on campus. “We can grab something on the way back. Or I can take you home and then go get something for you, if you want.”
“Waffles?” the redhead asked immediately. If he was missing class and felt like a football after practice, why not milk it.
Jak gave him a fond smile. “As many waffles as you want.”
Daxter looked up at his roommate. Best friend. Boyfriend. “Have I told you lately that you’re wonderful and perfect and far too good for someone undeserving like me, Jak?”
The quarterback had the nerve to laugh. “All that just for some waffles? I think you need to raise your standards.”
With a huff, Dax slowed his pace. He let Jak get a few steps ahead before shuffling behind him. On the quarterback’s opposite side, he caught Jak’s elbow with the hand not encumbered by sling. “My standards are the very highest, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jak also slowed obligingly, ears perked questioningly as he was grabbed. He nearly tripped in surprise as Daxter slipped a hand into his own, deftly entwining their fingers.
“I’m tryin’ ta tell you I love you, fake jock. I know, I know, I’m awesome, but you don’t need ta go fallin’ down in amazement or anything.”
Jak stared at their joined hands uncomprehendingly for a moment. Then he smiled and returned the squeeze. “I love you too, you sarcastic little ass.”
They held hands all the way back to the dorm.

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Ximon and Taryn were waiting in the lobby.
“What the heck are you guys doin’ here?” Daxter asked bewilderedly. “Not that I don’t like yer company, or anything.”
Jak tried not to feel irritated as the pizza cousins hurried over and his hand was simultaneously dropped.
Ximon squeezed the redhead (very gently) into a bear hug. “Dude!” Then he seemed to be overcome and barely stifled sniffles replaced further speech.
“Dude.” Daxter sighed and patted his friend’s back uncomfortably. “I’m not gonna die, ya big baby. Everything’s fine.”
Taryn hovered uncertainly, looking concerned and out of her element with one hand resting lightly on Daxter’s uninjured shoulder. “Are you alright? What did the doctor say?”
They were starting to attract attention, something Jak was sure his boyfriend wanted to avoid. He stepped in and nodded toward the elevator. “You guys want to come up to our room for this?”
Dax dove on the opportunity immediately. “Yes! Our room! Great idea!”
“Why don’t you go on up and I’ll go get breakfast?” Jak offered. He’d been somewhat dreading leaving his boyfriend alone, but now that there was company he trusted, he felt a little more at ease doing so as the three disappeared up the elevator and he headed out for the student center.
Lines were unfortunately long at that time of the morning. By the time he had collected and paid for Daxter’s promised waffles and some courtesy muffins for himself and their guests, half an hour had passed.
When he returned to their room, a scene of controlled chaos met him.
Killer had strewn half the contents of Taryn’s handbag across the floor and was playing pounce with a coin purse. Ximon had been cornered on the rug against the bunk beds and his bangs held back with bobby pins as she smoothed makeup onto his face with a cotton ball and a small brush.
“And you just gently blend the foundation over the concealer like so. You’ll be a much lighter shade than this, Daxter, but I’ll get you exactly what you need.”
“Hey, Jak, check this out,” the redhead beckoned. “Taryn’s gonna fix it so I can be seen in public again! Well, soon as my face doesn’t hurt too much ta touch, anyway.”
“Make me look like a zombie!” Ximon demanded, glancing critically into a small hand mirror.
They spent a companionable while that way; Daxter eating his breakfast (in small bites, thanks to his sore jaw and lip), the others enjoying their muffins and playing with Killer, who likewise ate up the attention. Jak privately thought it was a good thing they were there to keep things lighthearted.
“We should be going,” Taryn finally said regretfully. “Things need opened up at the restaurant.” She began to collect her scattered belongings, tugging her keychain away from Killer to drop it back into her purse. “Don’t worry about coming back to work. Take as long as you need to feel better. We’ll manage.”
“That’s right, dude.” Ximon patted Daxter gently. “And if you do wind up telling the cops anything, we’ll back you up all the way, man.”
“Thanks, guys. It’s gonna get taken care of, though.”
Taryn looked both skeptical and like she was trying not to look skeptical. “Really? How’s that?”
The redhead leaned in conspiratorially. “The Russian mafia!”
She shot a look at Jak, one eyebrow courting her hairline.
He could only shrug. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can’t disprove that. Check back next week.”
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When they had gone, Jak cleaned up the breakfast detritus. Daxter was settling into his nest on the bottom bunk, freshly medicated and already drowsy.
“Will you be okay if I go to work tonight?” Jak sat gently on the edge of the mattress. “I’ll call in if you want me to.”
“How will you ever provide for me and our ferret son if you don’t go to work?”
“You could’ve just said no.” The quarterback tried to hide an involuntary smile behind his phone as he pulled up his schedule. “It’s five to nine tonight. I’ll pick us up some dinner before I leave. Hey, I should be out in time to run by and get you a new phone if I hurry.”
Daxter yawned and snuggled deeper. “Mmmyeah, that’d be nice. Yer the best, Jak. Don’t forget ta take my card with when ya go.”
“Sure,” he agreed easily, already knowing that he would conveniently ‘forget.’ No way was he going to allow Daxter to pay for a new phone when adding one to his and Uncle’s family plan would cost almost nothing in comparison.
When he looked over next, the redhead was asleep.
Jak reached to gently pull the blanket up around his boyfriend’s shoulders, the logical part of his brain doing its best to explain to the rest of his emotions that one declaration of love didn’t necessarily warrant an engagement ring.
It might, however, warrant a delivery of fresh cookies from the sweets place a few blocks over.
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To be continued…
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Outtakes!
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Dax: So do I get a lollipop for putting up with this crap?
Doctor: I rather think I deserve a lollipop for putting up with you, actually.
Daxt: Wow, rude!
Doctor: But, since you are rather injured and miserable, I’ll give you a little goodie bag.
Dax: …there’s just a bunch of condoms in here.
Doctor: Well, yes. Isn’t that what all you college students want nowadays?
Dax: Would it kill you to give me a Pokemon band aid or something?
Doctor: Condoms are expensive, child! Show a little gratitude!
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Jak: (calls Keira) So, Keira. How soon is too soon to propose?
Keira: … you mean propose as in, like, put a ring on it?
Jak: Yeah, that.
Keira: Well, I don’t know, a few months? A year? It depends. Why?
Jak: Oh, then it might not be too soon after all! We’ve pretty much been dating for months anyway, just because we only made it official a few weeks ago doesn’t matter—
Keira: Whoa. Hold up. Jak. Jakjak, best friend forever, partner in mechanical crimes throughout all our rascally childhood days. You better not be telling me that you actually started dating Daxter for serious, and you’re already so emotionally invested you’re legitimately considering matrimony, and yet you didn’t see fit to inform me that this fiasco had actually evolved past “friends with benefits.” That’s not what you’re telling me, right?
Jak: … crap, I knew I was forgetting something.
Keira: JAK MAR, you are in SO MUCH TROUBLE!
Jak: (hangs up) Aww shit. *sweats*
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