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Keep Talking	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 6850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-Keep Talking
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Epilogue
- 7
- 8
AN: Just a little epilogue, because it seemed to need one :)
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Mrs. EroCook: I'm glad you were able to find and enjoy the last chapter! Sorry it went unupdated for so long, though.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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“So, I been thinkin’. Fer our house. It should be as far from Samos’s hut as possible. Like, on the other side of town. Or maybe in the next town. Or we could found our own town! Daxterville has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
Jak cracked one eye open and glanced up from the smooth rock he had stretched out on, sparing a smile for his friend. “Careful, Dax. Your humility is showing.”
“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you wanna hear that green geezer constantly yammerin’ at us every day. D’you even remember how many chores that lump’a moss used ta make us do?”
“I highly doubt that would still happen, Dax. We’re adults now. Adults who have saved the world a couple times already. Samos respects that.” Jak cleared his throat. “… kind of.”
“Yeah, well, he just better not get any funny ideas about buggin’ us all the time. I’d have ta rig up a sign ta hang on the door. ‘Making out, do not disturb.’ Or maybe ‘Bangin’ my blonde, take a number.’ Or maybe—”
Jak reached down off his rock and sent a splash of cool ocean water at the redhead. It was a direct hit, one that made Daxter squall as he shook the surprise drops out of his face and hair. The racer grinned lazily. “Drama ottsel.”
“You love it!”
Jak couldn’t argue the point. So he didn’t. Instead he relaxed back onto the sun-warmed surface of his chosen rock, buffed smooth by countless waves, and inhaled deeply.
Days spent with his friends, tuning his favorite machine and winning race after thrilling race. Evenings spent reacquainting with old friends, playing in the surf, watching the stars, and basking in his favorite redhead’s attentions. Life was unquestionably good.
From the direction of the village, the bang and roar of a backfiring zoomer drifted on the ocean breeze.
“Uh-oh. That didn’t sound good.” Daxter’s ears flipped upright attentively, though he made no move to budge from his own rock, several feet above the lapping water. “Think she’s okay in there alone? Those doohickeys of hers ain’t been started up in a few years. That’s an explosion waitin’ ta happen, if ya ask me.”
Jak chucked. “Keira’s fine. Samos is cleaning up his hut, so he’s right there if she needs help.”
“I guess yer right.” A red brow rose as he glanced in the direction of the commotion. “What’s she doin’ in there, anyway? Our equipment in Kras is tons better than the junk she used ta tinker with.”
“She’s ‘getting her old workshop presentable.’ Which I’m guessing means she wants it ready to show off and brag about when the others finally get out here for a visit. Rayn still doesn’t believe that she invented the zoomer that all the ones in their time were based on.”
“Yeah, well, sometimes Rayn needs her nose rubbed in stuff.” The redhead wrinkled his own nose, the freckles on which were more prominent than ever from all the sun they had been getting over the past few weeks. “Kinda like Ashelin does.”
“Dax, she’s apologized to you for kissing me at least three times. I heard it happen.”
“Four times wouldn’t hurt.”
“She bought you a drink.”
“Would it be wrong of me to expect a singing card?”
“Yes.”
Daxter slouched on his rocky throne, the picture of disgruntled royalty. “Okay, fine. No singing card for my patience in the face of blatant boyfriend trespassing. But I’m damn well gonna expect a singing card for my patience in the face of playin’ host ta all our buddies from the good ol’ future.”
“Yeah?” Jak glanced up again, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand. “Why’s that?”
“Think about this, Jak. This glorified vacation is a nightmare waiting to happen!”
“It was your idea.”
“I know, but that doesn’t make it less of a nightmare!” Daxter waved his hands wildly, getting into the spirit of his argument. “Can you imagine what’s gonna come out’a Torn’s so-very-polite mouth when he meets our sculptor buddy? It ain’t gonna be pretty. That goes double for what he’ll have ta say the first time he steps in yakcow shit. Also, this place is hick central. Rayn’s probably gonna take one gander at it an’ swoon, it’ll affect her delicate sensibilities so bad.”
“Dax, I don’t think—”
“Sandover’s got no organized government, either. I refuse ta label that crooked crackpot of a mayor as government, at all, ever. Ashelin’s gonna take one look at that blusterin’ old coot an’ start plottin’ a whirlwind takeover. I’m still not convinced she ain’t got some’a the Praxis dictator genes simmerin’ in there.”
“Dax—”
“Oh wow, and can you imagine what’s gonna happen when everybody sees Sig? The guy who’s like three feet taller than you? The guy who can bench a fridge? The guy who completely tamed a feral lurker dog by intimidation alone in one night? Everybody’s gonna run screamin’! … except maybe the Bird Lady. She’ll try ta feed him cookies. And—”
“Daxter!” Jak finally yelled in exasperation.
The redhead froze mid-gesture.
“Calm down. Everything is going to be fine.” The racer smiled up at him. “I mean, come on. Compared to everything else we’ve had to deal with, this will be a piece of cake.”
“…okay.” Daxter sighed and flopped back on his rock. “Maybe yer right. Maybe I am overthinkin’ this.”
“It’s been known to happen occasionally,” Jak agreed.
“So why are we still talking?” the redhead laughed. He slid off his rock and into the water with a splash that drenched Jak, then popped up like a striking lurker shark to throw his arms around the racer’s neck.
Jak caught him, soaking wet and laughing, and pulled him in for a kiss.
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The end.
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