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Sweet Memories	By : DoveCG Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 1530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor anything else in their franchise. I make no money writing this. I doubt anyone would pay me for it anyway.

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Author's Note:
Even though I have a ton of stories to continue as it is, someone told me to stop killing Jak, when I mentioned that he dies in another one that I'm working on. So here is a WAFF apology?
Also, I'm sure at least one part was probably inspired by one of Robin's stories, but I'm not gonna double check, because I'm lazy and she is awesome, so any inspiration is good, yes? And I'm gonna keep this short! Otherwise it will devour me, like the rest of them! So I wrote this in one day. Yay me!
I didn't edit this much, and I never have a beta. It's probably a bit mangled. So I'm putting it up before I drown in the regret of writing it. And stuff. Hope you enjoy it anyway.

Jak had raced over to Samos' hut as soon as he'd heard the news. Sandover was a small village and the Bird Lady had promptly come over to his Uncle's house for some gossip and tea. Jak was too excited to wait. At nine years old, he was happy to be friends with anyone, and while Keira had never shied away from getting down and dirty in the mud puddles with him, Jak couldn't help longing for another boy to play with. He ran so hard that the dirt road bit his feet with stony teeth in anger. The grass wasn't much better, though it was sly about it's retribution. He didn't feel the tiny cuts until he was at the open front door, sneaking in, panting his lungs out, and hoping his heart wouldn't burst at the speed it was going.
The other little boy, who looked to be their age, had fluffy bright red hair and a sullen look on his face. He stood a few feet from Keira, who was sitting on the floor amongst a pile of clutter that she was sorting out, and getting a lecture from the old sage about something. Jak arrived in the middle of it, so he couldn't be sure, but it seemed to be about safety in general. Luckily, Samos seemed to be winding down, so after Jak no longer felt on the verge of collapse, he sauntered over and gave the kid a hug.
The little boy had seen him coming, but only looked mildly curious and didn't take his eyes off the sage, until he stared in surprise at Jak, just inches from his face. Jak smiled, hoping he hadn't been too forward, and gave the kid another quick squeeze, before letting him go. The red head was openly gaping at this point and didn't know what to say.
“Ahh, hello, Jak,” Samos said, “This is Daxter. He's from a village that the lurkers have taken over, I'm afraid. He'll be staying with us from now on.”
Jak gasped. What?! This kid had lost his whole village? How awful! Jak hugged the red head again, and that time Daxter shakily hugged him back, though the other boy still seemed perplexed. Then Jak took the little boy's hand in his own, and with the other he began pointing out the door. He smiled at Daxter and gave Samos a hopeful look.
Keira was still distracted, but she looked up to see what was going on when she heard his name and she waved. Jak realized the stuff on the floor seemed to be a collection of broken artifacts he didn't remember. Maybe Daxter had brought them? Had the boy shown up on his own, with whatever valuable thing he could grab on the way? He must be so brave! Jak definitely wanted to be friends, even if the boy wasn't.
“Yes, yes! You can go outside and play, if you wish,” Samos said, “I've finished laying down the rules.”
Jak punched his little fist into the air joyfully and tugged on Daxter's arm, still holding tightly onto the other boy's hand. The red head blinked, but hadn't let go on his end either.
“Um... okay,” he said.
Jak took this as an agreement and dragged the other boy into the village proper. There was a great deal of squeaking protests to slow down and where were they going and please let go of me, but Jak was too busy stealing the other boy to notice. He had a feeling that the saddened child would find somewhere to hide and mope if left to his own devices, which wasn't good at all. Jak wanted to provide a distraction.
“Ahhh!”
Daxter stumbled over a rock that Jak had simply leapt over. Though he managed to keep the red head from falling, Jak finally paused, just to make certain the other boy wasn't hurt. Daxter glared.
“What is wrong with you?!” Daxter asked.
Jak hung his head. He only meant to help. He glanced up with just his blue eyes tilted up, his little green curls, starting to edge with a bright yellow, getting in his way, so he tried brushing them aside, before he looked off into the distance and pointed at the beach. Daxter followed his finger and stared.
“Oh... hey! I never been to the edge of the sea before,” Daxter said, “Is that where we're going?”
Jak nodded, grinning broadly.
Trust me?
Daxter seemed wary, but nodded as well.
“Okay, but... you don't gotta drag me! I'm not a stubborn yakow.”
Jak snorted.
Sure you aren't. You look pretty stubborn right now!
Daxter huffed, but there was a sly little grin to go with it. Jak continued pulling Daxter along, though he tried not to be too rough, and soon Daxter was less reluctant and more curious than anything else. They reached the sandy expanse before long and Jak finally let go. There was no where this kid could run to that Jak couldn't see. The blond quickly rushed over to a boulder, where he'd left his pail and set of small shovels, which he brought over to show the red head. Then he began teaching Daxter how to build sand castles.
Once Jak was satisfied that Daxter understood the basics, he showed the other boy how to stomp them into the ground, how to build them beside the the waves, so they'd get eaten by the water, how to cover someone with sand up to his neck, and how to not get pinched by skittering crustaceans. Keira joined them after about an hour, and the three of them played on the beach until the sun went down, after topping it all off with a boisterous game of tag. Daxter was it more often than not, but he kept talking trash to rile them up, while Keira simply made whoops and hollers that would have made any hot-blooded boy proud. Jak silently glared, but neither of them were angry. They loved chasing him and the new kid was faster than he looked.
By the time Samos was yelling at them to come inside, Daxter seemed much more relaxed and content, though not necessarily untroubled, but Jak was confident that he could help with that. He walked the two back to the sage's hut, pretending he was a valiant knight with a stray swishing stick for a sword. At the door, Jak kissed them both on the cheek and waved as he left. He could just barely hear them talking as he fought with imaginary lurkers.
“... Is he for real?” Daxter asked.
He sounded less insulting and more in awe than anything else. Keira was as proud as ever.
“Oh yeah!” Keira said, “Jak's as real as it gets.”

The Forbidden Jungle really should have been more forbidden. Technically it was, but at fourteen years old, Jak loved a challenge above all else. His enthusiasm only increased the deadlier and more foreboding something sounded. He'd been there with Daxter a number of times and though they'd had some close calls, it had been fine. Normally Jak was paying attention and would have kicked the Lurker Snake in the head so hard it was dead before it had a chance to strike, but the blond with emerald roots had been distracted, and Daxter had been the one to unwittingly set the beast off by getting too close. Of course, his best pal had panicked instead of attacking the thing first.
Jak couldn't see the wound very well; the fangs had punctured through the white fabric of Daxter's sleeve without tearing it much. His friend was looking paler than normal and sweating up a storm. He needed to act fast and he was worried that the old sage might not be able to do anything in time. Jak hadn't actually been bitten before, so he didn't know how fast the poison acted. Daxter's usual dramatics and worries weren't helping; Jak couldn't be sure if he was truly suffering that much or if he was exaggerating like normal, but there was no reason to chance it.
He got his shivering friend to sit down on the ground and began spreading open his long red vest to expose the narrow clad chest and slim hips underneath. When Dax didn't even try to stop him or question what he was doing, Jak took it as a bad sign. He quickly unbuttoned the red head's white, long-sleeved shirt and yanked it off the arm he needed to get to, then winced at the purple-black bruising already occurring around the two holes in his bicep, above the hollow of his elbow. It was kind of an awkward place for it too, but Jak shrugged to himself. He needed to do something.
Jak settled down beside his friend, draping one arm around the other boy's slender shoulders and back, to give him sort of a half hug of comfort and keep him from getting too cold while he was half-dressed like this. Then he lifted Dax's arm and began trying to draw out the poison. It was weird; he'd never done it before. The venom didn't taste like much of anything though. It took maybe ten minutes or more of the sucking and spitting, until Jak decided that was enough. He couldn't be sure he'd gotten all of it, but he was tired of doing it and almost certain that should keep Dax alive while he took him to Samos for verification that his friend was all right. He blinked when he realized Daxter was staring at him.
What?
Daxter still shook a little, but he merely shook his head as he chuckled. His long tapered ears were drooping, as if he were tired, but he seemed like his usual self again.
“Aww, man,” Dax said, “Can't believe how scrawny my arm looks beside yours!”
Jak had let go, but now he gingerly grabbed Daxter's wrist and held up his bare arm for a critical glance. He was more muscular, sure, but then his growth spurts for up and around had hit faster than Daxter's and Jak was in general a bit more active. He shrugged.
Daxter pouted and flexed his arm, as Jak let go. Jak grinned and flexed his as well, just to tease his friend, but was saddened when Daxter scowled at the sight. The red head shoved him away and hastily started putting his clothes back into order, which for some reason only made Jak sadder. The blond shoved his hand in the way. Daxter hadn't gotten far with the first set of buttons on the blouse and Jak paused, fascinated by how warm and smooth he was. Jak didn't have much to speak of, as far as chest hair went, but this was more pleasant than he'd been counting on. His friend gave him a confused look. Jak stroked along Daxter's slightly defined pecs and smooth, lean stomach, but his loins were stirring at the touch, so he pulled away, and jumped to his feet, suddenly bashful.
“... Did you just grope me?” Daxter asked.
He sounded less offended and more mystified. Jak nodded without looking his way.
“Wow,” Daxter said, “Okay, I know I'm not as manly as you just yet, but I'm not a girl! Even if I was, I'd be as flat as they come. You ought o' try that on Keira next, 'cause that's where the boobs are hidin', my friend.”
Jak finally smirked at his best friend. He knew Keira had them and yes, he was trying to get him some of that already, thanks. But he'd also just discovered that Daxter was more than interesting to explore. As he helped his friend stand and made certain they went back to the village right away, he plotted how he might get Daxter shirtless in the near future. Along the way, his pal began to complain that Jak was growing up too fast and that he didn't like being left behind like this.
Jak pointed at the yakow pasture when they passed it.
You need more milk.
“I get plenty of that, thank you!” Daxter said, “You're just a speedster in every possible way.”
Jak arched an eyebrow at that.
I don't have control over this. It just happened.
“Let me complain, why don't ya?!” Daxter snapped, “I know there ain't no real answer to this. If there was, I would've done it already, so I don't feel like such a dork when I stand next to you.”
Jak smirked and with a lunge, scooped the other boy into his arms, carrying him against his chest. Daxter flailed, but didn't notice fast enough to escape.
“You son of a bitch! I can walk; le' go! I want off this ride! What if somebody sees you carryin' me off like some chick?!” Daxter said, “Auugggh, I'll never live this down!”
Shhh, you've been injured. Just go with it.
When Jak kissed the tip of his nose, Daxter groaned and decided to play dead. Jak laughed quietly and carried him all the way to the old sage. There was an argument, as always, but Samos did examine the bite and administered some nasty tasting medicine, judging from the red head's expression, before advising that he go to bed early. This was absolutely not what Daxter wanted, but Jak had been scared in the jungle and insisted on listening to Samos. Daxter grumbled and stalked off to his tiny bedroom.
Meanwhile, Jak snagged a book from one of the more hidden alcoves of his Uncle's library, and went back to the farmer to see if he had anything left over from the morning milking. He surprised Samos and Keira with the jug, and had a glass of it himself, before taking another and a full plate of dinner to his bed-ridden friend. Daxter looked up sharply and hid the dirty picture he'd been staring at under his pillow, even after he realized it was Jak. He took the offering well, in spite of the fact he had clearly been interrupted. Jak would have apologized, but he couldn't have known. He was unbelievably pleased to note that Daxter had decided to put on just his pajama bottoms. It was tempting to continue the exploration from earlier, but Jak only patted the red head's pale freckled back, and waited until Daxter had finished eating, before dumping the book in his lap.
“Awww, come on!” Daxter said, “You expect me to read this to you?”
Jak could read it on his own, but he loved having Daxter read things out loud to him. Daxter was the best at telling stories, especially when they weren't his own. The red head noticed that Jak wasn't going to budge from where he was and how he was waiting expectantly. The little guy sighed, as he began flipping pages, getting a general idea for how long it was.
“We ain't gonna finish it tonight, I can tell ya that much,” Daxter said.
Jak nodded and stripped off his shoulder armor, so he could get more comfortable at Dax's side. He had one arm circling the other boy's waist and his head on his slender shoulder, looking down at the book.
“Hrmm, well, pirates are cool. At least you got taste,” Daxter said, “Whoa! Does this get dirty?”
Jak chuckled as Dax gave him a side ways glance. This one volume had to be hunted down pretty well before Jak managed to find it and it got tawdry in places. Not as much as it could, but certainly enough to inspire an eager adolescent's imagination.
“Fine, you can stay,” Daxter said, “But this is goin' under my bed for a week or so. Not just 'cause it'll take about that long to finish, either! I'm the one who cleans up this joint; it'll be safe down there.”
Jak nodded as well as he could, without moving, and sighed contentedly as Daxter skipped back to the front. The boy cleared his throat theatrically, before diving in with gusto. Jak gently moved his hand up to the other boy's shoulder blades, rubbing in small circles, and even petted his unruly sunset-colored hair, but Daxter was too involved in exciting bravado and general arm waving emphasis to notice.

Sig had invited them to stay in the palace in Spargus, and naturally they had accepted. Jak could hear the soft lap of the waves onto the beach and the soft roar of the ocean from their open window, one of the wasteland city's few good features. A cool breeze ruffled his short cropped hair and he sighed. Daxter was curled up on the pillow next to him, with his tail tip curled over his snout. The ottsel's eyes were closed, but apparently he wasn't asleep yet either.
“Yeah,” Daxter murmured, “Go ahead. I can hear you thinkin' about it from over here.”
Jak kissed the top of Daxter's forehead, between his ears as Jak scratched behind them. When he stopped, his friend blearily stared at him.
“Oh. Thought you wanted to pet me?” Daxter asked.
“Yeah.”
“Go 'head. Don't mind,” Daxter said.
Jak simply stared at the soft orange fur and pale yellow underbelly, before gently flexing his fingers through the downy fluff. He shifted his hand and stroked under Daxter's neck, which got the ottsel to tilt his head back further with each touch, his chin lifted for more access of the whole hand. The desert heat had left the air cool and it was slowly getting chillier. The fur wasn't uncomfortable right now for either of them.
“You're the only person who looks guilty when you do that,” Daxter said.
“Do what?” Jak asked.
“Pet me,” Daxter said, “Ya know, I'm not mad or nothin'. Haven't been for ages. Hell, I'm a fuckin' god now! It ain't so bad.”
Jak kissed his furry cheek, then his flank and sides, simply burying his face into his friend for warm fuzzy comforting. Daxter idly petted a hand through his yellow-green hair in turn. Jak turned, so he could face him. The ottsel actually looked startled and then concerned at the sadness he couldn't hide any more tonight.
“I wish we were kids again,” Jak said, “Everything was easier back then.”
“... You're wishin' that now?” Daxter asked.
Jak sighed and his throat felt constricted. He nuzzled Daxter's shoulder in answer. Daxter sniffled a bit, and shook his head.
“Nah,” Daxter said, “That's not it. You're afraid I'm gonna leave ya behind, 'cause I got a girlfriend?”
Jak nodded. The ottsel gingerly tickled one of his long, twitching ears. Jak grunted, but didn't pull away from Daxter's clawed hand. It always surprised him how careful Dax could be with those, although he had ended up on the wrong end of a frightened ottsel more than he cared to remember. Jak had too much fun spooking Daxter sometimes, but he usually got his comeuppance in the end. Maybe Dax had trimmed them recently. They did feel a bit duller than usual.
“Don't worry 'bout that!” Daxter said, “We're only gettin' started; you and me. This ain't gonna end nothin' and we're gonna have some free time soon. I don't think there's much else to throw at us, after we kicked the Dark Makers' butts! Relax. I got this part covered. You can rely on me, now.”
Jak rolled his eyes a bit, but that got a smile out of him. He scratched the base of Daxter's thick tail, eliciting a purr out of his best friend. So be it, then. Daxter looked smug, but Jak was willing to see what he had planned. Maybe in the meantime, he could convince some more purrs out of his pal, until one or both of them drifted off. Come what may, he'd trust Daxter, just as Dax had trusted him.
“You know what's weird though?” Daxter said.
“What?” Jak asked.
“Your arm pits smell amazing for some reason; especially when they're all sweaty and nasty,” Dax said, “I didn't mention it before, because, well, weird, right? But it's been like that since I became an ottsel... a Precursor.”
Jak wrinkled his nose as he arched a single brow and flicked one ear, amused and a little grossed out. That did explain the few rare instances that he remembered waking up, in the wasteland deserts after the hottest time the day or some part of the summer, with a little ottsel nose wedged in there. He'd assumed Dax was just feeling friendly and had done it without realizing it, but that they must not have a very good sense of smell. Now he had to wonder what the hell made that enticing.
Not that Daxter didn't have his own odd, distinctive odor ever since he'd become a fur ball. It was... musky? Not really bad, just strong and unusual. Also very strong. His clothes always smelled of Daxter, which Jak considered a bonus, actually. It meant even when they were apart, he had something as a reminder. Something that was hard to get rid of, even by accident.
“Yeah... let's stop talking now,” Jak said.
“Sure thing, babe.”
Minutes of silence passed, but not uncomfortably. Jak thought he heard a sea gull in the distance, but the birds shouldn't be awake right now, even though it wasn't that late. Then Daxter stretched out his whole body, in the middle of a yawn. Jak grinned as he stroked his friend's exposed belly repeatedly and Daxter squirmed, before gently batted his hand away.
“Okay, we got any more of the herbal shit?” Daxter asked, “'Cause I wanna sleep, but I ain't tired, and I'm 'bout to make some tea if we do.”
Jak sighed. Oh well. They'd fall asleep eventually. In the mean time, he'd just hang out with Daxter, which was perfectly fine with him. The blond sat up as Daxter hopped off the bed and began digging through Jak's backpack for the bag of stuff that Samos had given them. Jak smiled. Yeah, he was definitely okay. Nothing had ever really changed between them, and if it had, it wasn't important.
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