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Someone Else	By : DoveCG Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 1287 -:- 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:
Drabble this time. I'm not sorry for what I'm about to do. I'm 'a blow yer mind! But this shit is totally canon, like whoa waaay legit man. No, I'm not on things. I'm within them.
Also, I write crappy crap. Deal with it.

“I thought I'd find you here, Commander,” Ashelin said.
Torn glanced up from the terminal he was sitting at. He was doing electronic paperwork through the Krimzon Guard computer network. There was no one else in what served as the “office” area in HQ at the Fortress, but he didn't have anything scheduled in the morning and he wanted to catch up as soon as possible. Torn had no intentions of leaving any loose ends behind, after he disappeared.
Ashelin was still in her uniform. She stopped right beside him and put a hand on his shoulder, which promptly set up red flags. No one probably knew him better than she did, but Ashelin typically refrained from public displays of affection of any kind. Torn blamed the Baron for that, but given his current state of general distress, he'd been grateful for the amount of distance that she kept between them. This wasn't extremely unusual, they were alone after all, but it was uncommon. She'd been hinting at something for a few days, and while Torn was generally harsh by nature, he had no desire to shut her out. Unfortunately, her timing was garbage, if his guess was correct.
“I'll have to ask you to take a rain check,” Torn said, “Whatever it is, I can't deal with it tonight.”
He saw her wince. Then her headstrong willfulness took over.
“I'm a lesbian.”
… Okay. He stopped entering data at that, turning to look at her fully. Her stance was uncertain, but she had her other hand planted on her hip and her full, pouting lips set in a firm line. Torn sighed and rubbed his palm across his face. He might have just ignored her, but this was close to the last thing he had expected to hear.
“I'm not... is there a reason for this?” Torn asked, “This is kind of out of no where.”
Ashelin scowled.
“I thought you'd want to know,” she said.
Torn leaned forward, his elbow resting on the small amount of space between monitor and data-pad, resting his head in his hand. His vision was blocked, but he didn't need it for this, frankly.
“Yeah,” Torn said, “Well, I've already told you my issue with us. Nothing will change that right away.”
“This isn't about that!” Ashelin said, “I've been working it out for awhile, okay? Maybe I'm not exactly a lesbian, but I love women. A lot. Most of my porn is women. And then there's you.”
His ears pricked and he gave her a sideways glance.
“Wait, you have porn of me?” Torn asked.
Ashelin snickered.
“No,” she said, “But you're the only real exception I've come across, so far.”
Torn just looked at her.
“I'm... honestly, I'm glad to hear you're still interested, Ash,” Torn said, “And... I guess I'm honored that you like me this much? But I'm about to do something crazy. I can't get involved right now. Especially not with you. It's absolutely not personal.”
Ashelin let her arm drop to her side and nodded, her expression masked by careful neutrality. Torn felt like an absolute asshole, and against his better judgment, leaned over to kiss the spike on her glove. She tensed, understandably. One wrong move and he could have a very ugly lip or tongue piercing, but that was his point. Torn was emotionally and soon to be physically unavailable, but not because he was permanently unreachable as a person. It was because he cared that he was having trouble with this.
“You're the only good part of my day, sweetheart,” Torn said, “I want to change that. You have to let me do what I'm about to do before I could ever start something with you.”
Ashelin looked worried and stroked the edge of one of his ears gently.
“Are you depressed again?” she asked.
Torn narrowed his eyes. That was true, but not the issue entirely. In the end, he simply nodded.
“Yeah,” he said, “I guess it's good you're here. I didn't want to scare you. I'm goin' away soon.”
The red head cupped her chin and leaned in close, scrutinizing him, as if that might reveal whatever she was looking for. He waited for a comment, until she glanced at his screen.
“It's not a suicide note,” he answered, “I'm catching up on the back-log. Workaholic that I am, paper pushing after the fact was never my thing.”
Ashelin straightened up and ran her fingers through her dreads, glancing away at the door.
“Is this about my father?” she asked.
Torn nodded and she grumbled.
“He's a professional pussy-block, I swear,” Ashelin said.
Torn did smirk at that. Not that the Baron was blocking her in the more traditional sense this time. It wasn't his parental concern, but his lack of concern for the populace that troubled Torn.
“Wait... have you actually slept with other women before?” Torn asked.
He hadn't intended to pry, but the minute the question sprang into his mind, he had to ask. Ashelin smirked and shifted her hips back and forth in amusement.
“Wouldn't you like to know?” she asked, “But we'll save that conversation for later. When you're a little more... interested.”
Torn shrugged. She was probably going to be disappointed once she managed to get him into bed, regardless of her past experiences or her overall sexual preferences. He'd never been much of a lover, his sexual appetite wasn't that frequent. In spite of that, women seemed to fawn over his willingness to offer massages and discuss his feelings with them. Sometimes both at once, which made them swoon, though he still had no idea why. He didn't even express himself that much or that deeply. Not really.
Ashelin traced the ink line that fell across his cheekbone.
“Don't make me wait too long,” she said, “Whatever you're doing, you know I want to be in on it.”
He hadn't considered that. She might not know what he was up to, but she'd always hoped to make Haven a better place someday.
“I'll see if I can make that happen,” Torn said, “I'm not entirely certain how this is gonna go down, so no promises.”
Ashelin nodded and kissed the hollow circle within the tattoo marks on his forehead. He closed his eyes and decided he'd do everything he could to keep in contact with her. He hadn't lied when he told her that he loved her, but he was realistic. She wouldn't wait forever.
And when he watched her walk away, he was definitely checking out her ass, but he knew she was probably better off without him. She just didn't know it yet. Or maybe she did and that was what their conversation had really been about. It fucking sucked that he was hooked on her, but what could he do? His life was a mess and he was trying to keep it from spilling over into hers. Torn shook his head slightly, though no one else was there to see it, and went back to his oldest love... diligent working.
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