kitsune_wolf (kitsune_wolf) wrote in lucid_daydreams, @ 2008-09-13 09:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, jak and daxter |
Jak and Daxter: Timorous
Yes yes I'm sure that there's a million and one 'Jak get's patched up after the water slums mission' fic's out there. But I wanted to write my own. ^_^ (because I bunny-ed myself while writing something else oops.)
Title: Timorous
Rating: Teen for blood.
Charcaters: Jak,Daxter,Torn
Pairings: None unless you want to see them.
Word count: 2918
Jak felt solid ground under his feet instead of creaking wooden paths, they were finally out of the water slums.
He felt Daxter shivering against his neck.
“Relax bud.” Jak said as he kept running. Gun shots still raining around them.
“Relax?” Daxter hissed. “Relax! We’ve got a hundred of the Krimson Goon Squad after us and you want me to relax!”
“Yeah.” Jak grinned. “Now that we’re out of the water slums we can hide until the heat cools off, or maybe steal a zoomer and crash it into them.”
“Haven’t we had enough mayhem and destruction for one d-”
The gunshots stopped.
There was a shoulder guard on the ground.
It was splattered with blood.
There were foot steps coming closer, a lot of foot steps.
He pulled himself to his feet and flexed his claws.
They were all going to die.
It wasn’t until three of the guard were dead that he felt something climb up his leg and back. The climb look longer and felt more awkward than normal, he didn’t like that, he liked it less when the tugging started on his ear,
He growled at Daxter as he charged at another guard, snatching his gun off him and snapping it in half before snapping the guard's neck.
Still Daxter was tugging and yelling at his ear. Usually Daxter only growled at the guards with him. Growling to protect him, or to back him up cocky in the knowledge that he wouldn’t let anything happen to Daxter, he didn’t know.
Just like he didn’t know why Daxter was making those distinctly unhappy, afraid noises, like Daxter did back in the prison.
He didn’t like to think of that, Daxter should not be scared of him.
His anger grew and two more guards fell at his claws.
There were more than he could count waiting behind them.
Daxter had now left his armour-less, bleeding shoulder and was on top if his head, tugging at his horns.
He tossed his head with a confused growl. What was Daxter doing! He had to stop the guard before they could hurt him, before they could hurt Daxter. Before -
He snarled.
No. He would not allow the guard to take them back to the prison.
four more fell from his claws one landing with a splash in the water, all the while Daxter was still screaming at him.
There was shot from one of the guards that had been out of his reach, it hit his horn and he staggered back from the pain, he didn’t notice the guards freeze in shock.
Daxter was silent. Daxter was never silent. Daxter was always growling or yelling to endlessly talking letting him know when it was safe to relax, safe to let go, safe to be…him again.
But Daxter wasn’t doing any of this, Daxter was –
Suddenly yelling again, twice as loud, and twice as shrill as before.
He snarled at the guards, they had made Daxter silent. He couldn’t allow that to happen again.
The wooden path broke under his punch, the waves of eco that flowed from him knocked the guards down, dead, out cold, or in the water he didn’t care.
He turned and ran.
Daxter kept yelling, but it was no longer quite so shrill. This was good.
But they needed to hide until Daxter stopped yelling and started talking. He was in pain and he didn’t know how to fix it like this. He knew he needed green eco but couldn’t remember where to get it.
He didn’t stop running despite the pain, Growling as Daxter would occasionally tug on his horns on ears. He much preferred Daxter on his shoulder…
Daxter would be happy at the place by the other big water, with The One That’s Big and the One That Was Daxter’s. But he didn’t trust The One That Was Biggest.
He couldn’t go to The One That Offered Power either. He remembered spending the night there once listening to the rain. But he couldn’t go back to the dirty big water, there would still be guards.
And he didn’t want to see any big water again, not for a long time.
The One That Always Smelled Of Fear was closer, but he’d been shot at enough.
That’s just left The One That Growls and The Green One Who Was Wrong. Daxter wouldn’t like it, but it was safe and close and…
…it was where Daxter had been steering him with all those tugs.