Dark Side of the Moon

Written by Kiriona777

I was staying up much later than usual tonight, working on my machine. I could hardly believe the progress I'd made tonight, compared to the long months I spend on it. Usually, I only work for about two hours, then stop, but tonight something was different. I felt as if I could actually finish it tonight. But I doubted it. It was nowhere near ready to be used. I still needed several more parts and I still had some bugs to work out. But once that was finished, I'd finally be able to get to the real mission…

Finally finishing for the night, I tossed my shoulder length blonde hair over my shoulder and wiped a small spot of spilled oil off my cheek.

"Well, Dawn… I think that concludes my work for this evening," I declared.

"And you're almost finished with it, right?" Dawn asked, scratching her fur again. She'd been sitting on the desk the whole times, watching me work. Dawn was my Ottsel, and my best friend. I nodded.

"Just one more part to find, then I'll just need to work out the bugs."

"Good. Now can we go home so we can sleep?"

"I feel like going for a short walk first. I'm not really that tired," I said. Dawn yawned and stretched out her arms.

"Right well, I'm hitting the hay. I'll see you tomorrow, Jakie," she responded.

"Good night, Dawn."

Once Dawn was inside the house, I quickly mounted my Leaper Lizard and road it around the city a few times. The night guards were out patrolling the streets as always. Boring. It used to be so much fun riding around the city at night, or any time of the day. But not anymore. Mostly because my father used to ride with her and make it fun. I missed the old days… The fun days… I reached one of the few grassy areas in the wasteland city, jumped off my Leaper and sat down, allowing those old memories to flood my mind…

Jak, Daxter,Torn, a much younger Jakie, and an much younger Dawn, and Dawns younger siblings, Red and Sunny were all playing around the Oasis not to far from the city. It was something they did every so often just to get away from the crowds. Jakie was childishly teasing Torn to come and swim with her; Jak was sitting by the water watching them, laughing to himself, Daxter was near Jak, and the other Ottsels were playing in the Sand Shark.

"Come on, Uncle Torn!" Jakie urged, tugging on Torns arm. Torn refused to move in protest. "Come on! Please?" Jak laughed.

"Go on, Torn!" he called.

"Yeah, it'll do you some good!" Daxter added, "hey! Sunny! Get your brother out of the glove compartment!" He quickly scampered off. Jak laughed quietly.

"Alright, come on Jakie! Leave Torn out of it!" he called. Jakie whined in protest, but gave in.

"Oh, all right!" she agreed. She ran to sit by her father, whom quickly pulled her into a playful hug. Jakie giggled. "Dad! Come on! Cut that out!" The two wrestled with each other for a few minutes until Jak had Jakie pinned against the ground." Dad! No fair! You're stronger than I am!"

"That may be so…" he answered, then kissed her forehead, "I love you more than anything in the world. You know that, don't you?" Jakie giggled again and nodded.

"I love you too, dad," she said. Jak let her get up.

"Good. Now go play."

I smiled. I did love my dad more than I would ever admit to anyone's face. But now that he was dead… what could I do? I wanted him back. I'd gladly give up my own life to have him here again. Sometimes when I think about him too much and end up crying, I'd give up my whole life just to have him be there, hugging me tightly, telling me everything would be all right… then carry me to bed and tuck me in like he used to when I was little. He'd still be here if it hadn't been for those stupid death bots! But what's done is done. He was gone and there was nothing I could do about it… at the moment, at least.

I reluctantly reached in my pocket and pulled out a picture of the family that I've had since Mar was a child. It was of me, dad, Dawn, Torn, Daxter, Sunny and Red, some of dad's old friends, and Tess. All of us were out at that old oasis, having fun. I smiled as it brought back a few more memories of the old days. Those were good times… dad always told me he wanted me to have a much better childhood than he did. Well, I did. If only he could hear me, though…

I finally decided that sleep was impossible, considering that just looking at that old picture made me feel like I had a huge obligation. And I sort of did… I had to finish that machine.

A/N:ok, not my best work. Definately not my best work. bit it'll get better. promise. and if you reveiw, I'll love you forever.