Disclaimer- Don't own the characters.. Just this little plot bunny.
Here is the last chapter to MoG. For those of you who have read this story I hoped you have enjoyed it. And yes there will be a short sequel. Not sure when it will be out, but it will be sometime in the near future. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Two months later…
"Jak?" Torn stuck his head inside his lover's cell, watching the teen roll over onto his side. Moving into the room, he slowly placed the tray he was holding down on the ground. Reaching forward, he let his hand fall on the strands of blonde hair. "I'm going to miss you, Jak." He muttered, letting his finger's tangle in the blonde. Moving up and down, he sighed. In exactly one week he was leaving the guard. In a week the relationship he had would be gone.
Shaking the lanky body, he watched Jak roll over, opening his hues.
"Torn?" The child asked, looking down on the floor for his food. Upon finding it, he bent down, picking it up happily, he started to eat.
"I have something to tell you." Looking down at his hands, Torn tried to compose himself. He really didn't want to tell Jak that he would have to leave him. It was hard, but he thought the other could make it through and maybe out alive.
When Jak looked up to him, still munching on his food, he sighed. "I'm leaving the guard next week. And that means I'm leaving you." He stopped there, not wanting to say anything else.
Everything was silent as Jak just sat there, tears pooling in his light blue hues. He felt himself break a part of him becoming numb. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. His hope for Daxter burned strong, but it was the only thing he had left. At least until next week he would have the man he had come to like. "What?" The words escaped his mouth, letting everyone know how he really felt.
Torn placed a hand on the other's thigh, rubbing it gently. He didn't want to see Jak cry, but some things just didn't work out for the better. Some things worked out for the worst, and this was one of them. He just hoped that if his lover somehow escaped he would get a second chance. For now though, he did his best to comfort the other. He felt bad, when he heard the tears and sobbing. "Come here." He whispered, opening his arms.
Jak crawled into the embrace wondering why life always gave him the short end of the stick.
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Erol grinned, hearing the news about his partners resignation. Walking down the hallway, he made his way to Torn's room, hoping to catch him in there. At least before he left for the night. Knocking on the door, he entered when he heard a low come in.
Sitting on his bed, Torn pulled back the covers when he saw the other. Erol was the last man he wanted to speak to, but he reigned any hard feelings aside, settling for a cold, but polite, "what?" Leaning back against the headboard, he watched the man out of the corner of his eye, wondering why someone he never talked to had an interest in seeing him. It made no sense.
Walking into to a chair, he placed himself in it, crossing his legs. "I just wanted to say how much I'm going to miss you here." He smirked, leaning back into the seat. Raising a hand, he looked around the room, ready to shake with the other. "You were a good partner, and I had fun watching you fall in love with that eco freak." He muttered, softly.
The words may have been soft, but Torn heard them all the same. Perking up at the words, he went pale. He had committed a serious offense, and didn't want to have Jak punished for it. "What are you talking about?" His voice this time, was like ice. He wouldn't stand for blackmail, if that was what the other was getting at. Pulling his legs closer to his body he crossed them, waiting for a reply.
"Oh nothing, just the kisses and lingering touches." Standing up, Erol placed his arms down at his side. Turning around, he started to make his way towards the door. He had come to do what he had wanted. Happy with his success, he stopped as his hand was hovering over the brass knob.
"Oh and Torn just a word of advice. I hope you're happy, because now I get to play with him." Opening the door, he left Torn to his own thoughts. The seed of worry was placed, and he loved to see how people reacted in those kinds of situations. Walking down the hallways he whistled a tune.
Alone in his room, Torn went over the words aloud. "What does he mean by that?" He asked himself, not sure if quitting was the right option. He didn't have a choice now. Slipping out of bed, he walked downstairs, needing the comfort of his lover's voice.
One week later…
Torn walked out of the prison cell block for the last time. Stripped of his name and title in the Krimzon Guard, he walked out onto the street. Looking back one last time, he shed a tear, mourning for the loss of the child he had grown to love in the eight months he had known him. He just hoped that Jak would be okay, and that his second chance would eventually come. Maybe not at the moment, but in the future no matter far away that was.
A/N: I know the chapter is short, but there wasn't much else to add... Review plz.. I love to hear what people think... And for those of you who are thinking of flaming this... It will be added to my bon fire of love...