Hi, guys! I know I don't usually write Jak and Daxter fics, but I've recently fallen back in love with Daxter's dorkiness (it is a manly, sexy dorkiness indeed *laughs*). This is just a collection of drabbles I've been working on in my classes, and I hope you enjoy them.

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1: Obsession:

It wasn't an obsession. It really, honestly wasn't-a hobby, really. That's all it was: a hobby.

It had started humbly and innocently: just a night of insomnia. He'd been curious, so he began watching…

He hadn't stopped since.

He alone saw how closed eyes flickered when in a dream as compared to a nightmare.

He alone heard Jak plead for injections to stop, and when the pleading became too frequent and frantic, he woke his best friend from a nightmare no one deserved.

He alone watched, wide-eyed, as Jak had a, uh… dream (you know the kind), and was shocked to hear his own name growled into the pillow Jak clutched close and tight.

It, when studied closely, was just a coping mechanism, and a way for Daxter to protect Jak even in his dreams.

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2: Fate:

Samos was constantly talking about the Precursors, and about fate. Daxter had always thought it was a cartful of yakow crap.

Not anymore.

He was a Precursor, though he'd only just gotten the hang of shifting back and forth from ottsel to human, human to ottsel. He had awesome powers that he was being trained into controlling. He was the connection between the humans and the mightier powers, being one of both.

Fate? Some days, he didn't believe in it.

But some days, as he lazed around his best friend's palace, munching on fruit, he decided that perhaps, it did exist…

…especially because in the end, Jak chose him, not Keira, and that's how it had been from the beginning.

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3: Mirror:

For the longest time, Daxter hated mirrors.

If he was walking with others and happened upon one, he'd preen and pretend he was the sexiest thing on earth. But…

If he was alone, without even Jak, he avoided them completely. It sickened him to see his reflection-that wasn't him, it was an animal. It wasn't his pale, freckled skin, it was annoyingly bright orange fur. His eyes were too dark to be his own baby blues. He was missing all of his scars, each of them replaced by markings on his fuzz.

He hated it.

When he became a human again, looking in a mirror always shocked him.

He'd pass one, and backtrack, just to grin at his own reflection-'Hah, skin!'

He'd be in his and Jak's shared room and sit there in the floor in front of the giant mirror, reacquainting himself with his own reflection-he felt vain, but wanted to rediscover his body.

One day, ol' Jakky-boy walked in on one of these sessions, one in which Daxter stood and reached as high as he could, just to see how high his reach went.

One moment, he was tiptoeing, and the next, he was wrapped in warm arms, neck being nuzzled affectionately

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4: Letting Go:

He'd hated every moment of those two years. "Let it be," he kept being told, and it pissed him off downright. Hell no, he wouldn't let 'it' go! 'It' was his best fucking friend in the whole universe, and he was NOT going to sit around eating bonbons while he was kept in prison for something he didn't do!

So he killed off Metalhead bugs and the like, and followed every prison transporter he could find desperately, trying to find an entrance he could go through safely.

It wasn't until he almost let go that he found the way, and the reward of seeing his friend, broken and beaten but alive, was more than worth any doubt, hurt, and loneliness.

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Only four for today, but I'm writing more as we speak. Most, if not all, of these drabbles will be from Daxter's point of view, merely because I can identify with him in an odd way (that, and he's my favourite!). Thank you for reading! I appreciate your…patronage? Fandomage? Ficronage? I like that one: ficronage. Whatever you call it, thanks!

If anyone would like a list of all the prompts I've got, the list is currently at one-hundred and fifty. I, myself, am going to add a few things and skip a few things, so if you have any ideas for one-word or one-phrase prompts, please send them to me!

Love always, guys!

~Mel