A/N:

Redid most of the story to fix it :).

Okay, I am in love with the Jak and Daxter series of video games. I sometimes wish they were real, maybe our lives wouldn't be so boring. This is my first Jak 'n' Dax fanfic, so I hope you people like it.

Here you go!

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I was pretty sure Daxter talked at least one of my ears off since yesterday, when we left Kiera and Samos at the power cell-charged gateway to who-knows-what.

It's true, I don't speak much, because when I was five, I lost my parents. I was told by my uncle that Dark Eco killed them. Normally, Dark Eco just changes you, alters you completely. But, for my parents, it was different. They never came back from the Dark Eco. Uncle said I was there and saw it all happen, which explains why I have sort of a lack of speaking up, but as hard as I tried, I could never remember that incident. Maybe I had blocked it out, I don't know. But, I never said anything after that.

Who would have thought that me, a sixteen year old orphan, and my best friend (who used to be human, but the Dark Eco changed him into a fuzzy Ottsel) Daxter would save the world? Well, it happened. Dax and I were heroes. Just yesterday, we had destroyed Gol and Maia. Gol used to be a sage, like my friend Keira's father, Samos. He and his sister fell for the eco's mind games and it took control of them. But, me and Daxter were able to stop them.

And here we were, sitting on my uncle's roof, Daxter being beautifully obnoxious as usual, as he would be on any ordinary day.

Maybe for once, I thought to myself, it will actually BE just an ordinary day...

Daxter was just rambling on about how he never got changed back, but he didn't mind too much, and how we almost got killed, but it was so cool. He never makes up his mind, whether he liked our adventures, or hated them. I yawned, and Daxter stopped talking, but only for a fraction of a second.

"Hey, buddy, am I boring you with my ranting?" He asked, grabbing one of my eyelids that was drooping, and lifting it up. I clearly hadn't got much sleep the night before, so I nodded.

"That is incredibly insulting and for some reason, I think I'm bored with myself, too." He plopped down next to me.

"Finally, we can have some peace and-," He stopped short as we heard a loud scream, coming from Sentinel Beach.

"So much for peace." Daxter muttered. He jumped onto my shoulder, and I stood up.

"You know what this means, don't you?" He asked me. I jumped off the roof, and onto the grass.

"Looks like I need to be the hero again." He sighed. "Being a hero is hard work!" I rolled my eyes at him. We all knew I mostly did all the work!

I ran to the edge of the village and jumped down from the ledge. I stopped to listen. We heard another scream.

"Ooh!" Daxter said. "Sounds like a damsel in distress!" I ran toward where the windmill on some high grass was sitting over the beach. I jumped up and saw the giant pelican snapping at a girl. It was the same pelican that lived on a nest in the ocean that took power cells from us.

"Don't worry, baby, we're coming!" He jumped off my shoulder and ran towards the pelican. I followed him, and got a better look at the girl.

She was cute. Definitely pretty, very pretty. And had a really nice figure. And a cute butt. And also she was in distress...I was too focused on trying to see who she was that I almost forgot why she was screaming. Whoops!

"Hey, bird brain! Over here!" Daxter shouted. The pelican turned around, and Daxter's eyes became as round as dinner plates. I couldn't help but snicker. As soon as the pelican was destracted, I slowly tip-toed over to the girl, and reached out my hand. She was confused and frightened, I could tell, because her cerulean blue eyes were about as saucer-wide as Dax's. I dragged her behind the windmill and put a finger to my lips. She understood, and was silent.

I ran around to where the pelican was about to pounce, and as Daxter screamed, I tackled the pelican and beat its face until it was unconscious. Daxter wiped sweat off his furry little head, and I pushed the pelican into the ocean. I dusted off my hands and Daxter laughed, jumping onto my shoulder.

"Where's the chick?" He asked as I turned towards the windmill. She peeked out from behind it.

"Is-is he gone?" She stammered. I nodded. She ran over to me and Daxter, looking very perplexed and ran a hand through her long golden beach-wave curled hair. "Could you tell me where the hell I am?"

"This is Sandover Village, sweetheart," Daxter began. He narrowed his eyes, "You're clearly not from around here."

"Yeah, clearly not," She laughed sweetly, though I can see the stress in her expression. She saw me staring and averted her eyes and continued to speak. "I actually destroyed my boat down by the shore, trying to get away from Misty Island." She reached her hand out to shake mine, "My name is Darla Acheron. Who are you?"

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA." Daxter said, jumping to the ground and interrupting our handshake, "Acheron? As in Maia and Gol ACHERON?!"

"Yes, they were my siblings...Thank you so much for saving me, I have never seen a pelican that big before!" She exclaimed. I gaped at her. Um...did she not know we just killed her brother and sister the day before?

"You're related to those wack-jobs?!" Daxter screeched, basically voicing my own thoughts. he put his hands on his hips. "How come we've never seen or heard of you before, huh?"

"Sadly, yes, I was related to those 'wack-jobs', so to speak," she grimaced and glanced at me again, "My brother and sister were eco freaks. They were sages gone bad. I'm just their 16 year old baby sister who has no special sage power that had to watch them fall apart to that dark shit." Her nostrils flared in anger.

"Long story short, they kept me 'safe' on Misty Island, which, by the way, was a totally normal island until my siblings succumbed to the Dark Eco. Once I heard they were killed, I got the fuck out of there as soon as possible," She sighed and furred her brow, "I loved them to death. But to be perfectly honest, they died long before yesterday."

"Wow, how about that?" Daxter stated, "The Acherons had a perfectly normal sister hidden away on Misty Island!" He smiled flirtatiously, of course, and stepped up to her, holding his hand out. "I'm Daxter, it was I who saved our village and the world from your siblings!" He proudly stated. Then he looked at me. "Oh yeah, and this is Jak." Darla looked at me and smiled in a friendly way. I shook her hand and returned the smile, hiding how dumbfounded I really was after hearing her story. Her eyes had a familiar sparkle in them, and I could feel myself getting lost in them. I had to say, I loved girls with pretty eyes...And a nice ass.

She cleared her throat, indicating that she knew I was watching her as well as still holding her hand. I twitched and dropped her hand quickly, beginning to feel red embarrassment flood to my face and the tips of my ears. She cleared her throat again and spoke.

"Sorry for sounding so damn bitter, its just been really hard. I miss them. But I will move on." She looked around and changed the subject, "This place is really beautiful."

Daxter climbed back onto my shoulder and lifted a quizzical eyebrow at me before he responded to her, "Ah yes, our little village of Sandover. Come! Walk with us; talk with us." I figured we should head to Samos and introduce him to Darla, so we headed in that particular direction, and she followed. "It must have been hard living on Misty Island," Dax said, making small talk.

She shrugged walking a bit ahead of us, "Honestly it was scary as fuck," She laughed, fiddling with her suspenders that were attached to tight gray pants.

"Honey, if you think that shit is scary, wait until you meet Samos the green sage!" Daxter said, hopping off me, laughing at his own joke.

"Oh yeah, I've heard a lot about the different sages, especially Samos. He knew my siblings quite well."

We continued to walk towards the hut, and Daxter was speaking at full speed about our entire adventure. I could tell Darla wasn't really listening, though. She was looking forward, showing no emotion. It was kind of startling actually. It had to be hard for her, knowing her only family was dead, and I was the one responsible for their deaths. I was used to seeing Kiera crying or pouting over things that made her upset or if she had a fight with her boyfriend who lives in Rock Village. I thought all girls were emotional like that.

I held out my hand to stop Darla from walking. Dax continued skipping ahead, still chattering away. Darla looked at me, her eyes questioning.

I shook my head at her, trying to indicate that I thought maybe there was more she needed to say. She didn't say anything though. Just blushed and looked away.

I felt like I understood her. Perfectly. I knew why she wasn't talking. I had been doing the same exact thing for the same exact reason for over a decade. Death shuts you up. You don't want to talk about it because you know it won't change anything. You don't speak because you know how bad it hurts. I understood why she said nothing.

But as we neared Samos's hut, Daxter still carrying on ahead, she spoke up. "I'm not mad at you or anyone for wanting them dead."

I frowned, and felt a weird pang in the pit of my stomach that I didn't think I'd ever felt before.

I think it was guilt.

"HEY, are you listening?" Daxter faced us, lifting his eyebrow. "As I was saying..."

Dax continued and we approached the stairs to Samos's, and quickly climbed up. I tapped on the doorframe before we entered. Keira was in the corner of the room, fiddling with the portal which was currently switched off at the moment. Daxter scurried over to her, and Darla kind of walked behind me, as if she was hiding.

"Hey guys." Keira said, as she was squatted down to Daxter's level and scratched his ear. He purred, and I waved at Kiera, gesturing to Darla. Keira nodded and stood up.

"My father knows," She started. "He can see everything." She walked over to Darla, who was peeking out shyly from behind me. "I'm Keira." She reached out to shake Darla's hand. Darla stepped forward and smiled, taking her hand.

"Darla. It's nice to meet you." She said, her voice small and cracking a bit.

Keira dropped her hand and walked back over to the portal. "Father is in Rock Village with the blue sage, but called on my communicator a little while ago. He didn't tell me the details of what happened, but I understood the gist of it. I'm sorry for your loss...What are you going to do now?"

Darla shrugged and walked around the room, examining its strange features. She approached the Venus fly trap against the wall and touched it. "I'm not sure. I mean...I have always wanted to travel, so maybe I will fix my boat up and just...go." The fly trap shivered at her touch and curled towards her. She began to stroke its arched stem. "I feel like there is more to life than just being in one place. I feel like I am meant to do things...meant to do more in this world."

I leaned against the wall and studied her emotionless face. She had high cheek bones and a thin face that really defined those blue eyes. I noticed a dimple under her right eye, almost like a small indent in her face. Her skin was flushed from the heat, as my eyes wandered my face started to feel a bit hot as well.

"If you need anything," Keira said, "You know you can come to us for any help. My father would love to meet you. If you want, you could even help us on a project we've been working on since yesterday." She was talking about that weird Precursor ring we were trying to fix.

"She can stay with us!" Daxter exclaimed, running over to me, "She has no where to go, your uncle has been gone for months, and we have plenty of room! It will be fun."

Darla turned from the plant and looked at me, "I don't want to be a burden, I can manage on my own. I don't want you to feel like you have to let me stay with you, especially after you saved my life from that stupid pelican."

I looked from her face to Daxter, who's face was pouting, begging me to let her stay with us. I laughed and nodded and Daxter whooped. "You're staying with us, toots!"

Darla laughed, looking at her feet and kicking a pebble. "As long as it's not too much trouble for you guys. Thank you."

"Oh, this is going to be a grand ol' time, I can tell you right now!" He muttered, sounding mischievous. As he turned around to walk away, I kicked him hard in the butt. He spun around.

"Do not touch my no-no square, pal!" He shouted. Darla and Keira laughed, and Keira then brought Darla over to show her some zoomer modifications she had been working on.

"What was that for?" Daxter muttered to me, climbing onto my feet. I pointed to Darla subtly and shook my head at Dax.

"You know she's hot, don't pretend like I haven't watched you staring at that piece of art work."

I glared at him, the tips of my ears growing warm again. I smirked though, because he was right. She was beautiful. And we could always use another member of our little team.

I looked over at her, feeling my face soften as she and Keira chatted on about mechanics and such. I had a feeling that we were all going to become really great friends. She must have felt me watching her, because she turned her head and caught me. She tried not to smile, but her face broke and she blushed, looking back at the zoomer quickly.

That might have been a good sign.

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It was dark out now, and we had already headed back to Uncle's hut after hanging out with Keira. I made up a bed in the extra room on the other side of the house, and Keira had given Darla some clothes for the duration of her stay.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality." She said to me as I showed her where to sleep. "And thank you for saving me from that huge fucking bird." She put her clothes on the cot and turned to me. I just shrugged and waved my hand like it was no big deal. It's nothing.

She tilted her head like a crocadog. I tilted my head the same way, mimicking her and lifting my eyebrow. She laughed, a sound that reminded me of tinkling little bells.

"Sorry," She said, "It's just...you don't talk much at all do you?"

I shook my head and looked away. She sighed. "That's okay, you seem like a really great hero."

I smiled and waved my hand again. Another it's nothing. She sat on the bed. "No, really, Jak. You may not talk much, or at all, but I think I would like to be your friend. Especially since I have never had a friend before." Her nose twitched and she looked down at the floor.

I inhaled deeply. This poor girl. She glanced up at me and I nodded in agreement that we would most definitely become good friends. I smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. She returned the smile, and I noticed something different about her eyes. They seemed glossy.

"Well, goodnight Jak." She said, playing with a strand of her hair. I nodded and smiled, retreating into the main room and then walking towards me and Daxter's room.

Daxter was already in his hammock on the wall, swinging and pushing his foot against the wall. He saw me come in and I took my shirt off, sitting on my bed.

"So," Daxter said quietly so that Darla wouldn't hear, "You've been pretty quiet for a while, Jak." I looked over at him with my eyebrow lifted. He hooted and slapped his knee, thinking his joke was just that funny. I shook my head and laughed.

"Think I have a chance?" He winked at me, and pointed his thumb at Darla's room across the main room. I flicked his ear and lay down in my bed.

"Yeah, you might have a better chance than me," He chuckled and rolled over. I put my arms behind my head, looking through the skylight at the stars. Daxter's rocking ceased and he was lightly snoring, so I assumed he passed out.

I lay there for a while, thinking about me and Daxter's adventures thus far, and about lurkers and Maia and Gol. And lastly, I thought about Darla.

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A/N:

So, how is it so far? I already have plans for the story. I'm even going to have the whole Jak story line in it (probably in about 1 or 2 chapters). It's going to be pretty action-y, adventure-y, funny, and romantic! Please, read and review!

As I have always said...

On to the next!