Growing Desires

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I'll try to update more often. Still no beta reader so I decided to hold out on my own for the rest of the story. Before you start reading let me just say...

WARNING: This chapter contains crude language, violence,and adult situations!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Jak& Daxter/2/3.

---Chapter 3: The Wastelander Part Two---

((Ashelin POV))

The city was in hell and there’s no way of getting out. Casualties had doubled since the last month and soldieries are dropping like flies. Veger has taken complete control of our army and forced hundreds of my best men in the front line.

Major industrial areas in the city were destroyed completely. Only three sectors remained. The docks, part of downtown central, and the city’s new capital. Veger told me that I was no longer allowed to enter combat or leave the HQ.

‘War is way too dangerous for the leader of Heaven.’ Bullshit.

When my father was alive he wasn’t afraid to fight. No one ever told him what to do, so why am I letting him rule my city? I let him pull all the strings and look what happened. We’re losing the war to a bunch of monsters and machines! I knew it was time for me to take action.

I paced quickly down the halls of city’s capital Head Quarters to my bedroom. It was a complete mess. My clothes where everywhere, my bed wasn’t made, and I think there was some food I left in there somewhere. My father told me once it was a shame a grown women like myself couldn’t keep her own room in order. I never cleaned after myself when I was child, the servants never gave me a chance.

Ignoring the mess I went straight to the closet where I kept my boots, uniforms, and guns. I wondered what normal women kept in their closest.

I got dressed and armed myself quickly. I took the elevator down to the first floor of the building and was stopped by two guards. They saluted and so did I.

“Good Morning General Ashelin.” They greeted.

“Morning.” I said. “I’m leaving to take care of some personal business and I would appreciate if the both of you didn’t tell anyone I left.”

“But...Ma’am.” One stuttered. “We have orders from count Veger...We...Can’t let you leave.”

I raised a eyebrow. “Is that so?” I asked.

It only took me a matter of seconds to knock both men out. I dragged their bodies into a near by supply room and locked it. After words I left the HQ making sure no one saw what I did.

I climbed in my zoomer and flew over to the Naughty Ottsel were I hopped to meet Torn. When I arrived the toughest soldiers and mercenaries whistled and hollered at me. Most of them looked like they were on leisure time. They were playing cards, gambling, and drinking. I was going to protest but then I noticed their bloody bandages and open wounds. Perhaps they deserved to rest once in a while.

“Greeting boys.” I said.

Sig put down his playing cards “Princess? I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” He said.

“Sig? I thought you were heading home?” I asked.

“I decided to hang around for a while.” He answered.

“Where’s Torn? I need to have a word with him.”

Everyone in the room “Ooh’ed”

“A word huh?” One of the mercenaries spoke while smoking a cigar. I believe his name was Jinx. One of Torn handy men. He got up from his table and walked towards me.

“That could only mean two things: He did something that pissed you off...” He sucked on his cigar and blew smoke rings out of his mouth. “...Or you wanna suck his dick”

I sneered.

“If you want a little loving sweet heart all ya have to do is suck mine.” He cooed.

I punched him in the gut so hard his cigar dropped out of his mouth. He fell on floor coughing like a old man. Before he could get up I stepped on his chest with my heavy boot, pinning him to the ground.

I looked him dead in the eyes. “I don’t suck small dicks!”

With that said I stomped on his groin. He silently screamed and held his hands between his legs. Everyone in the room began applauding and whistling.

“Ha Ha! That’s my girl!” They shouted. “Way to show’em sugar!”

Suddenly, Torn busted through the back door. The room became dead silent.

“What the hell is going on in here?” He shouted.

“One of your boys was a little rude to me.” I said calmly. “So I taught him some manners.”

“Ashelin? What are you doing here? I thought Veger...”

“Yes, I know.” I interrupted. “But you don’t expect me to be locked up all week?”

“No, guess I didn’t.” He stepped over the whimpering Jinx without care. “But I’m sure you’re not here to beat up my men.”

“I came here because I need your help.” I said.

Torn narrowed his eyes and asked to continue the conversation in another room. We went to the storage room where the wine bottles and barrels of beer were kept. The room was big but all the junk inside made it seem incredibly small. I leaned up against the only table in the room and crossed my arms.

“It’s about Jak isn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said. “We need to get him back.”

“You need to be more concerned about the city. Jak’s not important enough for you to be worried about him.”

“Yes he is...”

“No he’s not, Ashelin!” his yelled. “The people comes first. We’re already lost half our men this month. Now, more then ever, we need to focus all our attention on battle. Not on the whereabouts of a ex-convict.”

“Ex-convict? Jak is our friend! We need him back for he could help us.”

“If Jak really wanted to help us he would’ve came back by now.”

I didn’t believe him of course. For six months I told myself there was a logically explanation why Jak did come back to the city.

“He was exiled...” I said in low tone. “The law forbids him to step foot here.”

“You know damn well Jak don’t give a shit about the law. Face it Ashelin, we’re on our own. For once we cant count on Jak to dig us out.”

I knew Jak too well to know that he would abounded us. And I was going to prove it.

“I’ll find him.” I blurted out.

“What?” He asked.

“It’s time I did what I believe is best.” I stopped for a moment. I could imagine his reaction when I would tell him my plan. “I’m to the wasteland and find Jak myself.”

Torn chuckled “You’re actually going to go out into the desert and look for him?”

“Yes.” I said confidently.

The cocky smirk disappeared from his face. “What if he’s already dead?”

“Then I’ll find out when get there.”

Torn turned around and folded his arms on his back. He was no longer facing me but I could see the disgusted look on his face.

“I never liked the way you looked at him.”

My stomach tightened. I was so glad he wasn’t looking at me.

“W-what are you talking about?” My voice was shaky. Usually I could stay calm in any situation but this time was different. I felt ashamed as if I actually did something wrong. I wasn’t certain why.

Ignoring my question he continued.

“Ever since you two met, that guy has became your one concern. You asked him to tag along every mission you was sent out for. Always taking his side no matter how crazy or suicidal his idea. Even last week all you could talk about was him. I never thought anything of it...Until now.”

My face was red not in embarrassment but in anger. I would be lying if I told Torn I never thought about Jak in a sexual way. What girl haven’t? But I’ll be damned if he thought I was putting Jak before the people.

“Believe it or not but he is the only one left who can help us. He is a friend. Nothing more and nothing less.”

I got up from the table and made my way to the door. Then Torn grabbed my wrist and held it so tightly it hurt. I looked him in the eye and told him without words that I would break his hand if he wouldn’t let go. He stared back with those murderous looking eyes I feel in love with years ago.

“Your going to look me in the face and tell me that you don’t get cumy every time you see him?”

“Fuck you Torn.” I whispered.

“Fuck me? You haven’t been doing that lately. Maybe your saving up for him.”

That was my breaking point. I punched him with my free hand hard enough for him to let go of my wrist. He stumbled backwards and quickly regain his balance. He stood straight and wiped the blood from the corner his mouth. I left not bothering to apologize. I marched past the soldiers and nearly knocking Sig out my way.

I left the bar and headed for my zoomer parked right outside on the curve. I so angry that I didn’t even notice Sig had followed me out. He grabbed my shoulder I took out my gun and pointed it right in his face. He didn’t flinch, hell he didn’t even blink.

“Are you really gonna shoot me?” He asked almost jokingly.

I sighed and put my gun away. “Sorry.” I said , “Reflexes.

“You’re not planing to go out into the desert alone are you?”

“So you heard.” I said while I jumped into my car and started the engine. “Don’t try to stop me.”

“I wasn’t planing to. I was going to ask if I could tag along.”

I gave him a confused look. ‘Why would he possible want to go on this wild goose chase?’ I thought.

“Listen Ashelin,” He said, “You’re going to need a guide. Someone who knows the desert like the back of his hand. I’m the only one left in this hell hole who knows where Jak is.”

“How? Has he contacted you?” I questioned.

“Not exactly. I’ve gotten word from Damas that Jak became wastelander and top ranking champ.”

“Damas! How do you know him?”

“I was born in Spira, I should know who my leaders is. So you’re going to take me with you or leave out here in the street?”

“Why are you doing this Sig?” I asked.

“Do I really need a reason for being a friend?” He asked.

I have to admit but I was deeply moved. Sometimes I can forget that they’re people like Sig who are still cares.

“Get in. I want to get to Spira before sundown.”

“You’re the boss.” He jumped in the passengers’s seat and threw his peacemaker in the back. I switched the control of the car to highest altitude it was able to go.

“Ready to go find our lost hero?” I asked Sig.

“You bet’cha. Let’s ride!”

I stepped on the gas flew off over the docks, past the fallen walls, and into the unknown.

---Hours Later---

We reached the city of Spira mid day. It was my first time visiting the city and I wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms. Soon as we entered through the gates I was shot with nasty looks from citizens. It could’ve been because of my Krimson Guard uniform. Sig warned me that the people of Spira hated the law especially since most of them where thrown of Heaven by my father.

I ignored them and continued to walk by Sig’s side. I was a little worried that someone in the crowd would try to shoot me but he told me not to worry.

“I’m the City’s champion. Standing next to me is like a stamp of approval.” He assured me and I took his word for it.

I couldn’t believe how hot the desert actually was. The heat was killing me and the leather I was wearing didn’t help. I was sweating bullets and Sig looked unfazed by the weather. Living in out here for so long would help anyone adapt to such conditions but how? Wouldn’t they die first?

Finally after what seemed like eternity we arrived at the palace. The doors swung open and beautiful servants bowed to us.

“Welcome daughter of Haven and Greetings Champion.” They said. “Our leader was expecting you.”

I never told Damas I was coming. Then again he always had a nak for knowing about things before they actually happened.

Sig and I was escorted to the throne. One of the servants saw how badly I was sweating and gave me a cloth and a pitcher of water. I thanked her and she left. Damas wasn’t in the room so I sat on the rim of a gorgeous fountain and waited.

Then a women with purple braided hair and brown skin entered the room.

“Siggy!” She shouted.

“Xandra!” Sig said.

‘Siggy?’ I thought.

She leapt into his arms and he caught her with ease. He gave her a tight yet loving hug.

“As soon as I heard you where here I dropped everything and came looking for you.” She said.

Sig put her down.

“I’ve missed you Xandra.” He said.

“I’ve missed you too, champion.”

She placed her hands on both sides of his face. Then she slapped him ruining the whole romantic moment. Sig didn’t look hurt or angry. Instead he just smiled.

“How could you leave without ever telling me where you was going?” She yelled. “I thought you were dead!”

“You know I can’t die that easily.”

“Well you’re about too!” She threaten. “I should break your legs, cut out your insides, and feed whatever is left of you to the kanga-rats!”

And I thought Tess was tough girl.

“I’m sorry my little desert flower. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.” She cooed as she leaned closer to him. “Or else.”

I felt uncomfortable watching them. I knew they were about to kiss so I looked away. I tried to feel jealous of the two. They really look like they were in love.

“Save that for the bedroom champion.” Damas said as he entered.

Sig and Xandra broke from their loving embrace and they bowed.

“You two can go but don’t forget we have business to discuss later.”

“Yes sir.” Sig said and left taking Xandra with him.

Damas turned to me and smiled.“Ashelin,” He said, “You have grown.”

“And you have...Aged.” I joked noticing his bald spot.

“Heh, yes I have. Come age, come wisdom.” His kind smile turned into stern look. “I suppose you’re here for the wastelander. Jak, correct?”

“I knew you would find him.” I said.

“He is the best warrior I have seen in years. The boy fights hard. But I have to admit I had my doubts. When I saw your signature on his beacon I knew he had to be worth something. Turns out I was right.”

“You always were.”

“If you came looking for him, he’s not here.”

“Where is he?” I asked eagerly.

“In the desert hunting a few metal heads that attacked my wastelanders a few days ago. He wont be back anytime soon.”

“I need to see him as soon as possible. Is there anyway I can contact him?”

“He didn’t take his communicator. Only his beacon.”

I grunted in frustration and started to pace back and forth. Then I had a idea.

“Can his beacon receive signals from zoomers?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“The desert isn’t a safe place for you to travel alone, girl. Take one of my men with you.”

“No, I need to speak to him alone. Can he receive signals or not?”

He grunted. “You were always reckless.”

“If you don’t answer me Damas I’ll just find out for myself.” I walked away.

“Ashelin!” He called out. “You’re a grown women now and I could no longer give you orders. So be careful.”

I turned my head over my shoulders “Am I always?”

---Later---

How could’ve I been so careless? So fucking stupid! I should’ve watched my back. I let my guard down for less then a second and get held hostage by some disgusting smelling wastelander. I’m Was So Fucking Stupid!

The man had his fat arm around my neck so tightly I couldn’t breath. I tried to escape but my arms where pinned to my back. It felt like they were going to break! I didn’t know what to do, think, or say.

Jak threaten to shoot him if didn’t let go but a second man showed up and pointed his gun at his temple. He told Jak to drop his gun but he didn’t. As if possible my heart pumped faster.

‘He’s going to die!’ I thought. ‘Damnit, we’re both going to die! This is all my fault!’

Then I saw something jump on the man’s leg. It was small, furry, and orange little rodent. It was Daxter! He bit his thigh sinking his teeth through his skin. He screamed firing in the air instead of Jak head. As if he planed it Jak fired at my captor.

Slowly the pressure around my neck was gone and the large man fell backwards on the ground. I fell on my knees and gasped air.

While the second man was busy trying to get Daxter off his leg Jak quickly turned around and shot him in the neck. Holding his squirting wound he slowly fell on knees. After gurgling blood he eyes rolled to back of his head and died. The ottsel crawled off body and began to spit.

“Yuck! The tasted like a dead leaper!” He said.

Jak ran to my side.

“Ashelin! Are you okay?” He asked.

“I...Will be.” I coughed. “Thank you.”

He just stood there watching me while I tried to breath normally. He dropped to his knees and pulled down his scarf and goggles. He lifted up my chin to look at my face. Still breathing hard I looked into his bright blue eyes. I couldn’t look away from them. They were almost hypnotic.

“You’re hurt.” He said.

“Huh?” I touched my forehead and felt a warm thick liquid run down my face. It was blood. I was bleeding from my hair.

“It’s nothing,” I told him, “ I’m okay.”

He continued to stare at me. It became so quiet all I could hear was the cracking of the flames. But you can always count on the little loud mouth to break such silence.

“Hey!” He yelled, “Shouldn’t we get outta here before more of those nasty Marauders show up?”

“Yeah, we should.” Jak said.

“Should we go back to Spira?” I asked.

“No.” He said. “Me and Dax have mission to complete.”

Jak stood up and helped my the ground. “Go home.”

I didn’t think I heard him right. My ears were still ringing from the blast. Dax hopped on his shoulder as he walked away. Leaving me standing there baffled.

“What? Wait!” I stood up.

I ran in front of him.

“I didn’t travel hundreds of miles just to be sent home.” I said. “Jak I need you. The entire city in chaos and Veger has taken complete control of my army. Come back to the Haven and help us win this war before there’s nothing left.”

He folded and gave me a look that made my blood run cold. Even Daxter was shooting me a death stare.

“When I needed help you threw out me out into the desert. And now when you need my help, you expect me to forget what you did?”

“Yeah,” Dax agreed, “We were treated like yesterday’s trash. Let me tell ya something babe, me and Jak can’t be recycled. Once we’re out, we’re out!”

“But...The city!” I pleaded.

“The city can rot for all I care! Now if you’ll excuse me...”

He tried to walk around me but I stood in his way again.

“What about your friends, Jak? You’re going to let them die too?” I asked.

“Friends?”Daxter said sarcastically, “What are those again? Oh yeah, the back stabbers who didn’t have the balls to stand up for us.”

“I don’t care what happens to them.” Jak said, “If they die so what? They deserve it!”

I knew Jak was capable of saying some cold things but this had to be the worst. I was so tempted to hit him but I restrained myself.

“Do I deserve to die too, Jak?” I asked angrily.

He raised his eyebrows as if he was actually shocked by what I asked. And there it was again. That eerie silence.

“I don’t know. Do you?” He simply asked me.

Of course I didn’t answer. I was trying to make things right again but it was all blowing up in my face.

“Go home Ashelin” He repeated, “Find yourself another hero. I’m through playing one.”

“You’re looking at wastelanders now toots.” Daxter waved two fingers in the air. “Peace out!”

I shook my head in defeat walked away. The city turned their backs on him and he did the same. So was I surprised?

I stepped over debris of scattered pipes and metal to get to my zoomer. Just when I thought all hope was lost he called out my name.

“Ashelin!”

I stopped but I didn’t look back.

“The beacon you gave me...” He paused, “Thanks.”

“Your welcome.” I slowly got into the car and turned the key into the ignition. I filliped on the necessary switches for it to start. Before the zoomer was a inch off the ground Jak slammed the hood. I nearly jumped out of my seat.

“Wait!” He yelled over the roar of the engine. “You shouldn’t head home now its almost sunset.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to do in the first place?” I yelled back.

“The desert is dangerous at night. You should...You should stay with me until dawn.”

I turned off engine to make sure I heard him right.

“Let me get this straight.” I said. “A minute ago you wanted me to leave and now you’re asking me to stay?”

“Just until dawn.” He said.

I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

“Because...” he paused, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

That was a odd surprise, he actually cared about me. It made me feel warm inside. But of course I dismissed the feeling and hatched another brilliant plan.

‘If I could spend just a little more time with him I might be able to change his mind. Somehow.’ I thought.

“Okay.” I told him. “I’ll stay. But just one night.”

He smirked and walked around zoomer. “There’s a tent I pitched near a oasis not to far from here. You might want to let me drive.”

I moved over to the passenger’s seat and Jak took the wheel. Not for long we were off.

Sometime Later

Never again will I ever ride in the same car as Jak. Not only was he going to fast, he was reckless. He took short cuts through caves and old abandon villages. There was absolutely no reason for him to do so. I told him he could have just easily switch the zoomer to it’s highest altitude and get to the oasis in no time.

His excuse, ‘What’s the fun in that?’

It was exciting but more horrifying. In fact I have a strange suspicion he did most of his death defying tricks just to hear me scream. I hated screaming...Out of fear I mean. When we fanily arrived oasis I was surprised how big the tent was. It was tall enough for Veger to stand in and would still have head room. It was wide enough to be house. The material of the tent was smooth but strong. I assumed it was made out of yakow skin.

The surrounding its self was beautiful. It was a large oasis surrounded by thick green grass and colorful desert plants. Not far from it was parked a sand shark.

“Do you spend most of your time outside of Spira?” I asked Jak while gazing at the beautiful sight.

“Yeah, most of our missions takes at least a couple of days to complete.” He answered.

“It aint easy being a wastelander.” Daxter bragged. “I risk my neck day in a day out for old sand king Damas and what does he gives me? Nada, Zip, Nothing!”

“Really?” Jak said. “The money, the gun upgrades, the free meals, and the unlimited amount of liquor. All that is nothing?”

Daxter scratched the back of his head. “Oh yeah and those. But I would like a ‘Thank you Orange lighting. You’re the greatest warrior this world has ever known’ Ever now and then.”

I smiled. Even though I can’t stand that orange furball I loved it when he pouts. The sky was getting dark and Jak decided to make a fire. While he gather the necessary materials I went to oasis to clean the ash and the dried blood off my face and arms. I drank so much water I thought I would burst.

After wards I started to shiver because the tempter was dropping. I left the oasis and waited for Jak to start the fire. He threw some dead wood in a small circle surrounded by black rocks. Then he pulled out a bottle from a bag he taken from his tent and poured alcohol all over the logs.

Before I could ask what he was doing he tossed Daxter the bottle. He took a sip but he didn’t sallow. Then pulled out a match, lit it, put in his mouth and spit fire. The flame from his mouth ignited campfire.

Dax threw his arms into the air and shouted. “TA-DA!”

I clapped my hands slightly. “Bravo, Daxter.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He bowed, “And Now, For my next trick, I’m going to...Bed!”

He walked his to the tent. “I had enough explosions, fire, and blood for one day. Good Night.” He went inside.

Jak and I sat Indian style on opposite ends of the fire.

“Where did he learn how to do that?” I asked.

“Vex taught him.” Jak answered. “He’s a friend of ours.”

“You made friends.” I said almost too disappointed.

“Uh-huh.”

I moved closer to the fire to keep warm.

“Not too close.” He warned. “Sometimes the wood would crack from the heat and flames would fly out.”

I moved back quickly and thanked him for the warning. After three hours of siting there in total silence watching Jak clean his gun I began to grow sleepy. I tried to keep my eyes open but they closed on their own. My eyes soon opened when I felt someone was picking me up.

“Ah!” I cried as Jak scooped me up in his arms.

“Sorry, I thought you were sleeping.” He whispered.

“I wasn’t...I was, uh?” It was hard trying to think of something to say while he held me. He felt so warm I just wanted to nuzzle closer to him like a infant.

“...I was just resting my eyes.”

I wanted to slap myself. It was the worst excuse in the book and I was sure he didn’t buy it.

“Maybe we should go ‘rest our eyes’ inside now.” He said.

He put me down and I followed him inside the tent. There were guns and bullets all over the floor. Empty liquor bottles were every where as well. In the middle of the tent there was a huge bundle black and blue blankets. Near the corner was a lit lantern and a large round faded red pillow Daxter was sleeping soundly on.

Jak walked to the pile of blankets and began to take his amour and his shirt off. There was very little light but I could see how perfectly tanned he was. I could also tell he was a little more muscular then the last time I’ve seen him. He turned around and noticed I was staring. I looked away and hid my flushed face.

He took of the his boots and plopped on the blankets. He laid back with his hands behind his head. I thanked the processors he didn’t take off his pants. I cursed them too.

“Are you coming to sleep or you just going to stand there?” He asked.

“Sleep where?” I looked around too see if there was another pile of blankets I could rest on. There wasn’t any.

“Where else?” He said

“You want me to sleep with you?” I asked dumbly.

He looked at me and cocked a eyebrow. That was when I realized what I just said sounded sexual. It made me blush even deeper.

“What? This tent isn’t good enough for you, Princess?” He said sarcastically. “Or maybe you’re afraid I might bite?”

I felt the rush of heat run down my thighs as my mind played out dirty images. I shook them off and began to take off my uniform. I looked him straight in the eye while I undressed, almost daring him to say or think anything disgusting.

I left my dark red underwear and bra on. I was not embarrassed to be with him half naked. I crawled next to him and wrapped my self tightly with one blanket. I turned my back and wished him a good night.

Two hours passed and I was wide awake. I tried everything to fall asleep, from counting sheep to solving complicated math problems in my head. Nothing worked. I started to shiver badly from the cold.

“It’s the god forsaken desert!” I whispered to myself.“How could it be so cold?”

“You cold?” Jak asked me.

I gasped. I didn’t know he was awake too.

“Sorry,” I said, my back still turned to his. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t. Here.” He went under the covers and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my body closer to his.

I felt his warm chest on my back and I became stiff. After a minute my body loosen up and moved closer to feel the heat of his body. I started to caress his arm with my hand. As a result he hugged me tighter until there was no spaces between us.

We stayed like this for a few minutes but things became more, intense. He removed his arm from my waist and began stroking my sides softly. I sighed at the warm gesture. His hands moved down to my thigh and rubbed a little harder.

It really didn’t take a genius to know where this was headed. I could’ve told him to stop but I didn’t want him to. I encouraged him to continue by making small breathing noises with my mouth.

His hand moved from my thighs and pressed against my stomach. Slowly he moved his hand under my panties. I gasped when I felt his fingers rubbed my most sensitive area. His free hand wrapped around my chest and began rubbing my hard nipple through my bra. I moaned each time he rubbed or squeezed me.

‘What am I doing?’ I asked myself. ‘This is wrong...Oh gods this is so wrong.’

What was worse, Jak started to suck on my neck. At that point I told my subconscious to shut up and let me enjoy myself. Even if I was cheating.

Eventually I shift legs apart, giving him silent permission to enter me. He did, sliping his fingers between my lips. I bit down on my bottom lip to repress a loud moan from escaping. I didn’t want to wake that bastard ottsel. He thrust his two fingers in and out of me to point were I thought I was going crazy. I felt my climax building.

He removed his hand from my breast and I turned my face to his. He forced a daring kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth. When I came I released a short scream into his month. He pulled his slick fingers out of me and crawled on top of me. Never once breaking our kiss. I grabbed the back of his head roaming my fingers through his greenish blond hair as I sucked his tongue. I was in great delight when I felt his hard erection rub between my legs.

Then, just like that, he stopped. He levered himself up by his hands and stared down at me with to most dreaded look on his eyes. I was still breathing hard, but not out of pleasure but in fear.

“Jak?” I whispered.

He got up and left the tent. Leaving me on my back, still breathing abnormally. The lost of body heat made me moan in disappointment. I got up and followed after him in the cold desert night. He had his arms behind his head and inhaled deeply.

“Jak, what’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Nothing.” He said. “I just need some fresh air. Go back inside it’s cold.”

“I’m fine.” I slowly walked closer to him. “Jak.”

He ignored me.

“Jak what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” His voiced raised. “Go back inside.”

“At least tell me what just happened,.” I waved my hand towards the tent, “In there.”

“Don’t give me that!” He turned around to face me. “You know exactly what you were

trying to do!”

I placed my hands on my bare hips. “What exactly was trying to do, Jak?” I said as calmly as I could.

“You come all the way out here to convince me go back to the city.” He said, “I refused and suddenly you think fucking me is just going to change my mind?”

I was out ragged. He came on to me not the other way around. I was so angry I could’ve shot him. Luckily for him I left my gun in the zoomer.

“Do you think I would actually sleep with you to...”

“Yeah, I do!” he shot back. “I know how you are.”

He was just like Torn. Thinking I would sell myself out just to get what I want.

“You don’t know me at all.” I said angrily.

“I know that you’re traitor. And traitors are not to be trusted.” He said.

I took a breath to control my anger.

“Jak, I’m sorry for what I did to you. But you have to understand I didn’t have a choice. Veger...” I put my hands on his shoulders but he quickly smacked it off.

“When the sun comes up. I want you to leave and don’t bother coming back.”

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. It became painfully clear that Jak wasn’t the hero I remember anymore . He was cold hearted wastelander. I turned on a heel and went back into the tent.

I woke the next morning to find Jak and Daxter missing. I put my clothes and armor and walked outside to find the sand shark missing. Tire tracks were still visible in the sand. But not for long as the desert wind picked covering the tracks.

I hopped in my zoomer and headed back home. If Jak didn’t want to ‘play’ the hero then I can’t force him.

Torn was right, Jak did die in the desert. Heaven city was done for and I didn’t care.

---End of Chapter Three---