Nirvana

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Nirvana: a place or state characterized by freedom from or oblivion to pain, worry, and the external world.

Plot bunnies wouldn’t leave me alone on this one. Will someday have a picture to go with this. Warning: alcohol and narcotics abuse. angst ahead. If you can’t handle stuff like this- Its time to traumatize yourself, read on! ;-)

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The room was overly dark. More dark then necessary for the middle of the afternoon. Windows were drawn shut and the door tightly locked. Random shirt stuffed under it-just in case.

The room was small, just barely big enough to hold the bed and dresser. Another door leads to an adjoining bathroom that was shared by another bedroom.

A single figure lay on the bed. Obviously male and naked from the waist up. The slight sunken but muscled torso was lined with scars; some jagged and large, others seemed to have been carefully applied with a small blade. Green roots bled into the remaining unkempt blonde hair. Eyes, deep blue and bleary stared vacantly at the ceiling.

Jak reached over, fumbling around the bed for one of the various bottles in the room. Grasping the neck of one he tilted it back before realizing it was empty. Tossed it away and reach for another. Almost sighed as the burning liquid made its burning path to his gullet.

When the bottle was finished he tossed it away in favor of rolling over to reach for the remains of a death stick sitting in a half full ashtray

Put one end in his mouth and relit the other. Inhaled deeply as the black smoke made its way into his lungs. His whole body relaxed as the drug made its way through his system. Body too far long denied its properties.

Death sticks had lived up to their name in early production, before the stupid fucks that made them figured out that adding even small amounts of dark eco was a bad thing. Once that particular problem had been prevented death sticks had become Haven’s – and Kras City’s – most highly sought after narcotic.

It was nearly fucking heaven once you got used to the thick dark smoke they produced. All your muscles going limp, heart slowed to a lazy rhythm, your head high as a fucking kite. And of course the occasional hallucination.

Make no mistake death stick were by no means a safe drug. Users ended up with all sorts of medical problems, ranging from open sores to disease of all kinds. But not Jak, He had the advantage of light eco to prevent any unpleasant side effects while being able to enjoy all the greater aspects of the drug and if need be- purge it from his system.


Jak flopped back over one arm over his eyes while idly puffing the death stick. It was rare that he got to indulge himself. To be able to just able to throw everything in his life out the window. No one around for miles to barge in and ruin it. Jak’s roommate -Jinx- was doing what ever it was that he did when he wasn’t here at the apartment or doing missions for Torn. But he had taken his rucksack meaning he wouldn’t be back for days.

And everyone else Jak new was two busy with their own lives to be concerned where Haven’s hero had disappeared to.

Daxter was busy with the Naughty Ottsel and his family.

Torn was busy helping Ashelin run the city.

Keira was busy doing mechanic stuff.

Samos was… doing what ever sages did.

Of course Sig was too busy making sure his people survive to spare a thought to why Jak hadn’t come to Spargus in over a year.

And Seem couldn’t care less what he was doing.

Those in Kras City would only give a passing thought to the nineteen year old that won the championship.

Everyone that Jak had ever known had all but passed him off, forgotten him.

And that was just fine with him.

Better to leave him here with his booze and drugs. Jak absently wiped a tear from his face. Smoke was making his eyes water.

Jak sat up groggily, his head lolled forward onto his chest before he was able to right it. The Drugs made his limbs feel like they weighed a ton. Sluggishly he moved out of bed, knocked bottles together and onto the floor. When he made it to the edge of the bed, instead of standing up like he had meant to Jak land in a heap on the floor where he spent the next few minutes giggling.

Jak grinned as he watched the cracks in the wall and paint writher like worms and the carpet seemed to shift around as much as the sands in the wasteland. Rolling onto his stomach he forced himself onto his hands and knees. Jak crawled into the bathroom with some difficulty. It was because the floor kept tilting and rolling. And he had to keep stopping to wait for the holes in the floors with the black tentacles to close back up.

He reached for the blue sink to pull himself up but he couldn’t seem to grasp it. His hand kept going threw it. Jak guessed it didn’t feel like helping him stand up so he grabbed green one instead. Finally standing upright again Jak didn’t seem to notice the haggard looking young man in the mirror as he opened the medicine cabinet.

Jak absently swatted away a speck of light. Pills, pills, and more pills…what to choose? Running his finger alone the bottles He settled on one labeled “cough Medicine” and “Spritein”. Grinning wanly he stumbled back to the bed knocking empty bottles aside as he did so. Pulling off the cap he poured some of the cough medicine into an empty bottle and mixed in various other things. He tilted the bottle back and let out a “Woo!” as the cocktail mix hit his system.

Jak leaned back against where his headboard would have been had he had one. Stretching he reached for a bottle of Jack. After taking a swig from the bottle Jak popped five of the little pills and swallowed. Jak scratched his cheek trying to remember what they were for. Then shrugged and decided it didn’t matter. Oh wait; they were some sort of pain relief. That’s right now he remembered, they were for sore muscles and joints. Jinx’s? Jak shrugged, no big deal he’d buy him more. (And put the new ones in with the old to replace what he took and keep the extra for himself)

Now that was a good plan. Jak grinned in satisfaction. Suddenly drowsy Jak lay down. Blinking he put his hand to his head. He hadn’t expected that. Bringing Jinx’s pain relievers close to his face Jak read the bottle.

Side effects include: Nausea, sore throat, headache, drowsiness, and dry eyes.

Do not operate heavy machinery with out know how Spritein will affect you. Do not take if you are on any other medication without first consulting a healer. Do not take with Alcohol.

Jak yawned. Well that explained his sudden tiredness. Curling up Jak pulled the covers over his head and fell asleep.

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The bathroom door in Jak’s room cracked open and a slim figure slipped inside, knock empty bottles as he did so. The figured surveyed the room with a sigh. Medicine bottles, close to almost twenty different kind alcoholic bottles, and - the figure picked up a bud from the ashtray on the bed and sniffed- yup death sticks. He didn’t even want to know what else was stashed in here.

Jinx started to pick up empty bottles and throw them in a garbage bag he brought in with him. Jak didn’t even stir from all the noise he was making. There used to be a time if he so much as breath wrong in another room Jak would wake up. Ones that still had liquid left in him he turned upside down in the sink before adding them to the rapidly filling bag. He made sure to check under the covers.

That task completed Jinx took the ashtray and pack of death sticks on the bed and tossed in with the bottles then rummaged around the room for the rest of Jak’s stash. He found them behind the dresser. Sighing he tossed them in the now full bag and set it by the apartment’s entrance to be taken care of later.

Jinx sat on the bed next to Jak may be able to protect himself from the worst of the side effect but he still look horrible. The kid was seriously fucking up his life and he didn’t even seem to care; which was why Jinx was checking him into rehab. that was what he was doing all day while Jak made a mess of himself. He took his rucksack so Jak would think he would be gone long enough to do this and get over it enough before he got back.

That’s what the healer at the center had said to do. The only way Jinx could confront some one in Jak’s mental state about this was to catch him doing it, otherwise he’d just deny it. Which was what he meant to do when He came in here, but since Jak was asleep. Well, either way he was confronting him tomorrow. This had to stop before Jak killed himself. Jinx turned over his spritein that he found while cleaning Jak’s room. He’d have to hide the meds before Jak woke up.

Jinx pushed some of Jak’s hair out of his eyes. It would end tomorrow. He vowed. Tomorrow Jak was getting the help he needed if Jinx had to drag his scrawny ass kicking and screaming all the way to the center. He would stick by his side all the way through this. That’s what you did for the one you loved. Jinx picked Jak up and carried him to his room. He didn’t want him in that filth infested place anymore.

Placing Jak carefully on his bed Jinx disrobed down to his boxers and crawled in beside him. Wrapping his arms around the young adult Jinx sighed. “Hope y’ll forgive me sugar. But I’ve gotta do what’s best for ya.” Having said that Jinx turned out the light and followed Jak into sleep.

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Whatcha think? Loved it? Hated it? I wanna know. Yes I know death sticks is from star wars, so sue me. It fit. I couldn’t resist throwing a little Jak/Jinx. Had fun with this. Hope y’all enjoyed.