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Nightmare
1 ReviewsYou'd think that after everything he's been through Jak would have more normal nightmares.
Disclaimer: I wouldn't even dream of claiming to own these characters or this game. Please be directing all thoughts of that nature to Naughty Dog.
Warnings: Just a little bit of bashing. What? It's deserved!
Notes: Ok, last thing I'm gonna be able to do before being deprived of interent for a few weeks. Written for my LJ interest drabbles challenge. Eh, it's close enough. I had to flip a coin to see which one this would count for. Mary-Sue bashing or Jak.
Jak's Nightmare
by fairady
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Jak woke with a start and bolted straight up nearly catapulting Daxter to the floor.
"Wha?!" Daxter flailed around still half asleep, fortunately his brain didn't need to be fully functional to make him grab onto the nearest object for dear life. "What the hell, Jak?!"
Jak didn't answer, hunching forward over his drawn up knees he stared sightlessly at the far wall. Too many emotions swirled through his eyes, and whatever Daxter would have said next died a pitiful death on his tongue. He knew that look. Jak'd had another nightmare, one of the really bad ones.
Slowly Daxter climbed up onto the big guy's shoulder, leaning into the hands covering his face until Jak's breathing evened out. "Ya wanna talk about it?"
"It was horrible," Jak whispered, low enough to force Daxter to lean in closer. "There was a girl, and she- and I-"
Jak shuddered violently. Daxter reached up to awkwardly pat his head. It was one of those dreams. "Um, hey. It's alright now. Just a dream and none of it was real, so just forget about it."
"You don't understand, Dax," Jak shook his head. "It wasn't just a dream, it was /real/."
Daxter sighed, he hated it when Jak had these types of dreams. They always left the big guy not quite knowing what was real and what wasn't.
"Listen, pal, it was just a dream. None of it happened, ok?" Daxter tugged on Jak's ear until he was sure the other was paying attention to him. "There was no magical girl who can kick more ass than you, and look absoultely gorgeous while doing it. The girls that are here didn't turn into harpies, I didn't magically disappear, you didn't fall in love with the girl that didn't exist, you did not become a pussy, she did not help you destroy Praxis, and she did not die a slow death while proclaiming her undying love for you. Whatever it was you dreamed about did not happen."
"It didn't happen," Jak took a deep breath and fell back onto the bed. "Just a nightmare."
Daxter settled back down onto his pillow relieved that this Mary-Sue dream had been easily dealt with. "Man, why can't you ever have normal nightmares?"
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Warnings: Just a little bit of bashing. What? It's deserved!
Notes: Ok, last thing I'm gonna be able to do before being deprived of interent for a few weeks. Written for my LJ interest drabbles challenge. Eh, it's close enough. I had to flip a coin to see which one this would count for. Mary-Sue bashing or Jak.
Jak's Nightmare
by fairady
~
Jak woke with a start and bolted straight up nearly catapulting Daxter to the floor.
"Wha?!" Daxter flailed around still half asleep, fortunately his brain didn't need to be fully functional to make him grab onto the nearest object for dear life. "What the hell, Jak?!"
Jak didn't answer, hunching forward over his drawn up knees he stared sightlessly at the far wall. Too many emotions swirled through his eyes, and whatever Daxter would have said next died a pitiful death on his tongue. He knew that look. Jak'd had another nightmare, one of the really bad ones.
Slowly Daxter climbed up onto the big guy's shoulder, leaning into the hands covering his face until Jak's breathing evened out. "Ya wanna talk about it?"
"It was horrible," Jak whispered, low enough to force Daxter to lean in closer. "There was a girl, and she- and I-"
Jak shuddered violently. Daxter reached up to awkwardly pat his head. It was one of those dreams. "Um, hey. It's alright now. Just a dream and none of it was real, so just forget about it."
"You don't understand, Dax," Jak shook his head. "It wasn't just a dream, it was /real/."
Daxter sighed, he hated it when Jak had these types of dreams. They always left the big guy not quite knowing what was real and what wasn't.
"Listen, pal, it was just a dream. None of it happened, ok?" Daxter tugged on Jak's ear until he was sure the other was paying attention to him. "There was no magical girl who can kick more ass than you, and look absoultely gorgeous while doing it. The girls that are here didn't turn into harpies, I didn't magically disappear, you didn't fall in love with the girl that didn't exist, you did not become a pussy, she did not help you destroy Praxis, and she did not die a slow death while proclaiming her undying love for you. Whatever it was you dreamed about did not happen."
"It didn't happen," Jak took a deep breath and fell back onto the bed. "Just a nightmare."
Daxter settled back down onto his pillow relieved that this Mary-Sue dream had been easily dealt with. "Man, why can't you ever have normal nightmares?"
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