A/N: My first attempt to make an actual ONE-SHOT. I've never succeeded. I've made Four-shots or Five-shots but not One-shots. This little fic is dedicated to Kylie (Keysha) And I'll explain why at the end cuz if I say why now the whole ficcy might be ruined ^^;;

Disclaimer: I'm not naughty and i'm not a dog. Altho some people have called me dog-related words *sniffles* LOL..so therefore its safe to say I don't own Jak and Daxter.

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Jak & Daxter

"Run Daxxie, Run!"

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It was a ripe and sunny day in Sandover as the salty breeze brought a refreshing air of coolness over the beach.

Jak and Daxter had joined Keira for lunch as they sat atop one of the miniature plateaus sticking out of the water near the Oracle.

Daxter was once again trying to convince Keira to go out with him.

"C'mon baby, I don't really count as an animal seeing that I can talk and seeing that I was once a devillishly handsome guy that girls just loved to death." Daxter coaxed, stretching out across the bright green grass. Jak just rolled his eyes and bit down into his multi-layered super-sandwich.

Keira rolled her eyes. "I don't look at the past. And right now I'm seeing a fuzz covered creature who probably never had a girl chase him even when he WAS a boy!"

Suddenly Daxter went pale under the fuzz and Jak fell backwards laughing. Keira blinked. "Huh? It wasn't THAT funny..."

Daxter moaned and buried his face in the ground. "He's not laughing about that..."

"Then what IS he laughing about?" Keira asked, folding her arms and wondering what was making Jak laugh so hard that he might burst.

"He's laughing because I actually HAVE been chased by girls before." Daxter said, smacking Jak with his paw.

"What?" Keira asked, dumbfounded.

"Well, rather, girl. As in singular. And it wasn't something I enjoyed, either." Daxter stated honestly, stealing Jak's cheese from his sandwich. Jak only guffawed in return, not even noticing the little ottsel mooching off his super-sandwich.

"This I've gotta hear..." Keira chuckled, leaning back against a tree as Daxter shook his head as the horrible memories.

"Well..it was a few years ago...before the lurkers had scared off a lot of Sandover's villagers to move north..."

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"So Jak, wadaya wanna do t'day?" Daxter asked, as he ran over and jumped on his best friend's bed. He was still as scrawny, showing that before Daxter turned into an ottsel that puberty must've skipped out on him completely. His hair was shorter and his ears, not quite as long. And his voice was more child-like.

Jak shrugged as he placed another butterfly on the shelf of his rather impressive insect collection. Jak, himself, was rather scrawny than what his is in the present. His blonde hair was lacking a lot of the green tints and his muscles were still forming. His ears were also smaller and his facial features hadnt fully developed yet, a lot of the child-like cheek-pudge remained.

Daxter swung his feet over the side of the bed as he thought. "Well we could go over and let loose all the Bird-lady's birds..."

Jak shook his head, scrunching up his little nose. Both boys sighed. Just then there was a knock at the door. The boys heard Jak's uncle step up to it.

"HIYA MR. JAKKIE'S-UNCLE-SIR! IS DAXXIE-CHAN AROUND?"

"OH NO!" Daxter yelled, running to Jak's window and struggling to open it. Jak just sighed and watched his friend struggle against the *locked* window in vain.

Jak could hear his Uncle in the background. "Why yes, Candie, I believe he's in Jak's room."

Jak froze. No way was any GIRL coming near him. What, with cooties and all? He ran over and pushed Daxter out of the way, unlocking the window and throwing it open.

Both boys scrambled out of the window and collapsed on the grass behind the hut. They sighed heavily as they thought they had escaped.

"Did you *really* think you could pull the same trick 8 times in a row, Daxxie?"

"AHHH!" Daxter opened his eyes and jumped, his head colliding with the open window. He slumped to the ground as little power cells floated around his head.

Jak gulped as the girl stepped closer. He peered one eye open and was met with pink. Candie peered down at him with her bright pink pig-tails, freckle dotted cheeks and wide red eyes. Dressed in a cute little white and pink dress with ruffles and lace, she looked like a sugarplum faerie. Of course, the brown gloves and sandles gave her the common Sandover kid look.

"Jakkie if you don't start breathing again your face will turn purple." She stated and fluttered her girlish eyelashes.

Jak hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. Maybe cuz he knew Candie smelled like flowers and he didn't want to be entoxicated with the cootie disease.

"You can go. I want some alone time with Daxxie."

Jak gave an apologetic look to Daxter who silently pleaded him not to leave and then Jak was gone.

Candie turned to her captured boy and smiled widely. "What should we do today, Daxxie? Ohh, I know, how about we start off with a big hug!"

Daxter wanted to scream but no sound came out. Then the little girl closed in and his vocals snapped to attention.

"!"

Jak decided after about ten minutes of guilt that he wasn't going to leave his friend like he had every other time that past month. He sucked up his fear of little girls in frilly dresses and ran back towards the crime scene. He shrieked when he got there.

There was Daxter, engulfed in a death grip chibified-hug with smoochies all over his face. Candie was cuddling him and nuzzling him and the poor boy could do nothing except wail.

Just then a war-cry broke loose (Imagine Tarzan or the Waterboy's tackle yell) as Candie blinked and looked around. "What?" Jak ran into the cootie-infested embrace, grabbed his best friend and U-turned and ran outta there. There was only one place he knew of that Candie would NOT venture.

Later..

"Daxxieeeeee! Please come out and play!" Candie yelled across the fence.

Both boys refused to budge from there seats in the middle of the Yaccow pen.

Daxter sighed. "At least I don't smell like flowers anymore. Of course, I would almost take that over the fresh smell of crap."

Jak looked over at him.

"I said ALMOST, Jak."

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When Daxter finished his story, Jak was laughing even harder and Keira was trying her best to keep composure. "So you two hid out in the Farmer's pens every day until night until she moved?"

Daxter nodded. "Straight up."

"Wait a minute...what was Candie's last name?" Keira asked as Jak reached for his sandwich, now consisting of half a pickle and two slices of bread.

Daxter, quickly finishing the other half of the pickle, replied. "Cayne. Why?"

Keira stifled her laughter. "The Cayne family came to visit the Mayor today..."

Jak and Daxter sat straight up. "WHAT?"

Suddenly a voice from the beach spoke up. "Jakkie, is that you? Is Daxxie-chan with you?" The voice was now more matured, but both boys knew without a doubt that it was Candie.

"Why, yes, 'Daxxie' is right here!" Keira chimmed back, ignoring the venom seething from Daxter's glare.

Before Daxter could bolt, a streak of pink dashed up the side and landed down on the turf the trio sat at.

Jak and Daxter blinked. She was gorgeous now! She'd matured into a beautiful teenager, yet still wearing the same style of clothes. She'd definitely changed.

Okay maybe she had PHYSICALLY changed..

"WHERE IS MY DAXXIE-CHAN? WHERE IS HE?"

Jak and Keira pointed to the frozen ottsel. "That is your precious Daxxie. He matured a bit differently than the rest of us."

Daxter inwardly smiled. She would hate his guts now and he'd never live with the fear of Candie Cayne again.

"WAI! HE'S SO CUTE! WOULDN'T HE LOOK ADORABLE WITH A LITTLE RED BOW AROUND HIS NECK?"

"IIIIIIIIEEEEEYYAAAHHH!"

Daxter had never liked swimming but now the half otter, half weasel was diving down to the waters. "LURKER SHARKS, TAKE ME!"

"Oh look, he's drowning!" Candie yelled. She then threw off her dress, revealing a Rock Village Life Guard Team swimsuit. "Don't worry, Daxxie, I'LL SAVE YOU!"

Splash!

Well it looks like the Lurker Shark may be out of luck again...

Keira glanced at Jak. "So, 'Jakkie', are you scared of ALL girls?"

Then again...

Jak paled and slid back some as Keira crawled over to him. She grabbed him, pulled him close and placed a quick kiss over his lips. "Are you?"

Jak shook his head no vigorously as he grinned widely.

Nope, Lurker Shark's still gonna be hungry.

And then Jak hog-tied Phoe-chan so she couldn't write any more of the events that took place that day.

"DAXXIE! I CAN GIVE MOUTH TO MOUTH RESCUICITATION!"

~End~

Well to answer why I dedicated this little minific to Keysha, I can so picture her chasing Daxter around if she were a little kid. And of course for all the great fics she's wrote and for enjoying mine but yeah, This is for her! w00tage! go read her ficcies! They will ownz j00!

*giggles* Like it? Leave a review! And check out my site some time soon for some artwork to go with this fic. Also, wanna see more humour or romance? Hop over and check out my Secrets of the White Eco fic or Keysha's Lost White City. Both have humour and mush or in my case, potential mush seeing that my fic isn't complete yet.

As for all you other authors and reviews out there, keep it up! Every time I read a new fic or updated one, I wanna write more and every time you leave a review i wanna write even more and i feel happy! I love you guys! Well, not to the point of uber obsession. :P

This little fic was sparked while I took my first shower in a week. Bad visual, yes but we have been without power for a week and then for the last two days without phone/net. So i just got back both today and I so needed some cleansing. "Rubber Duckie...you're the one.."

But anywho, I promise I'll have Chapter 4 up of SoWE soon, seeing that i've got the chapter planned out right here in front of me. its 4.5 AM and I'm on a roll! :D

Keep it real, read a review and lets swamp naughty dog with fanmail for a sequel!

**Ignore the (bad) grammar. I do.**

*bows* Thank you for giving me your time.

Phoe-chan.