Not Everything is as it Seems

By OrlandoBloomFn.

Rated: PG-13 for language and some romance. (JakxKeria. I know, I can't help myself.)

Summery: After a horrible accident, Jak is as good as dead. Until his life is saved by the most unlikely thing imaginable. This forces Jak to realize that not everything is as it seems. Then what if it wants a favor in return...

Disclaimer: I don't own Jak or any of the other characters. Except Firenza, Goth, and Zotz, I own them. Also, I own the Metal-Head, Metal-Prince, I made it up. I trust you can figure out what I own and what I don't own from there.

Chapter I: The Accident.

"Jak, for the last time!" Torn cried in exasperation, "I don't have a mission for you! You are not the only Underground member, let someone else take care of things for a while!" He hung up.

"Damn, there's nothing for us to do." Daxter complained.

"Since when have you been so keen to go on missions?" asked Jak, "If I remember correctly, you would always try to weasel your way out of going with me."

"People say stupid things when they are bored." Then his eyes brightened as he got an idea. "Hey! Let's go Metal-Head Hunting!"

"Fine by me." Jak said casually, "There's Dead Town over there. You can always find Metal-Heads in there" They walked up to the door and it wooshed open.

"Hey, Jak," asked Daxter suddenly as the door closed behind them and they waited for the second door to open. "Have you ever wondered why the Metal-Heads are so evil? Have you ever stopped and thought about why they act the way they act?"

Jak frowned. "I don't know and I really don't care. I'm not a scientist that studies them. I don't need to know why they are evil. The only thing I know about Metal-Heads is that they make great targets." He said this as though it closed the matter. They walked into Dead Town and looked around for a likely looking Metal-Head. This is strange; there are no Metal-Heads here.

"Hey, look! By the Ruined Tower!" said Daxter pointing, "There's a Metal-Head!" Jak followed Daxter's finger and saw a Metal-Head that he had never seen before. With a large wingspan and with every single vital organ covered in Metallic gray armor, this was defiantly the toughest looking Metal-Head they had ever seen, apart from the Metal-Head Leader himself. Jak grinned; it had been a long time since he came across a real challenge.

It was so heavily armored that Jak doubted the Blaster would have any real effect on it. This was a PeaceMaker job. Jak looked around for a likely place to stand while he got a shot. A ledge sticking out of a wall caught his eye.

"Hold on, Daxter." Jak stared to climb up on the ledge. But Jak jumped off and stayed on the ground.

"I don't know, Jak." Said Daxter, "That ledge doesn't look too stable. I don't think it will hold your weight."

Jak scoffed, "Of coarse it will hold my weight!" (OBF: Famous Last Words.)

Daxter watched as Jak pulled himself up onto the ledge. He got out his PeaceMaker and took aim. The laser sight was centered right on the Metal-Head's chest. It appeared to not notice. Jak grinned again, This is almost too easy, He thought. (OBF: Careful what you wish for.) He was about to blow the Metal-Head to Hell when he heard a slight crunching noise. The ledge, along with the whole wall was falling down on top of him!

Jak didn't even have time to cuss as hundreds of rocks buried him.

(Daxter's POV)

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" I shouted hysterically as I as I rushed toward the large pile of rocks that my friend had disappeared moments before. "Jak! Jak, you stupid bastard! I told you I didn't like the look of that damn ledge!" I stopped as I heard a groan coming out from under the rocks. "Jak! Are you alright?"

"Do I (beep)-ing look alright?" Came Jak's crushed voice from under the rocks somewhere. "I just had a whole damn mountain fall on me!"

"What's hurt?" I asked frantically.

"Every time I breathe it feels like someone is stabbing me in the chest. Couple of broken ribs. Damn! My arm too. Daxter, you are going to have to dig me out. I can't do it on my own."

"But that could take hours!" I protested, "You could die before I get you out of there!"

"We don't have much of a choice, Dax." Came Jak's voice again, he sounded shaken at the thought of dying.

However, I wasn't paying much attention, for in the distance, I saw a sight that made my blood run cold. "Jak, we have another problem. That Metal-Head you were hunting is flying over." Indeed, the Metal-Head was coming, no doubt attracted by the noise, to eat Jak.

"Daxter! You need to go hide!" Jak cried out from under the rocks. "There's nothing you came do for me! Who knows? Maybe I can fight him off..."

Tears were running down my face at the thought of leaving my best friend at the mercy of a Metal-Head. "With busted ribs and a broken arm? It will eat you alive."

But Jak didn't answer, and with a cry of despair, frustration, and rage I threw myself behind a large boulder and watched in horror as the Metal-Head landed near the pile where Jak lay trapped.

The Metal-Head looked even more horrifying up close. The armor that covered its face swept back so that they resembled two-foot long horns. It stood eight feet tall, and had bulging muscles that could rival any pumped-up wrestler. Its claws looked as though they could extend from the tips of its fingers. Its twelve-foot wingspan would have normally impressed me, but not today, as it was about to kill and eat my best and only friend in the whole world.

The monster bent down to sniff the boulders.

Oh, please, just go away! I thought to myself, Just go away and find something else to eat. The creature sniffed and grunted and, to my horror, began to shift the boulders aside. I watched as the Metal-Head slowly exposed Jak, covered in blood with his arm sticking out at a weird angle. It appeared that he had passed out. The creature stood back to get a look at his prey.

Then the most amazing thing happened, the Metal-Head spread its wings and flew away. I watched it go, vaguely wondering why the Metal-Head had left its food. However, I had more important things to worry about, Jak for instance. I ran to the uncovered body.

"Jak! Wake up! We have to go!" I urged him to wake up.

"I don't wanna..." Jak said groggily. He shifted and the pain of his injuries woke him up. "Oh, damn, I hoped this was all a dream..."

"We have to get you help!" I said.

"Yes, Keria will help me, but first you have to bandage up my arm." He pulled off his bandana and tossed it at me. "I think I can walk with broken ribs, but this arm with cause too much pain unless it's bandaged. Just wrap it up."

I carefully wrapped the bandana around Jak's arm. Jak grabbed a piece of torn leather from his outfit and gripped it between his teeth, ready to bite down.

"Ready?" I asked, Jak nodded, and I tugged on the bandana.

"(beep)" Jak cursed though the leather. I stopped. "No! Keep going, it'll only take longer and hurt worse if you don't get it over with." I started to wrap up his arm again. There were tears of pain running down his face. I finished his arm and he spat out the piece of chewed-up leather. "Damn, that hurt! Remind me never to bust my arm again." He gingerly stood up, wincing from his ribs. "You're gonna have to drive to Keria's place. I can't drive in the state I'm in."

"But, I can't drive!" I protested.

"Come on, you big baby, you won the Class Two Race with out my help. It's enough that I have to walk out of this place, let alone worrying about driving afterwards!"

With that, Jak hobbled out of Dead Town with me walking on the ground next to him.

OBF: Oh, come on, Jak just like totally got jacked up! He can hardly carry his own weight, let alone Daxter's! Give the poor guy a break!

Jak: Why did you make me cry? I could handle that!

OBF: Yeah, right, whatever you say... Let's just play a little game, I'll break your arm and wrap it up and see how you react.

Jak: Uh, never mind.

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