Author's Note: Hiyas! This is my first Jak 'n' Daxter/Jak II fanfic. If the characters are… Well, out of character, I'm really sorry. I haven't been playing the game for very long… Three days now actually. Once again, sorry for anyone who's OOC. ;

Disclaimer: I don't own Jak & Daxter, or any of the characters in this fanfic. Unless I make up a random guard, or something. But I doubt it.

Chapter 1 – Worry and Denial

Down a short flight of stairs, into the dimly lit headquarters of the Underground, a tall elf walks slowly. His footsteps quiet as he walks from the doorway toward the large desk, covered with various maps and pieces of paper with notes and detailed mission information scribbled on them carelessly. The tall red-headed elf reaches down, picking up a piece of paper in one rough-skinned hand. He focuses his ice blue eyes on the messy scrawl on the page, reading over a few lines of the mission, before his mind begins to wander to the reckless blonde renegade whom he had just watched leave. The mission he was sent on was a particularly dangerous and difficult one. Before, he had lost two men to the metal heads, as they attempted, yet failed, the mission. He had been quite reluctant to speak, as he explained the mission's details to the younger elf and his annoying companion. He wasn't sure why he hadn't wanted to shorter elf to go on this mission. Torn shook his head quickly, 'Why the hell am I worrying about h? Why do I care is this mission could kill him…? ………… Why am I asking myself what I don't know…?' he shook his head quickly once again, to shake thoughts of Jak out of his mind, before turning away from the table. He tosses the now crumpled up mission information over his shoulder as he begins to walk back to the entrance of the Underground, grabbing a wrench from a table beside the door, deciding to fix the hover car that Jak nearly destroyed coming back from his last mission.

He walks up the stairs, and out into Haven City, lifting a hand to shield his sensitive blue eyes from the bright midday light. Turning slightly, he walks toward the hover that is now leaned against the wall, not longer able to hover in place. As his eyes adjust to the light, he lowers his hand, instead using it to open the hood of the hover. His frown deepens as he sees the extensive damage done to the engine. It was fixable, but it would definitely take up a lot of his time. Perhaps if Jak returned he would make him fix the mess that used to be an engine. He shook his head quickly, glaring down at the mass of metal, 'What the hell am I thinking now…?! It's not a matter of 'if'! He's coming back. He's stronger than those guys I sent out last time.' He concludes his thoughts, just now seeming to realize that he had his fist clenched a little too tightly around the wrench, his fingernails digging painfully into his skin. He opens his hand slowly, looking at the four crescent shaped grooves in his palm, realizing that he was close to breaking his skin. He shuts his eyes slowly, taking a slow deep breath to make sure that he has calmed down completely.

A soft noise from behind him brings him back to reality, but not soon enough. A hand comes around him, pressing a slightly damn cloth over his mouth and nose. He gasps in surprise, the liquid's fumes quickly invading his lungs. He feels his body becoming gradually heavier, his eyelids sliding closed as darkness takes his vision. The last thing he is aware of, is the echoing clank of metal hitting the ground, before he completely loses consciousness, becoming limp in the arms of his attacker.

TO BE CONTINUED! …… Or something…

So! How'd you like it? ; I just wrote it today in school, and I know it's short. I just got to the end, and thought 'OOH! CLIFFHANGER! So we'll end chapter one here!' I hope to make the next chapter longer, really. Your reviews are VERY welcome! I'd just rather not get flames, they tend to depress me…

OH! And on a last side note… I want to ask you if any of you have any suggestions for the ending of his fic? I'll be happy to take any suggestions, unless I can't manage it, like no lemon/lime stuff. I'm too young for that, y'know…