Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy (Fan Fiction)

7: To Tell or Not To Tell

Daxter’s P.O.V

I’m in so much trouble. Ugh, oh man, if Jak finds out...

No, I told myself. Don't you dare think about that. This is meant to be a happy moment. Suck it up.

But I couldn't help it.

I just knocked Daxterette up! Oh god I am dead. If Jak finds out I’m a daddy, I am so screwed. And if Jaklyn finds out, she’ll punch me to Kingdom Come. “Daxterette? I’m not sure we should even think about that! If my calculations are correct, an ottsel pregnancy lasts 4 months, which means... Ah crap! It’s due towards the end of our adventure?!”

Daxterette’s eyes widened. “Damn it, I didn’t think about that! Who do you trust most? It has to be a girl, of course.”

“Keira,” I said immediately.

Daxterette stood. “Let’s go to her, then.”

We scampered off, and arrived at her hut under Samos’ hut. She was welding her Zoomer again.

“Hey, Daxter,” she murmured tiredly. “Just... working on the heat shield with the four Power Cells Jak... gave... me last night...” Her eyelids fluttered closed. She slumped against her Zoomer, weld torch still on.

The torch was moving closer and closer to her face.

“Keira!” I shouted, scaring her awake. Her weld torch arm jerked away from her face and her fingers released the trigger, stopping the blue flame from burning her face off.

She sighed with relief. “Thanks, Daxter. Would’ve died if you hadn’t been here. Maybe I should go get some sleep... It’ll take you a while to get the other sixteen Power Cells. Oh, that reminds me...” She reached into her pocket and pulled out four large capsules. Two were about the size of a pancake; the others were the size of pikelets. “These are quest viewers. They show the progress of your adventure, plus the number of Orbs you have, and the number of Power Cells. Give the big ones to Jak and Jaklyn.” Then her curiosity got the better of her. “Say, what are you two doing here?”

Daxterette leapt up and whispered in Keira’s ear. Horror scalded her beautiful features, but was replaced with amusement. She burst out laughing. “And Jak and Jaklyn don’t know?”

“Nope.”

Keira stifled another laugh and nodded, trying to look sombre. “I guess... in four months time we’ll be at Gol and Maya’s Citadel. The Yellow Sage’s hut isn’t too far from that, so Daddy and I’ll park there. You can stay with us, Daxterette. I can deliver a baby.”

Suddenly, a fit of giggles took Daxterette and I over. Daxterette tumbled off Keira’s shoulder and landed on the hut floor, where she continued to giggle uncontrollably. The thought of Daxterette having a baby delivered by Keira was so funny, so ridiculous, we had to laugh.

Keira, too, was suppressing a smile. Then she yawned. “Listen, tell Jak I’m trying to figure out how to use the trans-pads the Precursors scattered all around the world. If you come across one of these pads, I can lock on to your communicator's location and send you the Zoomer! Keep an eye out for a trans-pad on Misty Island... and wherever else you go!” I reached for a small fish in a bucket of water just in front of the doorway into her bedroom. She noticed. “Hey! Be careful! That’s a baby lurker shark!”

The fish looked up at me and grinned, revealing several rows of razor-sharp, purple-tinged teeth. I yanked my hand back.

“I’m studying them to find out why you can swim in some waters and not be hurt, but then when you swim in other sections they try to kill you. I have a theory, but I’m experimenting.”