I own this picture, I made it. It's the full cover of this book. First time I did a background too, even if it's not really a background and more like broken pieces of what had happened.

This idea just came to me. I couldn't find any time travel fics for Xiaolin Showdown. or, at least, not the kind I was looking for. I was looking for one of the characters to time travel, but not want to. They end up at the start of the series, and thus it causes ripples as they go about it differently - either because they want to or because they can't even act like how they were when they were younger.

So I decided to do with what I did with Error when I couldn't find the stories I wanted to read about him, make what the story I want and hope that others will enjoy it as much as I did making it.

Not going to lie, Jack is my favorite character out of the whole show. He had so much potential for character development, but they only used him as comic relief. So, I chose to use him in this.

Jack died, older and wiser. Years of having been in the war for the Wu on the Heylin side had aged him in ways that time couldn't have. Just as he gave up on the whole war, tired of the abuse and failure that greeted him every time he fought, he died in a bloody way in the war for one of the Wu. The Wu they were after sent him back in time, in his fifteen-year old body before the whole series starts. The issue with this, is that Jack would have rather stayed dead.

There are going to be mature themes in this. Jack is depressed and not all right; Dying can do that to a person, especially when they recall it in clear detail. He is going to have suicidal thoughts, he is going to be very different then he was in the cartoon. This is going to cause ripples and waves as he goes about his way.

-Start Chapter-

-"JACK!"-

It was slow. Waking up that is. Slowly opening his eyes, blankly looking yet seeing nothing.

-Everything blurred together. Red mixing in with green, blue and yellows coming together. Dots littered everywhere he looked, the black creeping up to overtake him.-

Numbly, Jack blinked. His brain taking it's time to come back to him. Or maybe that was shock, for something impossible was happening inside in his chest.

-Screaming. Voices coming together to make a new kind of horror. Confusion and pain blooming easily. Too easily, yet the body was used to it all. Why was it so shocking that he laughed?-

Shaking hands came to a moving chest. Jack blankly looked to the desk that he had been laying on.

-It was ironic in a way. He always said he didn't have a heart. Maybe that karma decided to take it away from him. To make his lies, ones that he had told for as long as he could remember, true.-

Heart. His heart was beating.

-Blood seeping out, overtaking everything. Red, all red. Burning.-

His chest was moving from breathing.

-Chest heaving, trying to breath. Vomit mixing in with the tears and blood. Pain, rattling him for every breath he took. It hurt, but even then he laughed.-

Another stray thought moved passed his mind, one that made him shoot up.

-The Wu was right there. Right for the taking, yet he couldn't even move. He had found it first, but that didn't matter in the end. It stopped mattering to him a long time ago. Denial can only last so long after all, and he has ran out of it just in time to die knowing the truth.-

'I haven't seen this desk since I was sixteen.'

-The war for the Wu didn't matter. Smiling and laughing, death was waiting for him. That mattered, for he wanted it.-

Without thought, Jack ripped open the trench coat - When was the last time he wore this? It seemed like so many years ago. - and felt around his chest. No hole, no blood, no injuries to see, touch or smell. Ripping off his goggles - He had lost those when he was seventeen in a Showdown. - Jack stumbled to where the small bathroom was built in the lab. Stumbling because he couldn't take his eyes off his body. He was so thin, smaller, his limbs so short.

-Chase should be happy that Jack stopped idolizing him, and was on his way to death. Wuya would be too of course, her annoyance is soon to be gone. The Monks hated him, they would be happy. Omi might feel sadden a bit, but it wouldn't be worth anything... Maybe they all, everyone on all the sides will feel proud... After all...-

Slamming into the counter, Jack's eyes shot up. Red eyes, his 'war paint' - that he stopped putting on when he got to eighteen - smeared on his face from sleep and a very familiar yet so wrong face stared back at him. The heart inside of him - that one that should have stopped a long time ago. One that is suppose to be cold and gone. - started to beat faster as the reflection in front of him showed him the impossible.

-They were the ones to kill him.-

The face looking back at him seemed like a picture. One of himself, when he was fifteen. Last he checked, he was twenty years old. Big two-zero. Not...fifteen? Jack had no idea what was going on. Last he checked, he died! How the hell could he have came back from that? Was it all a delusional coma? A look into his future? Coming back from the dead and into the past is something that only magic or a Shen Gong Wu could-

-Bones cracking, screams in the air, the smell of burning flesh and blood tainting the fresh air. White smeared with red, a yellow light shinning out as darkness comes to take him. Confusion and numbness from the blood loss overtaking his mind.-

'Xin de kaishi.'

-The floral scent of the flowers surrounded him. Growing duller and duller as his brain slowly - for the first time ever - stopped.-

'New Beginnings.'

-White caught his fading sight. A lone white and red daffodil stood tall among all the other colors. His blood smeared on the white, tainting it just like he touches.-

A Shen Gong Wu that was created to look like a Daffodil. Hidden in a field full of flowers. It was said to give the user a new start, a new beginning. But never stated in what way it would give the user a new start. There were rumors that it could only be used once every few years. A powerful Wu wrapped in mystery.

-Slowly, a yellow glow grew alive. The flower tilted, as if it was a human tilting their head at him. Blearily, he couldn't make sense of it all. The blood lose making his usual fast paced brain slow. All he could think, was finally. Finally, he was going to die and be at peace. Maybe his grandmother was waiting for him. The only true person to love him; How Jack missed that wild old woman.-

So, how the hell did the Wu activate when Jack never called out it's name? It might have been by him, but no one had been touching it. Only his blood did, if Jack's foggy yet clear memories were correct. So, why? He's gotten blood on other Wu and none of them activated like that. It needed a touch and the name said aloud... Right? What was going on?!

-The voices of the others faded off with his sight. Making Jack smile slightly. Finally, he would be free from all the pain and abuse. Finally, the war for the Wu was over for him.-

Why did it have to be him?!

-For a moment, Jack wondered if anyone would truly miss him.-

Before Jack even knew what he was doing, he tightly gripped his own face. Tears rushing down, trying to understand why the world could be so cruel to him.

-Impossible. They will most likely celebrate like his parents will. The freak is gone. No longer there to bug him. He'll be like that annoying dream that they no longer have to think about. Jack, in the end and at the start, was worthless.-

Jack Spicer collapsed onto the tiled floor, silently crying.

-Eyes flutter closed, chest slowly stopping. Heart beating for one more second, then nothing.-

It seems that even death didn't want him, that he would always be life's toy. But it's not like he could do anything about this. He couldn't change time, the past...

-Jack Spicer gave his last breath looking at the Shen Gong Wu that glowed brightly, magic bursting with life and second chances. The magic weaving around Jack and the very Universe itself.-

Could he?

-End Chapter-

Here is the prologue!

Jack is very depressed and suicidal, just putting that out there now. So, don't be shocked by his thoughts. Yet, while down, he is very smart still. Hell, he could build something right now to kill off the Monks if he wanted to, but will not. Even when he was a teenager he was smart as hell; He built his own robot army with weapons in them, along with all the other inventions he built to help him win. Jack could make a killing if he went public with his inventions, the government themselves would be crawling over each other to get him to work for them and that's not counting what companies and schools would do to get him to either work or study under them. Hell, he built a fully functional time machine!

Really, I am in awe at what Jack could have been with the right attention and character development. So many possibilities and What If's.

Also, this might become a crossover, like a mass crossover. I'm not for sure yet, but I know for sure that there will be cameos of other characters from other shows/cartoons. Having said that, there might be crossover couples because of this. We'll see where I go with it.