So here's a new story and a crossover at that. I planned to not have this go too long, but knowing my stupid habit, I can be proven wrong.
I do not own Jackie Chan Adventures or American Dragon Jake Long
Chapter 1
Walking down the small crowded halls of old artifacts and historical treasures, a man in a brown suit was happily chatting with an Asian man, who was wearing a casual blue sweater and tan pants.
"Thank your for coming all this way to New York, Mr. Chan. The museum is thrilled with the new artifacts that you brought us all the way from Europe," thanked the man in the suit, who happened to be the museum curator. He was clearly in a fine mood today with the new additions to his museum. He was walking with a mannerly demeanor and his hands were folded behind his back. The man looked like he was around his thirties or forties. His other notable features was his large crooked nose and sleek dark brown hair that looked like it was combed to the side with the help of hair gel to look classy.
"It was no problem, Mr. Bowton. Just doing my duty as an archeologist," said the Asian man, with a Chinese accent.
"But it must've been a lot of work to get all these amazing artifacts across the Atlantic ocean. Not to mention, I heard quite a good deal about you and would love to hear how you managed to obtain them. It must've been quite an adventure,"Mr. Bowton said with interest.
"Oh... It wasn't that exciting. Not really worth mentioning," Jackie tried to brush it off casually, but in truth, just remembering what he had to go through to actually get them still sent shivers down his spine.
Actually, he didn't even mean to find them in the first place. He only flew to Europe, Ireland to be exact, to investigate a cave full of strange carvings some tourists found by chance. He was recording the carvings while trying to figure out what language it was and from what time period it came from. As he brushed the walls gently to sweep away some dust, he accidentally triggered a trapdoor and he fell into a very long deep hole. After several seconds of screaming in horror, he fell onto a hard dusty rock floor. Luckily, there were some vines he fell into first that soften his fall, but it still hurt nonetheless.
While he was confused and suffering aches all over his body, he still managed to look at his surroundings and discovered he was inside an underground passageway. He didn't get to look around for long when the whole tunnel starting to shake. When he heard the rumbling sounds from behind, he quickly looked back to see a giant boulder rolling towards him. He practically shot up and ran for his life while screaming, "Why does every trap have to have giant rolling boulders!?"
As he was running away, a section of the floor several feet in front of him began to open up and blazing hot fire came spewing out like hellfire. "You've got to be kidding me!"
But just as he was wondering what was a better option of dying, he spotted some vines hanging from the ceiling. Out of reflex, he immediately jumped onto the wall and kicked himself higher to get to the vines. Once he grabbed ahold of one, he swung himself to the other side of the passageway. Below him, fire blazed wildly as if it was trying to reach for the archeologist and the man himself could feel the blazing heat through his hiking boots. Jackie also made out long sharp spikes poking out of the flames. If he had fallen in there, he would've been skewered and barbecued exactly like those shish kabobs!
Once he got to the other side safely, the giant rolling rock fell into the fiery pit and sealed the hole with a loud crash. Just when he thought the worse was over, the walls on both sides started to make rumbling sounds. Then he noticed the passageway was getting narrower and narrower. The walls were closing in on him!
"Bad day! Bad day! Bad day! Bad day! Bad day! Bad day!.." He screamed as he shot through the passageway as fast as he could. He managed to escape the closing walls before it crushed him, but again, it was just not his day. For the next thirty minutes, he had to run through a room full of arrows being shot from both sides with fire at the tip; rocky spikes falling from above as if trying to nail down his head; pieces of the floor breaking away as he jumped for his life; and a bridge that tore in half once he got to the center. Fortunately, he was able to hang on and climb himself to safety.
After going through who knows how many life threatening traps, he finally found a room where the historical and priceless treasures were kept. All these age long artifacts lay in piles with dirt and dust with many cobwebs that have been spun over the centuries. At the other side of the room, Jackie spotted a platform with a stone pedestal that was labeled as a sword. The strange looking blade stood vertically with the help of a support so Jackie was able to see the shape and some of the details from where he stood. The craftsmanship of the blade was beautiful made and there was a large red orb that seemed to stare ominously at the archeologist like an eye. Two large stone statues of knights stood on each side of the platform where the sword was as if guarding it from any intruder.
The archeologist just wanted to take a rest before exploring the room, but of course, luck just really hated him right now. When he sat down on a large rock to get a breather, the rock suddenly jerked down, causing Jackie to jump back up in shock.
"What?" He turned to look at the rock he just sat on and saw it slowly sinking down. When the rock stopped sinking, there was another rumbling sound and Jackie didn't like that sound. "Oh no..."
The ceiling started to open up with water crashing down like a waterfall, filling up the room in just mere seconds. One moment, he was swimming and drowning with no sign of an exit. The next moment, a wall crumbled down due to its old age and the water rushed out into a tunnel with both Jackie and the treasures with it. It was like a water slide and roller coaster in one ride! The next thing he remembered, he came falling right out of a waterfall and right into a lake. Luckily, the fall wasn't that high so he only suffered a minor headache and bruises all over his body that he would be feeling for the next few days. The treasures also came out of the shallow water with him, so he could at least be able to donate them to a museum.
Now back to the present, Jackie was walking with Mr. Bowton down the hall of the National Museum of New York, discussing about the artifacts they found. It also was the day that the museum opened up to show off the new items to the public as well, so there were quite a large number of people walking up and down the hall already.
"Since it's the grand opening of the Ireland's new found artifacts, we're having some schools coming over for a field trip. The kids will be thrilled and filling their young minds with the amazing knowledge of Irish history!" The curator smiled happily to himself at the thought.
Jackie couldn't help but smile at Mr. Bowton's happy mood. He was glad that the historical treasures that he found and donated could make people like Mr. Bowton happy.
"So where are you staying at, Mr. Chan? Since you just arrive in New York just merely a few hours a go? Staying long?" asked Mr. Bowton.
"I'm staying at a hotel nearby," answered Jackie. "I'm probably going to stay for awhile to do some research at the library on the artifacts I found. I did try to examine them before I arrived here, but there was only so much I could find out about them."
"Well, if it would help, you can also check the museum's archive. It's not as big as the Public Library, but it should have more books on what you're looking for," Mr. Bowton kindly offered.
"Thank you, sir. It would be a great help," thanked Jackie, appreciatively.
Suddenly, a loud music came blasting from Mr. Bowton's coat and the curator pulled out a cellphone out of his coat pocket. He looked at the screen to see who was calling before picking it up. "Hello, Jane. Where are you? The Milliard school will be arriving in half an hour...What? Sick?... A cold?... Oh alright. I'll find someone to fill in for you." Mr. Bowton sighed as he hung up. "Looks like one of my employees has called in sick. Today of all days. Everyone will be busy and I don't have enough people to give the tour. I guess maybe Wesly can take on the Milliard kids too."
"If I may, how about I give the school the tour?" Jackie volunteered, feeling sympathy for the man. "I do know my history." Not to mention, he knew the museum's layout well since he has been here several times before. He pretty much knew the ins and outs of the place like a map.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Bowton stared at him with a bit of surprise. "Can you handle a whole class of kids? Have you ever done tours before?"
"I once looked after one of my niece's Buttercup Scouts camping trip, so looking after another group of kids shouldn't be a problem," insisted Jackie. Of course, as long as there are no bad guys trying to steal artifacts and having to fight them to protect the valuable objects, then giving kids a tour of a museum was a piece of cake. Nothing to worry about.
"Well, if you insist Mr. Chan. Thank you so very much!" The curator said, relieved that he found help right at the last minute. "The Milliard Fillmore middle school should be arriving at 9, so do you mind if you were dress up for the job? I have a rule that all employees are to wear their uniforms during their work. Is that okay?"
"Of course. I have no problem about that," confirmed Jackie, not minding about wearing a museum uniform.
"Splendid! So be at the front desk in half an hour. I'll give you the instructions for today's tour. The employee's locker room is down the hall on the right. You should see a door that says 'Employees Only' on it. There should be a spare uniform in your size in locker 17. That's where we keep all our spares from old and retired employees. Now I need to run. I need to go check on the other employees and make sure they are all ready. Especially, that janitor. Caught him falling asleep in the restroom stalls once. Nearly scared the life out of me!"
"Alright, Mr. Bowton," nodded Jackie. "I'll go get ready right now."
So Mr. Bowton walked off to go check on his workers while Jackie went in another direction where the employee's locker room should be. Following the curator's direction, Jackie found it very quickly and went in to change.
After he finished changing, he exited the room to go meet Mr. Bowton at the front desk. He checked his clothes one last time to make sure he was properly dressed. The uniform consisted of a white blouse with a brown and black vest, brown pants, and a black tie. There was a title of the museum on his left chest on the vest to indicate that he was part of the museum crew. "Alright, everything looks good."
Suddenly, he felt a tug on his vest and a voice that sounded like it belonged to a little girl.
"Hey, can you help me?" Asked the girl, who sounded very oddly familiar.
"Oh, what do you..." As Jackie turned around, he froze when he saw who it was. Big brown eyes full of mischief and slightly long jet black hair...oh no... "JADE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" He yelled in horror.
"Hey, Jackie," she greeted with a wide smile, not looking guilty at all.
"You're supposed to be in school!" Jackie continued to yell, completely shocked and confused at how his niece managed to travel all the way from across the country. "How did you even get here!? Did you get here all by yourself?!"
"Well... You know me. I have my ways," she said cheekily.
"JADE!" Jackie was not happy with this. A twelve year old girl appearing in a state across the country on her own was not acceptable. It was dangerous and... "What about Uncle? And Tohru?"
"Oh, they're doing fine. They're having a blast with their mahjong game right now. They probably don't even notice I'm gone."
~At Uncle's Rare Finds~
"Hot-cha! Another game!" An old man with round spectacles and spiky gray hair demanded with a thick Chinese accent as he pounded the table loudly, causing the mahjong pieces to scatter.
"But, Sensei, this is already the twelfth game," reasoned a large and bulky japanese man. He was getting very tired of playing mahjong for who knows how long, but it seemed his master wasn't feeling the same way. Actually, the old man was the opposite.
"ONE MORE GAME! Uncle is on a role!" He insisted with excitement. With another hard slam on the table, the mahjong pieces were sent flying off the table and onto the floor with loud clatters. "Tohru! Help pick up pieces!"
"Yes, Sensei," Tohru obeyed. Not wanting to upset his teacher, he bent down and started to pick up the pieces.
"Tohru?"
"Yes, Sensei?"
"Where's Jade?"
And finally, they realized that one person was missing from their residence.
~Back at the Museum~
"You shouldn't be here!" cried Jackie. "And why aren't you at school? How did you get here in the first place?"
It couldn't be by plane. The airport wouldn't let a girl her age on the plane alone and where would she even get her hands on a plane ticket? It's impossible by bus or any other normal transportation, because it would've taken a lot longer to arrive to New York. Jackie was definitely sure that Jade was still at home yesterday, because he made a call to Uncle's shop to tell them about what was going on with him. Jade was there during the call, because she was complaining to him why he didn't bring her with him. She was very upset about it, but Jackie was glad he didn't bring her with him. Who knows what would've happened and there was no way he would risk her safety.
"Don't worry about it, Jackie. I promise it's not something illegal or dangerous," she replied cooly.
That didn't not make him feel any better!
"And don't you have a tour thing you need to do?" reminded Jade.
"Wha?" Jackie quickly looked at his watch and then cried out in shock, "Ah!" He only had less than ten minutes and he was supposed to go meet the curator for instructions before the students arrive. "Jade, stay here until I'm done with the tour. We'll be going back to the hotel afterwards. You are in so much trouble, young lady."
"What? Stay here on this spot the whole time? That's so boring!" complained Jade, which she did have a point.
"Then just at least stay here in the museum and don't go outside the building! Maybe learn something or two about history since you conveniently skipped school today," ordered Jackie before he ran off to find the front desk.
"Ugh! Whatever..." grunted Jade, annoyed. Then she mumbled herself, "History, yeah right. I already have to learn that in school." So she walked off to explore the place and maybe check out the souvenir store in hopes of finding something interesting.
~Outside the Museum~
"Now get a move on, class. We don't want the museum to be waiting on us now," ordered a messy dark blond man, with a squeaky sharp and annoying voice. He also seemed to be bald at the top but had attempted to comb some of the hair from the side to cover it. His notable appearance would be the monocle he was wearing over his right eye. His ugly old olive green jacket, brown pants, a light red button down shirt, and a funny red bow tie were also eye catching, but it's mostly the monocles. Like, who still wear those in this time and age?
A group of kids were just getting off the yellow school bus when the man gave them instructions. The bus had parked right in front of the museum for the conveniency of the class.
"Why of all places does it have to be a stupid old museum? Why couldn't it be something more exciting and fun like an amusement park and not some boring museum?!" complained an African American girl who had her hair tied into two buns, one on each side.
"Well, at least it was better than that daycare," thought a spiky haired Asian boy, remembering the last field trip they had.
"Oh don't even remind me, Jakie! I can still remember that puke smell on my shirt!" snapped the girl. "Spud! What you doing back there?" She called to another boy that was still on the bus.
"I'm just dressing up for the occasion," replied a brown haired boy with a brown beanie. "It's Irish Opening day right? So got myself a kilt just for it." Then he walked out into the view of his friends, showing his kilt while still wearing his navy blue T-shirt with an orange long sleeve shirt underneath it.
Both his two friends cringed at the sight of him, especially when Spud's hairy legs were showing.
"O-M-G! Why are you wearing that skirt?! You're gonna embarrass us! I'm already embarrassed for you!" Cried the girl, horrified.
Jakie, or Jake, tried to hold down his laughter. Though, he was definitely shocked by his friend's appearance, but eventually found it funny.
"It's not a skirt, Trixie. It's called a kilt," corrected Spud.
"I don't care what it's called! Take it off!" demanded Trixie.
"You kids over there! Hurry up and get back into the group!" Yelled the monocle man. "We're late as it is!"
"Come on guys. Before Rotwood decides to give us detention for tardiness on a field trip," Jake hurried his friends.
Once they finally joined their peers, they walked into the museum with the chaperone, Mr. Rotwood reminding them, "You kids better behave. No touching, no running, no eating, no drinking. No texting or phone calling during the tour. We don't want to embarrass our school now, do we?"
As they walked into the reception room, they were greeted by the curator, Mr. Bowton, and another man, most likely their tour guide.
"Hello there. You must all be from the Milliard Fillmore middle school," greeted Mr. Bowton.
"Why yes, we are. I'm Mr. Rotwood, their principal and chaperone," Mr. Rotwood greeted back, holding out a hand for a shake.
"Mr. Bowton," he introduced himself, who took the principal's hand and shook it firmly. Then when he released his grip, he waved his hand towards the person next to him. "And this man here is Mr. Chan. He'll be your tour guide today."
"Good morning, Mr. Rotwood. You can call me Jackie," he added in his Chinese accent as he shook Mr. Rotwood's hand.
"Good morning to you too, Jackie. I hope you can give us an interesting tour and fill these young minds with your expertise," replied Mr. Rotwood.
"Or course," Jackie gave them all a friendly smile. "Then let's start our tour. Now please follow me, we'll be heading towards the Prehistory room," he announced as he walked towards a hallway with the kids following from behind.
They started from the prehistoric section, where there were wax figures of cavemen to dinosaurs and fossils of creatures long extinct. There were only about five dinosaur skeletons and three other prehistoric mammals on display in the room.
Trixie was getting grossed out by the giant bug fossils and said, "Good thing we don't live in that time or I'm gonna need a bigger bug spray."
The next room was the South American history, where some of the kids in class were either fascinated or horrified at the thought of thousands of people being sacrificed by having their chest cut open and their hearts ripped out on a daily basis. Both Trixie and Jake didn't feel like having lunch afterwards. Spud, on the other hand, was already secretly munching on his snacks behind them like eating popcorn at a movie theatre, unfazed by Jackie's gruesome description of the Aztec's ritual.
They then went through the Roman empire, Native Americans, China, Mongolia, Japan, and Australia. It was going fine so far. Besides the constant talking and chatting from the kids and mischief from the cool kids, Jackie was handling them quite professionally.
A blond jock named Brad spitballed at the cheek of their tour guide, who was currently answering a girl's question and was caught off guard. Mr. Rotwood was furious and tried to find the culprit, but Jackie calmed him down.
"It's alright, Mr. Rotwood. It's just a small prank," assured Jackie.
"It's not just a small prank, Jackie. These kids are my responsibility and if one of them is misbehaving on a school trip, I need to discipline them!" Mr. Rotwood retorted angrily.
While Jackie was trying to calm Mr. Rotwood down so they can continue with the tour and not disturb the other guests, Brad attempted a second spitball, but this time, Jackie already saw it coming. Before the spitball could hit his face, Jackie's hand shot up and grabbed it with his hand.
The students froze with surprise and impressed with the Chinese man's reflex. Some exclaimed lowly, while others just stared. Even Brad looked shock that his chewed up tiny ball of paper was caught and was now staring at the man without realizing that the straw was still in his mouth.
"Mr. Morton! Detention for a month!" Mr. Rotwood yelled angrily upon spotting the culprit. "Anymore mischief from you, young man, and it's another month added to it!"
"Whoa! Our tour guide got some reflex," exclaimed Trixie, elbowing Jake in the shoulder.
"And even better, he got Brad in trouble," added Jake.
"Hey! Maybe he might know some martial arts," thought Spud. "Ya know, like you, Jake."
"A museum tour guide that knows martial arts? Now that's something. He probably plays some kind of sport to get his reflex," argued Trixie. Since having good reflex doesn't always mean that a person does martial arts. Anything can help one learn to have such reflex like sports.
"Well, just saying," replied Spud, shrugging his shoulders. "He is Chinese, right?" He assumed from hearing Jackie's accent.
"Spud! Just because he's Asian doesn't mean he has to know martial arts!" Scolded Trixie.
Despite the scene of the troublemaker, Jackie was calm for the rest of the tour and didn't make a big deal about it. He just went back to his job while Mr. Rotwood would deal with the boy later. The tour continued to the African section where there were stuffed animals placed in their desert-like display and African tribal items were hung or placed on pedestals.
"In Africa, all kinds of animal fought to survive the dry and hot environment. Of course, not all of Africa is a desert..." Jackie started to explain about the African ecosystem.
"Hey, check out those cool mask!" Spud called out to his friends. He walked up to a wall full of tribal masks, awed by their variety of shapes, colors, and facial expression. "This one looks like it's angry," Spud pointed out. "And this one looks like it really needs to go to the bathroom."
"I think they're kinda creepy. Just look at their faces," commented Trixie, looking through the masks with uneasiness. "It's like them voodoo witch doctors would wear to bring back the dead or something."
"Well, maybe they look that way to scare off enemies. Imagine having someone wearing those and going all crazy while chasing after you," Jake joked. "It would freak anyone out."
"You mean like this?" Then Spud started to crutch down about half way and jump around like some primate while wave his hand in the air, making weird sounds. Not completely sure if it was accurate or not, but that was what he remembered from watching movies. Those medicine man or voodoo dudes would hop around as they dance around a bonfire like this while wearing these kind of mask, right? Well, knowing Spud, he probably wouldn't care if it's accurate or not. Just having his fun.
Jackie heard the sound and turned towards the direction of the trio out of instinct. And he did so just in time to see Spud 'dance' back and bump right into a priceless historical African tribal jug.
"Watch out!" He cried as he immediately dashed towards them. The jug and the pedestal swayed back and forth a few times before it finally fell down. Jackie quickly jumped and slid onto the floor as the jug was falling towards the hard stone floor. Jackie's leg intercepted in time and the jug landed on his feet softly. The jug was dipping up and down like a seesaw for a bit, trying to balance its weight before it slowed down to a stop.
Everyone was frozen in shock and silence. After a few second, there were several "Woah!" and sighs. Even Jackie breathed out in relief.
"Whoa! Nice catch, Chan man!" Complimented Spud, amazed by his fast reflex.
"Spud! You almost broke that thing!" Yelled Trixie, smacking the boy on the head. "I almost had a heart attack!"
Now safe, Jackie tossed the jug up so it would fly into the air gently and into his arm as he jumped back onto his feet with ease. Then he lift the pedestal back up and placed the jug back in place.
"Please be careful in the museum," Jackie told Spud. "All the artifacts here are fragile and priceless."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chan," apologized Spud, feeling guilty at almost breaking something.
"Yeah, he didn't mean to bump into the jug on purpose. It was an accident," Jake tried to help out his friend.
"I know, but just don't goof around..." Before Jackie could finish, there was a loud angry yell that cut him off.
"Arthur Spudinski!" It was Mr. Rotwood. "If you don't behave I'll have you join Brad in detection!"
"Yes, sir!" Spud jolted in surprise.
Jackie sighed in exhaustion. It looked like it wasn't going to be easy giving these kids a peaceful tour as he thought it was.
Thank you rainsonanta for proofreading and editing this for me again. (Even though you don't even watch American Dragon :P)
Please comment and give feedback. If you notice any typos or grammar error, don't mind telling me about it. No rude and unconstructive criticisms please. It helps no one.
