Hey! So, this is my first Xiaolin Showdown/Chronicles fic. And my first reader insert. I apologize in advance. For everything.

But I had noticed (since Chronicles got me into the fandom. I mean, I WAS a kid when Showdown was on) that there's a lack of Shadow fics. I think this might be because a large part of the fandom, from what I've observed, doesn't really like her.

I understand why. I mean, most of us Showdowners had to deal with the shock of Chronicles, AND THEN two new characters! It was a lot. But, while I still disdain Ping Pong, I've come to accept Shadow. Sorta. I like her, a bit. So, of course, I do what any logical fan would do; ship her, preferably in a gay ship. While there is a fair amount of ChasexShadow (I'm more of a Chack person, myself), I adore the knee-jerk ship of ShadowxKimiko. (It's my opinion that 8 out of 10 times, a person's first instinct is a slash ship. But that's probably 1. not true and 2. just me). There's not enough Shamiko. Kimadow?

Anywho…I also noticed that Shadow lacks any reader inserts. While I'm not THAT into her (actually, my DVR has a shitty system for recording things, I set it to record all of Chronicles and it stopped recording any of it about a third of the way through the season, so I'm bust), I figure that she should get her due.

WARNING: 90% chance of Shadow (and everyone else) being OOC. I can rewrite this for y'all once I get a better handle on her.

WARNING: Reader is female. Sorry guys. I can always make a male version, if you want.

WARNING: I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.

You did it. You've finally done it. You, (f/n) (m/n) (l/n), have snuck into the citadel of Chase Young! I mean, you did have a little help from Jack, of course. But that's beside the point! You're in. Now, to find what you're here for.

To be a little condescending, no, you're not here for the wu, or Chase's soup, or Wuya's magic, or Chase himself. You're here to see his daughter, Shadow. Who totally hates your guts. But hey, look at how great Chase and Jack get along, and they started out with Chase hating Jack. Okay, not a great example, Chase still hates Jack. But Shadow's young (no pun intended), she can be…persuaded.

The author would now like to point out that she uses a lot of commas. And just realized that. Sorry.

You sneak about, looking for any warrior-cats. Seeing none, you move on. Your cell buzzes.

"Hey, name." It's Jack.

"Hey," you whisper.

"How's it going? Are you in?"

"Yeah, thanks a bundle. I owe you one. Big time."

"Cool, glad to see it worked-" You hear a faint "SPICER!" in the background.

"Gotta go!"

You have to admit, Jack Spicer may be a weenie, but he's got some got some serious gusto. It's odd, but you respect him, if only slightly. Not that you'd ever tell him. We don't need THAT running around (seriously, just think, "I'm respected! I'm evil! You suck!". *shudders*).

Ah! Is that a cat! Wait…no. It's not. Just an illusion, meant to trick prey into thinking they're cornered. Damn, Chase has thought of it all. Then again, if you were around for 1,500 years, you supposed you'd of thought of everything as well.

'These are nice floors. The walls are nice, too.' You think, observing the palace around you. Volcanic marbles and granites, polished so they shine. While it was a bit slick walking around, the place looked fabulous. The only tricky part was the stairs and overpasses. Because Harry Potter/Starwars-esque railing-less bridges were totally not terrifying.

Speaking of tripping and falling and dying. Oh, look. There you go. Off the edge, up rather high. Did I mention that the ground was marble? Yeah, you're gonna die.

Only you don't. (Of course not, that'd be counterproductive)

You instead fall unconscious. Ow.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Shadow murmurs, pacing around your unconscious form. She snorts. "I think I'll just wait for you to wake up, name."

When you did come to, the first thing you registered was pain. Then footsteps. But mostly pain. Slowly cracking open and eye, you observe the ceiling thousands of feet above you.

"I see you're awake," Shadow purrs, coming to a stop next to your head.

"Oh, no." It's Shadow!

"What, not happy to see me?" She asks.

"Elated," you mumble. Her brow crinkles as she frowns.

"What?" She demands.

You lean on your elbows. "I said, elated."

"Hm."

"So…what do you want?" You ask.

"I think I should be asking you that, name," Shadow says, her voice cool and smooth.

"I just wanted to see you." You lie back down. Forget this noise.

"Oh?"

"Yep."

There was silence for a while. Eventually, Shadow sat down next to you. A moment later, she sighs.

"Did you really come here just to see me?" She asks.

"I don't know why else I would be here." You reply numbly. Pain really hurts.

"So did you just climb up the mountain and throw yourself in, hoping not to die?" Shadow asks before chucking.

"No. I snuck in like a respectable human being," You snark. This sends her into a fit of giggles.

"Well, how far did you fall?" She asks, recovered.

"Oh, y'know. Just from up there." You gesture in the general direction that you fell from.

You hear her murmur sympathy, before you feel a pair of gentle, deadly hands lift your pounding skull and then depositing it in her lap. You grimace in pain before quirking a brow.

"It must have hurt," Shadow whispers, smoothing your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Your eyes water at the gesture (I'm sorry your such a weirdo in this).

"Thanks."

By the time you had left, Chase had kicked Jack out. The only reason you left when you did was so Shadow could erase your scent before meeting up with her father. Even if you sustained a concussion and many dark bruises, you left knowing a small victory. It was worth it.

There's a 50% chance I'll add onto this and make it a who huge thing. I like my reader inserts to have a bit of story to them. But I'm really inconsistent with updates.