Chapter 1: The Mystery Wu

Summary of Story: Dojo and the other Xiaolin warriors go after another Wu, but they don't know what it is. They meet Jack there, and, as usual, he sends his Jackbot army out after them. It seems like just another mission, except for when the worst happens. Now, the Xiaolin monks, minus one, have to defeat Wuya and Jac

A/N: Takes place sometime in season two, long before Raimundo becomes team leader, or Wuya regains her body. She is working with Chase at the moment, and Jack is still bitter. This story has its fluffy moments, it has its abstract-weirdo moments, and it has its angst ridden, tear jerker moments. There is some slight RaiKim stuff going on, but it could just be viewed as friends. I'll reveal the translation of the title in a chapter or two, but an imaginary coupon to whatever imaginary thing you want (other than an imagination) if you can guess... in a review... which I absolutely adore.

Also, if you don't think I capture the way the characters act or talk, can you tell me? I'm trying to keep it as IC as I can.

"Guys! I feel another shen gong wu coming!" Dojo alerted the dragons-in-training as they relaxed for a rare moment.

"Again?" Raimundo groaned. "Didn't we just grab one, like, yesterday?"

Ignoring Raimundo's statement, Dojo continued, "Funny, I don't remember feeling like this about one before. I mean, I've had vertigo, allergies, the shakes, rashes, random aches and pains, and, rarely, no symptoms at all, but this… this is different."

"What do you mean, Dojo?" Kimiko asked with concern. "Do you think something's wrong?"

"I – uh," he hesitated, "Nah, it's been so long, I probably just forgot about it. Come on, let's go!" he finished, growing even as he spoke.

"Which one is it?" Clay asked as he climbed on.

Dojo scratched his head. "I'm, uh, not sure. That's the weirdest part of it. I couldn't find it on the scroll. There was nothing!"

"Well, unless I am most mistaken, due to the scroll's overwhelming percentage of correct identifications, it is highly probable that it may be inaccurate once or twice," Omi replied.

"Yeah, gotcha," Rai replied sarcastically. "Well, looks like we'll just have to wing it."

Before long, they'd reached their destination, a cliff overlooking a treacherous, fast, rocky stream.

"Woo, doggie!" Clay exclaimed looking down. "I'd sure hate to fall down there!"

"Ain't that the truth!" Raimundo agreed. "So, Dojo, any pearls of wisdom as to where you and Grand Master Dashi stashed our mysterious little shen-gong-wu?"

"Well," Dojo began, chuckling nervously, "about that…"

"Dojo, what is it?" Kimiko asked.

Trying not to make eye contact with any of the dragons in training, Dojo confessed, "I sorta, well, lost it…"

"Define 'lost it'," Raimundo growled.

"Well, you see – funny story – I sort of lost my signal. I can't track the Wu. I don't know why not, but I can't sense it!"

"BUT I DO!!!" a new voice called. None other than Jack Spicer flew down, laughing his signature evil laugh.

"Jack!" Kimiko yelled. "What have you done with the Wu?"

The evil boy genius laughed again and said, "I'll tell you later, but first – JACKBOTS!! ATTACK!"

Suddenly, Jackbots started to flood towards them, from every direction.

The battle raged on as usual. The four were quickly cornered next to the cliff's edge. All around them were Jackbots. The only clear path was off the cliff and into the treacherous waters. So, they fought.