Warning: Many bad spelling and grammar errors.

Aclaimer: Yes I own everything... thats why Xiaolin Showdown isn't on anymore, I wasted all the production money on a racing horse named Betsy.

Jack lay on his bed staring blankly up at the black ceiling above him. He should be up already, fixing his Jack-bots for the next fight with the Xiaolin monks. But he couldn't, some days were worse than others and this happened to be a worse one. He shivered and attempted to shut the whispering voices out, putting his hands over his ears, the voices only seemed grow louder in responce, the black wall surrounding him began to swirl and move in and out mocking him, threatening to inclose and crush him to death.

Jack whimpered slightly, closed his eyes and folded his arms behind his head so that he could secretly place his hand over ears (hopefully blocking out some of whispering) while at the same time, looking like he was asleep so that if Wuya came in she would just think he was being lazy and yell at him.

Jack knew he was schizophrenic, he'd been diagonized with it when he was 11. His parents had come home to find their home looking like the insides had spontaneously exploded, (their precious possessions had been flung and/or destroyed throughout the house). They found Jack inside an open walk-in cupboard. He was standing facing to the side while yelling and screaming obsenities at someone or something invisible to them, asking the person 'what the fuck they were doing' and to 'get the hell out of his house'. His parents unable to stop him, and also worried about leaving him home alone (they didn't want to have to dish out more money for anything else he may break or destroy), took him to a hospital where he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and admitted into a mental ward.

He shivered at the mere thought of that place, he'd only spent 9 months there and it had still left it's mark. The workers were fakers they hid behind their kind smiles when in clinically sane company but when alone, they could be quite sadistic, especially when he started having what they called an 'episode' (to him it felt more like a whole series) and started screaming because he saw inanimate objects begin to move or talk, usually threatening him.

One time he had a particularly bad 'episode' and started screaming the place down, the worker had quickly grown tired of waiting for Jack to calm down and shoved Jack into a vacant room instead, to beat the hell out of him. When Jack had tried to tell another worker what had happened they just ignored him (Wounds on his body classed as 'self-inflicted'). Eventually, the only way he was able to leave was to hide his schizophrenia, by not overly reacting to anything (it was difficult for him to tell the diffrence what was real or fake).

Jack continued to think (still in his pretending-to-sleep position), the voices had thankfully seemed to have pretty much faded. "Jack!" Came Wuya's nagging voice as she passed through his wall "Wake up you lazy brat! Those wu won't steal themselves!". Jack lazily got up, pretending to yawn, "Yeah yeah you old hag, I'm up!" Jack replied and quickly walked off into his 'lair'.

A few hours later:

Jack looked annoyedly at the Jack-bot he'd been working on for the last hour, no matter what, he couldn't figure out why it wouldn't work. He growled in frustration and threw his spanner at said robot, the spanner bonced off the robot and flew back, narrowly missing hitting Jack across the face. Jack jumped in shock then laughed at the fact he hadn't gotten hit, just at that moment, the oil tank (the part that had gotten hit with the spanner) of the robot exploded and covered Jack's red shirt. "Aww!" muttered Jack wishing he'd worn a less stainable colour.

At that moment Wuya floated in "Jack stop whining about your shirt and fix that bot, I'm sensing the arrival of a new Wu". "That's easy for you to say!" Jack whined "That was my favorite shirt!". "There there" Wuya sighed, eyeing him "I'm sure someone, somewhere cares!". Jack turned and glared at her "You..!.

At the other side of the house:

Wuya groaned in annoyance as she heard the so-called boy genius yelling from his 'lair'. "Probably just got his trenchcoat caught in one of those machines again" She muttered to herself, then shrugged "Guess I could do with a laugh" and floated off to go and find him. As she reached the door to his lair she realised he wasn't yelling in pain but at someone. What she saw when she floated through the door confused her entirely.

Jack stood with his arm folded across his thin frame glaring at... well actually she didn't know what he was glaring at.

"Did not" silence "Did not". Wuya contiued to watch the one way argument go on for sometime until finally Jack yelled "Did not and you know it Wuya!". 'Wuya?', Wuya inwardly questioned to herself, and floated towards Jack "Snivelling brat" she called "I'm over here!".

"And another thing..." Jack froze in mid argument with the fake Wuya, and saw the real Wuya moving towards him (and of course, he couldn't then tell which was real). Saving himself from trouble, he simply shrugged and turned back to his Jack-bot "Yeah whatever you old hag" He replied to whichever one was real "Just lemme get on with fixing my Jack-bots".

Then 'his favorite part' they both began to nag and ask different questions (knowing he couldn't answer one incase it turned out to be the fake Wuya) he just simply shrugged replying "Yeah sure whatever!". The questions continued and Jack just put his earphones in and ignored them until both Wuya's either disappeared or gave up and floated off.

Once everything was quiet again, Jack took out his earphones and sighed, he hated having schizophrenia, it made things way more complicated than they needed to be. There was no way he could tell anyone, he didn't exactly have any friends, and Wuya would probably use it to her advantage when she decided to switch sides for the hundreth time.

Jack glared at the Jack-bot and snickered to himself "Whether fake or real, in general... life just sucks!"

Wuya continued to watch Jack for a while, it wasn't the first time he'd done something like that and she figured it probably wouldn't be the last. She wanted to ask why but stopped herself, it wasn't like she cared. She shrugged and floated off muttering the word "Teenagers!" as she did so.

This was planned as a one shot but may be lengthened, depending on whether any readers take an interest in (i.) this story,

Sayonara!