Old Enemy, New Threat: Jack Spicer
Warning: Chack, as in yaoi, as in BoyxBoy, no likey, no read-ie...w/e
Okay, so I've been brainstorming this for quite some time now. I'm usually just too damn LAZY to actually WRITE all the fanfics in my head. HOWEVER, since my fellow deviant, Dragonbeach, expressed a desire to read this fic after I mentioned it on a Jack Spicer fanart called 'Shadow Armor: Jack Spicer' by Blookarot, I've decided to type this up! So, if you like this, send a few thankies to Dragonbeach!
Anyway, this fic is basically about Jack Spicer FINALLY tapping into his inner genius after a nasty fall nearly kills him. He disappears for a few years and then comes back (completely OOC) as a total BAMF (bad ass mother fucker, if ya didn't know). BUT, I don't wanna give too much away, so here ya go!
Chapter One: Epiphany
It started out just like any other day. Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius was awoken by his Shen Gong Wu alarm. With a painful *thunk* he rolled off his bed onto the floor. The boy switched off the noise and got ready for the day all the while muttering about the concrete floors in his basement. Maybe I should bring a real bed down here and install a carpet or something, he thought as he applied his eyeliner. His hair was a bit pale since he hadn't been able to dye it his preferred fire-engine red lately, but he doubted anyone would notice. He could fix it later.
After perhaps five minutes after waking up, Jack had assembled his robots, grabbed his beloved Monkey Staff and was setting off via helipack to find the 'wu. Locating it was easy enough, it was hidden among the ruins of an old cliff-side castle, north of Edinburogh in Scotland (a/n: I've been to Edinburgh, saw the castle where the flight scene from the first Harry Potter was filmed, it was awesome X3). After arriving at the location, it took Jack only a few minutes to spot the magical object.
It looked like, a horn really. A unicorn's horn? LAME, maybe it does something cool though, Jack mused as he approached the 'wu which was perched on a windowsill in the only tower still standing. Just as the teen was activating his helipack, however, voices from above made him stop and look up. Shit! It was the monks. Jack hid beneath an archway.
"Is it down in those ruins Dojo?" That was Kimiko Tohomiko, she pointed down at the crumbling stones. It seemed that none of them had spotted the pale redhead before he managed to hide.
"Yup!" Dojo replied, "and this one's pretty powerful, if the burning rash on my belly is anything to go on." (a/n: oh Dojo, you an' your weird bodily functions...) The leader of the monks and Shoku warrior, Raimuno Pedrosa, opened up the 'Wu scroll.
"'The Unicorn Horn'," he read, "'It lets the user heal any wound no matter how bad as long as the one being healed isn't already dead.' You'd think that'd be obvious," the Brazilian commented.
"Ah guess not, if they had ta wrat it down," the largest monk, Clay Bailey said, adding in his two cents. Dojo touched down and the monks dismounted.
"Alright, let's split up and find this thing," Raimundo said. Meanwhile, Jack had snuck closer to the Horn and was about to make a run for it when he was spotted.
"Jack Spicuh, you will not be laying your fingers on this Shen Gong Wu!" Omi shouted. Jack rolled his eyes and huffed in frustration. He turned.
"Hands, cueball," the older boy corrected, "Its "you won't be laying a HAND. And who says I'm not, you? Are you gonna stop me? Heh, go ahead and try! Jack-bots, ATTACK!" With that, Jack activated his helipack and flew towards the 'wu, leaving the monks to decimate his 'bots. He was almost there when he saw a small, dark-haired figure out of the corner of his eye. Kimiko, he thought, great, just what I need. He reached for the Unicorn Horn and saw a small, deceivingly delicate-looking hand beside his. Well, here we go.
"Jack Spicer, I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown! My Star Hanabi against your Monkey Staff! First to reach the top of the tower, wins!"
"Sure, fine whatever, lets just get this over with," Jack said.
"Let's go, Xiaolin Showdown!" Immediately, the world began to change. The tower twisted and lengthened, growing impossibly tall. Walls appeared in a maze-like formation up the side, shifting and moving seemingly at random. When the transformation stopped, Jack and Kimiko stood at the bottom of the tower and the rest of the monks, plus Dojo, were standing on a platform half way up.
"Gong Ye Tempai!" the two teens shouted together, and the Showdown began. Jack quickly got ahead after activating the Monkey Staff and taking full advantage of the increased strength, speed and agility it gave him. Kimiko was struggling, and her friends tried to bolster her confidence.
"C'mon girl! Beat his pasty ass!" Raimundo shouted.
"Raimundo, such language is unbecoming of a Shoku warrior," Omi scolded him. Raimundo pointedly ignored him. Below them, Kimiko smiled to herself and sped up. She pulled out her own 'wu and shouted its name and her element. A huge fireball erupted from the golden star and headen straight for Jack. Screeching, he dodged and the flame missed him -barely. His coat caught on fire and he had to stop to put it out. Meanwhile, Kimiko got ahead. Jack snarled and redoubled his efforts. He swung from wall to wall, leaping and climbing, but he couldn't seem to catch up.
Luck, however, seemed to be on his side, if only for the moment. Kimiko was jumping up to a wall when it decided to shift, hitting her leg and knocking her off-course. She didn't manage to catch herself until she was several feet below her opponent. As the two advanced, Kimiko remained a foot or so behind Jack and they approached the finish line.
Jack had reached the top, he was seconds away from winning when Kimiko panicked. With a shout, she leaped into the air and delivered a powerful spinning kick to Jack's side. Unable to keep his footing, the boy windmilled for a few moments and then fell, screaming. Kimiko reached the top and grabbed the Horn. The Showdown was over.
As the world returned to normal, the monks and Dojo hurried to Kimiko who stood there, Shen Gong Wu in her arms. They were just about to congratulate her, when they realized that Jack was still screaming. Apparently, when the Showdown had ended, it left him at the very edge of the cliff beside the ruins. He would have been all right if the soil under his feet hadn't given way and he had been leaning forward. As it was, Jack had been leaning backwards and the cliff couldn't hold his -albeit small- weight. He was sent plummeting to the rocky outlet that stretched into the sea, nearly 100 feet below. The monks hurried to try and help him as Jack, himself, tried desperately to activate his helipack.
It was too late. Abruptly, the screaming stopped, leaving the monks in a stunned and horrified silence, punctuated only by the sound of the sea far below. "Oh... oh my god," Kimiko said, her voice trembling as much as her body.
"Guys, we gotta go down there, he might still be alive. The Unicorn Horn is his only chance," Raimundo said, shakily. Dojo quickly transformed and they headed down to where Jack lay.
Jack was alive, in fact he was conscious. He just wished he was dead. God, his whole body hurt. It hurt so much, but he couldn't make a sound. How the bloody hell was he still alive? That drop had to be at least 100 feet. Maybe his flailing arms had slowed him down, who knows, it didn't matter. He hurt, he hurt, he hurt so much. How had this happened? He'd never gotten injured so badly before, and Gods knew he was no stranger to injuries. He had been kicked, punched, thrown against walls, etc. He'd had plenty of stitches, broken bones, not to mention bruises all over even from mild injuries due to his pale skin. But this, he could easily die. Huh, he'd never thought about it before, but he had been pretty damn lucky so far. In fact, he should have seen this coming. Being weak and accident prone was a combination that should have -for all intents and purposes- killed him a long time ago.
That's right. He was weak, wasn't he? He had been called it so many times. He never let it show, but it really did get to him. Especially when it was Chase. Chase. Jack's idol and secret crush. Even though nearly everything the dragonlord said to him was an insult, Jack just couldn't help but admire him. After all, the man was pure evil, he was supposed to be a dick, and he made it an art form. Jack could only dream of being so good with words. Or good with anything that Chase was. Jack just... couldn't seem to be anything but a loser. He always seemed confident, announcing his arrival as if he were someone special, getting up every time he was humiliated and failed spectacularly.
In truth, Jack was a mess. He laughed to himself, now my body's as messed up as my mind, he thought. Not that it mattered anymore, he was dying anyway. But... if he wasn't...
Oh well.
The monks had reached Jack. He was a mess, to put it lightly. As soon as he saw the boy's ruined body, Raimundo took charge. "Okay, Clay, you an' Dojo stay over there; I'll take care of Jack."
"B-but-," Kimiko began, but Raimundo cut her off.
"Kim, I'm the leader, just go," he said. His tone allowed no argument, as did his mentioning his status as leader. The other monks all knew that Raimundo wouldn't use his authority unless it was necessary, so they complied without furthur argument.
As soon as they left, Raimundo hurried to Jack's broken body, Horn in hand. As quickly as possible, Raimundo checked for a pulse and was shocked to find one -fluttery and weak- but there. That's all the Dragon of Wind needed. Pointing the Shen Gong Wu at Jack, Raimindo said, "Unicorn Horn!" and the object began to glow, as did the injured boy.
a/n: I did not make up the Unicorn Horn, I got it from other fic authors that say they got it from the Shen Gong Wu trading cards. It has been used rather often, but I thought it would be morbidly ironic to use it in this situation.
a/n: this fic was originally published on deviantart, I'll try to post the next chapter asap, but my journal's actin' weird so I may post the second chapter on fanfiction first Please review and tell me what'cha think!