I do not own Xaiolin showdown.

Warning for Creepy Stalker Dojo the dragon.

Stalker Dragons' Club


Dojo had set the task before himself to find a transformation spell. There had to be something that would allow for either himself or Jack to become something else. He was looking into all options. It had to be something that would not endanger either his or Jack's soul. In his opinion Jack wasn't truly evil, just a misguided youth who needed love and understanding. In recent weeks he had taken to observing Jack...away from show downs. When the kids were off training. When everybody else was busy with daily chores or training he would sneak off.


Jack's home life was lack luster to say the least. Sure the boy lived in a mansion, but his parents were never there. Not once while spying...ahem...checking up on Jack, had he seen the teen actually interact with a single entity aside from his robots or Wuya. The servants were all robots, Jack's parents' priorities seemed to revolve around money and social standing. A few times he watched as Jack tried to talk to his mother or father only to be ignored outright or to find that he had not even known they were gone. They would just leave the boy without even so much as a, 'see you later,' or an, 'I love you.'

Then there was Wuya the only thing she did for Jack was to hurl insults and threats at him. Jack put on a brave face and pretended to not care what she said but the subtle flinch when she screeched, and the way his shoulders would slump just that much more when she told him what a failure he was spoke volumes to the dragon.

Dojo growled at the bit- witch every time she berated him for losing; or when she called him names. He already felt a mating bond forming with the boy and his instincts told him to defend what was his. Jack clearly didn't need any more reason to feel worthless without Wuya's mean spirited rants. Dojo would never do that to his mate. Mates were supposed to make each other feel better about themselves, and safe in their environment. Wuya did the opposite.


Then there was Chase young. Dojo oficially hated that monster. He also hated when Jack threw himself at Chase, threw himself at the man's feet to be rejected so cruely. Dojo would pick Jack up and hold him like a prize to be cherished, not treat him like a speck of dirt to be brushed off. Why did Jack keep running to the warlord for approval and attention anyway? Just because he was handsome? Because he was powerful? Because he was strong, fit and oh yes because he happened to be the young man's "evil idol." Dojo could be strong and fit. He knew he was a looker, but he wasnt evil. Somehow he had to gain Jack's attention and make him see that being good can be as cool as being evil...if not more so.


Dojo looked at himself in the sparkling glass of the mansion window. He slicked back his hair and winked at himself while shooting imaginaty pistols at his reflection. He could do this.

'Think big, think bad, think awesome. You can do this Dojo,' The dragon gave himself an internal pep talk. He puffed out his chest slightly and hit it in a manly gesture. He turned from his reflection and sighed. he had that feeling again. That unpleasant tingly feeling that said something supernatural was about to happen and it had nothing to do with the Shen-gong-wu. In a roar of magic , and a cloud of dark smoke the being of his greatest contempt appeared before his intended mate. Jack literally dropped what he was doing. Causing a jarring clang as the large wrench hit the floor. The purple ghost circled around prattling in Chase young's general direction and jack looked star struck until the Heylin Lord spoke. The boy dropped his head and looked away. The dragon had a smug look on his face and, if dojo didn't know better there was a glint in the evil being's eyes that boded no good for the boy. Briefly golden eyes met orange and the Xiaolin dragon shivered. What? He surely hadn't noticed him, but there was a definite challenge in that smirking glare. No. No! This wasn't part of the plan. Chase hated Jack! He hated him! He couldn't want him in such a way. Yet there was a definite challenge made to the small dragon who had been spying through the glass.

He had to...there was something more to this. Dojo didn't know what to do. Jack was in dangerous sights all because of his emotional connection to the young man. Jack seemed to have been subdued by something Chase had said. Dojo was pissed. the man had obviously said something hurtful. Then as quickly as he had arrived he has snapped his fingers and Jack was alone. Wuya having been taken with him. Whatever could he want with her anyway?


Now though should he show himself. The boy's head stayed bowed and his shoulders shook. The urge to go and comfort his future mate was so overwhelming that he went for it. Pushing on the window he was surprised that it gave up easily and slid open. The dragon swept in as nonchalantly as possible.

"Hey kid," Dojo began strongly but finished weekly as he was pinned with a withering glare, "What's up?"

"If you're here for my wu you're too late. Chase just informed me he was taking my 'toys,'" Jack used air quites to accentuate the word toys. He sat down with a huff. And turned in his swivel chair to face his computer screen not even bothering to dismiss the small magical reptile. This threw Dojo for a loop, yet he somehow felt relieved. Then he felt guilty about it. Jack was ovbiously broken up, if the suspicous sniffling was any indication.

"What do you mean?" Dojo asked quietly.

"What it sounds like. Chase has had enough of my foolishness and has taken the Wu...even the monkey staff. Wuya knew and had them packed before Chase made his appearance," Jack let out a shaky sigh and covered his eyes with his hand before sniffing up more tears, "'It's for the best, Spicer. This way you can no longer make a mockery of the Heylin. Its better than a worm like you deserves, Take your little machines and go play elsewhere. You are not welcome at showdowns anylonger." His voice took on a husky and cold tone. Not a bad imitation fot he dragon warlord. Then Jack's voice finally hitched and he let out a whine not unlike when he would get scared or hurt in the past. Only this time it was neither funny or iritating. It was heart breaking. Dojo slithered up to him and patted his arm. Jack half heartedly shrugged him off and turned with watery eyes.

"So, um," Jack cleared his throat, "Where are the losers anyway?"

"Training...I came here alone," The dragon admitted. it was so hard to stop himself from reaching up with his tiny cpaws and drying Jack's tears.

"Huh," Jack huffed, "So I wasn't even worth their time. How'd you know to come here today? Was this sucker punch the albino genius day or something?"

"I-um," Dojo blushed and turned away. This wasn't the time to spring something on Jack. He had to come up with something really quick, "I was curious...why go with the Heylin side. You know the Xiaolin would take better care of you right?" Dojo would take much better care of him.

Jack rolled his eyes, "Isn't that usually the cheese puff's shtick?"

Dojo turned to stare at him. jack looked so defeated but still magnificent with his rare coloring. He hesitated for only a second, "What's to lose. You're out of the Heylin. What's more, you should consider yourself lucky, they don't usually bar people they save time and headaches by killing them." That sounded less harsh in his head.

Go away and let me wallow. Jack pushed the small dragon away.

This was going really well, "Awe. Give it a chance... think it over?"

'Give me a chance,' Dojo thought to himself.

"Ok," Dojo decided a little space would maybe be helpful, "Just give it some thought. Ok?"

Jack sighed and shrugged, but didn't make a move to push the dragon away anymore, "Whatever."

"Just...hey I can i come back and check in some time...maybe we could talk more later?" Dojo didn't mean to sound so hopeful but jack was really too depressed to notice.

"Um, sure," Jack conceded, "Just please go away now."

"Sure you're gonna be ok?" Dojo asked.

Jack ignored him.

Feeling like he had failed the dragon took off through the window. Jack turned to see him go and wondered when that window had been opened absently. He'd latch it later right then he just wanted a shower and a pudding to drown his sorrows in.


A couple mentioned wanting to see more of this so i thought what the heck.