Another Xiaolin Showdown fic. Same drill as the other...I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, I loved the show and I am writing purely for enjoyment.
The pairing is Rai x Jack. Hope you don't hate it.
Sun and Fun Showdown
For the last time Jack sighed as the Spicer family jet landed, piloted by his Jack-bots of course.
He and Wuya had decided posing as a girl would be easier if they were to fabricate a sister of Jack Spicer, rather than trying to create a family identity and history from scratch. A bit of hacking and a few fordged documents later; and Jennifer Spicer stepped off the Jet ready for a convenient business trip/vacation. In case he would run into the Xiaolin losers, he'd have a realistic excuse for being there. Like he wouldn't run into them. He rolled his eyes.
"Time to throw away the last of my dignity," He grumbled to himself. Wuya had vanished the second he made land fall. He knew she would know where to find him, but the chances of running into anyone who knew them would completely blow his cover. It was going to be hard enough pulling this off without the added humiliation of his peers (not exactly like he had any frineds in the Xiaolin/Heylin Circles...or at all really) knowing he had been forced into a dress by the ghostly Wuya.
The young 'heiress' to the Spicer fortune stepped out of the jet. A soft ruby red chiffon dress hugged the very slim young woman. Black patent leather sandals showed off manicured toe nails painted blood red, on pretty delicate looking feet. Thin, but not short enough to be considered petite, Miss Spicer smiled gratefully at one of the attendants waiting there, who had taken her hand. The man was tall muscular and handsome. He helped the pretty young lady down the steps. Her smile was met by a charming grin, and a wink.
In spite of the humiliation, or perhaps because of it, a pretty blush stained the young Spicer's cheeks. Behind him a large and foreboding floating metallic being held his luggage. When Jack's open toed platform sandal touched the concrete of the runway another attendant was waiting. The young man, every bit as tall, tanned and handsome as the other, looked nervously at the huge floating hunk of metal carrying two stylish black suitcases. One roller and one carry-on style bag. He reached for them. The thing's single glowing red eye turned on him. The man froze reaching to take the bags when the thing made a grinding sound that almost sounded like a growl.
"Jack-bot," The young woman spoke in a firm but bored tone. "Give him the bags, then return to the cockpit." Jack's voice was much improved after practicing. No longer shrill sounding, but husky. Slightly on the deep side for a woman but still very soft and alluring. It was a bedroom voice, some might say. Both attendants were looking at Jack like he had said the most obscene thing they had ever heard and they probably would gladly beg to hear more...if it wouldn't get them fired.
"Please come this way Miss Spicer, your limousine is waiting," The one holding Jack's hand said and the one following stayed quiet. Jack had the sneaking suspicion that the one behind him wasn't looking ahead, but at his backside (and he was very right about that). It wasn't like the view was unpleasant.
Jack didn't know weather to be disgusted or pleased at the treatment. Apparently it paid to be a girl. He'd never had an attendant help him off a Jet like that. Usually he was forgotten when he traveled with either of his parents...even alone. He had to carry his bags, nobody smiled at him, or even paid him mind, until it was time to beg for tips...and he tipped generously.
Mainly to spite his parents. They were a couple of miserly people; generous to themselves and, sometimes when they thought about Jack; but their servants had been very under paid, the Spicers didn't tip and went through every loophole in the book to avoid paying taxes.
Paula Spicer was a Chinese American, and a retired model. Her husband, Richard, was a Naturalized American from Poland. He was ruthless business man. He had spotted her at a corporate party on the arm of a rival. Of course being the greedy executive he was he wanted her, simply because she belonged to the competition. Once he had taken over the other man's business and gutted it. The gold-digging beauty came to him. They were married, within two years of their wedding Jack was born with his unfortunate 'deformity', and the rest was history.
So here was this young man of mixed heritage with an extremely rare genetic disorder and no real knowledge of his mother's culture, and only having learned what he had about Richard's because of the few brief trips to his grandmother's home. His Nanna had a penchant for evil and a mean streak a mile long. Hence the infrequent visits, but she was fond of her only grandchild. She taught him a little polish and he showed off his little creations. She had given him the idea of building his own workspace and grinned slyly when she slipped his mother's credit card into his pocket with a note in polish that basically told him his mother was a spoiled brat and he should put her too large allowance to good use.
Jack had his lab under false pretenses...at first. With his mothers 'borrowed' credit card he started out making small purchases. When those weren't noticed he got bold. His lab was built by Jack's own skilled hands. He should have known eventually his father would find out.
Surprizingly when his parents discovered his theivery they were actually proud of his ability to efficiently embezzle from under their noses. On top of that, his Jack-bots worked for only the cost of their power cells and never needed to rest. The staff were replaced immediately. Jack was allowed to keep his little lab...and maybe his father stole some of his plans and patened them in his own name. Maybe Jack knew and allowed him to take small things. Because maybe he was really a genius and actually much more savvy then people gave him credit. Besides his robots' plans were secure. Not to mention they were too complicated for even the Spicer Corp. engineers to figure out their workings.
Jennifer Spicer slipped the man who'd helped her two one hundred dollar bills and nodded to his associate. It was up to him to be honest with his co-worker. Surprisingly Jack found that the staff at places like this tended to take care of one an other. When he followed behind his mother or father he would sneak a few bills into their attendant's hands and sometimes he would see the servants divving up the tip with their friends. Funny thing about money. The more people had the more tight fisted they tended to be with it.
Jack mentally shook his head and focused on the front compartment. The driver already knew where to take Jennifer Spicer. The Manna Lei Hotel. It was very exclusive and Jack had to hack in his reservations. Someone was going to be out of luck tonight...But there were other hotels and P. Richardson would be easily accommodated at one of the other luxury hotels on the Island, but Jack needed to be at the Manna Lei because it just so happened to be where a certain Shen gong wu was being kept. Weird but still true. The guardians of the Circlet of Hegan had once been the ruling famaily of this island, but now were simply the wealthiest family in this protectorate. They owned half the island, but the hotel was also their center for business and the entire top floor was the family's personal quarters. Jack was already aware of his mission.
The eldest son of the Manna Lei family was a notorious playboy and the only people hoping to get invited up to the private penthouse of the Manna Lei hotel would have to catch the eye of Roy Manna Lei to get the opportunity. Jack could only imagine what he'd have to do to get close to the wu.
On top of that he hadn't been able to hack into the families personal files. The only way he had been able to get the reservation was to hack the travel sight and switch places with someone who had a room reserved already. He had a sinking feeling it might have had something to do with the wu protecting the family. It was active after all.
He had to remember what Wuya had told him. Refrain from agressive thoughts and actions. That should be easy since he tended to be a bit of a coward...ok a total whiny bitch. He was willing to admit that. He only hopped he didn't have to do anything too degrading to get the circlet. Then all he had to do was to put it on and remain in a passive frame of mind. If it really worked he could just walk out of the hotel, hail a cab, get on his jet and hightail it home. Then maybe hide in shame for a month or too...
...Kimiko sighed and walked back out of the Manna Lei hotel lobby. It was booked solid and no amount of money was going to get someone to give up their room.
"Guess we'll have to go somewhere else to stay," She said.
The boys looked around and saw 3 other hotels within sight of this one and wondered why the girl was feeling put out. They didn't need to actually stay at the hotel to talk to the family about the wu. Master Fung had sent a note that should guarantee them an audience with the head of the family, Phillip Manna Lei.
They were turning to leave then a limo pulled in next to them on the front walk. They actually had had to back up to avoid being run over.
One small pale foot peeked out followed by the second one. Smooth hairless legs cloaked in red chiffon followed. The feet sporting fashionable black platform sandals had caught Kimko's attention. Clay and Raimundo were too busy following a shapely white calf up to a hidden thigh as the owner of the pair of fine stems leaned out. A pretty pale face hidden by oversized designer sunglasses looked around. Pouty pink lips were indented with an incisor as the girl worried her lips. She looked directly at the group.
"Holy..." Raimundo started to speak as the girl blushed and smiled right at him.
"That...that looks like Jack Spicer," Omi suddenly announced loudly.
The girl frowned and her gaze passed over them as quickly as it had rested on them. She was out and Raimundo's mouth hung open.
"Is that Jack Spicer in a sundress?" Clay whispered at Raimundo.
"God I hope not," Raimundo hissed, "A butt like that on Spicer would be a crime of nature. A butt that perfect dosent belong on Jack of all people."
"But she...he...looked right at us," Clay argued.
"What you wanna go tug on her hair to see if its a wig?" Raimundo dared and smirked at the ashen look on Clay's face.
"Ain't worth the risk. If that's not spicer..." Clay swallowed, "If my momma got wind I did something foolish like pullin' a girl's hair...I don't wanna think about that pard'."
He looked over to Raimundo only to see the young Brazilian walking casually toward the hotel.
"Raimundo!" Clay called but was shushed by Kimiko.
She was already on her cellphone trying to find a hotel with an open room. She wasn't about to spend her mini vacation camping in the jungle.
"Jack Spicer was in a dress...does that mean that Jack Spicer is a girl Clay?"
"You got me little pardner," Clay Shrugged.
...Raimundo followed the female Jack Spicer look-alike up to the counter then pretended to look for someone. He was pretty sure he went unnoticed.
A pretty woman looking to be in her late thirties or early forties stood at the concierge's desk and greeted the pretty young woman in the bright red dress.
"May I help you?" The woman smiled.
The girl pushed her sunglasses up into her soft curly strawberry locks. She smiled back and stated her purpose, "Yeah...I have a reservation."
"Under what name?" The woman prompted her.
"Jennifer Spicer," Jack answered. The woman typed into her computer and nodded.
"Yes," She confirmed, "You're check in time is not for another hour though Ma'am. If you would like to wait in the lobby that is fine, or Perhap you would like to refresh yourself with a drink at the bar..."
Jack shook his head but his stomach gurgled, "Actually could you recommend a restaurant, and could check my bags in here until my room is ready."
"You certainly man Miss, and we host one of the finest restaurants on the island, your meal would be compliments of the house."
"Oh thank you," The girl smiled thankfully and let a bell hop take her things. The conservatoire directed her to the restaurant entrance which was just beyond the bar.
...Raimundo perked up at the mention of her name. He saw her face and it was uncanny. She looked like Jack, but at the same time she was beautiful. It just couldn't be Jack.
"Jennifer Spicer..."
Raimundo slinked off before he was noticed. It was too much of a coincidence. It had to be him but he wasn't about to embarass himself by making accusations; in case he was wrong. If it wasn't spicer it must be a relative of Jacks, but was this Jennifer ever hot. Hot, hot, hot.
He found his friends where he left them. Kimiko was arguing with someone in Japanese on her phone. Clay looked irate, and Omi was babbling in his ear about Jack being a girl still.
"Where'd you run off ta'? Clay asked. Omi paused briefly in his babbling to listen in.
"I followed the Jack Spicer clone. She checked in as Jennifer Spicer. I figure one of two things. One, Jack likes to wear drag; or two, Jack has a hot relative, maybe a sister or a close cousin," Raimundo held up two fingers to illustrate. Clay shrugged.
"Then that is simple," Omi shouted causing passers by to stare, "We shall go ask this Jennifer Spicer if she is Jack's sister, or if it is Jack in a disguise."
"Ok...ok Bye dad," Kimiko touched her phone screen and frowned. "I have good news and bad news."
"Bad news first?" Raimundo asked.
"Fine. I guess I went over my limit on my card. Dad's furious but he is willing to pay for our rooms. He doesn't want me sharing a room with you guys, and the only place he was willing to pay for is on the other side of the island. And its a Motel."
"What's the good news?" Clay asked.
"We don't have to sleep outside tonight," Kimiko shrugged, "I didn't even think there were any motels on a resort island like this..."
"Looks like were slummin' it then," Raimundo sighed.
"Hey at least you have the flashiest ride on the island," Dojo spoke up.
"Yes you are a bigger flasher than anyone," Omi announced loudly.
"Um I hope you mean he outshines the everybody," Kimiko groaned.
"Yes, that is what I said," Omi agreed with her cluelessly.
Jack sighed blissfully as he dug into his gourmet chocolate peppermint pudding. It was like eating a little piece of heaven. He could never look a plain old pudding cup the same way again after this.
Just like he was enthralled with his dessert someone was watching him with a hungry look. Jack didn't notice at all...Not until a shadow loomed over him and a deep voice spoke, "What is such a ravishing creature as yourself doing sitting all alone?" Jack was about to take a bite of his chocolate, but the question startled him. he dropped pudding on his skirt.
"Damn," He hissed.
"Oh my," The voice crooned, "I must apologize. I didn't intend to startle you Miss..." he left the word hanging in the air hoping to get a name.
Jack didn't realize and just waved him off. In fact he didn't realize what this stranger's intentions were at all or he would have turned to look at his pursuer. Instead he waved it off.
"Its ok," Jack answered in his husky voice, "I'm more upset about wasting good pudding. I can have the dress dry cleaned after my room is ready."
The man grew frustrated. A large hand with caramel skin grabbed the pale one that was waving him off.
"I am sure I can make it up to you...the wasted pudding and the dress," He continued on, not deterred by the pretty girl's obvious disinterest. Jack finally turned. His face was marred with a frown, but one look at the man behind him and his mouth fell open. The man was tall handsome and extremely too close to him.
Actually; tall, dark, and handsome wished they could compare to this impeccable god in the guise of a fashion plate. He wore a dark Armani suit, and a gold watch that looked like it could pay for a fleet of jack-bots. His hair was very long and almost black enough to be considered blue. it was tied back in a neat ponytail. Jack's large red eyes blinked up at dark chocolate. The man's eyes widened at the vision he beheld. Big doe eyes the color of blood-demonic yet innocent. He was very glad he had spotted this treasure. Espically before his older brother had the chance to woo this captivating creature.
"Forgive my impertinence. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Albert Manna Lei. My family owns this hotel. May I ask your name?"
Jack's mouth snapped shut, and he barely managed to stutter out his alias, "Ja-Jennifer...um...Jennifer Spicer."
"Such a name for such a beauty," He smiled disarmingly.
Wuya had not mentioned a younger brother...Maybe he would be getting his mission done sooner than he thought. It was almost a shame. The island was beautiful. He would not have minded staying for a few days.
"Well Miss Spicer," He held out his arm for Jack to take. The boy hesitated for a bit. Albert frowned but didn't press the matter. Jack stayed seated and just stared almost blankly at the man.
Albert figured he might scare the pretty thing off. He let his arm drop. It was obvious that this Miss Spicer was staying at their hotel. He had ample time to get more acquainted. Jack's face felt very hot. He looked at the decorative mirror on the wall and saw his cheeks were panted deep pink.
"As I said," Albert continued, "I would like repay you for the damage I caused."
"No its- its ok," Jack again waved it off.
"Perhaps I could take you to dinner?" He asked hopefully. Jack nodded dumbly. "And dancing, do you have a gown?" Again Jack nodded. Warning bells went off in his head. this was way too easy. Besides for such a rich handsome guy he was coming off as a little more than desperate. Jack might never have been popular but he was able to recognize a stalker when he saw one.
Suddenly Jack looked at his watch and started to get up, "I should go my room must be ready by now."
"Please allow me to walk with you," Albert asked with a brilliant smile.
"Um...sure," Jack agreed and allowed the man to take his arm.
Jack was seen off by the man when his room was ready. Once he was out of ear shot. The man smirked and turned to the computer behind the front desk. he looked up "Jennifer Spicer" The documentation was very well done, would have fulled most people, too bad the Mana Lei family had magic on their side.
"Jack Spicer," Albert whispered and smirked, "You're mine now."