Title- The Monk and the Beans

Words- 1,292 (4,204)

Warnings- This is a re-write of the movie Jack, the Giant Slayer, with a dash of fanfiction. It contains one-sided Jack/Isabelle and pure Jalmont from the deepest depths of my heart and imagination. *smirks* It is yaoi, meaning boyxboy. So if you don't like, then don't read. Also, most of it is pretty much the same, so expect boring chapters... I think.

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN JACK, THE GIANT SLAYER. No matter how much I want to own it, I just don't. So no money is being made what-so-ever from this story.

"Roderick!" The sound of heels could be heard down the marble stone hallways as a man with long shaggy black hair walked down the halls, followed by a bouncy man with light brown hair. "Roderick!"

"What?" Roderick, the man, sighed out in annoyance, keeping his eyes forward, anywhere but at the man following after him like a lost puppy.

"The king wants to see you." The other man, Wicke, said; his bubbly personality showing through his words.

"Why?" Roderick questioned, glancing back at Wicke.

"Princess has wandered off again." Wicke said and Roderick scoffed, turning his attention away as the two men rounded a corner. "You gonna let her do that kind of thing once you two is married?" He asked, laughing lightly as he spoke.

Roderick chuckled and he grinned as he spoke, "When we're married, as far as I'm concerned, she can wander off a cliff." He said, speaking this with ease, and Wicke chuckled as well. Roderick turned around once they reached a large wooden door and he scowled. "I have bigger plans."

He turned around and opened the door, pushing it open as he walked through, though he almost ran into a monk, who seemed to be in a hurry. He stepped aside, allowing the monk to pass and the monk smiled lightly, though he seemed nervous, and he bowed his head as he walked by Roderick.

Wicke followed after Roderick when the man walked through the door again and he spoke, "Roderick, why do you think them monks shave their heads like that? Heh. Is that so God can see into their brains?" He asked, motioning with his hands as he spoke, following after Roderick as they walked up the stairs.

"That what I like about you, Wicke: stuffed to the gills with insatiable curiosity." Roderick said, with a hint of sarcasm. Wicke chuckled, picking up nothing of the sort and thought it to be a compliment from the man.

Roderick stopped at another door at the top of the stairs and he pulled out a set of keys, putting them to the door before pausing as the door creaked open. Wicke frowned at this and he watched as Roderick lightly pushed the door open, only to find the room a mess; as if someone has ransacked the place, searching for something.

Roderick looked around for a few seconds before he rushed towards where a heavy book lie on the floor and he picked it up, opening it quickly to find where a hole was, the contents missing. "Now, that's a pity." He said, a bit darkly.

Wicke looked around in confusion, not comprehending what had happened at all.

Roderick turned from the book, looking towards another spot in the room, to an un-potted plant lying haphazardly on the floor, dirt lying everywhere. He threw the book down and quickly kneeled beside the plant and he dug through the roots and the dirt until a small silver crown showed itself. "Oh, thank God, it's still here." He sighed in relief, looking up at Wicke who was still looking around like an idiot. "Close the gates to the city, take some men, and find that monk." He ordered, pointing at Wicke as he nearly glared at the poor man.

Almost immediately Wicke turned around, doing exactly as he was told. Lest he face a very angry Roderick.

The gates closed and guards stood in front of them, as what they were ordered to do. Wicke stood, shouting out to the lines of men and women and children as they walked to where they were told. "And by the authority of the Lord High Constable of Cloister, this gate will remain closed until I find what I am looking for!" Wicke shouted out and the people murmured quietly to their selves and to others. "I am looking for a thief! If you ain't stolen nothing, then you ain't got nothing to worry about! You! There! With the bald head! Turn around, let me see your face!"

A soldier shouted out as the monk hid behind a wall, trying to stay hidden. "Enough! Bow!"

"Him! Oi!" Wicke shouted, pointing to a random person in the crowd. "On your knees!" The monk hid from their view, hoping to not be caught.

Jack was still walking around, trying to sell his horse, though he didn't want to. "Horse for sale. Last chance, going for a great price." He said, sounding a bit down. The monk looked over, seeing his chance, but he didn't have a lot of money on him. "He's a good horse for a cart... if you had one."

Jack smiled sadly before frowning again and he sighed, petting the horse lightly, his back turned towards the monk as the man called to him. "I'll give you ten coppers." He said, staying hidden, sounding rushed and frightened.

Jack turned towards him, looking intrigued. "Ten? Really?" He questioned, walking over to the monk with his horse.

"I'm on an urgent mission. Life and Death." He said quietly.

Jack looked back at his horse, looking reluctant, but he finally agreed. "Yeah, all right, deal." He said.

"Now, I don't have the money with me. But there's money at the abbey." The monk said and immediately, Jack frowned, turning away.

"I'm sure you're an honest man," Jack sighed, turning back towards the man. "I'd much rather sell Anser to a man of the cloth than... a butcher, but I can't afford to go home empty-handed." He admitted lightly, giving a lop-sided, apologetic, smile.

"Of course, of course." The monk said; backing away slightly and he turned his head to look behind the pillar, watching Wicke carefully.

"You idiot!" He heard Wicke shout. "I wanna see their baldy heads!"

The monk turned back towards Jack and sighed, reaching into one of his sleeves. "Which is why I'm offering collateral." He said, handing Jack a small bag and Jack took it, cautious though. He opened the bag and dumped the contents in the palm of his hand.

"Beans." Jack said, obviously confused.

"Not just beans." The monk shook his head, lightly. "They are holy relics, from a very special time long, long ago." The monk said and he turned around, eyes widening a little when he saw soldiers walking in his direction.

"They look like beans to me." Jack frowned and the monk turned back towards him, desperate now.

"They are priceless to the monks of Cloister. Certainly worth far more than ten coppers. Whatever happens, you must bring those beans back to the abbey." The monk said hurriedly. "Take them to Prior Puffin and tell him that Brother Abel sent you. You'll get your money." He said as Jack looked down at the beans, still frowning.

"Brother Abel, these are just beans." Jack tried to reason but the monk shook his head.

"Son, those beans have the power to change the world as we know it." Brother Abel said, mysteriously and Jack, almost, looked intrigued. But he was still conflicted. "Don't lose them. And whatever you... don't get them wet." He said, shaking his head and Jack looked down at the beans once more, thinking everything over in his head.

When he looked back up, Brother Abel was already riding away on his horse, Anser; and he turned around, frowning as he watched the monk ride away.

"Stop that monk!" Wicke shouted, suddenly, and then soldiers were chasing after Brother Abel.

The monk rode down the stone and brick roads before finally being caught, Anser bucking him off and the soldiers pointed spears at him.

"Hello monk." Wicke grinned wickedly, riding up to the fallen monk on his own horse, a beautiful brown stallion. The monk panted heavily and he knew... he was caught.

And... part three. Still boring... if you ask me...

~The White Wolf, Zero