Chase stepped out of Wuya's room and shut the door behind him, no longer wanting to look at the woman's face, which screamed 'I don't believe you'. The warlord started walking and felt something brush against his leg, he looked down and found one of his warriors padding along with him.

"Yes?" Chase waited for a response. "What do you mean Vanti left?" The warlord stopped when he was answered. "Why did Spicer leave?" Chase's eyes widened a little. "He heard!? Why did you not tell me he was listening!?" The warrior looked down at their paws and softly meowed. "Do you know where he went?" The warrior shrugged. "Great."

"Maybe you shouldn't have lied." Wuya sang, leaning against the wall.

"You knew he was there, didn't you?" Chase accused, not facing the witch.

"It's Jack, of course, he was going to eavesdrop. I'm just shocked you didn't detect my little spell outside of the room that prevented you from noticing him." Wuya stepped back a little when Chase threw a glare at her. "I honestly didn't think you were stupid enough to lie like that. I also didn't think that you don't know Jack well enough to not expect him to be there. You've been having sex with him for a while now, you'd think you'd learn a thing or two about him." Chase let out a hard breath of air through his nose. "You obviously like him, I'm not blind. Jack's also fallen for you, imagine what your words did to the poor boy's heart." Wuya checked her nails. "I didn't want you to hurt him, I just wanted you to admit what you were feeling out loud." Wuya lowered her hand and sighed. "A Wu activated right before we started speaking, he's probably going after it."

"Why would he-"

"His brain goes at fifty miles an hour, he needs something to distract him from what you said." Wuya's answer cut off Chase's question. "And before you ask, I know you like him because if he really was just a warm body to you, you wouldn't be so friendly with him. And don't say the 'They're easier to lay with when they think you like them' nonsense. It's Jack, he's willing to do anything for you. You don't need to pretend anything to get him in bed with you. The first time the two of you went at it, he knew he was just helping you, that there was nothing there and he was willing to do it anyways. He even said it himself after you were done." Wuya crossed her arms. "You might be a great manipulator but you are a terrible liar."

"Take me to the Wu."

x~x~x

Jack sat on a log in the middle of a forest, a Wu in the shape of a bracelet dangling from his finger. The young man was resting his face on a fist and he stared at the Wu. He's been waiting a good five minutes for the monks to show up and his mind returned to what he had just heard. His heart hurts. His heart hurts a lot.

"Jack Spicer! Give us the Wu!" Omi shouted as he and the other monks emerged from the trees.

"Took you guys long enough, here." Jack tossed the Wu at Omi.

"Are you finally giving up, Jack?" Raimundo mocked.

"This time, yeah. I was really pissed not that long ago. I was ready for a showdown, I didn't even care if I won or not, I just wanted to do something to distract me but you four took forever to get here and now I'm not in the mood." Jack was standing at this point and adjusting the straps of his heli-pack. "Enjoy your stupid Wu, I'm going home." Jack paused for a moment. Home? The first thing that came to mind was Chase's place, not his actual house.

"Jack, you seem...off?" Omi looked at Raimundo to see if he got that right and received a head nod.

"What's it to you?" Jack noticed that Omi was staring. "What?"

"I was waiting for 'chrome-done' or some sort of insult, it indicates that it's my turn to speak." Omi explained.

"I'm not in the mood for this. Just go back and leave me alone." Jack sat back down.

"I thought you said you were going home." Kimiko said.

"I don't know what home is at the moment." Jack muttered, slipping off his heli-pack.

"What's up with you? You look downer than a duck's head looking for food in an empty pond." Clay sat down next to Jack.

"Why do you care, why do any of you care? You beat me more often than not. If I disappeared the world would probably be a better place." Jack opened his pack and started digging through it.

"We're good, remember. We're supposed to care about people, evil or not." Kimiko sat down on the opposite end of Jack.

"Whatever you say." Jack murmured and stiffened when he pulled a piece of paper out of his pack.

"Did you draw yourself?" Raimundo asked, seeing the picture upside down.

"No..." Jack remembered when Chase gave him this sketch.

They were both in the library. Jack was reading a book about Greek mythology, amused by how odd some of the gods and demi-gods were born. He glanced up and saw Chase scraping a pencil across a sheet of paper and was occasionally looking up at him.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked, closing the book he was reading.

"Sketching." Chase answered.

"Sketching what?" Jack stated getting up.

"Don't move, you'll throw off my sketch." Chase held a hand out towards Jack before continuing his drawing.

"You're drawing me?" Jack was shocked.

"I know your body pretty well at this point, might as well try my hand at drawing it since I've neglected this skill for a few years." Chase explained, making several more lines before placing the pencil down.

"Can I?"

"Come on over." Jack quickly got up and sat on the arm of the chair Chase was in.

"Dude! That's awesome!" Jack complimented.

"I am pretty proud of it." Chase handed the paper to Jack. "Perhaps I can make a few more sketches, with a more-" Chase grabbed the front of Jack's shirt and pulled him close. "-exposed reference?"

"Or I can your canvas." Jack placed the drawing on the table next to him and sat down in Chase's lap. "Fuck me like one of your French girls."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how the phrase goes." Chase chuckled before he was kissed.

"So...who drew it then?" Raimundo's voice was only half heard by Jack as the memory played in his mind.

"Jack?" Kimiko saw the tears forming in Jack's eyes. The monks were not ready for Jack to suddenly tear the drawing into several pieces and throw them to the ground.

"Not it." Raimundo put his hands up and stepped back when Jack started sobbing.

"Uh...Kimi, can you..." Clay rubbed the back of his neck.

"Jack, are you-"

"Fuck him!" Jack aggressively zipped his heli-pack. "I gave that piece of shit everything! I let him do whatever he wanted to me and I thought we had something! Not even anything that serious but no. I'm nothing more than a warm body for him to fuck whenever he wants!"

"What does the term fu-" Omi was stopped by Raimundo putting his hand over his mouth.

"It's something that bad guys say." Raimundo answered the unfinished question.

"Do you need help or something?" Clay offered, his voice giving away how awkward he felt.

"I don't need anything from anyone!" Jack got up and started walking. "I'm done with everyone! I don't need anyone in my life! Ever!"

"Spicer." Jack froze when he heard Chase speak.