I disclaim Xiaolin Showdown and all it's characters, I in no way profit by writing this fanfiction.

(though, If I DID own XS, Chack would totaly be canon and there would be a LOT more seasons, lol)

hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter 11

Laughter rang through the air on the luxury ocean liner. Charles and Sylvia Spicer lay in lounge chairs beside the pool, soaking up the sun's rays. Charles possesed a jawline similar to his son's, though much more defined, lacking all traces of baby-fat. He also shared the delicate arch of his son's nose. Overall, he was a fairly attractive man. he was wearing a blue and green hawaiian shirt and pair of red swim trunks. He glanced over at his wife, who was wearing a yellow and pink bikini. His hazel eyes glinted in the sunlight, brought out by his black hair, threaded with steely grey.

"Are you enjoying yourself, darling?"

"Oh, yes, you were right, honeymuffin, this was a wonderful idea..."she smiled, reaching out and playing with his hair. He nuzzled into her wrist, kissing it affectionately. Sylvia giggled and lay back in her chair "If only Jackie could be here..."

"Now, sweetie pop, you know how he is with sunshine and perky people." Charles said, sipping a brightly colored fruit drink from a frosted glass.

Sylvia sighed, "Yes, I know...Would you mind if I-"

"Go ahead, schnookum's," he said, "I know how you worry."

"You sure, Charlie?" She asked, not wanting to seem too eager to leave him alone, however briefly.

"I'll order you another drink and keep it cold for you" he promised, leaning forward and rubbing noses with her.

The high society woman grinned and kissed her husband on the cheek as she rose, wrapping a towel around her waist.

"I'll be back soon, promise" she said, grabbing the cell phone from her purse and skimming her speed dial list, walking off a few yards to a quiet corner to make her call

"Let's see, secretary...Mr. Habblton...Tohomiko industries... Megan...Janet...AH! Here we go!"

Jack ate ravenously, tearing into a piece of chicken hungrily. As much as he hated to admit it, Chase was right, he HAD needed to eat.

That didn't mean he was gonna admit it, though.

That'd just be giving Chase the satisfaction, and he had enough of that already, if that smirk on his face as any judge.

His wrist tingled as his watch began vibrating, letting out a muted ringing noise. Chase's sensitive ears picked the noise up immediately and recognized it as something similar to a phone ringing.

"Someone is calling you?"

Jack shrugged "It happens. Maybe it's Tubbimura or Vlad wanting a laser canon or something..." Jack said with a shrug. The Goth removed his watch and hit the red button on the side, activating the Speaker-phone.

Er, watch.

"Jack Spicer, Evil Boy genius. Who are you and what do you want?" he asked curiously, though trying to pretend he sounded bored.

"Hello, Jackie!"

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If Jack had had something in his mouth, he would've choked on it.

"Mommy!"

"'Mommy'? " Chase repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Jack made a shushing motion with his hands as the lyrical voice of his mother rang out over the device in his hand.

"Jackie, who was that?"

"Uh, no one!" Jack said quickly, only to find his hand emptied of the communication device. Chase stood a few feet away, holding the device with an amused look on his face

"That would be me. Do excuse me for interrupting you call..."

"Who's this? OH, wait,I know! You must be Jackie's little boyfriend, Chase Young! He's ALWAYS going on about you!" Sylvia Spicer said, sounding delighted.

"MOM!" Jack cried in protest.

Chase gave the mortified-looking Jack a VERY evil smirk and gave an equally as wicked chuckle as he turned back to the communication device "Why, yes I am. And you must be Sylvia Spicer. Jackie is ALWAYS mentioning you too..."

Jack wanted to curl up and die right there. This was just too much! He eyed the carving knife near a baked ham that sat nearby and heavily considered reaching for it and ending his misery

Sylvia Spicer, however, was extremely pleased with this turn of events. "It's so nice to finally talk to you." she said "Jack NEVER introduces me to any of his friends, sometimes I think he's embarrassed of me."

Chase could picture her pouting in a manner similar to Jack's in his mind's eye. "On the contrary, Spicer always speaks very highly of you, he positively adores you."

"Really? That's a relief, though I'm sure it's short fiddle compared to how he talks about YOU..." she giggled.

"Oh? And what does he say?" Chase asked indulgently.

"Only good things. Like how amazing and evil you are. He says you're the single most powerful evil entity on the planet and that if he could become a fraction of how awesome you are, he'd be able to die happily. Of course, it's natural for him to admire you so much, being his evil idol and all... Not to mention he's had a crush on you for forever" she added.

"Really?" Chase inquired, his wicked delight increasing by the second.

"Oh yes, he has this poster in his room, and-"

"Gimmie that!" Jack demanded, making a mad grab for the watch, only for Chase to deftly sidestep him and continue the conversation, tripping him and sending the goth falling flat on his back. Jack grunted as he hit the floor and groaned as his mother proceeded to further, if unintentionally, humiliate him in front of his idol.

"Oh, please, somebody, kill me now..." Jack moaned, burying his face in his hands.

Chase honestly didn't know what was the most amusing. Listening to Spicer's mother, or watching Spicer himself groan in agony and beg for death, his face completely red with embarrassment.

Kimiko closed her eyes, inhaling deeply as she took a meditative pose as best she could, her broken leg propped up on a pillow. Master Fung, sitting across from her, was giving her a private lesson separate from the other monks. It was an exercise on using her powers with her mind. It was usually a lesson reserved for older, more advanced monks, but given Kimiko's current state, he'd decided a lesson or two would help her feel less left out.

Not to mention vent her temper.

"Have you found your center, Kimiko?" he asked, also in a meditative pose.

Kimiko nodded, keeping her meditative state, grounding herself and letting her thoughts clear. "Yes, Master Fung."

"Good. Open your eyes, and focus on the unlit candle." he said placing an unlit candle between the two of them. "In your mind's Eye, picture the candle lighting itself. Think only of lighting the candle."

Kimiko did as he asked, opening her eyes and glancing at the candle befor her

"Remember, you must use only your mind. Your body must remain perfectly still."

"Right..."

Kimiko stared hard at the candle, for several long minutes. Nothing happened. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her inner fire rose and filled her body, churning wildly,unable to escape. She forced herself to keep still and ureach out with her mind. She grunted with effort and discomfort.

"Relax Kimiko, hold your center."

"I'm trying, but this is hard!"

"I know, but you must focus. This lesson depends heavily on your self-discipline."

Kimiko grit her teeth, her breathing hard as she concentrated every fiber of her being into lighting the candle. A thin stream of smoke began rising from the wick. Kimiko gasped, holding onto the connection. The smoke increased, the tip glowing red. With another grunt of effort and sheer will, a miniscule flicker of flame formed.

"Master Fung!" Dojo yelled, bursting into the room, opening the door with a bang

"Daaahh!"

Kimiko's powers surged out, exploding the candle and sending gobs of melted and burning wax in all directions. Dojo winced, "wow, that's gonna take forever to get out of the rug..."

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The dragon of fire growled in frustration, "Dojo, look what you mad me do! I almost had it!"

"My bad..." he reached into his ear pulling out a rolled up piece of parchment, "But we just got the message from Master Monk Guan addressed to Master Fung."

"Give it here, Dojo" The elderly monk said as he wiped drying wax from his hands and face calmly, taking the scroll, his eyes skimming over it. "It would seem a recent hurricane caused some significant damage to his temple. He is requesting to spend a few days here while repairs are made."

"Should we send a reply?" Kimiko asked, pulling herself back into her wheelchair.

"No. If I know Guan, he's already on his way. The letter was a mere formality. Dojo, go inform the others and prepare a room for him."

"You got it,boss-man!" he said slithering off to do as he was bid.

The elder monk turned to his student, who was picking wax out of her hair. he put a hand on her shoulder "Kimiko, you did well for your first try. Next time we perform this exercise, I expect you will be able to light the candle correctly with no complications."

"Thanks Master Fung. I'll go get the guys. Omi will want to get something prepared. You know how HE gets around Master Monk Guan. He's like the Xiaolin version of Jack Spicer when he's around Chase."

He chuckled at the simile "Indeed. I shall also begin making preparations. I'm sure the cook will require assistance. It's hard enough to feed Clay."

Kimiko snickered and rolled out of the room, intent on practicing the candle trick alone as soon as possible.

"...And his grandmother was SOOO proud of him. After all, how many six year olds can blow up an entire school with a bomb made out of an electric pencil sharpener, a magnant, and a couple of batteries?"

"Not many, I'm sure."

"Damn strait! Anyway, I- Oh dear! Is that the time?" she said, as if just noticing how much time had passed "I should really be getting back to Charlie... It was nice talking to you. I worry about him, but I'm sure Jackie is in good hands. Oops! I mean EVIL hands!" she giggled, corrected herself.

Chase chuckled darkly, tossing the watch to Jack, who was once more, sitting in his chair, pouting something fierce "Say goodbye to your mother, Spicer."

Jack took the watch with a glare.

"Bye."

"Bye, Jackie, love you! Oh, and if you and Chase decide to have some fun, be sure to use protection and-"

::CLICK!::

Jack turned the device off altogether and shoved in the pocket of his trenchcoat, intending to remove the phone mechanism later, if he didn't die of embarassment first

Chase took a seat, looking as elegant as ever, "Your mother is a vary charming woman, Spicer. I see why you admire her so much..."

He poured himself a glass of red wine and sipped it, savoring the rich flavor before adressing Jack

"So...boyfreind, hmm?"

"I NEVER said that!" Jack asserted firmly.

"Of course you didn't."

"She just ASSUMED!" Jack insisted, crossing his arms," I may be ditzy, but even I wouldn't say something like that. I value my life thank you."

"And yet you were begging for death just several minutes ago" Wuya reminded him. Jack kicked her under the table.

"Shut up, you ugly old hag!"

chase took another sip of wine, glancing over the rim at him "Assuming your telling the truth, what about this Poster of me she mentioned?" Chased asked, crossing one leg over the other "You seemed awfully eager to keep her from telling what she was tried to say earlier... Is there something I should know?" he asked, waiting for his number one fan's explination.

Jack saw nothing wrong with slamming his head on the table repeatedly.

Hannibal Roy Bean lay in the spacious bathtub, surrounded by the sweet smell of the lylac scented bubbles. Using the Moby morpher, he'd disguised himself (because people tended to get nervous around giant talking beans and thus reluctant to service them) and rented out a luxury hotel suite. And now he was thoroughly enjoying the leisurely soak.

"Ahh...nothing like a hot bubble bath to relax you after a long day of Evil..."

He shrank down to his normal size, and mounted the back of the rubber duck bath-toy, lying across its back in a casual, lounging position.

"Rubber Ducky, you're the one... You make bath time lots of fun... Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of y- Well, hello Ying-ying." he said cutting himself off as his pet and minion flew through the open window, perching on the side of the tub.

"So, anything noteworthy going on with our dear associates?" he asked sitting up.

The Ying-ying bird chirped and screeched conversationally. Hannibal chuckled "Sounds like Tubbimura and that little girlfriend of his are getting serious..."

Ying-ying nodded and continued.

"I see...Kimiko broke her leg huh? How'd that happen?" he asked, archin an eyebrow

The evil avian gave something similar to a smirk and let out a series of chirps and chitters. Hannibal burst out into loud, boisterous laughter,

"Jack? Now THERE'S surprise! About time he actually knocked one of those monks down a peg on his own. "

The Ying-Ying bird nodded and then proceeded to continue its chirping, looking very excited at being able to deliver the news. Hannibal's leaned back against his rubber-ducky contemplatively, "So...the monks are planning to go after the Immortal Weapons? Hmm...No one's seen the immortals, let alone their weapons, for thousands of years."

A dark, wicked smirk appeared on his face, giving an eerie, disturbing chuckle. "This could prove to be most...Interesting..."

End of Chapter 11

Sorry I'm late updating, had to go see my sister out of state. She's having issues and me and my mom stayed up there for a couple days to give her support and help clean her house. otherwise, this would have been a Halloween gift for you guys