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

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

hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter 26

"Ahhh...!"

"Spicer..."

"Nnng... I can't take it...!"

"Just hold out for a little longer."

"It hurts!" Jack whimpered

"The pain will pass once you get used to it" the overlord assured him as he tightened his grip around the evil boy genius's bare thighs.

"Can't we stop for a minute?" the technophile pleaded, wincing from the burning sensation in his lower body.

"We're halfway there, Jack, it'll just hurt more if we stop now." Chase, crouched between the Goths legs, said flatly, his expression a mixture of annoyance at Jack jabbering, and amusement of his discomfort.

"You're a sadistic fuck, you know that?"

Chase scoffed, pushing the goths legs down and slightly apart "Don't use such vulgar language, Spicer. Honestly, if you can't do a simple set of sit ups..."

" 'Five hundred' isn't a "Set" Chase...!" Jack grumbled as he flopped onto his back "I already reached 255, can't I take a break or something?"

Jacks injuries-as Chase had promised- had healed, thanks to his potion. Unfortunately, the evil boy genius was now falling prey to Chases OTHER promise of what would happen after he recovered...

Training.

Chase had deigned to remove his armor in favor of the black silk bodysuit he typically wore beneath; Jack was wearing a black tank top with a skull cracked open and brains and blood oozing out with the caption I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning scrawled beneath it in angry red letters, along with some dark blue shorts with a black side stripe and yellow pocket flaps. His hair was once again it's signature red color, thanks to JB-13s efforts of locating a similar dye as Jack had waited to recover.

"Spicer, you are in deplorable physical condition" He scowled "However, I will allow you a ten minute break..."

"Thank evil" Jack said standing and trudging over to a bench. He snapped his fingers "JB-13!"

The metallic minion, who'd been on standby nearby, snapped out of his silent calculations and scurried to his side, opening his chest cavity, removing a tube of cream and a bottle of chilled water "Your water and muscle liniment, Master Jack."

"Thank you" Jack muttered, taking a swig of the cool liquid, pouring some over his head to cool off as he rubbed the menthol-scented cream over his abdomen, the bruising muscles beneath standing out under his whiter and white skin. It was a specially formulated cream that would sink into his muscles fast ad provide swift relief to the cramps he was beginning to feel. "How's the bank account look? Those Russians paying up on those wrist annihilators I made them?"

"Yes Master Jack. The funds have been transferred in full to your account. Supplies to rebuild The Spicer Mansion can be purchased at your earliest convenience."

"Excellent. Once I can get some Jackbots up and running, we'll start construction."

"Why don't you just hire human workers to construct your mansion, Spicer?" Chase asked, leaning against a pillar nearby. Jack scoffed derisively "Because humans are idiots, that's why. My Jackbots can perform like Five times the work a human can, and twice as fast! And THEY don't have to be paid to do it."

"Oh, I see...You're being cheap" Chase said, smirking at the Goth.

"Tch. More like Cheap SHOT, Master Chase" JB-13 countered, coming to his masters defense, frowning "YOU of all people should understand the desire to craft your home yourself, 'Mr. Volcano-Palace-in-the-middle-of-LITTERAL-Nowhere.' "

"Hm. I'll give you that one..." the Everlord agreed, amused by the human looking JB-13s loyalty to his creator. "Humans CAN be bothersome...That is why I chose to live here. I detest humanity. There is only one small village in the Land of Nowhere, and it is made up of those who were foolish enough to get lost in my domain..."

Jack snickered meanly at their expense as he retrieved another drink of water from JB-13s chest compartment "Suckers... So, do you like, um... make them pay taxes and stuff?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't be an idiot Spicer..." Chase said cracking his knuckles "Of course I do. Or rather, I make them pay tribute to me..."

"Ooh, what kind of tribute?" He asked eagerly.

"Usually food, or a festival in my name..." Chase said nonchalantly "Sometimes I stop by for a visit when I feel like making them squirm more than usual."

"Sweeeeeeet" Jack complimented, flashing him a thumbs up "We should totally-"

::BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!::

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Chase glanced at Jacks Wu detecting watch, which he had repaired during his time of immobility. It was currently blaring like fire alarm: Loudly and shrilly.

"It seems another Shen Gong Wu has revealed itself..." he muttered, annoyed at the assault on his keen hearing.

Jack hit a button on the device to silence its beeping and acknowledge he'd gotten the alert. It made an electronic chirp as it projected the holographic image of two small golden objects shaped like little crouching monkeys. Wuya, who had entered at some point-Silently- as she always had a habit of doing, peered at the image with greedy eyes.

"Ah...yes, I remember those...the Lai Chin Links. They can be used to temporarily switch bodies with someone if one is held by or attached to another person..."

"Body switching? Cool, I always wanted to do something like that." he beamed, grinning from ear to ear as he took a closer look at the image "Hey, you know, it's kinda funny, these things look a lot like my dads lucky cufflinks..."

"Lucky Cufflinks?" Wuya parroted, putting a hand on her hip

"Yeah. He found them in the drawer of old house he bought to renovate for himself back when he was my age, and he-" Jacks expression fell abruptly as he took a CLOSER look at the little hologram "Oooooh FUCK, those ARE my dads cufflinks!" The image blipped out and the location would be displayed on the screen. Jacks face twisted into one of utter horror

"But that means-Oh no. Oh, for the love of all that is Evil, Noooooo!" he groaned.

Chase got a particularly evil glint in his eye as a dark, wicked smile that bared his sharply pointed canines came over his face. "We're going to have pay a little visit to your parents Spicer."

The Monks had arrived at the temple only few moments before, Mark and Lan were currently sharing some Ice Cream as they discussed the problem at hand with Master Fung and Master Monk Guan. The Xaiolin dragons in training sat nearby, listening, as the elder men spoke.

"...And that is all we know so far" Lan Caihe (in his serious mode, for a conversation like this) finished, having summarized the situation up 'til then to Mark, who was still wearing his safari outfit.

"This is not a good thing...Liu was the strongest of us. Now that he's gone, Hannibal Beans Evil can only grow."

"The Balance is shifting...And not in our favor..."Master Fung said, tucking his hands into his sleeves " I fear there is more at work here than even we realize..."

"I hate to admit it, but you may be right. The Last Time Hannibal Bean came to power, we barely made it out alive" Lan agreed, "The army of demons and dark creatures he summoned up nearly cost us everything."

"I remember." Mark nodded "We got Lucky last time. Now..." he shook his head "We may up being the shrimp on THIS barby."

"What IS a barby?" Raimundo asked, leaning towards Clay.

"I think it's Austrailian Slang for a BBQ grill" He whispered in response.

Raimundo closed his eyes "Mmm...Man, I could sure go for some BBQ right about now..." he said rubbing his belly. There was a squelching gurgling noise, and Omi looked at Raimundos stomach with concern. "That is a most fierce appetite must have, Raimundo..."

"That's not coming from my stomach...It's coming from..."

Dojo was convulsing into different shapes as he gasped, covering his mouth with his hands "Whooo! Gaaaeecchhhh...! No time for BBQ's now, kiddies, we've got a five alarm Wu alert here!" He said, shivering and twitching as he pulled the scroll of the shen gong wu from his ear. "It's the Lai Chin Links. They're used to make you and your opponent temporarily switch bodies if you can trick them into having one of the links on them..."

"Awesomesauce." Raimundo said, flashing a thumbs up "Where'd he come up with that?"

"Actually, they were made by one of Grand Master Dashi's disciples. A Dragon of Metal...He kinda had a thing for monkeys."

"Heh, reminds me a certain Evil Boy Genius" Kimiko muttered bitterly. She was still pissed that Jack had broken her leg.

"Yeah...Except the magic part." Raimundo snickered "Could you imagine JACK as a one of US?"

"I can" Omi said with a ernest expression "Jack Spicer and his robotic creations would be of great benefit to the Xiaolin Forces."

"Eh...MAYBE... But that would never happen." the wind dragon dismissed.

Spicer is like my great aunt Nellie's cat..." Clay said, tilting his hat, standing as Dojo sized up "Content to be as nasty a mama rattler that got her eggs stole"

Omi hopped on first, taking his usual position "Regardless, let us locate this new Shen Gong Wu. It would be most valuable in battle."

"Yeah, and maybe some other recreational activities~" Raimundo said, wiggling his eyebrows at Kimiko suggestively.

::PUNCH!::

"OW!"

"Come on Chase, don't do this to me. I'll make you triple chocolate cupcakes if you go home right now" Jack begged as he used his newly rebuilt helipack to fly over the pacific ocean, looking for the cruise ship his parents were honeymooning on.

The Dragonlord was using a tagalong spell to levitate in Jacks direction, following his aerial path as he searched. Chase smirked shamelessly at Jacks emotional suffering. "Oh, I wouldn't miss a chance like this for ANYTHING. Not even your Cupcakes...Besides, a chance to meet your dear mother in person, well...how can I resist?"

"You're mean" Jack pouted as they finally spotted the cruise liner. A massive luxury ship. One of the most advanced and expensive in the world.

"I'm EVIL, Jack..." He corrected "And this seems to be our stop..."

They descended on the vessel, touching down on the upper deck amidst a crowd of rich businessmen and Mafioso's and other such upper crust socialites and their families, playing water polo and limbo and shuffleboard and all those other things one did on such cruises that made Jack RETCH at he sight of so many...perky, primary color dressing people in their happy sunshine marshmallow lives.

"Ugh...Lets just...Do this and get out of here, huh?" Jack muttered as they made their way across the deck. They drew a few stares, but were largely ignored by the duo.

"I don't see how anyone could relax in a place filled with so many people..." Chase mused aloud, Sidestepping a massage table as Jack tried to spot his parents.

"Meh. My parents are very Social...They like this kind of thing."

"Jackie? Is that YOU?!"

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Mom?" Jack turned around swiftly as the sound of footsteps approached him rapidly, and he found himself crushed against the bosomy bikini'd chest of his mother.

"Jackie!"

"Ooof! Hi mom..." He muttered, freeing himself from the awkward position.

His mother gave him a big, smooch kiss on the cheek "Oh, Jackie, darling, you've come to visit us!" Sylvia Spicer chirped. "I've missed you terribly! How have you been? Are you eating enough?" she fretted, poking at his flat stomach. Jack sighed, groaning, but giving a small smile despite himself "I'm FINE mom...Three or four meals a day."

"Oh!" She said, finally noticing Chase with a delighted expression "And YOU'RE Chase Young! I must say, you're much taller in person!"

Chase gave the woman a charming smile and kissed the back of her hand when she held it out to shake "And YOU must be the lovely Sylvia Spicer I've heard so much about and had the pleasure to speak with some time ago."

Sylvia giggled and retracted her hand "My my, such a gentleman! Oh, Jackie, you've done very well for yourself here, he's quite a catch!"

Jack face palmed, turning bright red in embarrassment "Mooooooom!"

Chase just chuckled "You flatter me Mrs. Spicer..."

"Oh, Call me Sylvia! Just wait till you meet my husband. Charlie was just around here a minute ago..."

"Actually, we came to see your husband about something" Chase said, folding his hands behind his back "It's rather important"

"Oooh, are you going to ask his blessing to-?"

Jack clamped his hands over her mouth "MOM!"

Sylvia removed his hand, laughing "Jackie, you're so silly...Ooh! There he is!" Sylvia beamed, spotting her husband and dragging him over "Lovemuffin, look, Jackie came to see us! And he brought-"

"The Infamous Chase Young..." Charles scowled when he spotted the Dragon Lord.

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Chase raised an eyebrow at the senior Spicer. He resembled an older version of Jack, only with a more defined jawline and normal coloration, having black, beginning to grey hair, and hazel eyes. Chase imagined that if Jack hadn't been born with his extreme albinism, he might've resembled his father.

Personally, he rather liked the Goths abnormal coloring.

"A pleasure to meet you as well..." He said, deadpan.

Charles crossed his arms "I know all about you Mr. Young. Master of Evil, Destroyer of cities, Killer of Dragons-"

"I'm Flattered you think so highly of me" Chase said giving him a wry smirk.

Charles turned to his son " Jackie, I forbid you to date him, he's too old for you!"

"DAD!" Jack said, turning redder by the minute " First of all, he's an immortal and he's physically like, what, in his 20's? Secondly, it's not like that! Chase and I are just, um, Evil allies?"

Chase decided to be oh-so helpful by wrapping an arm around the Goths waist and tugging him a bit closer "Oh, I wouldn't say THAT, Jack, I mean we DO live together..." He said in a deep, low tone that sent shivers up Jacks spine. Nevertheless, Jack gaped in mortification as his father sputtered in disbelief.

Chase chuckled darkly "You needn't be TOO concerned for your son Mr. Spicer. We have separate rooms, and we've only slept together the one time..."

"SLEPT! JUST SLEPT!" Jack practically screamed to correct, squirming out of Chases grasp. "It was when my house exploded and I flew through a hurricane and passed out on Chases doorstep and he brought me to his room because there weren't any others available!"

"Yes, and got you out of those wet clothes..." Chase reminded him, giving his father a smirk.

"You undressed my son while he was unconscious?!"

Jack groaned "Chase, STOP helping!" Jack pleaded, turning back to his father "Dad, Chase and I are NOT dating or doing anything related to that topic! He's just letting me crash with him until I can get my house rebuilt. That's it!"

Charles gave Chase a suspicious look, but sighed resignedly "Alright Jackie, I'll trust you on that, but I STILL don't like it! Besides You're already-"

"How about we talk about WHY I came here?" Jack interrupted with a nervous half chuckle, not letting his father finish his sentence. "It's important!"

"What is it, son?"

"It's about your lucky cufflinks."

Charles tilted his head in confusion, looking like a wrong colored, older jack as he made a confused face "Heh? You mean these?" he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little silver locket type thing that, when opened, revealed the two little golden monkeys in a red velvet lining bed.

"Yeah, dad, those" he said picking them up "They're actually Shen Gong Wu."

" A shenzon ru? You mean those magical doohickeys you and you friends are always looking for?"

Jack scrunched his nose a bit at the thought if his dad calling the monks his friends, ubbing the bridge of his nose "Uh...Yeah...Right...I need to take these."

Charles took them back from his son and shoved them back into his pocket "No way! These are my lucky Cufflinks! I Wore these to the meeting where I pitched the idea for my company! I wore these when I met your mother...I wore these the day you were born...Heck, I even wore these that time when you were 4 years old and got launched out of your seat at Roller Coaster World and flew 60 feet through the air and crashed into a ring toss stand."

Jack gave a little smile at the traumatic sounding memory "Oh yeah... I remember that...That was when I first started to like flying..."

Sylvia gave a "HMPH!" of derision "And that was the day I realized my husband thinks it's funny when our son gets loopy on painkillers after we took him to get stiches."

"Jackie said he wanted to be a helicopter when he grew up. It WAS funny!" Charles insisted, pouting.

Sylvia rolled her eyes and turned to Chase with a pleasant smile "Mr. Young, would you and Jack like to join my husband and I for lunch? We were just headed over to the all you can eat buffet..."

Chase, at the prospect of gaining more insight into Jacks childhood-and possibly traumatizing the poor technophile at the same time- gave a pleased, evil grin.

"I'd Love to, Sylvia..."

Jack moaned in despair, wishing he had accidently muted the button on his watch earlier.

This was gonna SUCK.

Guys, I'm really sorry I've been away for so long.

geeze, like, nearly 4 months...

Things have been really rough in real life for me. Several members of my family, and close family friends have died in succession each other: my aunt-by marriage- anetta, my uncle johnny, and my bff's gramma and several others.

Money problems and sickness have also been plaguing me and my family.

Between one thing and another, I just haven't the time or energy to update any of my writing projects.

I hope you can forgive me, and I'll try to be regular for this year.

I also hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed finally being able to write it, and hopefully the next one will be up as soon as I can write it out.

In OTHER news I'm holding a fanart contest on my Xilex90 Deviantart Account.

To enter, just follow the instructions on the Journal

I hope to see lots of you submitting entries! ^^

~Xilex90