28. Eagle

Chase and Jack stood in the middle of Chase's citadel.

"Fountain of Hui!"

"Eagle Scope!" Jack shouted at the same time as Chase and both of the Wu activated.

"Remember, Spicer. You are to look for the answer in becoming true Heylin. Nothing else." Jack nodded and closed his eyes. Information poured into his mind. After the information was gathered the Wu were deactivated.

Chase turned to Jack with a smirk but it was then removed to make room for a more shocked expression. Jack was blushing and grinning up at the warlord, shyly.

"Spicer?"

"So you mean, I have to wait until I'm eighteen? Okay, I've waited this long, I can wait a little more."

Chase almost face palmed at the boys idiocy. The boy could not even follow simple orders. Chase massaged his temples in hope his headache would go away.

Jack's grin fell and a worried look took over.

"Chase?..." Came Jack's sad voice.

"You deceiving little insect..." Chase's tone was irritated. Jack was worried that maybe the Wu had lied to him. But Jack really had nothing to worry about.

"Just as well then isn't it, Spicer?" Jack grinned as the warlord look at him with a smirk.

"I'll stay out of trouble for now, then, Chase. Maybe I'll go back to school or start university if they deem me too smart." Jack bounced upon the warlord and pecked him on the lips. Jack then let go and ran for the exit.

"See you in three years, Chase!" Chase smirked as he watched the goth leave.

"See you soon, my china doll."

29. Carpet

It was eerily silent in the citadel, something the warlord would have liked if the circumstances were different as they were in the past. Now Chase had taken on a new apprentice as well as a new consort. Of course that Jack was now living with him, he was obviously waiting for distraction to come as it proved to be a challenge, and Chase liked those so much.

But such a day that it was silent, had Chase worried. Now, Jack was in the vicinity, you could hear tinkering or perhaps the television if the goth wanted some peace, but often enough you would hear rambunctious laughter echo through the citadel.

Such laughter did not come. Chase also remembered that Jack didn't greet him this morning, Chase put it down to perhaps his consort was tired, perhaps a little grumpy. Leaving Jack to his devices was perhaps the best thing to do, until the goth was to lighten up as the day went by.

Jack had been like this all day, plus the silence. Now you can see why Chase was worried.

Chase wandered through the halls to find the albino in bed, covers wrapped around him tightly.

"Jack, please speak to me. I love hearing your voice, this silence is rather deafening when I have become accustomed to your noises and voice. What has made you silent my Jack?" Chase questioned softly. Chase lifted a hand and rested it what he believed was Jack's shoulder.

Jack shifted away from the warlord's touch and pushed his head above the covers. If looks could kill, Chase would be dead, so many times over.

"You know exactly what's wrong, don't play dumb with me! And don't touch me!" Chase's eyes widened in shock. What had happened in the small space in time for his apprentice and lover to be so irate.

"Why not, my Jack?"

Jack pointed at the warlord's face.

"Until you apologise for these carpet burns, you aren't getting any or the bed for a week!" Chase stopped and thought about that sentence for a split second. After that second was gone, he openly laughed out loud.

"That was the real reason you have been quiet? Oh, my Jack. You should have mentioned that, I have salve to put on it should that be the problem. I thought you were angry at something that would have caused you serious harm or heartache! Never do that to me again!" Chase sighed.

"But... I will apologise if it will make you feel better. I'm sorry, my Jack." Jack looked as though he felt bad. He had actually worried the warlord silly.

"I'm sorry too." Jack said quietly. Chase smiled and cupped a white cheek.

"As your master, do not worry me like that over something so trivial." Chase said, adding authority to his voice. Jack smiled.

"I won't."

"Good, let us go find a movie to watch and while we watch, I will tend to the burns." Chase whispered as he kissed the goth gently.

30. Pencil

Jack was all mental skill. Not at physical. But if drawing counted...

Jack shaped and shaded. Curved and straightened. Blended and erased. Jack was no stranger to pencil and paper. He often used such utensils to make his plans for his machines and bots.

Jack looked up at his Master, to whom was reading with a very rare serene look upon his features. Jack couldn't let such a moment go.

Jack glided his pencil over the paper and work quickly, he had photographic memory but it was a better experience if you worked with the object of the project in person. It felt much more rewarding.

Jack pencilled in, Chase's eyes, the structure of his face, Chase's nose, the outline of Chase's hair, his hands and the book.

Jack had paused to look at his work so far and grinned with pride as it was fantastic, just the actual detail to do now. Detail was the most important part.

Jack was about to start when Chase spoke up. Jack blushed at being caught.

"Can I turn the page?"

"Er...y-yes?" Jack stuttered, but Chase turned the page but other than that didn't move from the pose from which Spicer was drawing. Jack realised that Chase obviously mind and that it wasn't bothering him.

"And when you are finished, I demand to see it, my Jack."

31. Infidelity

Jack cried into his pillow. Adrian, his now ex-boyfriend, had cheated on him with a girl. Jack should of known Adrian's infidelity, would have happened anyway. Adrian had said it was only an experiment. But to cheat? Surely it would have been the easy way of saying to the goth, 'Sorry, but I think I am straight after all, thanks for being there. Good luck with the future'. He had no idea the guy could stoop so low.

"Why are you crying, insect?" Jack knew that voice, but it was strange that there was no animosity or displeasure.

Jack looked up at the warlord who was sat on his bed beside him, which was even stranger.

"I got used then dumped." Jack sniffed, "It's my own fault really..." Jack pulled himself up into a sitting position, crossed legged, upon his duvet. Jack looked like a wreck. Eyes were puffy and (ignoring the pun) red, and his eyeliner was smudged ridiculously. Chase cupped Jack's right cheek.

"Beauty should not look so sad." Jack smiled and sniffed again.

"Not that I'm complaining, but you are acting rather strange. Normally you would give me a really wide birth." Jack explained, the warlord smirked. That was better.

"Remember the showdown earlier today? It seems the effects of the Horse of Honesty mean just that." Jack nodded dumbly.

"Oh.." Jack leaned into the touch anyway.

"I'm sorry, for the past and for what that fool did to you. Perhaps a future with me would suffice? Although you are most certainly not ready for me, however, I am willing to over look it should you cooperate." Jack grinned widely and climbed into the warlord's lap. Chase grinned and wiped the eyeliner away.

"I deeply regret that I didn't get to you first." Jack pecked the warlord's lips.

"I'm yours now Chase, as you said if I cooperate. Do you mean, wait until I am of age in your eyes? Because 16 seems fair to me..." Jack questioned, Chase stroked red locks and chuckled.

"Compared to me, you are merely a baby." Jack laughed at the analogy.

"But.. 18 at least, Spicer. I may be evil, but even I have morals." Jack smiled and wrapped his arms around the dragon man. Chase most certainly didn't complain.

"After the effects wear off... you won't kick me out will you? Give me your word?" Chase chuckled.

"The effects stopped as you sat in my lap. But yes you have my word Spicer." Jack grinned and kissed the warlord again. Chase pushed him away gently.

"Now, now, Spicer." Jack blushed but the smile never left.

"Sorry, can't help it."

32. Normality

Chase looked around Jack's bedroom, knowing full well the boy occupying it was dead to the world. fast asleep. Light snores enveloped the room. Chase scoffed quietly, though amused at the style of the goth's room. It was half dark green and the other half black with a gold banner around the room.

Jack really was his number one fan.

Chase looked over at the boy to whom had shifted onto his back but snuggled into the pillow with a small smile.

"Chase..." Came a sweet murmur from the genius. Chase smiled, and sat carefully next to the goth. Racking gold across white features, Chase realised that Jack was rather normal... without his make-up. He was beautiful simplicity. Jack would disagree should he be ever called normal, Chase would agree as well in some sense. Jack was very special, if rough around the edges.

"Beautiful..." Chase whispered to himself.

Jack's eyes fluttered open, but obviously still half asleep.

"Chase?" Jack slurred tiredly. Chase stroked the boy's hair gently.

"Go back to sleep, Spicer. I will speak to you in the morning when you are fully awake." Chase whispered as he tried to hush the boy back into slumber. Jack didn't complain.

"Mmkay.."

AND That's it... The last part of the prompts that I had found. Hope you enjoyed all of them. Don't worry, don't panic there will be more prompts, most likely when I go back to college or whatever XD That is the reason how these came along XD So this will go on as completed for the time being :)

Eagle: Jack so totally would just to see if being Heylin would be worth it, if Chase couldn't love him what was the point of being Heylin?

Carpet: Hahahaha! Oh dear they were both at fault! XD

Pencil: I don't know why, but I see Jack as an artist...

Infidelity: That bastard! Poor Jack... Well at least you have Chase :D

Normality: Chase is so out of character here, I swear!

Xiaolin Showdown (c) Christy hui

Story (c) Me