A/N: Hiya! Welcome to chapter two. All fan comments will be answered in the next chappie.
Jack: You answer fan comments? Cool.
A/N: Well…they are my fans. I like 'em. Wanna do the disclaimer, Jackie-poo?
Jack: Only if you stop calling me that.
A/N: No.
Clay: (barges in) I'll do it! The lurvly authoress don't own Xiaolin Showdown. If she did, Jack'd probably be tied up in the basement right now.
A/N: Darn straight…wait a minute, how'd you get in here.
Clay: Jack let me in.
Jack: (whacks him) Shaddup!
A/N:NEVER. EVER. LET. PEOPLE. INTO. MY. ROOM.No offense, Clay.
Clay: None taken.
A/N: Jack,I'll give you a five second head start…
Story: Not Half Bad
Rating: T
Summary: When Clay has an accident, there's only one person who can help him. Can worst enemies learn to be best friends?
Jack Spicer wasn't looking good. His coat had been taken. He had a black eye, was covered in congealed blood, and was limping badly. And, he was in the middle of freaking nowhere.
"WHY'M I IN THE MIDDLE OF FREAKING NOWHERE!" yelled Jack. He picked up a thick stick and set off, to where, he didn't know.
1 hour later…
Jack stumbled up the steps to the Xiaolin Temple. He grabbed onto his stick and wobbled a bit, but he knew he couldn't faint. That was what he thought when he was walking to the temple. Fainting meant certain death. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. His answer was the one person who never tried to see him as anything more then a villain. Kimiko Tohomiko.
As soon as she opened the door and saw Jack, she held up the Eye of Dashi (which she'd been training with) and said, "Don't move."
"It had to be you," said Jack wearily, then fainted at her feet. His last thought was, 'She'll probably slam the door in my face.'
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Jack awoke in a very comfortable place.
"Where am I?" he asked. A strong hand pushed him down.
"Don't," said a Texas accented voice. "It'll only hurt more." Clay's face swam into focus in front of his eyes. Clay smiled. He turned around and said, "He lives!"
"Good," said a Brazilian voice. Raimundo came over and looked down at Jack. "How are you?"
"Been better," said Jack wearily. "Why didn't you slam the door in my face?"
"Actually," said a girl's voice, "I did. When the boys asked who had been at the door, I told them that you were, and you'd fainted. Clay turned into Superman and went and got you."
"Jack Spicer," said Omi gravely, "you look almost transparent."
"What?" asked Jack. He grabbed a mirror on the ground next to him and looked at himself. It was true. His already pale skin had turned paler, thus giving him a translucent quality. Jack felt sick. "How long was I out?"
"'Bout 10 hours. We thought you were…" said Clay.
"Dead?" finished Jack. Clay nodded, and Jack sighed. "It'll take more then that to finish off Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius!" he said, pumping a fist in the air. He coughed and lowered his fist painfully.
"I told you not to move," said Clay with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," said Jack. "So, what happened to me?"
"Black eye, broken leg, scraped elbows and palms, and a nasty bruise on your chest," said Raimundo. "How'd you get that huge scar?"
"None of your business," muttered Jack. He looked at Clay and Clay winked. He knew his secret would be safe with the cowboy.
"Let's leave him alone now, y'all. He needs some rest," said Clay, getting up. He slid a note underneath Jack's mat so no one but he and Jack could see it. Then, he and the other dragons left.
Jack picked up the note. It read:
Jack,
I'm glad you didn't die. I'll come see you a little later. I've got something of yours.
Clay
Jack read over the note. He was glad he didn't die? That wasn't like the Xiaolin dragon. They were mortal enemies, after all.
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Clay sat down on his mat and thought. He'd been through a lot in the past few days, and he decided to think it through. He took his shirt off, revealing the scarred stomach beneath. He traced the stitches, wondering what had happened to Jack. He thought back to when Kimiko had found him.
FLASHBACK
Kimiko returned to the training grounds. Raimundo and Omi were sparring and Clay was sitting on a bench, cheering them on.
"Who was it, Kim?" asked Rai. He picked up Omi by the head so he couldn't do anything while he talked to Kimiko.
"Jack Spicer," she said with a twist of distaste on her lips.
"Is he attacking the temple?" asked Omi.
"No. He just fainted."
"What?" asked Clay, now alert. "Why?"
"He just looked kind of wobbly, then fainted."
"Kimiko," moaned Clay. He stood up and ran to the temple doors. There was Jack, right where Kimiko'd left him, a pool of blood forming around him. Clay bent down and picked him up. Raimundo was looking woozy again, and Kimiko had to hold him up. Clay turned and brought him into the temple. He raced to his room, the safest place he knew. He laid Jack down and called for a bucket of water and Master Fung. The water got there first, and Clay swabbed Jack off best he could. "Don't die, don't die, don't die," he whispered over and over. He tested out Jack's right leg, and every time he touched a few places, Jack cried out in his sleep.
"Master Fung's gone!" said Kimiko, rushing back into the room. "He went with Dojo to do some temple business."
Clay swore under his breath. "We'll have to do it ourselves. Omi, I need some bandages. Rai, I need to long, flat sticks of wood. Kimiko, more water!" he said, and everyone scurried off as Clay got Jack's shirt and pants off. Clay couldn't suppress a smile when he saw Jack's black boxers with skulls on them. Raimundo and Omi returned and Clay put Jack's leg in a splint. He'd done all he could do, now there was nothing left to do but wait.
END FLASHBACK
Clay looked down at his stitches and sighed. Jack'd saved his life, he'd saved Jack's…yet he still felt that he hadn't done enough. Jack had sewed up his stomach, for crying out loud. He'd just wrapped up Jack's leg. Clay sighed and laid back. He knew what his problem had been. He'd seen Jack as more then Wuya's lackey. He'd seen him as a friend.
A/N: Eh? Kinda cornball, I know, but…
Clay: I love you more then a fat kid loves cake.
A/N: Umm…thanks?
Clay: Twern't nothin'. By the way,where's Jack?
Down in the basement…
Jack: Hello? HELLO? It's cold down here! Untie me! You need me for commentary! Emily? EMILY? (cries) Aw, man…
Back upstairs…
Clay: Let him out.
A/N: Fine, fine…fun-sucker.
Clay: I heard that.
A/N: I was hoping you would. Anyways, r & r, peeps, cause that's cool. I gotta go let Jack out.
Clay: Darn straight.
A/N: Hey! That's my line!