Ashley sat with Jack, he was staring into at is hands, folded in his lap, blankly. He still wasn't right. She missed him, he wasn't himself. For a little while, he had been a pretty cool guy. She gently ran a hand through his red hair. He looked around at her as if only just noticing that she was still there.

"Ashley? Sorry … I was a million miles away." He said, giving a small laugh.

"I'd say about ten million by the looks of you," Said Ashley, "Are you alright?"

"M … my head," He stammered, "I … it hurts … but I …um, I'll be alright …"

"I wish I could believe that," Said Ashley, "But … Jack you're not right. You haven't been since I came back and from what I've heard, before that. Can you tell me what they did?"

Jack closed his eyes and pain and rocked slightly.

"No … don't, it's alright Jack, you don't have to …" Said Ashley, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her and leant a little closer, but she turned away to look around the room.

"I'm sorry Jack … but I need to know first … I need to know that you'll come back." She said.

Jack looked back down at his hands.

"They've already begun," He said.

Ashley looked around, he was slipping again.

"What's begun, Jack?" She asked.

"They have all fought and there is little left, but they regroup and … they're too strong … we can't beat them alone!" He said.

"You said the Xiaolin monks can help." Said Ashley.

"They will, but there is someone … they're among us and accusing … always accusing …" He rocked slightly, "… the spy … deep within the heart … the time has come … he will come to us …"

"Who will?" Asked Ashley.

"The man with no soul …" Said Jack, "The soul was traded, power was given and … he is the man with no soul …"

Jermaine's eyelids drooped and he nodded slightly, before his head snapped back up. He took a deep breath, checking no one was around. He had, of course, forgotten that Omi (still in a teenage state of mind) was sat next to him.

"Jermaine?" He asked, "Have you slept?"

"Not recently." Said Jermaine.

"We should leave," said Omi.

"I guess you're right," Said Jermaine, "Lets get out of here."

They stood up and walked down the stairs. As they got to the bottom level, they saw a strange sight. Raimundo had suddenly run out of the door and Tammy was making a hasty phone call.

"Tammy?" Asked Jermaine, "What's up?"

"I will go after Raimundo!" Said Omi, running out of the door.

"Tammy, what's going on?" Asked Jermaine.

"A lot, I've got to follow them," Said Tammy, running out.

Jermaine looked around awkwardly.

"I'll, um …"He sighed, "I'll just wait here then, shall I?"

Chase Young looked down at the ground and then up at the sky. Another green streak, slowly than before. It looked like Master Fung was soon to be arriving at the Rebellion headquarters. Perhaps he should make his move soon. He had information being passed to him soon, but he still wanted to get a head start. Wuya was growing stronger by the day, and as she grew stronger, he grew weaker.

He frowned as a beeping noise can from his pocket. He pulled out a mobile phone. Damn thing, he hardly knew how to use it. What happened to good old-fashioned letters and scrolls? He guessed that that was what he got for being over 1500 years old. He may look young, but he was growing out of fashion.

He flipped it open and pressed a button. A familiar voice came through. He listened to what was said and then he swore. Damn it, one less thing he had on his side. Oh well, it would just be a matter of time now. Now, how did he turn this damn thing off?

"I feel old," He said.

Wuya smiled and tapped a few keys on the computer in front of her. It had taken some time, but she finally figured out how to use it … okay, she knew how to use bits of it. Two soldiers walked into the room and saluted, standing to attention.

"What is it?" Barked Wuya.

"We have received word that the Rebellion is bringing in reinforcements." Said a soldier.

"Interesting," said Wuya, "What do you know about Chase?"

"Chase Young is currently in hiding." Said the soldier, "We are unaware of his whereabouts."

Wuya turned to the soldiers.

"Are you telling me that you have disturbed me and you still have no idea which miserable little rock Chase Young is hiding under?" She said, snapping slightly.

The soldier began stammering and Wuya rolled her eyes in disgust. She raised a hand and within a split second, the soldier was no more that a pile of ashes.

Wuya turned to the second soldier. He looked like he was about to flinch, but resisting as best he could.

"Find out where he his hiding, but first!" She stood up suddenly, making the soldier flinch involuntarily, "how do I print off this damn sheet?"

Jack had fallen asleep, lying in Ashley's arms. She was stroking his hair softly and smiling down at him gently. She wished she could help him, but she didn't know what was wrong. For some reason he knew things he shouldn't and he was exhausted all the time. He was falling ill and no matter what he said, he wasn't getting any better. She knew she could be of more use in other places, like in the guard or in the headquarter offices, but she couldn't leave him. No, not couldn't; wouldn't. She wanted to stay with Jack, she didn't really feel any responsibility for him; she just wanted to stay with him. He made her feel safe and she was pretty sure he felt the same way about her.

She yawned and closed her eyes, leaning against he bed rest. She needed sleep. The last words Jack had said before falling asleep drifted through her head.

"You won't leave … will you?"

No, she wouldn't leave (not that she could with him asleep on her lap) she would stay here, with him, watching over him. Even when asleep, she knew she would wake up at his slightest movement.

She thought for a moment and then prayed.

'God, if you can hear me, help us! Please, help Jack, help us understand him, and help us win this damn war! If there really is a god, he'll make sure the good side wins, just like in the fairy stories. Good always beats evil.'

Ashley slowly drifted off and began breathing softly. In her lap, Jack opened his eyes sleepily, glanced up at her and smiled to himself, before closing his eyes and falling asleep again.

Jermaine sat, thinking about what had happened to him to get him here. From the beginning of this war, he had wanted to join the Rebellion. He had tried his hardest to get to the temple, but to no avail. Chase Young had found his ex-apprentice first and had put him straight in jail.

He remembered the day well. It was just four years ago, that he had almost finished making his journey to the temple. He had been travelling for weeks, if not months, travelling a little way, hiding, travelling some more, hiding, helping out some people, hiding and more hiding. All that hiding and on the last stretch, Chase Young had dropped out of nowhere and attacked. He hardly put up a fight.

He had never finished his training. He never got past Wudai warrior and his training wasn't sufficient to beat Chase Young. Not to mention, Chase Young had taught him everything he knew, so he predicted all his moves before he could even start them. He was knocked out in a matter of minutes; it was a miracle he had survived, never mind anything else. He spent two years in a lower security prison before he almost broke out and Chase Young had had him moved to his dungeons below his base.

At least by going through that, he had met Ashley, who had brought him to the Rebellion where he was reunited with his friends, the xiaolin monks: Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko and Clay. He had finally made it to the Rebellion, only to find out … it wasn't the brilliantly run, top secret, high-tech operation he had expected it to be. At least he was here and he was able to do some good. He just wished he had gotten there sooner.

He closed his eyes, wondering what all the trouble earlier had been about. He hadn't bothered following. He probably wouldn't understand what they were arguing about this time either. It would've been a waste of time.

Raimundo ran along the road. He knew that Omi wasn't far behind and Tammy wasn't far behind him. He had good back up, not that Yuuji could take him in a fight. Hopefully, this would just be a misunderstanding anyway. Yuuji … a spy? All the evidence pointed to him. Kimiko said he had been one of the earliest members, had he been passing information this entire time and that was why they had been reduced to hiding below ground?

He skipped around a corner and ran past a few people, pushing through them. A few made comments on 'these damn guards' and how they thought that they could just do whatever they wanted. Had it been less of an urgent time, he would've stopped to argue, but instead he continued running and ignored them. He couldn't start a fight now, not now that Kimiko's life was in danger. The love of his life was in danger and he wouldn't let anything happen to her!

He ran up the street, knowing where he was going without thinking about it. He got to the bottom step of Kimiko and Yuuji's house and stopped. He went up the steps two at a time and the doors flew open with a blast of wind before he could even touch them. He looked around and then headed towards the stairs. He ran up them and the door in front of him flung open, again, without him having to touch it.

Kimiko and Yuuji were sat on the balcony, beer bottles in their hand. Raimundo knew that Omi had caught up and was standing just behind him. Raimundo glared at the sight in front of him. What was actually a second's silence seemed like an eternity as he opened his mouth.

"Get away from her!"

(A/N) Oops, I think I've been a bit mean, I deliberately focused on the other characters this chapter to build a bit of tension towards the ending! By the way, if you want to see how I picture the characters now, I've put up a drawing on that art website that everytime I type it in they delete the name! GRR.( sorry this is the third time it's done it) So just figure it out : deviant-art My name bex1302 and I'm putting it up straight after this is uploaded, but the drawing isn't great and the inking got totally screwed up on Tammy, but remember, it's just to give you a rough idea of what they looks like.

Tell me what you think.

Lots of luv, Becky.