Hello Hello Hello! This is my first XS fanfic, and it's going to be slightly AU. (Partially because I'm new to the world of XS, and haven't seen many episodes. The characters 'll be a bit OOC, and for that I apologize, but, hey, hopefully my skillz will improve. p )

The basic facts you need are as follows: Wuya ditched Jack for Chase young. Jack has no way to find Shengong-Wu, but is making the best of it on his own, and is working on his own, personal, special brand of robotic evil.

Time: Characters are now seventeen-eighteen years old. (I'm assuming they are also all the same age in the series, and going with 14 at start-of-show.)

Summary: Jack, abandoned by Wuya, and now nearing eighteen, decides to take a day off-which quickly leads to him more-o-rless living in the Xiaolin temple! Throw in a mysterious young lady who is claimed to have been descended from Wuya, and say hello to 'Castor!

Remember, this is just Chapter 1! We're just getting started, and the title isn't coming into play quite yet...But it will, it's all just a matter of time, and set-up is always required. >D

Oh. Yeah. I don't own XS-but I do get my control over this story

"What a beautiful morning…" Jack grinned, for once thinking about something other than how he was going to manage world conquest with no Shengong-Wu and no Wuya to help him find them-He'd been plotting for about a year and a half, maybe two years, ever since Wuya had ditched him-permanently.

He'd decided, on impulse, to take the day off, and was now making his way to the Xiaolin Temple, his helipack making a pleasant whirring noise as he flew along at full speed.

He had, after all, told the monks he'd treat them to ice cream sometime.

True, he'd said it…what, two, three, maybe even four years ago?

He grinned faintly, at the thought, as he landed lightly on the path to the temple.

He started to hum, deciding that late was better than never, and entered the compound.

It was empty. He scowled, then glanced at his watch. 7 AM?

He rolled his eyes. The monks were monks, right? They should have been awake, or at least getting up by now…

All the better, though. He pulled a small device out of his pocket. It was one of two Wuu that he actually had, a bag of infinite storage-the other was a useless doll, known as the 'Doll of Castar', or Castir or something-and he'd been making good use of the bag.

He pulled out a pair of cymbals, and slipped into the room that the monks shared-their individual spaces were separated by screens, for sake of personal privacy, but they'd left the screens by the wall, and each was sprawled on a mat in their own little section of the floor.

Jack plastered a huge grin on his features, and brought the cymbals together with a resounding clang, yelling out at the same time, for the monks to "Rise and Shine!"

A chorus of bewildered noises greeted him, and he slammed the cymbals together harder. "Wakey-Wakey Wuu-Hunters! You've slept in long enough!"

At last, one of the monks-Omi-managed to get his eyes open, and his mind in good enough order to let out a bewildered "Jack Spicer?"

This set off a chain reaction, which started with Kimiko-who hurled a pillow at him and let out an angry howl of "How the hell did you get in here!-then proceeded to the Brazillian-who mumbled a "What are you doing here, man?" as he rubbed sleepily at his eyes-and ended with Clay, who, amazingly courteous, despite the early hour, simply said "Howdy Jack, how're you doin'?"

Jack gave the monks a pleased grin, and answered all three, in turn. "That's my name, Easily, Waking you four up, and Excellent." He paused, then smirked at Kimiko. "Nice nightgown, by the way."

Omi raised an eyebrow, and spoke again, as Kimiko, blushing furiously, snarled at Jack and pulled her blanket tight around her body.

"Why are you waking us, Jack? You are not, as they say, one of the people…"

"One of the Guys." Raimundo grimaced, annoyed at having to correct Omi so early in the morning.

"That too."

Jack shrugged, then dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged. "You guy's're playing hooky today. With me." He grinned wider. "Isn't that gonna be great?"

At this statement, all of the monks gave him a blank, bewildered stare.

"Why would we do that?" Kimiko's voice was harsh, and he could practically see steam coming out of her ears.

"Because I'm buying." Jack was self-assured with this line of thought, and continued. "C'mon, you guys should take a day off once in awhile. I am."

"You have no way to find more shengong-wu." Omi scowled at him. "How do we know this isn't a trick?"

Jack's smile vanished. "…Do you think I can't find a way to take over the world without your precious shengong-wu?" He snorted derisively, and stood.

"Jeez, I try to do something nice-For once-and you guys act like I'm trying to shoot you!" He paused, then turned on his heel-he'd stashed the cymbals earlier. "Oh well, a lost cause is a lost cause, after all…"

He glanced back over his shoulder, glaring at the monks. "Have fun working then, you chumps."

There was silence as he walked out, then, a few seconds later, he felt a hand slam down on his shoulder, and Raimundo was grinning at him-fully dressed in civilian clothes, running a hand through his hair to force it into a decent style.

"You're buying?"

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