Title: Xiaolin Rent

Disclaimer: Do you think I'd be writing this if I owned X.S? No, I wouldn't.

Warning: MUSICAL.

Light My Candle

Jack Spicer lit a few more candles as Wuya floated down to the basement, muttering something about the fuse box. 'Sure' he thought. 'I move into a new apartment, and the power goes.' He shook the match in his hand and the flame quickly went out. He raised an eyebrow at the door when someone knocked. 'I thought Chase just left.' he thought, walking to the door.

Jack: What'd you forget?

Instead of Chase standing there, a girl was. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she was holding a black candle in her hand.

Ashley: Gotta light?

Jack: I know you, you're- you're shivering.

Jack took off his jacket and slipped it on over her shoulders.

Ashley: It's nothing they turned off my heat,

And I'm just a little weak on my feet,

Would you light my candle?

What are you staring at?

Jack: Nothing, your hair in the moonlight,

You look familiar.

Ashley stumbled a little bit, holding the lit candle in her hands. Jack quickly helped her stay on her feet.

Jack: Can you make it?

Ashley: Just haven't eaten much today,

At least the room stopped spinning anyway.

What?

Jack shook his head and watched her glance at all the lit candles, smiling.

Jack: Nothing- your smile reminded me of-

Ashley rolled her eyes and scoffed as she moved towards the coffee table.

Ashley: I always "remind people of" who is she?

Jack: She died- her name was April.

Jack looked down and didn't see Ashley blow out the candle.

Ashley: Its out again, sorry 'bout your friend-

Would you light my candle?

Jack lit the candle and paused.

Jack: Well?

Ashley: Yeah?

Ow!

Jack took her hand in his as the wax hit it.

Jack: Oh, the wax, it's

Ashley: Dripping,

I like it between my--

Ashley started leading his hand down towards her breasts and Jack quickly took his hand back, smiling.

Jack: Fingers,

I figured. Oh well,

Goodnight.

Ashley took off his jacket and handed it to him before heading towards the door. She reached into her pocket and blew out the candle as she reached the door, knocking 3 times with the candle.

Jack: It blew out again?

She shook her head and turned around, looking at the ground.

Ashley: No, I think that I dropped my stash.

Jack: I know I've seen you out and about,

When I used to go out- your candles out.

Ashley walked back into the living room and groaned.

Ashley: I'm illin' I had it when I walked through the door,

It was pure,

Is it on the floor?

Ashley got down on her hands and knees.

Jack: The floor?

She smiled and looked over her shoulder at Jack.

Ashley: They say that I have the best ass,

Below 14th street.

Is it true?

Jack: What?

Ashley: Your starin again.

Jack looked at her in confusion as she leaned back and sat on her feet, looking Jack up and down.

Jack: Oh, no- I mean you do have a nice--

I mean,

You look familiar.

Jack got down on his hands and knees and as Ashley looked on the floor next to the coffee table. He went on the other side and followed her.

Ashley: Like your dead girlfriend.

Jack: Only when you smile, but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else.

Ashley: Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?

That's where I work,

I dance.

Jack: Yes- they used to tie you up,

He leaned back and sat on his feet as Ashley continued to look.

Ashley: Its a living,

Jack: I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs,

Ignoring his comment, Ashley held her candle out in front of her as she sat on her feet.

Ashley: We could light the candle,

Oh wont you light the candle?

Jack lit the candle and gave her a disapproving look.

Jack: Why don't you forget that stuff-

You look like your 14.

Ashley: I'm 16.

But I'm old for my age,

I'm just born to be bad,

Ashley stood and walked over to the CD rack. Jack stood and walked to the couch.

Jack: I once was born to be bad.

I used to shiver like that,

Ashley: I have no heat I told you.

Jack: I used to sweat,

Ashley: I got a cold.

Jack: Uh-huh, I used to be a junkie,

Ashley: But now and then I like to, feel good.

Jack spotted the small bag on the floor and picked it up.

Jack: Uh-huh, Oh here.

Ashley: What's that?

Jack: Oh, candy bar wrapper.

Jack slipped the bag into his back pocket and as Ashley tried to see what it was, he put the candle out with two fingers.

Ashley: We could light the candle,

Oh, what'd you do with my candle?

Jack sat down on the couch and sighed, shrugging.

Jack: That was my last match,

Ashley: Our eyes'll adjust- thank God for the moon.

Jack wasn't suprised when Ashley stepped onto the couch, stepped over him and sat on the arm of the couch, tossing her candle next to him.

Jack: Maybe its not the moon at all,

I hear Spike Lee's shootin down the street.

Ashley: Bah humbug,

Bah humbug.

Jack: Cold hands.

She took his hand in hers and looked at it for a moment.

Ashley: Yours too.

Big, like my fathers.

Do you wanna dance?

She pulled Jack off the couch into the area near the door.

Jack: With you?

Ashley: No, with my father.

Jack: I'm Jack.

Ashley: They call me,

They call me,

Ashley!

She walked around him and shook the small bag in front of his face before walking out the door, smiling.