A/N: Okay, at 4:13 in the morning, I am done for now :)
Custody was a nightmare. No one wanted the Spicer boy. He was a recluse, not to mention a bit odd on the eyes. He could've been an albino if not for his flaming red hair. It took forever before some distant relatives finally agreed to take him in, just to get him through the worst of it.
Jack never seemed to care. He took to the basement of his new home rather quickly and began manufacturing a makeshift lab. As long as he kept himself busy, the pain never got to him. There were times when he questioned his decision not to go with the Xiaolin warriors, but what? They didn't have time to baby-sit him. His family members barely had the time. Eventually, Jack lost interest in robots. After all, he had only built them to in some way make his mother proud of him. He became too lazy to put on his daily regiment of eye make-up and spent most of his time wasting away in his room.
Because there were no out-right remains, it took the family a while before they could get a funeral mass together. Finding cremation plots isn't always easy.
Jack had nothing to do with any of it.
There was a public invite to the funeral published in a local newspaper, which Kimiko happened to stumble upon while surfing the net.
"Hey, check this out," she showed the other's her PDA.
"'Spicer?' As in Jack?" Raimundo asked.
"Yeah. What do you think about dropping in on him?"
"Kimiko," Omi began, "Why do you suddenly care about Jack Spicer?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. It just feels weird going after Shen Gone Wu, knowing that Jack won't be there to do something entertainingly stupid."
Rai and Clay chuckled.
"Yeah, there's no one to make fun of or laugh at anymore…" Rai added.
Then that awkward silence sank in.
"Let's just face it, buckaroos, we miss Jack Spicer," Clay sighed.
"Agreed," Omi mumbled.
"So what d'ya think? Should we drop in on Spicer?" Kimiko chirped.
Clay shrugged, "Sounds like a plan, but, what if having us around only makes it worse?"
"Look here," Kimiko showed them the newspaper article again, "Says here that the fire was caused by a gas leak behind the stove. It wasn't Jack's fault."
"Yeah, but who are we to tell him that?" Raimundo shrugged.
"We're not," Kimiko declared, "Come on. A little spontaneity never killed anyone!"
There was an awkward silence.
"Well?"
"Alright," Clay stood up, "Let's do it. He owes us a Sunday anyway…"
"Yeah, but isn't a funeral supposed to be all somber and stuff?" Rai asked, "Besides, we aren't exactly family members."
"Not necessarily," Kimiko replied, "Maybe if we throw in a bit of fun, things won't be so bad."
"Worth a shot," Clay said.
"What about you, Omi?" Kimiko asked, "You in?"
"Well, I have never been to a funeral before. It should be a most enlightening experience."