A/N: This is a serious JackKim pairing. I don't do lemons. I leave that to your imagination. I set you up and you run with it. Takes place in the future, after where the series ends. Everyone's about 21 in this fic, so they be all growed up!

Summary: He barely heard a word they were saying. Between the heavy bass music and the look in her beautiful eyes, Jack was lost. Why did they come back now? He was really getting in control of his life and now this happened.

Yup, another "Jack must suffer!" fic. Different from Jack promise!

Warning: Kimiko bastardizing. She's a real bitch here. Don't get me wrong, I like Kimi, but I purposely messed with her personality. Character death! Not a one-shot! I love writing real angst!

Anyway, enough ranting. I, the author, present:

Ecstasy

The Jackophile

The club was packed, but not enough to refuse four more entry. They filed in and sat down at the bar. After ordering their respective drinks, they began to look around. Like everyone else, they were searching for familiar faces, but unlike all the others in the sea of faces, they recognized one.

"Jack?" she said down the row of people that accompanied them at the bar.

Several heads turned, but not the one she was addressing. At the far end of the bar sat a red headed young man with a pair of yellow plasticated goggles slid down over his eyes.

She waved away the other faces and stood up to move down the line.

"Jack? Is that you?"

Slowly, he tuned around to her.

"Depends on what day of the week. Today's Friday, so… Yes, I'm Jack. Why do you ask?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"Not really. But then again the lighting's pretty bad…"

"Why not those piss tinted goggles off and look me in the face?"

He reached up and picked the goggles from his eyes and placed them at the top of his head.

"It is you! Guys, over here! It's Jack!"

"Oh hey!" A tall, slim boy said.

After several pats on the back a glum look came over the pale boy's face.

"What's wrong?" they laughed.

"Nothing. I just thought I'd lost you guys over the years."

"Lost us?"

"Ya know… You forgot about me?"

"No Jack! If anything, we missed you!" She was grinning.

"Oh," he sighed, "So what brings you four here?"

"Shen Gong Wu!"

Out of her pocket she pulled what looked like a jewel encrusted bangle.

"Nice. You still in that business?"

"It's kinda part time at this point."

"Yeah," the southern boy drawled, "After the first few years, things slowed down."

"So now if we get a Shen Gong Wu, we take our time getting it. I mean they are virtually useless at this point," the tall boy explained.

"Yeah," she sighed.

He barely heard a word they were saying. Between the heavy bass music and the look in her beautiful eyes, Jack was lost. Why did they come back now? He was really getting in control of his life and now this happened. A chapter of his life that he had long thought of as forgotten just reopened in a blast of regret and sorrow.

"Wow, this really is a vacation! We should celebrate!"

"Kimiko…" the word drooled from his mouth.

"Yes?"

"Huh?" he was drunk, "Nothing. Really," and tired.

"I say ice cream!"

"Omi?" Jack looked down at a yellow person who stood at about his shoulders.

"Yes."

"Six years did a lot for you," Jack forced a small chuckle, "Still no hair though," he said as he messaged Omi's bare scalp.

Omi growled.

"So, yeah," Clay sighed, "Ice cream sounds pretty good right about now."

"You wanna come, Jack?"

Her voice. Old memories and desperate thoughts returned to him.

"Yeah," he said slowly, his mind barely functioning.