It seemed the last thing the Xiaolin Dragons expected that day was my arrival. I didn't care. As I approached the temple I was greeted with hostility. It didn't faze me. Funny, even when presented with civility and politeness, despite the fact that I personally had done nothing to them, they were still openly hostile in their words. They called me names, asked where my twin was, and demanded that I show them I was unarmed.

I politely answered their questions, showed I was unarmed save the Viper's Fang, and requested that I see their master. At first they were against the idea, but I pointed out that they've seen me before. Granted, I was with Jack and Wuya, but I hadn't done anything to them- didn't fight, didn't get into verbal battles with them like he did, and for all intents and purposes I just was a spectator. Yeah, I did give the Glove of Jisaku to Raimundo during the time of the Heylin Comet and helped Jack move the pot of Shen Gong Wu, but that was all I did.

Surprisingly, the cowboy agreed with me. And at first the other three didn't seem to keen on letting me waltz into their home without an invitation, I pointed out that when they came to the mansion and even when they blatantly broke into it, I simply told them where Jack was in the house- not the first few times mind you, but after a while I just got tired of trying to kick them out.

To be honest, they were the closest thing Jack had to friends….frenemies… yeah…something like that; but I didn't tell them that. I merely requested to speak to Master Fung once again, and even suggested that it could be where the young –Raimundo scoffed at that word- dragons could hear.

I waited. They discussed before coming to an agreement- they'd let me in on the condition that I didn't mess with anything or try to start something and, of course, handed over any Wu that I had on me. I agreed and handed over the Viper's Fang. Personally I was tired of them already and wanted to deal with them as little as possible; I just wasn't in the mood.

Master Fung showed understandable surprise when I appeared before him to speak. I apologized for arriving without warning but requested his council. I told him about myself, about how Jack and I were related, about why I was here in the first place, about my part in the last few months of Wu Hunting, and eventually I got to the part of why I left.

"I know what my cousin has done in the past, and I also know what he is aspiring to be, but I also know what he is really like. And staying with Chase Young has got to be the stupidest thing he's ever done."

My tone mirthless, I continued to describe how Jack had become practically obsessed with the Heylin Dragon. That he began doing things that he used to not even dream about- to include breaking his promise and leaving me alone in the mansion. I came here to spend time with him, not to be dragged along like a keychain you clip to your belt. He built more dangerous Jack-bots, became reclusive, and a couple of times almost killed himself trying to get the Wu or to impress his "idol" in one way or another.

My conscious wouldn't allow me to just leave the country and go back home, however I knew I couldn't get my cousin back on my own, and that's why I surprised everyone by bowing my head to the ground and begging for them to let me help stop Chase Young. It was either this, I believed, or my cousin gets turned into a cat or worse.

Master Fung sat there for many minutes thinking before finally speaking.

"In these times of trial, we must accept every ally that we can. If that means you must join our ranks then so be it." I was then tasked with helping the dragons with their chores in exchange for training and that I would get a room and Gi of my own. The elemental four had issues at first, but when one of them got a thoughtful look I knew that crap was really about to go down.

And thus I became the Xiaolin Dragon of Janitorial Services.

I think this is pretty good after a few years of not posting anything.

Thank you to everyone who has read/reviewed this story and who has followed it despite the over-long haitus. Constructive citicism is welcome, but flames will be removed. Thank you.
-Wolfinson