Prompt: Steampunk AU. (Submitted by thexgrayxlady on tumblr.)
Clay has never particularly liked airships. He prefers the feel of the warm, solid earth beneath his feet, or at least the familiar feeling of smooth scales and sinuous muscle as he rode on dragonback with the others of his order. But with Dojo so severely ill, the only option left to them was a strange contraption that flew threw the air that Kimiko and Raimundo had built together at the last minute. Granted, it is an airship, but instead of running on engines and steam it was a much smaller and modified model that used the Xiaolin Dragons as a power source: Omi manipulates barrels of water into steam, Kimiko controls the fires that allowed the airship to ride, and Raimundo worked with the wind currents that surrounded the airship to steer it to their destination.
And that leaves Clay to control the coal in great stove that powered the steam engine. With a groan he adjusts thick leather apron and places the protective goggles over his eyes. "Time to get to business," he says to no one in particular as he begins to manipulate the coal.
He's a simple farmboy, after all. Clay just wants to feel solid earth beneath his feet again—or, perhaps, when they reach their destination, Jack Spicer will be there, and he'll be able to bash around the mechanist's automatons a bit until he feels better.