Prompt: JACKIM WHERE HE TRIES TO SEDUCE CLONEBOT THINKING ITS ACTUALLY KIMIKO (Submitted by epiphany-on-toast on tumblr.)

It was a very simple fact: Jack rather liked Kimiko. The concept was not that hard to grasp. She was cute, she was kind of awesome—when she wasn't trying to burn him to a crisp, at least—and was a rather smart dresser. With all these in mind, it was only natural that Jack would have developed a crush on her.

It soon became apparent, however, that he wasn't the only one who was interested in her. Raimundo was his most obvious rival for Kimiko's affections, of course, but Jack was certain that even Omi and Clay were at least somewhat sweet on her, too—and even though he didn't think the Dragons of Water and Earth were that stiff of competition, all three monks still had the advantage of living with Kimiko and being around her every day.

Which made Jack the underdog in the situation. Sure, he could try and woo Kimiko with poems written in binary code and personalized robots, but he knew that wouldn't be enough to charm her—particularly when she already considered him a creepy little mama's boy.

Something he most certainly was not; Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius, was certainly not creepy in the least.

But he still needed to figure out a way to make her like him. He thought on it for a long time, until the simple answer became painfully obvious: Jack would ask Kimiko out on a date. He'd have to come up with an innovative way to do it, though; it wouldn't do if Wuya or Chase or any of the other monks became aware of his plans.

Jack decided that when the next Shen Gong Wu revealed itself, he would finally ask her. Not face-to-face, of course; she would probably punch him if he did, and it wasn't a humiliation he was willing to experience. He'd have to do something unexpected and creative to at least pique her interest, first, before asking Kimiko out on a date.

The perfect idea finally came to him, and Jack locked himself in his lab in order to better carry out phase one of his plan. He removed his old Chameleonbot from where he'd stored it in his parents' toolshed and modified it so that it took on the appearance of a small pink kitten—it was common knowledge, after all, that no girl could say no to anything that adorable. When the modifications were complete, he recorded a message of himself asking if she would mind joining him for dinner one day; he'd even put on one of the formal suits his parents had bought for him when recording it to show how serious he really was. He then wrote a program and inserted it into the Chameleonbot, which would allow Kimiko to answer him immediately. The final touch was the red rose he placed in the robot's mouth—no girl could say no to a beautiful flower. (At least, it worked on Mom whenever Dad brought home a bouquet of roses after they'd been fighting.)

Perhaps it was a bit middle school or him to ask her that way, but Jack was still proud of himself for coming up with that bit of genius. With his preparations now complete, it was only a matter of time before he could really put his plan into action.

When the new Shen Gong Wu revealed itself, he was ready. With the modified Chameleonbot safely packed away in one of the many compartments of his helipack, Jack Spicer set off—not to win the new Wu (though it would have been pretty sweet if he did), but to ask a girl on a date for the first time in his life.

In the end, Jack ended up facing Clay in a Showdown over the Wu in question: the Eagle's Claw, which allowed its user to slash through and damage any material—even something as hard as diamond.

Jack ended up losing the showdown, although he wasn't as upset about it as he normally would have been. Even though it would have been a great Wu to have, Jack had accomplished the task he'd set out to do: he'd managed to slip the Chameleon-cat-bot into Kimiko's backpack before the start of the showdown, and now it was only a matter of time before she'd give him her response.

And what a response it was: Yes.

The date was scheduled for the following evening, and that day, Jack put all of his effort into preparing for it. She would arrive at his home by seven, and he would treat her to a lovely candlelit dinner of pizza and soda out on the veranda of his parents' mansion. He bathed thoroughly, taking care to wash the scent of grease and oil and the burning smell the soldering iron gave him off of him, made sure to shave the seven hairs on his chin (Kimiko didn't seem like the type who'd really appreciate facial hair), and put on the most elegant of his suits—a pinstriped three-piece affair, complete with an imported red silk tie. He even wore some of his dad's cologne.

Jack had to admit, he cleaned up rather nice.

While he was getting dressed, the Jackbots cleaned the house until every surface sparkled and the floors were spotless. Even the lawn and gardens seemed more pristine. When all was done, Jack surveyed his work proudly, and silently said a silent prayer thanking whatever deity was listening for making his parents go on that month-long vacation to the Bahamas without him.

At precisely seven-oh-one in the evening, the doorbell rang, and Jack was there to greet his guest when the Butlerbot opened it.

"Kimiko," Jack said with a suave grin. "So glad you could make it."

She narrowed her eyes. "Rai and Clay went home to visit their families for the weekend, Omi's gone to Master Monk Guan's temple, Keiko's sick, and Chucky Choo came to visit Dojo. I'm only here because my only other option for the evening is sorting through the old scrolls in the library with Master Fung, and I don't want to be sneezing every ten seconds because of the dust."

"But you still came," Jack replied. "That's gotta mean something."

She put a hand on her hip. "Whatever. Can we get going?"

"Right this way, milady." He gave her a flourishing bow before offering her his arm. With a sigh she took it, and he lead her through the parlor and into the living room before offering her a seat on one of the white leather couches.

"Dinner should be ready in half an hour," he told her as he took a remote from its position on the coffee table and pushed a button. The lights dimmed a bit, and the lounge music from his father's collection began to play through the speakers of the sound system. "Can I interest you in anything until then?"

Kimiko looked around. "Well," she said, "you get points for trying, I'll give you that."

He grinned. "Sweet."

They ended up sitting in the living room and talking about various video games and the latest electronic gadgets before the Butlerbot came in to inform them that dinner was ready. After thanking the robot, Jack stood and offered Kimiko his arm again. When she took it this time, he thought she didn't seem quite so annoyed—it was definitely an improvement.

He led her out to the veranda, where a small outdoor dining table and set stood waiting for them. The Jackbots had outdone themselves with the decoration and the atmosphere, and Jack made a mental note to make a few more Musicbots in the future to join the lone one playing the violin in the corner.

Kimiko seemed a bit surprised at the display. "You really went all-out, huh?" she asked as she sat at the table.

"Give me some credit—I'm new at this sort of thing."

"Fine," she said. And then she smiled at him.

That was when everything started to go wrong.

"I, uh, like your dress," Jack told her as the Butlerbot brought out the pizza and soda.

She looked down at her dress, as if she didn't know what she was wearing. "Oh. Thanks." The Butlerbot set down the steaming pizza, and Kimiko reached for it to serve herself.

"Here, I got it," Jack said. He stood up too quickly and ended up bumping into the table—the entire pizza spilled onto Kimiko's lap in a mess of cheese, sauce, and pepperoni. He stared at her, mouth agape. "I am so sorry, Kimiko—here, hang on a sec," he said to her, pressing a button on his watch.

"Jack…"

"Butlerbot, time for a clean-up job," he said pointing at Kimiko. A nozzle appeared in the middle of the Butlerbot's chest, and before Jack could remember that the clean-up feature of the robot still malfunctioned more often than it worked properly, a jet of water doused Kimiko from head to toe.

Jack looked warily at Kimiko. She looked shocked, and rightly so. Soon, she began to shake violently, and smoke started to pour from her ears and mouth—a sure sign that the Dragon of Fire would soon unleash the full force of her fury upon him.

"Look, Kimiko, I'm sorry but please don't hurt me—!"

Her shaking became for violent as sparks began to fly until, all of a moment, her head popped off, and Kimiko exploded in a burst of heat, smoke, and engine grease.

When the smoke cleared, Jack stared dully at the singed remains of his Chameleonbot, painfully aware that he would soon need to figure out a way to explain to his parents why his best suit was burnt and covered with cheese and pizza sauce.

He sighed and stood up. "Jackbots," he said wearily, "take care of this, please. I'm going to take another bath."