Prompt: xiaolin sleepover gets crashed by jack, then chase & wuya (Submitted by epiphany-on-toast on tumblr.)
To be fair, every night could technically be considered a sleepover for the four young Xiaolin monks. They all slept in what more less constituted as the same room, after all, although they were at least each allowed their own separate cubicles.
But sleepovers meant blanket forts and late nights playing games and eating junk food and watching movies and telling stories and pointedly ignoring the basic human need for sleep. This, of course, was something that did not happen too often, but when Master Fung allowed them to prepare for one, the four young monks very much looked forward to it.
It was with great excitement, then, that the monks pooled their supplies together to create a rather magnificent blanket fort in the common area of their shared living space, a feat headed by Raimundo. One of Kimiko's projectors, hooked up to her laptop, provided the video entertainment for the night, while Clay prepared the popcorn, ordered the pizza, and gathered the other foodstuffs for the evening. Omi, meanwhile, went through his mental archives to find a story suitable for the evening's activities—surely, there was at least one account of his skill and expertise he had not yet told his friends.
The evening progressed as planned, and soon enough the four monks were gathered in the close quarters provided by Raimundo's blanket fort. They had already watched one movie, an animated film Kimiko had chosen about a girl and a dragon boy (whom Omi thought sounded remarkably similar to Chase Young, except good instead of evil) that left all four of them feeling almost wistfully happy by the end of it and were deciding what to do next when Master Fung and Dojo came in to check on them.
Just as Raimundo was about to tell them that they were old enough to forgo the need for adult supervision, however, Master Fung held up a hand in a request for silence. "It seems we have a guest," he said calmy before stepping to the side, and from the doorway, a very sheepish looking Jack Spicer, wearing a pair of red flannel pajamas and fuzzy black slippers, waved awkwardly at the monks peering at him from the entryway of the blanket fort.
"What's Jack Spicer doing here, Master Fung?" Clay asked as Kimiko scrambled back into the fort to find her robe and tie it more securely about her.
It was Jack himself who answered. "Power outage," the boy genius replied. "My parents aren't home, and I need somewhere to stay for the night until the power company can come by and fix the generator in the morning."
"Couldn't you just fix it yourself?" Raimundo asked. "Or just get your power from somewhere else?"
Jack frowned. "Just because I'm evil doesn't mean I'd do anything illegal," he replied. "I have standards, you know."
"Jack Spicer has promised to leave first thing in the morning," Master Fung said. "Additionally, due to circumstances being what they are, the other monks and I have extracted from him a promise to not make any attempt to steal the Shen Gong Wu."
"Extracted?" Omi looked confused.
The pale boy shuddered. "Painfully."
"You really don't want to know," Dojo said.
"I really didn't want to ask," Kimiko said from inside the fort. "Too much information."
Raimundo was not convinced. "Yeah, but it isn't like promising has stopped him before."
"Says the guy with the teddy bear," Jack retorted. He sighed, ignoring Raimundo angrily defending Ninja Fred's status as a good luck charm. "Look, I'm desperate, here. It was either coming here and risk getting beaten to pulp immediately, or going to stay with Chase and Wuya and be turned into a giant cat toy before getting beaten to a pulp. Either way, the odds really aren't in my favor."
"Oh, boo-hoo," Kimiko said as she emerged from the blanket fort and stood beside Raimundo, followed shortly thereafter by Clay. "I'm so convinced."
Omi looked up at his friends. "If Master Fung brought him here, then I am sure it is alright."
The other three monks looked between themselves before Clay finally sighed in defeat. "Fine. You can stay."
"Seriously?" Jack's face lit up instantly. "Awesome! This is going to be great—I've never actually been to a legit sleepover, before."
Master Fung took his leave, then, and Raimundo, Clay, and Kimiko exchanged a look amongst themselves before following Jack and Omi into the blanket fort, except now the expression was one disturbed apprehension. It turned out, however, that their uncertainty was actually unnecessary: with the exception of the half-hour immediately following Jack Spicer's arrival (which was just awkward), the sleepover itself passed by without so much as a hiccup. A game of spoons began, and a shaky alliance between Raimundo and Jack was established when the two discovered that they were completely dominating Omi and Clay's team; Kimiko, meanwhile, was looking for another movie for them to watch on her laptop, debating whether it would be better to watch a scary movie or one with more adventure.
The five of them ended up opting for more games, however, after the sixth or seventh round of spoons. Jack insisted on truth-or-dare, in honor of sleepover tradition, and the monks indulged him almost begrudgingly. It soon became apparent that the decision had been a good one, particularly after the game devolved into a rousing spectacle of dare-or-dare. Clay was in the middle of a surprisingly good impression of Katnappe when the group heard footsteps approaching once again.
"I'll answer it, friends," Omi said as he ducked out of the fort. "Hello, Master Fung! What may I—Chase Young!"
At the mention of the Heylin warlord's name, Clay paused mid-purr and glared at Jack, while Kimiko grabbed the redhead by the shirtfront. "What is Chase Young doing here?" she hissed.
"Don't look at me! I didn't call him!"
Kimiko rolled her eyes and let go before brushing past Jack to follow Raimundo out of the fort, with Clay going shortly thereafter and Jack scrambling after the three of them.
Sure enough, there stood Chase Young, and Wuya, too, though something was off about them; the former wasn't wearing his customary spiked armor and was instead wearing a pair of deep green silk pajams, and the latter had exchanged her usual attire for what looked like a loose pair of basketball shorts and a large T-shirt.
"What?" the witch said when she caught sight of the look Kimiko was giving her. "These are wonderfully comfortable garments for sleep, and you know it—they're perhaps the only decent advancement made in fashion in the last fifteen hundred years."
"Can it, hag," Raimundo said. He looked at Chase. "What do you want?"
Chase Young remained impassive. "Be at peace, Warrior," he said. "We're not here under the pretense of evil—we simply need a place to stay for the night."
"Your lair is like an emperor's palace," Clay said. "Why would you need a place to sleep?"
"Have you ever tried sleeping in a partially active volcano, Dragon of Earth?" Chase narrowed his eyes. "The shifting of the rocks isn't so bad, but the stench from the volcano's fumes are nothing if not unbearable."