Prompt: Chase and Rai, "Get Me" — a drabble about one character saving another. (Submitted by wheresmyshirtdojo on tumblr.)
Good and evil were two different things, but even then, they were still two faces of that same coin. That is, each played an equally important role when the balance of the world was at stake, and in the event that one of the sides of that coin was in danger of being defaced — well, anyone with a sense of honor and a smidgen of common sense knew that the only outcome of that was at least ten thousand years of darkness, for both the Xiaolin and the Heylin. And that was the best case scenario.
At least, that's what Chase told anyone who asked about exactly why he had chosen to save the young Shoku Warrior when the Xiaolin monk had been clinging desperately to a cliff face after the latest of Hannibal Bean's underhanded tricks. Chase may not have liked the side of good very much, but he certainly liked that legume even less, and he wasn't so blinded by his power to make such a foolhardy mistake as allow such a promising young warrior to fall to his fate like that; his own sense of honor and duty simply wouldn't allow him to stand for it.
Wuya and Jack had seemed to buy this explanation, at least, as had the other young Xiaolin monks — though Omi had given him a strange look before walking off to join Dojo and the others. The Shoku Warrior, however, had stayed back a moment longer to speak with Chase.
"You didn't have to save me, you know," he said almost ruefully. His face was still red from what Chase assumed was embarrassment. "I can take care of myself."
Chase remained expressionless. "I'm sure you could have," he said. And then he smirked. "But do let me know if you ever need saving again." He narrowed his eyes as the familiar green-black smoke began to envelope him. "I'll come get you, I promise."
He could only imagine the incredulous look on the younger man's face.