Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown.

Warning: Besides hints of homosexuality, nothing bad.

"ACHOO!" Jack sneezed loudly.

He wiped his nose thoroughly, groaning with disgust. He grabbed another handful of tissues and pulled the blankets closer to him before reaching over for his tea on the nightstand. Green Tea was always the easiest to drink when he had a cold.

Jack suddenly felt the bed dip down. He glanced over to see golden eyes staring back at him.

"And what do you want?" Jack rasped slowly, pronouncing each word individually, since it hurt to speak.

Chase slinked across the bed, the Tongue of Saiping in his teeth.

Jack frowned at him, but snatched the Wu and activated it. "What?"

"You are sick," Chase stated blandly.

"Oh, what was your first clue?" Jack whispered harshly.

"Shh...rest your voice, Spicer. I did not come to converse. I merely came to apologize if you caught my earlier sickness. You did nurse me back to health and I feel partly responsible for this."

Jack blinked in honest surprise and opened his mouth to say something, but the dragon interjected.

"I am very grateful for your kindness towards me and I only wanted to offer my condolences. I sincerely hope your health improves."

The evil genius stared at him, his jaw hanging slightly open. Finally, he smiled.

"Thanks, Chase. That means a lot to me."

Chase merely huffed in response.

This only made Jack grin a little wider before he deactivated the Wu. He picked up his television remote control and un-paused the movie he'd been watching previously. He closed his eyes for a moment to listen to the sound, but felt something touch him.

His eyes snapped open and he glanced to his left to see his roommate curled up next to him. He didn't wrap his arms around Jack like last time, but his snout was touching Jack's arm and his tail was swishing back and forth behind him.

The dragon opened one eye and gave Jack a "what-the-hell-are-you-staring-at?" look to which Jack only grinned back at him before shutting his eyes once more.

Chase paced back and forth across Jack's lab, growling angrily to himself.

He felt bothered by the way he was acting towards Jack. He was acting…nice.

Blegh. The very word made him feel like puking.

It's not that Chase wasn't grateful. On the contrary, he was quite pleased with Jack's kindness and servitude towards him, but the dragon couldn't understand why he was acting like he cared about the boy. It's not like he'd ever seriously cared about another's well-being. The only creatures that even came close were his warriors, but they were technically his servants; they didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Jack was willingly caring for him.

The warlord had begun to notice how much their relationship had grown over the past couple months when he realized how much they were touching.

Before this, anytime Chase found himself touching Jack it was usually when he would fling him off a cliff or grab him by his coat to threaten him coldly if he didn't follow instructions.

Their current touching was much more gentle, almost soothing to Chase at times. He knew he shouldn't desire something so weak as another man's touch. Especially from Spicer.

And yet…and yet…maybe it could work. Maybe something between the two could bloom into something beautiful. It seemed that whenever Jack's mood was down, Chase's mood would lower as well. Chase would always want to help bring back the teen's normal, energetic self.

Now…only one question remained.

Did the goth truly want him?

Suddenly, the door swung open and his roommate, as well as the cause of his inner turmoil, walked in, struggling with two armfuls of groceries.

"Hey, man," the teen greeted him. "Can you get the bag over there? I kinda got my hands full."

Chase automatically obliged and picked the bag up in his jaws. He used his tail to grip onto the doorknob to swing the door closed and followed Jack into the kitchen. He balanced on his hind legs, placing his front paws on the edge of the counter. The dragon gently laid the bag on the counter as Jack began to put away his groceries.

"Y'know, I'm glad that people are just naturally nice to others. It's like, if you drop a bunch of stuff, people will just naturally help you out. Y'know, its common sense to do that!" Jack was yelling sarcastically as he slammed multiple cabinets open and then closed them once the groceries were put away.

Chase, unconcerned with Jack's minor issues, growled at him, trying to get his attention.

"It's like, I'm standing there at the medical counter to pick up my new inhaler and this woman isn't even listening to me! I had to tell her my name and what I was getting over and over again! She's all like, 'What? What? Say what?' God, I wanted to scream at her!"

The dragon released his hold on the counter and padded over to Jack, pawing meaningfully at his leg, trying to get him to stop talking for a moment, but the genius was too wrapped up in his rant to even notice the other's actions.

"Then, that stupid cashier had no clue how to work the…thing! Whatever the hell it's called!"

Growing angrier at the lack of acknowledgement, Chase suddenly let out a loud roar that shook up the room around them.

This caused Jack to stiffen up, letting out a squeak of surprise mixed with a pinch of fear, before turning around to face his roommate.

"What?" Jack asked once he'd picked up the Tongue of Saiping and activated it.

"Why did you take me in?" Chase demanded immediately, deciding there was no point in beating around the bush. He knew Jack and from what he had learned in the past few years was that one always needed to be direct with him. He was absolutely dreadful at picking up cues.

The goth hesitated, his body freezing up at the question. He was obviously caught off-guard by the inquiry, since Chase had never really asked him his reasons for helping him out, especially since before this whole mess occurred, they weren't really allies.

"Well?" Chase huffed after less than a minute of silence had passed.

"I…umm…I guess I just…wanted to, umm, help you out? Why are you even asking me—"

"Why?" the warlord inquired fiercely, talking over the young man.

At that moment, Jack's cheeks had flushed to a dark pink color and he averted his eyes from Chase's, shutting his mouth tightly.

"Spicer…" Chase rumbled as he stalked a bit closer. "Why did you help me? Why would you want to help someone who has never treated you with any sort of kindness?"

The goth stood there, now biting the inside of his lip nervously, looking conflicted. "Uhhh…" he mumbled out, still not looking at the other.

By now, Chase had absolutely had it up to here with Jack's lack of answers and growled harshly at him. "Why, Jack? What are you hiding from me?"

"It's…" Jack squeaked out, but looked like he couldn't continue.

"It's what?"

"It's because I…"

"Because you what?!"

"I-I…"

"Wh—"

"Because I love you!" Jack finally blurted out, obviously unable to handle the stressful moment. However, the moment the words left his mouth, his eyes widened and he slowly cupped a hand over his mouth, looking completely horrified.

On Chase's part, for a while he stayed still, staring back at the evil genius, unable to form a proper response.

The heavy silence lasted for about a minute (even though it seemed like hours to the two of them) before Chase finally managed to croak out, "You…you what?"

Jack's eyes widened slightly before he scurried off to his bedroom and shut the door behind him, leaving Chase in the lab, alone with his thoughts.

A/N: Basically, the breakdown of this is chapter is how I get when I'm sick and...well, Jack confessing his big secret...okay, I'm pretty such we all knew it already. xD