Wow so I went to check my email and found all these notifications of people reviewing and adding my story. X D Wow. I wasn't expecting that… at all. I mean… I wasn't expecting anything so… wow. People whose stories I have read and adored long before I even made this account are suddenly reading this… That's so weird, but I love you all (platonically, but love is love). Thanks! I'll try to be original and amuse you all. ; ) I'll upload the next chapter right away since I ended up finishing that one before this one… Sorry.

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"Ew."For the sixth time Jack expressed himself. He simply had to grimace at the sight. Fetuses don't look shit like babies. Babies are cute--when they're dry and asleep--but this thing looked like a slug.... a slug with appendages and bug eyes. The creepy gold eyes continued to stare back at Jack from the giant tube. The eyes were mocking him; Jack could tell. It had the same eyes as Chase when Jack was doing something wrong (i.e. ridiculous) or when Wuya made the mistake of opening her mouth.

"At least it's working." He thought aloud. It was only two hours ago when he'd have had to look at it under a microscope. "Grow faster..." He urged, but he really wasn't worried or rushed. It looked better now that the eyes had started working, though.

Despite how alien the creature was looking, he was quite enthused it was working at all. Having only a hair sample of Chase's to work with, he did have some worries when he was planning it out, but it sufficed. Actually, he didn't have a choice about it, but a blood sample would have made it easier. But Chase Young bleeding? No. Never.

"Master," Jack turned to face the new Jackbot. "The packages have arrived."

"Excellent!" He beamed. "Bring them down!"

"You have to sign for them, master."

Frowning, Jack looked back to the giant test tube. It didn't seem right to leave it while it was incubating... Not that it'd even finish doing so that day, but Jack was obviously the sentimental type. He sighed and moved up the steps from his lair into the more homey part of the house. He was always annoyed to see how empty it was, but Jack told himself that he should have been used to it. He didn't particularly like feeling bad, so he tried to push that sort of thought away.

As Jack moved up the stairs—going off to sign for the various things he'd need for the creature—he completely missed the very intrigued Dragon arriving in the shadows of the cluttered lab. Chase first saw Jack leaving the room, but the second thing he saw kept him in place. He made a small noise of amusement and moved to stand before the giant tube. Not only was Jack theatric, but his experiments were as well. Chase had the belief that the giant thing didn't need to have so many wires sticking out and that it didn't need to be so large. It was just gaudy as it was now. And—

The creature began to wiggle in the tube, its eyes boring into the Chinese lord. Chase interpreted this as a challenge, of course. In any case, that's probably what it was. "What, exactly, are you supposed to be?" He wondered aloud. It wriggled about some more, as if hearing him. The dragon smirked. He was often amused by Jack's inventions; however he was also often annoyed at how Jack could create such advanced contraptions, but never use them in the appropriate manner.

Chase was riding on the hope Jack would grow out of that.

He looked away from the wriggling fetus-creature the moment he heard the door open. It took a moment for what Jack was seeing to catch up to his brain. Of course, the chain of cuss words streaming in his mind had to happen just after that.

"Chase!" He threw his arms up and grinned as big as he could muster—which was quite big, actually. "What's up?"

Folding his arms behind his back, he looked back to the golden eyed thing in the tube. "Spicer, what is this?"

Another slew of cuss words danced on Jack's tongue. It was a tough decision to make for him: tell the truth (and possibly die) or lie (and survive). Surviving seemed best. Jack wasn't very good at surviving, but he did try. Effort does amount to something. "It's my latest, greatest creation!" He declared, truthfully. "It's," Quick, what kind of animal has gold eyes besides dragons and cats? "Wolf DNA mixed with human." Jack trained his eyes on the wriggling creature. He couldn't very well lie to Chase's face. Even if he consciously could, the dragon would be able to tell. However, juggling the thoughts of lying and his fondness for the fetus would help hide his blatant lie.

"You're creating a slave?" This greatly interested the immortal.

Jack hesitated, then corrected. "I wouldn't call it a slave… Maybe a pet?" That had to be against some kind of child service law.

Chase tilted his head to the side, his expression neutral until the creature managed to tilt its own head to the side. "It seems very…"

Jack's head whipped around towards Chase. "Amazing? Ingenious? Awesome?"He was just teeming with hope, now.

"Smart." Chase cast Jack a wry look. It was amusing to see Jack seeking approval, but it wasn't anything new. "Your pet seems smart… You said you used wolf DNA?"

Chase frowned when Jack's eye twitched, but Jack didn't notice his slip-up. "Yes, yes, yes… I used my own DNA, too." He nodded his head and looked about the room. "Yep. Wolves to… maul the Xiaolin losers."

Chase let a low growl reverberate from his throat. The only consolation for his actions was the jump Jack gave when the young teen swung his head back to Chase. "Spicer, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

Jack pressed his fingers together, hoping that the gesture would allow him some more time to weigh his options. He really didn't have any time, after all—Chase was starting to walk over towards him.

Jack's watch began beeping and Chase stopped in his tracks. It was perfect, cliché timing; as if the writer gave up trying to put something else into the scene. A Shen Gong Wu had activated, and lo and behold, it was one Chase needed to keep from the monks. Yay for Jack.

Chase gave another low growl as he looked away from Jack and to the giant test tube thing. "We'll continue this later."

"Uh, how about when it's done…" Stalling was good. Stalling was great!

Chase frowned, but then caved. "Alright then. Next time you come to a showdown, we'll continue this."

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That had been yesterday. This new day—sun greeting the Jackbots working in the garden—was much more exciting. Jack wasn't as lucky to get greeted by the sunrise, but it was a greeting that got the adrenaline pumping through his system.

The loud crash of glass was what woke him up.

"Yes!" Jack shouted as he ran into the lab. The test tube was broken, glass littered about around it. His squeals of joy were greeted by a growling. Jack's life just seemed to be filled with growling as of late. Anyway, it wasn't looking at Jack. The small thing—very similar to a one year-old at this point—was busy looking at the sharp glass around it. "Hi!" Jack cooed. Honestly he could think of no other way to greet his… child.

The gray hair was odd. The rapid-maturing agent could be blamed for that. He didn't take all the effort and time (and risk) of making the creature just to be his kid. He made it to do a job. It had a purpose to fulfill. The duration when it would not be physically mature was when it would be most venerable and of little use. If he ever needed to repeat this process, he would probably fix that.

The small thing turned about, looking with wide pastel yellow eyes to Jack's effervescent red. After a moment, it giggled and reached out for Jack, grabbing at the air with its—her hands.

He voiced his utter glee and quickly stepped around the glass to pick his… daughter up. "Were you stuck? You're so smart! Just like me!" The child grabbed his face with its matching pale skin and pushed his skin about like clay.

She gave an alligator smile to Jack and giggled again.

"Jackbots!" The robots swooped in, cleaning the glass while another handed him a plate of food. "Since you have Chase's DNA," He addressed the girl. "Meat and proper supplements for you!"She squealed happily, making Jack regret trying to juggle the girl and the plate.

Jack handed the plate back to a robot and moved into the home above. Even if he was confident she wouldn't get hurt in the lab, it'd be better to take her to the kitchen. It was just plain reason that brought him to that. Although she was essentially a tool for his plans of world conquest, he still considered her important on a more sentimental level. He prized the lives of his robots in the same manner. Anyway, he wanted the very best for their… Hm.

Their child, so to speak, but those sorts of details can be overlooked.

Oh, how Jack would suffer if Chase found out… He'd die; not only from getting mutilated, but also from embarrassment. Jack frowned and ignored the girl tugging at his pajama shirt. If anyone took the time to ask whether or not he loved Chase, he would immediately confirm it. Chase's evil legacy, his appearance, his personality… his mere presence: Jack loved all of those qualities and came to love them in that order.

A loud, angry whine erupted from the girl, demanding his attention. He looked down to her with a wide smile. "Right." He took her into the kitchen and set her down on the island. One of the robots quickly dressed her, which Jack was surprised to see. Jack had instructed the robots to do such, yes, but the girl didn't seem to be at all bothered by it. It was like she knew. That might have been the case, but it really couldn't be proven either way at this point. "I'm Jack Spicer. You're… Uh, well, I created you from my DNA and the infamous Chase Young's DNA."

Jack placed his hands on either side of the child and studied her. In his opinion she looked an awful lot like Chase, but frail in addition to that likeness. The gleam in her eyes seemed to contradict any weakness he saw, but time would tell, he guessed. Like Chase, she just screamed of nobility.

Now she screamed for food, but Jack knew that such a smart infant could multitask. He took the plate back from the robot and held it out so she could grab each bite-sezed chunk she wanted.

While he ate, or rather, as she stuffed them into her mouth and swallowed, Jack started to frown. "Let's hope you won't grow too fast… otherwise all the clothes I ordered won't fit you…"

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Three days later, Jack decided that he hated crayons. Along with clothes and countless information books on the world—both past and present to properly educate the future villainess—were other children items like toys and crayons delivered to his door. Now, green was a nice color. Jack obviously attributed it to the Asian sex God he so reverently worshipped. Having green crayon on not only the walls but also many of the robots made him hate the damn crayons.

"Edel!" He shouted, quite irate. (He chose the name Edel carefully. Edel means noble and bright.)

Slowly, the now-toddler walked into the lab where Jack was. She held the ends of the black dress she wore and smiled. It wasn't an innocent or guilty smile, oh, no. It was cocky and extremely amused at the situation she was in. "You like green. It's a nice color, isn't it, Jack?"

His grimace softened, just a tad. "I'm throwing your crayons into the garbage incinerator."

"Okay, but I'm bored." She walked up to Jack, still smiling.

"Bored? Um… Either read your books or watch some footage,"

Her yellow eyes widened. "Footage?"

Jack nodded. "Remember the Shen Gong Wu I told you about? The robots record everything they see, so you'll be able to watch most of a lot of the showdowns. It'll be good for you to put names to faces and learn their fighting styles."

Edel grabbed onto Jack's trench coat and tugged down on it. Jack had to fight to stay standing. "I want to see one with you and Chase!"

He chuckled with a mixture of anxiety and regret. "I…" He wanted to say no, just to be stingy, but he couldn't say no to his cute little daughter—or anything with Chase's genes for that matter. It wasn't a choice, he really couldn't. "I have a couple files for that…" He resigned to pulling away from her to grab one of his laptops laying nearby. He opened it up and handed it to her. "Just click on.. this file, and they'll play."

She let out a sound of joy, a perfect imitation of Jack.

"I'll be working…"

Edel bobbed her head excitedly. She ran out of the basement with the laptop and Jack was left alone again. He groaned, running a hand through his hair and slipping his goggled over his eyes.

If he would have had to go through years of this, he would have gone insane. (Or more so.) "No wonder my parents gave up on me."

Meanwhile, Edel was clenching her fists while watching the footage with glowering eyes. She was as expressive as her creator in many aspects like that. "Insect." She repeated under her breath. Jack, whether he noticed or not, was always talking about how "awesome" Chase Young was. Always. Seeing the famous Chase treat her only parental figure like a bug was not what she had expected or wanted to see. How could she share genes with such an ungrateful bastard? Her current line of thinking resulted in the options of killing Chase Young or… getting him to be a more properly suited mate for Jack.

Love was just teeming in the air, it seemed.