I finally finished this segment up. The offer from last chapter still stands. Left to my own devices what I'd write about would never change. Just give me a suggestion in a review.

For Jack Spicer being bored was not a option, sure he could be working on his faulty robots- or stealing wu but he just didn't feel like it. What he really felt like was trying to make himself Chase Young's evil partner in crime, plus it was dark and scary near the monks temple at this time fo night and if he stayed home to fix robots his father might make him play catch. The self proclaimed evil boy genius( some may call his title self indulgence- he called it true) snapped his goggles on his forehead and gave himself his customary eye shadow.

"Perfect," he exclaimed with a overly cocky grin. "Yes-Bot!" he yelled."Get me my helio pack, and a juice box for the ride," he sniffled a bit on the last part. A juice box, Friday night when all other teenager were at clubs or parties and he got a juice box and a door that was probably going to slam into him and crush his ribs. He grabbed the juice box from the ever jubilant Yes-Bot and strapped his helio pack on. Jack ran out of his door and rose up into the cold night air.

Meanwhile Chase was walking out of a fiery portal with a triumphant grin and a weary limp. He had always hated being completely dependent on something-and after his battle with the demon he had won back his freedom. At the time, Xiaolin or Heylin had meant little to him, it was simply a matter of independence, something the Lao Mang Lone soup had denied him; as long as he was tethered to that drink to keep his human form he was not free. Sadly enough he hadn't thought of that 1500 years ago which could have saved him a lot of grief.

Chase winced at the soot covered armor he was wearing, not only was this stuff disturbingly fetish looking it was also filthy. His eyes swept left, then right, then up, down and every which way. Then he repeated this cycle and with a gleeful grin stripped off his armor and left it hung up on his throne like chair. It's not like anyone would come in besides a jungle cat, and they would just leave it in his room.

He shrugged off the embarrassment of walking around his house in under armor and instead walked quickly to his bathroom where he intended on getting the smell of smoke off him.( This is where we leave him, because I know this fanbase, if I go into any more detail half my reviewers will pass out and I'll never get a review. I'm very sorry for breaking the 4th wall and putting this here.)

Jack stood a few yards away from the entrance to Chase's citadel and stared at it trying to get past the door that always swatted him like he was some sort of giant insect.

"It must be power by Chase's evil will against me!" He exclaimed with a funny look."That doesn't bode well for any future relationships..." he stopped talking for a moment and then looked incredibly panicked.

"As evil partners as evil partners!" Jack shrieked into the fire warmed air hoping no one had heard that first bit. All of a sudden as to confuse the door Jack rushed at it with his eyes closed and hit nothing? He opened his eyes confused, where the heck had the door gone? Jack turned around in a movement that looked oddly like some sort of ballet move and saw that the door had swung out in a way that didn't crunch him like a fly.

"Wah?" was the very vocal noise that came out of Spicer, he was starting to sound like a 3 year old-he didn't care- he ran forwards the inner dome Chase was so fond of at top speed and arrived winded.

"You know Spicer for once I'm actually glad to see you,"

Jack stared at his evil hero in amazement. Chase Young had always been meticulous in his appearance and Jack had only seen him looking anything but immaculate a few times. So as you may be able to tell, seeing Chase half dressed and with wet hair threw him to the moon and back. Chase shook his head and sighed.

"Spicer get off my floor you're embarrassing yourself," he said as he lifted Jack up by his collar. "Was it really necessary to come right after I finished bathing?"

The boy stood up on his own two feet amazed that he wasn't dead.

"Who are you and what have you done with Chase!" Jack whined. Chase shook a piece of black hair out of his golden eyes and laughed.

"I am Chase, just without the inconvenience of my potion." Jack studied him for a moment.

"Wait so you're a Xiaolin loser now!" He concluded with a look of horror. All that work for nothing! Now his hero was on the side he wasn't on!

Chase smiled and Jack cowered and scooted three feet away. He continued to smile and advanced on Jack until they were nearly nose to nose.

"Call me a loser again and I will beat you to death with your own skull," he threatened. Jack burst into frighten tears.

"Please don't hurt me! You're not a loser! And that doesn't even seem physically possible... "

Chase rumpled Jack's hair and started to walk away.

"Don't embarrass yourself."