Chase is good here, for the sake of crack. One am fanfiction yay! This is really short and keep in mind I started writing this at 12 and checked it for mistakes at one thirty. I'd wait till morning to check it and post it but by then I'd be ashamed of it. I'm still looking for suggestions of what to write by the way. I'm looking forward to the time when someone takes me up on that.

Wow this is a really different tone then everything else. But that is why it's crack.

"Final vote here, who wants to see Chase in drag?" Jack raised his own hand and watched gleefully as it was followed by Raimundo and Kimiko.

"What is this drag that Chase is dressing in?" Omi asked clearly confused. No one quite dared to answer this question and the youngest monks hand remained at his side.

"Chase the tribe has spoken," Jack said while handing him a plastic shopping bag full of clothing. Chase looked in the bag, then looked back up at Spicer and the giggling gaggle of monks and one evil boy genius. The ex evil war lord looked at Omi appreciably and spoke with some spite in his voice.

"I knew there was a reason I liked Omi so much besides his fighting skills. Also, Spicer, why do you carry this around with you?" The others looked at Jack for a moment (with the exception of Omi who was beaming with pride).

" I've been waiting for this moment since I met him!" He said as he dove behind Omi for cover. If looks could kill few people within a miles radius could have survived the look Chase gave Jack at that moment. As Chase walked off to change the small group shared a pregnant silence and every video camera, picture phone and PDA was taken out in anticipation. In the space of ten minutes they heard a good few screams of indignation, 3 muffled curses and at least one muttered death threat aimed at Jack.

Then suddenly and without warning a disgruntled Chase appear in the door frame, this was directly followed by Omi passing out from shock and both Kimiko and Jack getting small nosebleeds.

"This is demeaning!" He said while tugging a black leather glove up on his arm and attempting to lengthen a miniskirt. Raimundo snapped a dozen pictures in rapid succession then tried his hardest not to stare at the long legs in fishnets right in front of him. Kimiko was busy sending pictures to her blog and Jack was gaping like a fish.

"I knew this was a good idea,"Jack exclaimed as he ducked a stiletto shoe that impeded itself in a wall with a sickening crunch.

" My underwear covers more skin then this!" he growled.

"If it's any condolence you look great in lip loss and a tank top," this remark only caused Chase to glower more and attempt to cover his midriff. The red tank top was clearly not designed for him and ended at his last ribs revealing more flesh then he had shown for nearly 1500 years.

"Great gams for a older fellow,"

"Jack says what?" Raimundo joked.

"I have to go blog about your embarrassing behavior now!"

"But it's true! Look at them!" Jack pointed to Chases' legs unabashed.

"No I mean saying gams, who says that any more?"

Meanwhile Chase was steaming at the ears and it was becoming apparent that all the self restraint in the world would be useless to him now. His golden eyes turned hazy and a smile reminiscent of a malevolent child's spread across his lips.

"Your turn Jack."

"Crud."