Still taking suggestions, seriously why does no one want to order me on what to write? I want to write a Cherenity piece for a certain pink and red holiday that's coming so goodness knows when the next ones coming up. I'm tinkering with something about why Chase seems to be in control of at least three elements, but I've also got some weird aus and slight crossovers in mind.

He felt the grit of dirt under his fingers and the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. It was Xiaolin monks again, he knew they meant well, they were the ones who were supposed to save the world, but they kept on getting better. They kept on gaining Sheng Gong Wu while he was lucky to win a showdown a month. At this rate Jack should probably be honored that they even bothered to fight him for the wu.

Wuya and Hannibal had stopped using him for anything but lackey work and live bait and Chase hadn't been seen since Raimundo became Shoku Warrior. Three months had passed and no one had seen him, not even at his own citadel.

So Jack was here, kneeling by some deserted lake in China, too tired to stand up and too downtrodden to find the strength inside him that would help him get home. He knelt there, eyes closed in a attempt to stop the tears he felt burbling up inside of him.

Jack missed the slight sounds of footfall until it was too late and said person was already in front of him.

"Spicer...."

That voice, it was familiar, but in his moment of abject sorrow he couldn't quite place it. Instead he looked up to see a strong, slim hand reaching out to him.

"On your feet boy," the voice said. Jack scrunched further down into the dirt with a petulant look on his face.

"I don't want to, it's not worth it. I KEEP LOSING! I'm the loser now...." Jacks tears began to flow regardless of how embarrassing it was. His eyes were squeezed shut now, but he could still hear the mans heavy, angry breathing near him.

"Spicer you listen to me now, you've never done that before so this should be a new experience. I learned from my brother that you do not crumble like aged stone when faced with a challenge, faced with a loss. Strength comes from within, inner strength doesn't die with physical strength, but it does requires strength of will."

Jack looked up through blurry eye sight, just enough to see that the hand was still there, and a flash of blue cloth.

" And do you know what? I'll believe it in my heart until the day I die. When everyone else thought I was small and too weak to be of help he was the one who kept me fighting till I had proved myself to everyone."

"Who are you?" Jack replied with some of his usual pep back in his voice.

"You can't guess?" The voice rang out with a chuckle. "Then open your eyes."

Tentatively Jacks eyes fluttered open and he gaped at the face above him. It was Chase Young, but as he had never seen him, hand extended in a gesture of friendship and smiling golden eyes.

" You look really familiar,"he finally blubbered out. Chase ignored the comment but gave a slight smile.

"Are you getting up?" He replied.

"I don't understand...."

"Are you getting up?" Chase repeated.

Jack stared up at the hand, beaten, but not broken, he reached up and grabbed it with his own weedy hand. Leaning his full weight into it he slowly stood up and faced Chase with a shy grin.

"Thanks."