The hair color thing was Shadir's idea who was the first person to give me something to write about. It turned into something different but originally it was supposed to be Chase wondering what was up with Jacks hair. Sorry about that. So I'm not sure if Chase is good or evil here. I'm going to go with good personally, but if you really want, sleep deprived evil Chase can be very nice for whatever reason. Yay good Chase! You know he rules. I'd like to take this space to thank all my reviewers and people who read and don't review. There is another short coming up after this. it's actually about Chase and Guan though which is why it's going up with this.
"For the love of crap it's three am, what do you want Jack?" Chase stood, albeit a bit wobbly, just outside his door. Jack stood in front of him holding a ragged eared teddy bear in the crook of one arm.
"I had a nightmare, it's scary here! Why can't I stay with mommy! I mean mom!"
Chase sighed, it was really a bad time for this. What was he supposed to say? That Spicer's mom had been netted by the men in the white coats and wasn't going to be available until three days past and she was deemed 'not a threat'? His mother was lovely, perhaps not playing with a full deck, but lovely. So he was stuck baby sitting and silently cursing Spicer's who always seemed to be away traveling for business.
"Because I'm babysitting you, she is unavailable. What more do you want?" He nearly smacked his head against the wall, not worth being up at three am for.
" Can I have a story then?" He said with a pleading look. For the love of...that's silly, Spicer was nearly fifteen, that's a grown boy asking for a three am bedtime story!
"Sigh, fine, you may have a story," Chase started to walk towards the room he had placed Jack in but Jack had other ideas and bounded into Chase's room as Chase looked on in horror.
"Not in my room!" He near shrieked as he rushed in to find Jack sitting comfortably where he was sleep about 3 minutes ago.
"Story time!" Jack said with a grin. He picked up a blue clad pillow and nestled himself around it.
"Wow, you're really making yourself at home aren't you little annoyance?" Chase murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing, onto the story, " Chase sat back down on his bed wishing he could be asleep instead of story telling. He placed himself a good two feet away from the boy and rested against the headboard and a remaining pillow.
"What kind of story do you want?" He asked while staring at the top of Jacks, it was very distracting, the colors in his hair were off. Some strands were white but the rest were bright red orange.
"An exciting story!" Chase nodded but kept looking at his hair. What was wrong with it?
"Spicer, what is wrong with your hair?"
Jack looked freaked out.
"Oh my gosh is the dye washing out!" He said frantically.
"Dye? A few strands are white..." Chase reached out to look at the offending strands but decided against it.
"I must have missed them when I dyed my hair."
"Why do you dye it such a...bright color?" Chase asked.
"I'm albino, my hairs white. I, don't really like it. People made fun of me. So now I dye it, if I'm going to be a freak I want to be a freak on my own terms."
Chase smiled, that was surprising coming from Spicer. It was even brave in its own way and more importantly it made him forget how much he wanted to strangle the little brat for waking him up.
"You still want a story right?" Chase looked at Jack who nodded.
"Once upon a time there was a little boy, he was a orphan in a time and place when that wasn't acceptable. So instead of settling down in one village he traveled all the time. His only companion was a water dragon who couldn't always be with him. The boy couldn't always find food, or shelter, and only a few people were kind enough to let him in for a meal or the night. He should have grown up bitter, but he saw the world and saw all the hurt and poverty and starvation, he couldn't do it. The boy knew what it was like to suffer, so he chose a different path. He helped everyone he could, they had called him worthless but he was determined to grow up a man, not a lout even if there was no one to guide him...." Here Chase stopped and drew in a deep breath. Jack listened with great interest.
"Everyone thought he was going to turn out bad. He was weak, he fought for what he believed in but he fought dirty. He was afraid of everything and nothing, the dragon saw this and left him alone believing that the boy was acting good only under his own influence. He cried but kept doing good. He grew stronger, refused to kneel except to thank who was watching over him."
"What happened to him?" Jack interrupted. Chase bit his lip and tilted his head back onto the pillow.
"He grew up to be a great warrior," Chase finally finished before closing his eyes. Jack nudged him a bit but to his credit Chase had told his story and fallen asleep.