Someone asked for alternate universe and here it is. At least I think someone asked.... Enjoy.
"Oh in 'tarnation! Someone go help Spicer!" Clay gestured towards the very distraught redhead sobbing in the grass. Kimiko looked up from her PDA with a 'I did it last time' stare at Raimundo who had started to sneak away as soon as he heard the phrase 'help Spicer'.Omi wasn't even at the temple, instead he was out scouting for the remaining Heylin.
Chase looked at the group with a resigned sigh and realizing no one else was going to help Spicer ,he got up from his lotus position. Chase carelessly flipped a long black strand of hair out of his eyes and turned to Clay.
"I'll do it Clay."
"Really partner? I know it's not really your place but he ain't gonna stop till afer the cows have been home and milked less someone distracts him."
Chase shrugged.
"I wouldn't be able to meditate with him bawling like that anyway," he said as he began to walk towards Jack. Spicer was sitting crying by a colony of ants and Chase could guess what had happened. He had stepped on one or some such. Pity he was so soft hearted, it wasn't really his fault, he was all good and no evil. It made for a unbalanced person.
Chase reached out his hand tentatively and tapped Jack on his back as to not startle him. He took one look at Jack and nearly turned right back around to say 'Raimundo it's your turn."
The boys eyes and nose were red rimmed and leaking and he had smeared dirt from his hands on his face from when he had tried to dry his tears.
"I stepped on the poor ants Chase!" He said while blowing his nose into the center of a already sopping wet handkerchief.
"Spicer if you care about the ants so much you must stop crying on them, you'll only drown the creatures.," and that being said he plucked Spicer off the ground. He refused to touch either of Jack's hands opting instead for his shoulder. Chase led him into his own room, a small one, right off the monks sleeping cubbies.
They all suspected that it was a rather large, disused, closet that Chase had turned into a bedroom but he had denied that point claiming that you wouldn't be able to fit a sleeping mat into a closet. Jack's blubbering abated slightly as he peeked into Chase's room, he didn't often let people in it and it was almost taboo to step foot in it without permission.
The room was indeed small, though not quite closet sized, and colored the same as the rest of the temple. In one corner sat a sleeping mat, pillow, a neatly folded blue blanket, and a chest(where he presumably kept his clothing) and in the other a small shelf filled with books.
Chase ushered Jack in and closed the door so that the only light came from smokeless torches, then he offhandedly handed Jack a bowl of water that Jack could have sworn he'd just seen empty.
"Clean yourself up Spicer," he said as he took the dirty handkerchief from Jack's hand. Jack complied and washed up while Chase prepared a pot of tea. That was not surprising in the least, he did seem to drink a awful lot of it. When Jack was finished cleaning Chase handed him a cup of the steaming liquid and a fresh handkerchief.
Tea had not been something Jack had drunkmuch off when he still had his evil chi, and then he had thought of it as bitter black leaves that came in small mesh bags that turned into a bitter dark brown liquid. The tea in his hands was a greenish-yellow color and smelled a bit like flowers. He took a sip, it tasted like flowers.
Chase was sipping at his own tea quite calmly and only seemed to notice Jack when he stopped drinking mid cup.
"You ought to finish that you know. You will have lost a lot of fluid from that spectacle of yours."
Jack nodded and finished the tea, still feeling a bit under the weather from all that crying. Chase looked at him, frowned, and grabbed something from his trunk.
"You're still a mess, " he said, as he lifted Jacks sunhat off his head and began to comb out his matted hair. Jack broke out of his melancholy with a giggle. In the course of combing and retying his ponytail Chases own hair had fallen across his face and into Jacks. It was soft and fluffy and tickled tremendously.
'You smell like saltwater," he chirped when his hat was back on, Chase smiled and rolled his eyes,
"At least it's better then chemically concocted strawberry, that I'm fairly certain belongs to Kimiko by the way."
Jack grinned sheepishly.
"Her hair's pretty and smells nice, and mine does too now!" Jack made a sudden motion, as if he was trying to latch onto Chase's hair and Chase quickly stood up. He made a elegant motion towards the door and opened it with a slight click.
"Come, lets see if the others want to finish watching Firefly, we should be starting Shindig!"
"Peachy!" Jack squealed as he sprang up from the floor and out into the hall.
"I can't believe they canceled such a great show," Chase muttered. "And without a satifying conclusion!"
"You know that sounds really familar Chase buddy."
FIREFLY OH HOW I MISS YOU! This stories summary has a firefly quote might as well reference it. By the way does anyone know how to get my windows movie maker to save to computer? Everytime I try it won't let me.