This took a while and I'm not sure I like how it ends. I just felt guilty that I hadn't updated this in a while, I'm running out of ideas and trying to finish a bunch of other actual story fanfictions. (yes not just oneshots.) So give me ideas for this and I'll write more. Other wise it will probably take me a while. In other news watch out for something by me that will probably be called Serenity. It's a Firefly Xiaolin Showdown crossover where the Xiaolin cast Pilots the ship. It envolves some weird pairings and I'm already a third of the way done. A teaser is up on my deviant art account. (the names Wycca.)
Chase twisted and turned under his sheets delirious and half blind from fever. Thoughts and memories swirled around in his head making it hard for him to even tell who he was and where he was. He moved onto his back and threw the covers off only to find he was now freezing cold. Chase hoisted the covers back over him with a barely audible moan.
Meanwhile Jack Spicer crept by the bed like a shadow, hardly appearing in the darkness, his new night vison goggles made it easy for him to detect everything in the gloom down to the smallest detail. They had been tested in a rush of foresight so he expected them to work, what he didn't expect was to see Chase laying in a convoluted mess of blankets , sweating and shivering.
Chase looked up from half lidded eyes. In the gloom his eyes picked up one color, a sort of reddish orange. What could he remember that was orange?
"Guan?" He asked in a tentative, hoarse, whisper.
Jack stepped back with his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest. His hands clamped onto what was nearest, a chest of drawers, for support. Didn't Chase remember? Jack had seen what happened to Guan with his own two eyes, had seen the battle. He knew that Guan now lay in the Xiaolin temple getting closer to death every second. Jack also knew that is was all Chases fault.
"Guan, " he began again. " I hope you make Dragon instead of me, honest I'm fine with it.I'm sorry I was angry."
Spicer stepped closer to hear his words. His ears must be deceiving him. He could think of nothing that would persuade Chase Young to give up a position of power. Even a one on the Xiaolin side.
"Make us proud, but.. .should you need us.... we'll always be your brothers in arms."
Jack's pale fingers brushed a lock of sweaty hair off of Chase's forehead.
"He's burning up, delirious," he said sadly. Jack tucked the blankets around Chase and ran out of the room wiping his sleeve on his eyes and smearing his makeup into black smudges. He had never had any close friends himself, preferring to eschew humans for his robots and games, but hearing a apology for something that now seemed so trivial....
As Jack turned for a last look at Chase's lair a thought crossed his mind. Maybe, just maybe, if he put aside his general contempt for the Xiaolin, he could help.