Author's Note: Thanks to all my reviewers (and lurking readers) for your support! Well, the story is winding down. After this there are only two more chapters. One is finished and being proof read while the other one is half way finished. It's getting hard to finish this simply because I have at least six different ideas of how to end it.

Anyways! Enough of my ranting! Read and enjoy!

Chapter Four: And Down Came Her Girdle

Wednesday

Hannibal silently waited for a little meeting he had set up. Ying-Ying's news had been about Wuya. No one really knew where she had gone after she left Chase's place. Honestly, no one really cared either. Unfortunately, where ever she had skulked off to news of Chase's wedding had reached her and she just had to put her nose it in. Hannibal knew if she showed up Morgan would suspect Chase of cheating on her. That was one thing that he couldn't have happening. Morgan was a very jealous brat and would not tolerate an 'open' relationship of any kind. Not even the slightest acknowledgment that the other existed. Wuya appeared at the designated clichéd spot of Stonehenge. She hadn't changed at all.

"Evening Miss. Wuya." Hannibal said with false courtesy. The Heylin witch snapped her attention to the bean. She seemed as irritable as ever too.

"What do you want?" Wuya snapped at him. Hannibal shrugged though they both knew he really did want something.

"Just to say hello to a good friend of mine that's all."

"Well then good-bye, because I have somewhere to be." Just as she began to stock off the Bean snatched her wrist.

"Oh you do, my dear, you do. Sphere of Yun!" He cried. Wuya gasp as Hannibal imprisoned her in an unbreakable, multicolored bubble.

"What is the meaning of this!" She screeched. She pounded her fist against the bubble though it was futile. Hannibal didn't answer as he opened a portal to the Ying-Yang world using the stolen Shen Gong Wu. He shoved the bubble inside and closed the portal.

"Well. That takes care of her." He smirked dusting off his tentacles. Ying-Ying flew in low and perched on one of the old stones above. It chattered low and quietly to its master as it did before. Only now it relayed a different message.

"Damn it! No doubt it's Chase's fault." Ying-Ying bobbed its head in agreement, but there was more to the message. Hannibal growled furiously. Great! Now there was more non-sense he had to fix back at Chase's layer.

"This stressful, overly complicated plan better work." Hannibal muttered to no one, but himself.

Meanwhile a thousand miles and a scene transition later, there was a knock on Chase's door. Morgan yelled at everyone to keep diligently working while she answered the door. She had cooled down just enough to have everyone working double time to get all the old decorations taken down.

Morgan sighed and smoothed out her hair as she opened the stone door. Horrid squeals echoed throughout Chase's palace. He growled as he looked up. The Xiaolin Monks were on his door step… His humiliation was going to be on a globe scale by the end of this story.

"Kimiko!" Morgan smiled as she embraced her friend. "It's so good to see you!"

"You know them?" He growled.

"Ch! Please! Chasey! We're rich girls of course we know each other! Duh!" Morgan rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. "Well, I don't know her friends, but- whatever."

"So good to see you haven't changed a bit…" Kimiko muttered at the flippant remark about her friends. "But seriously we need to talk."

"Oh sure! Sure! Hey! Could you're guy friends help with the decorations?" She smiled as she walked over to them. "I mean they look so strong and... capable?"

"Well, we really stopped by to-" Omi began, but was cut off.

"Fantastic!" She cheered! "You sweeties can go over there and fish out the turtles!" She gave the boys a push. "Have fun!"

"I thought you said you would tolerate 'my' turtles." Chase muttered with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh yah, about that- I lied." She laughed. Suddenly looking serious she added darkly; "Now get back to work! Come on Kimiko! We can go talk in my room!"

Chase sighed as he helped take down the ruined decorations. That Morgan was pushy. Why the hell was he taking orders from her!? The was the great dark prince for crying out loud! He growled and dropped the garland he had been working with and began to walk off. Lance himself was busily untying some slashed up paper lanterns nearby.

"Don't think I don't see what you're up too." Chase paused temporarily. He looked up the ladder at Lance. Lance finally pulled one of the lanterns off. He looked at Chase with an icy glare.

"What?"

"Don't play stupid, I know you did this." Lance stopped his work and looked down on Chase. Chase inwardly smacked himself.

"Damn Author! You just can't make it easy can you?!"

"Who the Hell are you talking too?!"

"No one! Damn it!" Chase yelled. The Heylin wizards lunged for each other's throats. People stopped to watch them pound each other's face. It was the first time since his childhood that Chase just fought. There was no real martial arts involved, no magic, no real motives- just two dumb guys beating the crap out of each other. It kind of looked like a school yard fight between two second graders.

"A week's worth of choices says the old guy kicks Chase's butt." Raimundo said as he sat back by the pond to watch the fight.

"Most defiantly we shall take that bet! Ow!" Omi gasped as he lifted his hand out of the water with a turtle clamed tightly to his pinky finger.

"Okay everyone! I've brought snacks fo-" Mrs. Le Faye stopped mid-sentence when she saw the two grown men fighting on the floor. "Um… You know what! I think I'll um… just- leave."

Thursday

Morgan scowled at the incomplete work left over. It was currently four in the morning and no one else was up yet. Chase and her father's ridiculous skirmish last for several hours. Once she had broken the fight up the two men refused to finish working and stocked off to their bed rooms. Kimiko and her friends left promising to be back for the wedding.

"RA!" She growled out as she kicked a paper lantern that had been left on the floor. It instantly it bust into pink flames and designated in mid air.

Morgan's magic wasn't exactly stable. Magic is very connected to the mind and emotions. This meant Morgan's thinking would often get twisted with what she really wanted and her lack of magical control.

As she walked past the decorations that were supposed to be taken down they would burst into a pink flame. The blue corridors and halls were now ablaze with a fierce pink glow. She growled as she reflected on the conversation she had had with Kimiko yesterday.

Kimiko and Morgan sat on her bed, the place were all official girl chats took place. Morgan smiled at her good friend.

"So what is it you need to talk about?" She said.

"Well, it's about the wedding." Kimiko muttered nervously. Morgan looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I just- It's just- You shouldn't marry Chase!" She blurted out. An awkward silence hung in the air. Kimiko, unsure of what to say next, opened her mouth and hoped what she said would come out good, "He's evil! You know that right? He's old, really old, and creepy and- he's practically not human!"

Morgan still kept quite. Kimiko bit her lower lip hoping her friend would understand what she was saying.

"You don't understand Kimiko. I know he loves me and isn't that what matters?" Morgan got up and pulled open her desk drawer and pulled out a letter. She had taken them all back from her father. She smiled at it and sighed as she put it back in the draw feeling reassured. "I don't get it. Everyone tells me to find a man who loves me for who I am and when I do everyone says that he's the wrong guy? Why is that? Hm?"

"Morgan-"

"I'm so pissed off with everyone trying to tell me what to do."Morgan's eyes bore into her dear friend. Suddenly the room became hotter and the air became thick with more than just tension.

"Something doesn't feel right." Kimiko muttered.

"Well, You know what I think? I think that-" There was a crash outside Morgan's growing wrath was diverted from her friend. "Now what?"

"Come let's go see what's going on…" Kimiko muttered having a feeling it was 'guy stupidity'…

Morgan finally stopped in front of a reflecting pool. She was panting in a cold sweat. He loves me! He does! He has too! Her disjointed thoughts yelled inside of her. Morgan's once soft blue eyes were dilated and set firmly, smoldering, on her reflection. A wide eyed turtle swam up to her hoping she might have a snack for him. It gently poked its head above the surface right in the middle of the wretched girl's reflection. It blinked as ripples spawned from the water's slight disturbance.

Ying-Ying flew and landed on a branch just above the reflection pond. It sat impassively as it watched Morgan deliver a terrible end to the poor, little turtle. Hannibal himself stood in the shadows, somewhat impressed by the dark magic this air headed girl could do. Morgan had left quite a mess, especially after what she had done to that turtle. Morgan didn't realize that she had an audience while she silently walked back to her room not even remembering what she had just done. He quietly put out the flames using a spell of his own and clean up any traces of violence. Chase couldn't find out just yet about her 'problems'. This was why Hannibal picked out Morgan for his plan. She was utterly psychotic and didn't even know it.

Morgan woke up later in the day than everyone else. The last thing she remembered was pre-ordering a new dress online and having to go to Hong Kong to pick it up. It was the closest anyone dared to deliver to the Land of Nowhere. Sissy pansies…

She cursed silently remembering that the old decorations needed to come down and be replaced. She quickly got dressed in a white sundress with matching pink sandals and jacket. She really didn't feel like doing anything to day. This whole marriage was going to hell in a hand basket. Chase, in particular, wasn't making things easier for her either.

"It's okay! Everything will calm down after the wedding." She whispered to herself as she ran down the stairs. Her cheeks burned a slight pink remembering some of her favorite letters he had written to her. "He does love me. He's just as stressed out as I am and that's all there is to it!"

Chase was practicing his martial arts in a very large and forgotten room in the deeper parts of his dark citadel. It had been years even since he had been back there. The room was very open, yet away from all the commotion. It was the first time he had gotten a moment's peace to practice.

"Chase?" A voice rang out.

"Er, Son of B-"

"Are you busy?" He turned to face the bane of his existence who had addressed him.

Morgan seemed a little off today. There were dark rings under her eyes, yet they still held that sparkle of sweetness and determination. Chase scowled and pretended that he hadn't heard her as he went back to training. She persisted;

"I was hoping you'd come with me to get my new dress or maybe help pick out some decorations. You know. Somehow all the old decorations were taken down! Isn't that great!?" She giggled, thinking Chase had done it to please her. She hadn't even notice the ashy smell as she marveled at how much work had been done. Chase continued on as if he hadn't heard her still. Morgan frowned slightly.

"I was hoping we could spend some time together." Chase sighed exasperatedly and finally responded to the girl's request.

"I am busy, so I can't spend time with you." He stated without looking at her. Morgan's hand twitched.

"Please?" She whispered. "I want to be with you today."

"No!" He snapped. Morgan's eye twitched at Chase's rejection.

"I said- Spend time with me! Damn it!" She growled and tackled him to the ground.

"Get off you stupid girl!" She clung to him the same way she had when they had first met. He growled as he tried to push her off to no avail. Chase Young, the conqueror of great warriors, master of evil, was being held captured by a hormonally driven teenage girl. Wow! That sentence didn't sound right!

Morgan rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Damn! How he wished he could use his spikes in his shoulder guard to impale her stupid face! Chase kept struggling to get out of Morgan's death lock. He could be doing something else right now, but no. He was stuck with some love sick puppy on clinging to him like an octopus on a clam. He growled again as he tried prying her off by her waist.

"Oh hey! Chase! Morgan!" It was Jack Spicer.

"Double son of a B-" Sorry Chase! That's just how it goes! Anyways- Morgan looked up from Chase's shoulder, her eyes smoldered furiously that her alone time with Chase was cut short. Jack stopped wide-eyed.

"Oh… Am I- you know- interrupting something?" Jack made an awkward hand gesture to illustrate what he meant. Chase felt heat rush to his cheek at what the idiot was implying. Before he could respond, Morgan stood up abruptly and walked over to Jack. Her eyes were wide and dilated. He gulped knowing he was in huge trouble. Her fist tightened.

SMACK!

Jack fell to the floor unconscious as Morgan stormed off to who knows were. The dark Heylin master stood up grateful to have that brat off of him. He looked at Spicer. It wasn't a very pretty sight, but since when was Jack ever a pretty sight? He had a black eye. From the way his nose was bleeding it looked like that girl had broken his nose too. Chase shrugged and left poor Jack to go find something he could do to utterly destroy his 'relationship'.