This is definitely the shortest update I've done so far, but I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

CHAPTER 3

It was high noon, the usual time Jack Spicer toyed with his robots. He was using a welder's torch to burn the metal of a robot's head together, head nodding to his blasting stereo. The redhead was getting a headache- and not because of his constant head banging. This specific bot had been causing the genius many issues recently. There had been times it would attack the other bots, sometimes it would short fuse and catch fire- it had nearly attacked his mother. Thankfully Jack had his trusty wrench at his side. A hard knock to the head. Nature's kill switch. The genius switched the torch off and pulled his goggles back on top of his head, wiping his forehead with a nearby cloth. It was not the cleanest, and it smudged his forehead in soot, but it was better than having beads of sweat rolling down his face. With a sigh Jack reached into his toolbox, pulling out a heavy duty wrench. He watched it glint in the light, frowning as he adjusted the size to fit one of the bolts. Once that was fixed he had turned his attention back to his defective experiment, loosening the cover to reach the battery and wire compartment. The battery was a small chip no longer than his thumb and the wires intertwined in a highway of electrical currents. Jack adjusted his gloves and put his goggles back into place. He grabbed a stand and magnifying glass, using the stand to keep the glass in place as he leaned in for a closer examination. He had instantly noticed a loose wire in the midst of the mess, groaning as he nit and picked with his tongs and needle.

As Jack worked his way through the clutter, an all too unfamiliar face pranced down the stairs. The first thing the genius had noticed were the white slacks. He groaned, leaning back to look at his good counterpart. Good Jack beamed at Jack, setting down a plate near the tool box. It was fine china, as usual, a toasted sandwich being presented right at the center. Good Jack leaned closer and poured his bad self a cup of green tea, tilting his head with a sweet smile. "Hey buddy! I made you your favorite- no mayo and light on the lettuce!"

"Can't you see I'm busy," Jack snapped. Good Jack blinked in surprise at the tone. Nonetheless the vested menace stayed in his place as he stared Jack over with a bewildered expression. After mere moments of tinkering the evil genius turned his attention back to the plate, the frown still present on his face. "You melted the cheddar cheese, right?"

Good Jack giggled, tapping Bad Jack's nose at the change of heart. "And I cooked the turkey ham too!"

The genius' frown deepened as he had looked over at the plate once more. As Good Jack had said the ham was cooked and the cheese was melted, and to top it off he had toasted the bread with butter and cut off the crust; not that he had anything against the crusts, he liked the dark edges because they reminded him of his dark soul and that everything had its flaws, but it was still nice. Maybe too nice. Regardless Jack shrugged off his jacket, pushing away from his table as he stalked into his personal bathroom. He unstrapped his gloves and harshly flicked them to a sludgy corner. He washed his hands with the antibacterial soap his mother had bought for him some time ago, drying them off with a nearby hand towel. Jack rarely used it but not because he did not value his hygiene. He liked to keep his workplace strictly business- which meant he ate his meals upstairs whenever he snapped out of his spells. When Jack made his way back to the table his counterpart had already beat him there, cutting the sandwich into four little sandwiches for what he called 'easy digestion'. Jack's red eyes narrowed as he grabbed the plate before slumping on the couch, easily tossing one of the sandwiches in his mouth. As Bad Jack chewed rudely and watched Good Jack's every move, Good Jack took the genius' break to look at his handiwork. With a smile he picked up the head of the robot, turning it upside down and shaking it a bit. Jack immediately shot out of his seat and yanked the head away, thwacking the back of Good Jack's head.

"Don't mess with my robots!" The genius held the robot head close to his own, sniffling as he stared at the ceiling with saddened puppy dog eyes, caressing the cool metal with his free hand. "They're fragile," he added as he wiped away at a fake tear.

Good Jack frowned apologetically, clasping his hands together. "I'm sorry, Jackie. I did not realize they mean so much to you..."

Bad Jack's frown returned as he turned the other cheek with a disapproving humph, setting the robot's head back to it's original spot on the table. "Yeah, well, they do." Then Jack took his chair, tipping it back far enough so he could kick his feet up on the table. Good Jack frowned sadly, retreating to the couch to drink his chocolate milk. He always felt like he was in the background. Whenever he tried to help Jack with an experiment, the other brushed him off like a fly. When he tidied up his work space, Jack would ruin it all over with another explosion, or even worse, just not clean up after himself. Good Jack let out a lonesome sigh, slouching in the chair. Sometimes I wish he would see me as an equal. We're the same person. The blue vested boy peered up from the chocolate bits floating in his drink. Once again his other half was nitpicking at the same robot, the sparks bouncing off the metal table top and onto the floor until they would die out. His frown deepened. Yet so different... Good Jack pressed his back against the cushion, yelping in surprise. He stood up enough enough to retrieve what he had sat on, glancing it over curiously. It was a mechanism the size of a television remote, the only thing to catch his interest were arrows pointing in all directions. He held it by the antennae as it blinked, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Huh. That's weird."

The genius looked over at Good Jack with a mouthful of sandwich, leering. "What are you looking at?"

Good Jack tugged at his vest and walked over to his counterpart, showing the blinking remote. He kept looking over it curiously, not sure what to make of it. "I think it's defective. Is this supposed to be a homing device? Maybe a GPS? Because if this explodes, I'm not paying for the damages."

Bad Jack stared at the mechanism with no trace of interest. He waved it off, yawning. "Eh. It's probably not important. But it does look familiar." Out of curiosity the self proclaimed evil genius picked up the machine. It had jagged cookie cut edges, and fit really well in the palm of his hand. This left an unsettling nausea in his stomach. Jack was never one to forget about his inventions. He always programmed each bot and machine for a specific purpose. His machines always had a motive. A mission. A program.

So why did he not remember this one?

With a heavy sigh Jack swiveled his chair to his filing cabinet, popping open a file under the letter X. Everything he had ever designed for non-house purposes was stored in there. As he shuffled through the blueprints, Good Jack swayed over to the doors that led to the outside, letting out a content sigh as the sun kissed his skin. He loved the warmth it provided, but was always stuck inside. Albinism had it's kinks. Specifically, the sun was not his friend. When Good Jack went outside, he would have to wear a sunhat and long sleeves. He was afraid the exposure would burn his skin, and he was afraid of getting cancer. Yes. Cancer would not of been good for him or his garden. His Tiger Lilies and Rose bushes always bloomed their best in the Spring, and it was beautiful. He loved the vibrant colors and the fresh scents, but the best part was watching his hard work turn into something everyone could enjoy. Mother was always more than happy to invite her acquaintances and the neighbors over for her socialite events. It was better than sitting in the living room, discussing business over a plate of Orderves. At least when there were guests. Most days Jane Spicer would be on the road selling for a cosmetics line. This left Jack, and Jack, alone most of the time. Good Jack cooked, and Bad Jack breathed: that was the cycle.

Good Jack's train of thought was interrupted by a malicious laugh, which scared the daylights out of the yin out of Good Jack. He frowned as he hugged himself, nearly screaming "What was that for?"

Triumphantly Jack slipped on his trench coat and twirled to face Good Jack, a dark smirk on his face as he waved the device in his hand. The right arrow on the remote was still blinking. "Do you know what this is?"

"No."

"It's my Shen Gong Wu Detector! I made it when Wuya turned on me so I wouldn't need her abilities anymore. It's programmed to detect and lead me to any active Shen Gong Wu." Bad Jack let the sentence trail off, eyes flashing dangerously. "Do you know what this means, Jack?"

Good Jack twiddled his thumbs nervously. He opened his mouth, closed it again to think, then opened his mouth again when he had an answer. "That a Shen Gong Wu has activated?"

"Exactly!" Jack pushed away from the table, letting out an evil laugh. He waved his finger in the air, beckoning the Jackbots to follow. Good Jack surged forward, blocking his evil counterparts' only way out. Jack bared his teeth. "Get outta my way, loser. I have a wu to find."

Good Jack vigorously shook his head, a strand of his ginger hair falling over his forehead. "No!" Good Jack straightened out his sweater vest and held his head high, adding in a matter-of-fact tone. "You promised mother you would play with Megan today, remember?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "She's a brat that doesn't appreciate the art of mechanics... And I don't feel like it." He pushed sweaters out of the way, the smile crossing his face as he pulled on his heli-pack. Before Good Jack could object, the doors opened and he was caught in the stampede of metal and bolts. After hundreds of Jackbots later, Good Jack peered up from his hiding place under the table, which he was tackled into, and sighed sadly. Being the 'Good House Maid' he was, Good Jack closed the doors and grabbed the broom looking around at the pieces of rubble and sheet metal. He frowned. Why am I always stuck with the cleaning? Good Jack slumped his shoulders, smiling as he returned to his usual self. "No matter! I'll have this place cleaned in no time!" Good Jack skipped to the radio, blasting his ears with Jack's death metal tracks. He yelped and turned the volume down. The language! With a shudder he turned the dial, working at the radio for a while before turning to his favorite station. It was playing a bubbly, teenage girls' pop song- and he could not be more happy! His smiled brightened as he sashayed around the basement, singing along to what would be his favorite song of the hour.

Bad Jack: *crossing his arms, staring me down* Why is he in the story.

Good Jack: *looks on either side of him, then looks at us smiling* :D

Me: Because I love you and Good Jack! *turns to the fourth wall* I hope you enjoyed this update. Please, Read and Review and stay tuned for the next update! ;D