Alright everybody. This is one of those ideas that you get in the middle of the night while working on a chapter of Sky Heart and no matter what you do you can't get rid of it even though it's absolute crack. Chase has got to have a hobby. You'd get quite bored after fifteen hundred years. This is only Chack if you want it to be, it wasn't intended to be and I ship Chuya and Jashley, but I see how it could be. Anyway, Happy Boxing Day Eve and Fifth Night of Hanukkah (and I guess Christmas if you celebrate it.)
Disclaimer: While I own a nice new pair of slippers and a gift card to American Eagle, I don't own this.
Knitting
"I think I did pretty well if I do say so myself," Jack said, smirking and holding the new Wu under his arm as Wuya fiddled with the combination. "And I do."
"You slipped and fell down the mountain and Omi ran back to check on you, tripped and fell the rest of the way down, bringing Katnappe down with him. If that's how you define doing pretty well we need to have a chat," she said, adjusting her emerald green knit scarf. The door swung open and they walked in. They started towards the storeroom for the Wu, but Jack stopped when the oddest sight met his eyes.
Chase Young, his evil genius hero, an evil badass's evil badass, was sitting on a stone bench by one of the waterfalls, knitting furiously. He glanced up at them momentarily before resuming knitting whatever he was knitting. Jack bit his lip and walked on a little faster.
"Did you just see that?" he asked Wuya when he was pretty sure they were out of earshot.
"Did you ever wonder why there is a massive basket of yarn in the middle of the citadel?" she responded. He actually had, but figured that it was to keep the cats amused. At least now he had an explanation for why all of the cats had a constant supply of warm winter socks.
He shrugged and they deposited the Wu in the storeroom. Wuya went off to wherever it was she was going to go to do whatever it was she was going to do. He took the Monkey Staff back, his price for giving them the other Wu.
"Now Spicer," a voice said. He whipped around to find himself face to face with Chase Young. He looked dangerously calm and almost a little amused. Jack screamed in a very manly fashion like a man and not at all like a little girl. Chase laughed slightly. "Please Spicer. If I wanted to hurt you, you would be hurt." All of this said in a manner than plainly communicated, "You saw nothing and if you tell someone that you think you saw something, you will be taken out behind the chemical sheds and shot." Perhaps not in those exact words, Chase would probably pick something unpleasant involving really thin bamboo splinters and tigers, but the general gist of it was there.
"Well then erm…what do you want?" he asked, trying to get over his near heart attack.
"Nothing. Happy Holidays Spicer," he said, his point having been communicated.
Jack practically ran from the lair, not really afraid of Chase, but quite terrified by the prospect of showing up late to Christmas shopping with his mother. Breaking a yearly tradition might just be punishable with spending time at the spa in ritualized torture disguised as mother-son bonding.
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"How is it that six people can make such a mess?" he asked himself as he cleaned up wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Megan was probably the culprit, but his dad and Uncle John were like little kids when it came to unwrapping presents. He didn't feel like watching the same holiday movies that they watched every year, so he figured he's save himself some time and clean up while they weren't watching Elf.
He picked up a sheet of red paper and shoved it into the trash bag. He almost missed it, but underneath was a box wrapped in jade green paper with his name on it. His family had finished with the gift giving and were now mostly watching Frosty in the other room. The monks had sent him a gift, but the combination first aid kit and emergency stock of banana pudding and ginger ale was wrapped in red and gold. He was almost suspicious of the package.
He carefully unwrapped the box, putting the paper straight into the bag. It was an ordinary box, just plain thin cardboard. Inside however, there was a red and black knit beanie and a note in neat, but workmanlike handwriting. Take note, this does not mean that I approve of you. Rather I've gotten tired of you griping about being cold.
He put the hat on, it fit rather well. He was going to check it in the mirror in a few minutes. Snowboarding in Aspen this year was going to kick ass. Provided he didn't die from some hex embedded in the beanie beforehand.
Sorry if this wasn't very good and was more random than it was funny. I wanted to be nice to Jack at the end of the fic for once. Enjoy and review. I've got orange and cranberry pancakes for you if you review...no, it's not bribery. It's just persuasion through food...