Title – Jack's new pet

Summary – Jack is more of a dog person really, but when a random cat shows up at his house on a stormy night, Jack takes it in; he maybe evil but not heartless. But there's a secret to the cat…that cat isn't really a cat. CHACK.

Warning – Attempted Suicide

Jack sighed as he finally made it back home he opened the front door and sighed once again as he was greeted to an empty house. He slowly made his way inside and through the chilly house; down to his basement where he paused at the bottom of the stairs and turned on the lights to see his basement just as he left it, only now covered in a thin layer of dust.

His Jack-bots shut down and broken.

His helipack fried and on the table.

A first aid kit out and opened up.

Jack slumped down into his chair, he just sat there as everything hit him; he actually tried to take his own life…Jack glanced down at the cement floor where his orange pill bottle laid. He felt tears sting his eyes before they fell down his face; he was so happy in his coma…he actually was the happiest he's been a very long time. Jack slowly reached down and picked up the bottle, he looked at the prescription and saw that he had one refill left.

"Maybe"

He mumbled, completely unware of the yellow eyes watching his every move, he slowly turned to a dust covered cellphone as it started to ring, Jack answered it and set it to speaker. Bad idea.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! FIVE MONTHS IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL?! DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH MONEY THAT'S GOING TO COST ME?!"

A loud and very angry woman's voice broke the wonderful silence of Jack's lab, Jack just sat there staring at the phone as the awful screeching continued, it was actually worse than Wuya's…which was surprising.

"I know you're there! Answer me you worthless piece of faggot trash! God damnit! I said to fuckin-"

The screeching suddenly stopped after a loud bang echoed throughout the lab, Jack stood up holding a still smoking pistol, a cold stare at the phone.

"Useless…worthless…pathetic"

He mumbled as he lowered the gun only to reload it without a second thought and looked down at it.

"Faggot trash…stupid…worm"

He mumbled again as he slowly lifted the gun and pressed it again his left temple; tears fell again as he felt the cool medal against his skin, his hand shook as he took a deep breath…and pulled the trigger.

Chase Young had absolutely no idea why he decided to follow Spicer home after that showdown, or even why he was so shocked to see the whole house was empty aside for Spicer's basement where his lab was kept. Was Spicer alone? Where was his parents? Why was Chase Young in the shadows watching Spicer slowly patch up his wounds? What was this…feeling he had about it? Chase did not like this feeling and demanded it to stop, which of course it didn't; it only worsened as he watched Spicer start to take pill after pill after pill, that last he knew that boy didn't need any kind of pill. They clearly weren't for pain as Spicer moved and let out a cry of pain, why did he need pills then? Was the boy mental? Chase watched as Spicer got up and walked two steps before he fell face first into the floor, Chase almost…almost ran to his side but the monks beat him to it; Chase listened to what they were saying he didn't care when he found that they were sleeping pills but a signal word caught his ears and he felt his inner dragon rawr at the word.

"Overdose"

Since then Chase refused to leave his bedside, he was sickened by the tube down his throat to help him breath and all the wires hooked up to him; he felt the feeling again when he heard that Spicer sent himself into an overdose coma from his sleeping pills. Why? Why did he feel…this…this regret? Did he fancy Spicer? Well…he was thin and looked like a female, even smelt like one; Chase let his mind wonder as he sat in the chair, looking over Spicer. His white hair, washed from any dyes, his normally deep ruby eyes, his white skin, Chase was surprised when his inner dragon rawred with need of the young tech.

The only times Chase ever left was if the monks stopped by, they would stay for an hour before leaving again, then Chase would sit in the chair again, he held Spicer's hand tightly; for five months…five months he sat in the chair, he almost transformed three times due to lack of his soup.

"You need to wake up, this instant"

Chase first stated as a demand, he was getting tired of sitting here; but couldn't make himself to leave the bedside.

"You're completely useless, wake up"

He growled as he inner dragon wanted out and close to its soon mate, he hung his head and mumbled lowly, just as a very powerful Wu reveled itself. Once Chase couldn't let in other hands.

"Please, Spicer. Wake up"

He stood and kissed his forehead before he vanished. When Chase came back after he got the Wu…he was greeted at an empty bed, Chase checked the bed and found it warm. He was just here, Chase growled before he vanished and appeared in Spicer's lab; he found Spicer sitting in a chair looking at a orange bottle before taking that awful phone call. Chase's eyes widened as he took in the site of Spicer holding a gun before it was reloaded and held to his head. Was he going to kill himself?!

Chase moved quicker than he's ever moved before and pushed the gun up as Jack fired it, Jack jumped and opened his eyes to look at Chase; it took a few moments for Jack to register that Chase was close to him, he suddenly backpedaled and tripped over the chair, he fell back onto the ground and struggled to get his breath back as pain filled his system. He slowly tried to get up.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Chase asked as he glared at Spicer, his glare dropped when he heard the weak response.

"Yes. I am"

Before Chase could say anything, Jack managed to stand up and kept his eyes to the ground and spoke.

"What do you care? As I recall…I'm just a pathdic worm to you"

He stated as he glanced at him before he looked away and slowly walked over to a bot and activated it only to have it blown up in his face and Wuya's laughter echoed throughout the room. Chase caught Spicer as he was thrown back, Jack struggling to breathe again, Chase let out a very inhuman growl.

"Oh please. You don't scare me Chase. You've became soft"

She stated as she landed and smirked at them, she sighed at Jack's state.

"Just look at you Jack. You should have died in that coma"

She taunted as Chase felt his inner dragon shift and want control. Chase looked down at Jack who was barely awake; Chase lifted the small male in his arms and vanished with him. When Jack woke up again, he was in a rather large bed with silk sheets; confused he tried to sit up but a voice next to him stopped him.

"Don't you dare get out of this bed, Spicer"

Jack looked over and blinked as he saw Chase without his armor on, he just stared before he was gently pulled to Chase's chest.

"I must have died"

Chase looked down at him and arched an eyebrow.

"Why so?"

"Because you would never let me in your house, let alone your bed. I don't remember the pain of shooting myself"

He mumbled as he felt his eyes sting again before they fell, why couldn't he just be happy? Why did he have to die to be happy?! Chase made Jack look at him before he wiped his tears, before he spoke.

"Stop babbling or I will personally kick you out"

He stated before he realized that it came out meaner than he meant, he looked at Jack to apologize but saw that he was crying again.

"This is real. It's actually happening"

He sniffed as he rubbed his face, Chase just watched him before he shifted to his dragon form and wrapped himself around Jack, Jack looked confused before he ran his hand down his body.

"You haven't had your soup in a while"

He stated as Chase just gave a rumble back, Jack chuckled as he continued to run his hand down his body. He could get used to this. Just Jack and his new pet.