It seems Entropy is causing more of a ruckus than I predicted, Chase thought as he stared into his crystal ball. Perhaps I should focus less on Stryker and more on her.

The thought wasn't entirely pleasing. If Entropy's father discovered that Chase was going to take advantage of her surely he would try to stop him. They still hadn't mended the wounds from their last encounter.

He watched her, Jack and Stryker climb into the jet, then his eyes latched onto Stryker. He'd seen a flash of something odd, and when he turned back around, Chase felt a grin spread across his face. Things were getting very interesting.

******JP******

Wuya watched her sister stare into the mirror on her dresser with hollow eyes. They'd been in the same room for an hour, and Lula hadn't even turned to look at her.

"Saying that I'm sorry doesn't seem like enough," Wuya said quietly. "So can you just look at me so I can give you a reason."

Lula remained rigid. Wuya had expected as much. When her little sister had left the Heylin side to join Dashi they had had much of the same conversation, just flip-flopped.

"I'm not angry because you didn't tell me you were free," Lula finally said, her voice as empty as her eyes. "In fact, I completely understand why you didn't. "I'm upset because you dragged my son into this mess of Shen Gong Wu and Showdowns and chaos."

"I hadn't known Jack was yours, Lula." Wuya assured her again.

Lula shivered, then slowly turned to look at Wuya.

"Then he doesn't look anything like me?" she asked. "Is that what you're saying?"

Wuya started to answer, the. Paused and compared her sister and her nephew. Jack's red hair, pale face, his grin and his frown. How had she not seen any of this.

"...His eyes are red..." Wuya stated. "Is that...?"

"They're the only thing he got of his father," Lula said. "I wish he would have gotten something else, like his nose or his...height or something."

"He got his personality. Vincent was always quite energetic."

"...Yes, he was..."

They were silent, and Lula slowly came over and sat beside her sister.

"Do you think...he understood?" she asked. "I mean, I barely understood everything myself, you know?"

"I think he got a handle on it," Wuya assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "At least, as best as the rest of us did."

"The problem is that I don't know which one he is. It would be much easier to explain if we knew that."

"Yes, it would. But I suppose that's what happens when two Xiaolin monks have children."

The sound of a door closing caught the women's attention.

"They're home," Wuya said.

She waited for a response, then turned to look at her sister. Lula had her eyes squeezed shut.

"Lula? They're home."

Lula nodded, but didn't get up. Wuya squeezed her shoulder, then stood and went out of the room. Jack and the Youngs were coming in the back door to the kitchen when she arrived; Jack's eyes instantly went cold at the sight of her.

"I told you to get out," he snarled.

"I know," Wuya said. "But your mother told me to stay."

Entropy tried to pull Stryker downstairs so the two could be alone, but Stryker shrugged her off and stood his ground.

"Mom doesn't know you like I do," Jack said.

"And you don't know me like she does. Come now, Jack, I'm not lying this time."

"That doesn't mean you don't have some other motive."

"Does coming to your home, finding my sister, and telling you a prophecy that makes little to no sense to anyone seem like something that would bring forth some sort of reward?"

Jack started to say something, then paused and thought about that. Wuya straightened herself.

"Stryker?" The boy cocked an eyebrow at her challengingly. "Can you and Entropy give us a minute?"

Stryker narrowed his eyes at her.

"It's okay guys," Jack told him. "I'll be down in a sec."

Both hesitated, then went down the stairs. Wuya let a small smile on her face.

"Go into the basement, this time," she said.

There was a pause, then the basement door opened and closed. Wuya went to the table and sat down.

"Take a seat, Jack," she offered.

"Think I'll stand, nag," Jack snipped.

"Jack please-"

"No, Wuya, I think I'll stand."

The witch sighed.

"It's because we look alike to you now, isn't it?" she asked.

Jack's face flickered at her correct assumption. It was driving him absolutely crazy how much Wuya looked like his mother; the extremely maddening thing was that he hadn't seen it before. Shouldn't that have been something he would have picked up on?

"Look, Jack," Wuya gently started. "I know you're confused. Believe me, you're not the only one. But I'm not your enemy anymore. To be honest I don't know if I was-"

"You've ditched me for Chase four out of five times in a matter of a year," Jack growled, his fists tightening. "You periodically called me a moron and said I was a disgrace to your precious Heylin line."

His gaze pierced hers, and she felt shock at how mature it was. She'd never seen the boy act like this.

"You're telling me that in a matter of twenty-four hours I'm supposed to just let that all go?" he questioned. "C'mon Wuya. I may be forgiving, but I'm not an idiot."

Wuya had no answer for him. He was right on all counts, she shouldn't have expected him to so quickly forget their rocky relationship before all this. Jack sniffed and turned.

"Let's not do this again," he remarked.

She watched him descend the stairs to his workshop and sagged.

He will shun both sides, and create his own line.

Damn, Wuya thought with a shake of her head. He's going to do it, too.

Someone sniffled behind her, and she turned to see Lula standing in the doorway, fighting tears.

"What is it, Sister?" she asked as she stood and went to her.

"I...I can't..." Lula stammered, putting a hand over her mouth. "I can't even say hello...to my own son!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was at the d-doorway...the whole, the whole time. And I couldn't, I couldn't even come in, and say he-hello!"

She caved and wept into Wuya's arms. Her sister stroked her hair soothingly.

"It's okay, Lula, it's okay," she told her. "I'm sure Jack understands-"

"He shouldn't," Lula said. "It's horrible that I can't speak to my own child! He should hate me!"

Wuya was unable to give her an answer, and instead just allowed her to cry for as long as she needed.