Xiaolin Showdown: The Jack Pack Season 1

by Stryker Young

I decided that Jack Spicer should have buddies because let's face it, while he's adorably dorky he's not good on his own. Plus Wuya's annoying and Chase is a jerk and the monks need to have a moment to be put in their place. So I made some new Jack troopers. Hope you like and sorry some of the chapters aren't very long! Please comment!

84. Episode 9: Chapter 1

"Dad!"

The water shifted the body, stiff as a statue, closer to the dock. Jack kept trying to release the blanket and grab his father's hand, no matter how scared he was to feel the cold tingle of his dead skin. But for some reason, he couldn't reach him. These dreams were getting scary; he hadn't even gone through the toilet, being near drowned. Instead, he just zipped straight to standing on the pier, helpless to do anything but stare and scream and wonder what was going on.

"Dad!" he cried again, dropping to his knees. "Dad!"

Why was his father's hand reaching towards him? Usually it was just a face, a face that didn't even slightly resemble his father. Why was it that now his dreams were becoming more detailed, more vivid, than they ever had been before.

His father's body started to sink, and it was then that Jack was able to release the cloth on his shoulders.

"No, wait!" he cried, sticking his hands into the water. "Come back! Dad!"

Jack stretched his arm out as far as he could, laid on his stomach and reached, but he was unable to grab his father's hand. Victor sank deeper and deeper into the depths, until he disappeared from sight. Jack felt hot tears run down his cheeks and drip into the river; they dried when he heard the plink plinks of raindrops. It had never rained in his dream before, not ever. But then again, nothing was the same as it had been. He lifted his head to the bridge, his eyes growing wide when he saw a massive, black cloud coming towards him. It was moving at a crazy speed, weaving to and fro like a snake. He stood, against his will, and was forced to stay where he was as the cloud spit lightning bolts into the water. His neck craned up as two slit, snakelike eyes, glowing lightning blue, opened up in the billow, glaring down at Jack as it lowered, lowered, until it was only inches from his nose. He stared into the eyes as his head slowly tilted, his mouth fell open, and his body relaxed. Whether it was the glare of the glow, or a strange spell, it was hard to tell, but Jack's eyes gradually changed from their crimson to the same lightning blue as the cloud's.

Come to me... he heard something say. Come...to me...