There had been few times in Chase's life when he had been truly, completely impressed by the ingenuity of advancing technology. The last had been in the 1950's, with the creation of the Vincent Black Shadow motorcycle. This outshone it by lightyears.

Jack Spicer was standing beside a large metal box as he took the Shroud of Shadows from the black-plated JackBot Chase had seen earlier. The younger man placed the silk sheet into the box and shut the glass door before typing at the computer next to it. A whir of machinery started, blinking lights and glowing from the box. Chase watched Jack walk over to him before looking back at the contraption the redhead had used.

"This is what I've been doing with the Wu. I've been analyzing them, figuring out how they work on an atomic level. It's taken a long time to get it right, but I've figured out a way to not just study them, but reproduce them with nanotech."

Jack looked at Chase, realizing the man probably hadn't understood half of what he'd said. He bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to think of an easier way to explain it.

"You've figured out a way to use your technology to make your own Shen Gong Wu?"

"Not exactly. More like, just copy the powers. Like with the Golden Tiger Claws, I was able to figure out how to reproduce the energy it uses to manipulate space to create wormholes by studying it. No Wu needed."

"I'm impressed." Jack turned, looking at Chase. "Your talents have truly blossomed, Spicer."

"Th-thanks…" His chest felt so full, his head felt light. Jack had wanted to hear those words for so long. But he reigned in the desire to jump and yell in excitement. He wasn't 15 anymore. "Oh, your locator is finished!"

Chase turned to watch the lanky man as he walked to a different workstation, picking up a small device. He was realizing why Jack's powers hadn't come to the surface before. Ambition was never a problem, but focus was. Jack Spicer was the poster child of flippant. But now, now he was ready. The redheaded albino man was mature now, truly thinking and scheming.

Jack held the device out to him and Chase took it, his gloved fingers stroking over the white flesh momentarily. It was subtle, but enough to make Jack wonder. Just what Chase wanted.

"Thank you, Spicer. You will be rewarded for your service."

"I…thanks," Was all Jack got out before Chase disappeared. He let out a breath, rubbing his face. What the hell had all that been? It was true Chase had been a lot more cordial with him these last couple of weeks but that was…different.

He glanced over at the Wu analyzer, checking the progress. It was going to be a while, might as well go make some dinner.

Perched on a cliff about five miles from Jack Spicer's mansion, Chase looked over the device. It was small and flat, easy to hide away in his sash or bracer, with a screen and simple on/off switch. Chase Young was no idiot, but he did appreciate the simplicity of the design for use. With a smirk, he flipped it on.

The screen glowed a soft green, a few lines of code flashing across it before a globe appeared. A small red dot shone and coordinates popped up at the bottom of the screen. The coordinates to Jack's mansion. His smirk grew as he tucked the device into his sash and teleported back.

Music was blasting from the kitchen when Chase reappeared inside the house. He followed it curiously, ignoring the bots he passed. As he got closer, he realized that Jack was singing along as he went about making himself dinner.

"…Love my mum and love my daddy

Sure they messed me up but that is

Voices That they left inside of my head…"

Chase watched as the redhead cooked, rather expertly tossing rice and vegetables in a stir fry all the while moving allow with the music.

"…Darling, dearest, don't you see

I'm tough, I'm smart, I'm bourgeoisie?

And I'll play out this lie until we're dead…"

Jack moved over to a different pan, turning over some meat that sizzled and smelled quite delectable.

"…But you won't understand

All the things that I am

'Cause I'm crazy in just too many ways

But I get that little feel

When my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing

All my fibers say to run away…"

He stepped back from the stove as he sang, unknowingly giving a show to his immortal audience.

"…Count my little scars, I've got dozens down inside

I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile

All these things I've tried, boy: be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young

So don't tell what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere!"

"Really, Spicer?" Jack whirled around, pressed against his countertop as his eyes landed on Chase. He reached out and turned down his Bluetooth stereo, brows furrowing.

"Could you stop doing that, please?!"

"No."

"What're you doing here? I thought you went to find the Dragon of Metal."

"I did." He took the device out of his sash and tossed it to the other man. Jack caught it easily, his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked down. The music was soft but Chase ignored it, watching as Jack looked over the screen. It wasn't instant, but it wasn't as slow a realization as he feared.

Jack stared at the screen. These coordinates. That was his house. Why the hell would these energy readings be coming from…

"…me?"

"It would appear so, Spicer."

"…that…no, that can't be right." He looked up at Chase, those ruby eyes a storm of confusion. "Can it?"

Chase knew this part would need to be handled with care. Jack had spent so many years being beaten down in every way in the Xiaolin-Heylin conflict. He stepped closer, looking at the locator and then into Jack's eyes.

"Can't it? It seems logical now, that it would be you."

"It...does?"

"The elements have a great many associations with them. A cardinal direction, a season, a color, a virtue…they represent mindsets or abilities. Not all of them apply to every embodiment of the Wudai Warriors, but the attributes are always there. Omi, for example, does not have much in common with the heavenly creature of the black tortoise but his aptitude and mental strength make him a strong elemental of water."

Chase saw the scrunch of Jack's nose at the mention of Omi but persisted, "You, however, seem to embody quite a bit of the element of metal from my research. The color white, you are of Western descent, and you are the pinnacle of progress and persistence."

Jack stood a little straighter, looking down at the device. "…but I've never had powers."

"You've never had the correct training and motivation. Spicer, I'd like to formally make you my apprentice and train you to become the first Heylin Dragon of Metal." Chase extended his hand, a glint in his golden eye.

Jack stared at the hand, glancing at Chase. His chest felt tight. The way the warlord looked at him was daunting. But this was a chance, a chance he never thought he'd get. Jack had worked so hard, and it was paying off. He'd finally pulled his head out of his ass and put in the work and now…

"I accept." He took Chase's hand, giving it a slight shake. There was a gentle squeeze, a display of the sheer amount of control the immortal man had over his god-like strength.

Chase smirked, his eyes practically glowing. "Good choice, Spicer."