A/N: I ended up writing a oneshot which features high prominent villains that host an annual dinner sort of thing. The Xiaolin Showdown villains don't make appearances or they would have known that Jack Spicer frequents the party as well. He wouldn't be so much of a laughing stock on the assumption his villain ancestor was guiding him along.

Edit: I changed the location to Scotland.

Seanáthair - All father, close enough to grandfather according to sites which showed Gaelic.

garmhac - Grandson.

-Lucicelo

Dressed in silk robes that showed off his green and gold color scheme, Chase Young teleported to the location of the annual villain's bash. In an undisclosed location in Scotland, he stood in front of the meet up spot that the invitation described. A rusted over metal mailbox overtaken by shrubbery, unassuming and abandoned. He remembered the exact coordinates due to a previous invitation to the villain's bash. The host of the party, Jarlath, one of Scotland's immortals, piled on spells throughout his property. He felt the hovering of harsh magic in the background, disabled for the night.

Infusing his hand with magic, he waved it across from his body. The mailbox trembled to process his magic before the curtain of illusion dropped to show the hidden mansion. In front of his eyes, a pathway lit up with magic orbs, leading toward a mansion built into the ocean cliff side. The crashing waves curled backwards into the ocean due to the barrier spell placed on the surroundings.

In the last three centuries, he ceased attending the parties. He found solace in perfecting his craft and finding opponents to test his fighting skills. Every once in a while, he ventured out to see the world and to bask in the developments of the human race. A gathering of socializing wasn't a worthwhile venture to his status as a villain. There was a layer of respect between his brethren, so no need to go through niceties. Although, he grew curious on who remained active. He heard rumors through the usual rumor mills, but he preferred finding out the truth for himself.

Hurrying through the trail, he made it to the front entrance. With the wooden ornate doors wide open, Chase made his way through the threshold. Somewhat lowering his guard, but still keeping his instincts on alert, he inspected the hallway for any changes. Nothing too different. He noted that Jarlath's trinkets remained on the same plain pedestals, just well dusted.

One thing that somewhat peaked his interest was the portraits. The portraits lining the walls multiplied. Five hundred years passed to accumulate a mass amount of photos. Considering Jarlath's pride over his clan, it didn't surprise him that the line survived despite the unpredictability of the world. He was one of the few who procreated before becoming a villain. Before Jarlath became immortal. Where most villains kept their existence from their descendants, Jarlath appeared in all the modern photos.

Growing bored at the two hundredth year mark of Jarlath's descendants, Chase made his way toward the main room which contained the party. When he entered inside, the party goers kept to their own conversations, not paying him any mind.

A nearby minion saw him and hurried to offer him a drink. He accepted the glass of champagne and sipped. Licking his lips, he nodded in approval. Of course, villains didn't go for cheap alcohol, they stole the best value possible.

After going through a round of socializing, he found the host of the party near the refreshment table. Jarlath's identifying silver hair was braided down his back for the occasion. Walking on forward, Chase found the skull patterned ribbon an interesting addition. Jarlath didn't tend to add on modern additions to his celtic style of dress. Then again, centuries passed since he last saw these individuals in person.

Changes were bound to happen.

He avoided colliding with minions who carried trays of food or drink for their bosses. A few gave him second glances, but kept their excitement under wraps to hurry along to complete their errand. In current centuries, it seemed the need for minions reduced to a select old fashioned types. He saw a significant decline in young men willing to tail a villain.

When he got close enough to Jarlath, Chase made himself known with a discreet cough. "Jarlath."

The group of villains turned to him, all the immortals didn't show visual signs of emotions. At least, the ones who last saw him stayed silent. He didn't recognize a few of the villains, meaning they joined during the time of his self isolation.

"Chase Young. I see you found it in yourself to attend one of the galas." Jarlath commented with a bow.

"Yes. Time passes so quickly." Chase bowed. "I thought a change of pace was in order." He greeted the rest of the group in their native tongues, bringing an impressed nod from the ones he knew through acquaintance.

Jarlath grinned. "Let's hope you resume coming every year from now on. It's been interesting hearing the rumors surrounding your isolation."

An ethereal beauty with blonde curls and a slight French accent piped up. "It's good to disperse the rumor that you ended up being trapped in your citadel by your servants, Chase Young. It was amusing for a decade, but the young ones tend to embellish stories."

Chase shook his head in amusement. "I'm afraid not. I don't do well in captivity, Clarisse."

A one eyed Russian snorted. "Not as much as the rumor that Chase Young turned...good."

"No chance, Aleksei."

"Or one where Chase ended up impregnating a witch that spelled him into compliance." A Korean woman snickered behind her well manicured hands.

"I have a witch who invades my home, but she is not the mother of my imaginary child." Chase kept his hands on his back and added in before the woman continued. "Mi Soo, I have no interest in expanding my line."

"Speaking of continuing lineages. Where's your descendant Jarlath?" The looming figure at Jarlath's right, spoke in a deep Finnish accent. "Has he declined an invitation this year?"

Clarisse smiled. "Yes. Where is that charming boy of yours? He's so fun to tease." She placed a finger under her chin. "A little kiss and he's all flustered. Adorable."

Jarlath smirked. "That boy is somewhere around here. Last minute tinkering on his newest device." He sipped his well aged wine and continued. "I convinced him to get rid of that horrid hair color. He's one of the few of my blood who inherited it! Best to showcase such a feat!"

Aleksei let out a gruff. "Good that he wants to follow in your footsteps, my current descendant declined to become an ice skating coach!" He downed his vodka and his minion appeared on his side with another glass. Setting it down onto the tray, he picked up the new glass. "Then again, I've seen his coaching sessions. Brutal as one can imagine. He produces the best figure skaters in Russia, making him untouchable."

Murmurings of approval went throughout the circle of villains.

A dark tanned Spaniard let out a sigh. "Oh to revisit the pirate days. My armada was unbeatable. The King of Spain rewarded me kindly for keeping his waters in line under the guise of good. He was so naïve in my true intentions in international waters. A wonder that Spain didn't go into wars sooner because of my interference on foreign lands."

Clarisse teased him. "Didn't an English navy captain try to stab you once, Santiago?"

Santiago growled. "I cut off his hand for such an insult. Stabbing me with a something as small as a kitchen knife. Ha! Idiot."

Noting an incoming figure from his peripheral, Chase turned his attention from beyond the group. He noticed a young man with striking silver hair rushing toward the main group of the party. Chase observed the incoming young man with inconspicuous interest. This newcomer wore a pure black tuxedo with red lace accents in the cuffs, a silk red tie, and skull cuff links.

His nose wrinkled when he picked up a familiar scent coming from this same person. As the stranger got close enough, Chase recognized the features underneath the well placed eyeliner. Instead of the jarring hook under the left eye, the eyeliner extended into a winged liner.

It was Jack Spicer.

"I'm here!" Jack beamed as he hugged Jarlath from behind. "Am I late to the party?"

Jarlath maneuvered Jack around and ruffled his new silver hair. "It just started to become interesting." He nodded in approval at Jack's black tuxedo.

Clarisse cooed. "Ah, you've made it, young one." She walked close and pressed a kiss on both of his cheeks. His face turned red as expected, making her chuckle in delight. "Oh, you look just like Jarlath."

"Thanks." Jack grinned up at the beautiful woman. "Couldn't miss it for world, Clarisse! Seanáthair would drag me here if I tried to say no." Keeping an arm around Jarlath, Jack waved at nearby villains. "Hey, James! Santiago! Alfhild! Ingmar! Aleksei!" He yelled out more names which briefly stopped private conversations to look over at him. "How's everyone doing tonight?!"

Scattered greetings in different languages passed throughout the crowd. Many of the well respected villains even smiled at Jack before resuming with their dealings. None of them sneered at the greenhorn. In fact, they stared at him with fondness and slight amusement.

Chase observed Jack, impressed at the manner the boy genius captivated the room. From the infamous to the beginners, Jack knew every single one of them. Jack took time out of his life to remember his colleagues. A vast difference from the babbling fanboy he grown accustomed to. It seemed Jack knew how to behave somewhat decently in the company of important individuals.

Years away from the parties kept him far out the loop for him not to hear the news of Jack Spicer entanglement in the evil circles. Spicer didn't need any help. The young man he saw as an annoying pest made his own connections without the Heylin side getting involved. An unfathomable feat for someone as young and fresh as Jack Spicer.

Impressive.

His admiration ended when Jack turned his attention onto him and those red eyes widened.

"C-Chase!" Jack's face went bright red at seeing him. "I-I didn't know you came to the villain's gala."

Chase nodded his head toward Jack, "I decided to attend this year's event on a whim."

"Awesome!" Jack smiled big. "I always wondered why you never joined the party. I-I mean, I've been coming here since I was five so-"

Jarlath snorted. "Young probably grew bored of only speaking to children and jungle cats."

"Seanáthair!" Jack's jaw dropped at Jarlath's insult.

Jarlath snickered. "He's not that sensitive to get offended, garmhac." He looked over to Chase. "You're not a sensitive man. Are you Young?"

Chase smirked at the man. "No, I leave such behaviors for the inexperienced who become offended at every insult thrown at them."

Aleksei chortled. "Hear, hear!"

Jack removed his arms from around Jarlath's middle. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get some juice."

Clarisse pouted. "No wine, dear? I remember last year when you had a whole bottle of wine, you were so affectionate."

The villains in the surrounding area burst into laughter.

Jarlath slapped Jack on the back and didn't hide his amusement. "Aye, my garmhac is an affectionate drunk no doubt. Better than insulting all his brethren through his fists." He looked at the accused villains with an arched brow.

Jack puffed out his cheeks. "If it isn't recorded, it never happened! Excuse me!"

Turning away from the group, Jack went to the refreshment table, cheeks warm from the memories of last year's party. Good thing he left his Jackbots at home. He couldn't bear to see the full coverage of his cuddling spree. Even remembering the small snippets of his wasted drunken mind made him scream in embarrassment. All the villains from the party still teased him over being so adorable.

Having excused himself from the group, Chase went to Jack's side and inquired. "Spicer. I did not expect to find out your notable evil bloodline."

Jack snapped his head toward Chase and yelped. Placing a hand on his chest, he tried calming himself down before he embarrassed himself. "Damn, I wasn't paying attention. Y-Yeah. I'm from seanáthair's favored daughter's line. If you see a beautiful woman in the main portrait, that's my ancestor."

"Curious." Chase nursed his champagne glass. "How long have you attended these parties?"

Jack hunched his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. "Since I declared that I wanted to be a villain as a kid. Granny retired from the social aspects of villainy and thought this would be great for me. I've made a ton of connections before I knew it." He looked to Chase for approval. "I've even made a ton of weapons for a number of villains! I'm high in demand!"

Chase broke Jack's hopes when he said. "Yet, you're incompetent in showdowns. Your machinery in those occasions are second rate at best. I cannot fathom why any seasoned villain to acquire your services."

Jack's pride took a hit on being torn down by his idol. To cover up his hurt feelings, he scoffed. "Feh, you're being petty to bring up old showdowns. I'm doing much better now."

Chase finished his champagne. "It happened two days ago, Spicer."

Jack averted his eyes and said through a biting tone. "Look, are you here to just insult me or what? Because I'll take the words on another day, but not at seanáthair's party." He looked back at Jarlath whose attention was placed on Chase. "Tone it down will you."

Chase gave Jack a stern look. "How dare you-"

"Save your ass against the villains who see me as a grandson? You're welcome." Jack smiled pretty to villains who checked up on him. "Fake that you like me and you'll be fine." He muttered to Chase. "You can insult me all you want tomorrow."

Chase retrieved another glass from the refreshment table and sipped it. "You haven't used your connections to rise up the ranks."

"Nah! It's no fun when everything is handed to me. Besides, seanáthair is more of an lecturing sort of mentor. He taught me a shit ton of things, but I have to experience it myself. He does jump in before I do something stupid and his magic always activates when I'm in mortal danger. Jarlath has saved dad from being killed plenty of times because the alerts activate giving a chance to get out the way." Jack chuckled. "I'm danger prone so seanáthair piles them in layers. I just got three removed this year!"

Remembering numerous showdowns, Chase realized that Spicer tended to miss objects or hits that could have killed him. Sure, Spicer got bruises or cuts, but nothing to suggest that the boy would break a bone or paralyze himself. Spicer did have a delicate constitution suggested that he survived on plain luck. Had that been the case, he wouldn't have shown any surprise.

Chase commented. "I'm not surprised by Jarlath's actions." He finished his glass and set it on the refreshment table. "I met plenty of his descendants during different wars and Jarlath aided in support. He's infamous for being soft-hearted for his family. An interesting weakness for such an infamous immortal."

Jack arched a brow. "Noting wrong with being overprotective. Without him, I would have died plenty of times. I mean, my family would have died about..." Jack hummed to calculate the proper answer. "Two hundred years ago? One of my ancestors pissed off a high ranking noble lord and almost got executed for it. This was before he managed to spawn a kid. Jarlath had to do some dirty work to get the man to disappear under...unfortunate circumstances."

Chase informed Jack. "I've witnessed far worse throughout the years of knowing Jarlath. Old fashioned immortals are...creative in torturing their victims."

"Yeah, he told me a lot about his old methods. Real brutal." Jack grinned at Chase with a twinkle in his eye. "Why don't you get drunk and sing karaoke like the rest of the people here. It starts in an hour! Better yet, I have to scout for the card table. I tend to win a few thousand dollars because people are too drunk to pay attention to their cards."

Chase shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm not one for gambling. I'll watch the spectacles from the sidelines."

"Oh well. I tried." Jack downed his juice and grabbed another one. "So...I'll see you around?"

Chase nodded with a slight smile. "We'll cross paths again soon enough."

"Okay!" Jack said in excitement before leaving the table. As soon as he got some distance, his smile turned into a loving goofy smile. He managed to keep a conversation with Chase Young without babbling on and on.

The End.