Jack felt the breeze rush past his face as he flew up the side of the mountain cliff, his heli-pack lightly buzzing and arms filled with pens, pencils, blueprints and scrap paper. He regretted his messy gathering of his belongings as he struggled to keep everything from falling, but he was really excited to show his idol an amazing idea that he had and didn't think of putting everything into his pack instead of scooping it up and flying off.

Ever since moving into Chase Young's lair, Jack grew into the habit of going to the bottom of the mountain whenever he wished to work on blueprints or new inventions, not wanting his belongings to get in the warlord's way and not wanting the painful consequence if Chase were to trip over one of his inventions.

"Chase!" Jack called as he landed, seeing the man practicing his tai-chi.

"Not now, Spicer." Chase stated, not looking at Jack. His eyes closed, body slowly moving and his breathing long and heavy. Jack let out an impatient huff, but he knew better than to protest and sat down. He rested his elbows on his knees and pressed is face into his hands.

"Damn." Jack muttered as he watched the warrior moving, wondering if one day he could be that fluid with his movements instead of tripping over his own feet every other second. He sat there for a good five minutes before thinking of something he wanted to do while he waited.

Jack grabbed a empty sheet of paper and was going to start working on more details for his new invention, but kept getting distracted by Chase. The warrior's movements kept catching his eyes and making it impossible to concentrate. Without much thought, Jack started drawing random things instead. His small doodles scratchy and cartoon like since he was used to using rulers and compasses for his blueprints to keep everything aligned and even. He wasn't sure how long he was drawing and he didn't realize what he was now working on until he felt a strong hand rest on his shoulder. Jack shrieked in shock and would've fallen over if it wasn't for the tight grip on him. Jack felt his heart skip in fear when he saw that it was Chase touching him and kneeling next to him, staring at his papers.

"Is that supposed to be me, Spicer?" Chase asked, pointing with his other hand at the center of the page in Jack's lap. Jack's eyes went wide when he realized that he had indeed been drawing Chase Young.

"I-I guess..." Jack stuttered.

"You guess? It's a simple yes or no question. Is that me or not?" Chase asked again.

"Yeah, I mean-I mean I didn't mean to, shit, it kind of just happened and-"

"Not bad." Chase interrupted Jack's rapid attempt at an explanation, removing his hand from the younger man's shoulder.

"What?" Jack looked at the man in confusion, did he actually compliment him?

"You're style is child-like, not shocking considering who you are, but it's not that bad of a drawing." Jack stared wide-eyed at Chase, was this really happening? "You need to work on proportions." Chase took on the the pencils and started to lightly sketch over the drawing of himself. "There's nothing wrong with exaggeration, especially with your cartoon format, but the whole body needs to match those exaggerations." Jack was still star-struck at what was happening, was Chase Young, the Chase Young, helping him with his drawing ability? "I know my hands are a little big, but you've drawn them in a manor that makes them larger than my body, unless you planned that with the intention to mock me." Chase said with a soft glare towards Jack, daring him to say it.

"No! No! Of course not! I just don't know how to draw hands!" Jack stated, flinching and expecting a punch. Chase only raised a brow before sketching a smaller pair of hands.

"And another thing, the lower part of my armor is not a skirt. It is sectioned into several parts for movability." Chase continued editing the drawing.

"I was working on it, I haven't been able to erase the lines yet." Jack protested.

"Erasing the lines will not help the fact that you have the bottom of my armor flowing away from my legs in the manor of a short skirt. Unless you wish to draw me in such an unmasculine fashion, and I suggest you don't if you value your life, you need to draw the armor closer to my legs." Chase dropped the pencil and stood up, patting his armor. "As you can see, the armor is actually touching my leg, no space between." He stated.

"Yeah." Jack said in agreement.

"Also, my sash it tied around my waist, not my hips." Chase added, hands where he was talking about.

"I did draw it on your waist." Jack said, pointing to his drawing.

"Yes, but you made the sash much too thick and it covers both my waist and hips." Chase corrected.

"Easy fix, just cut it in half." Jack grabbed the pencil and added a line through the center of the over-drawn sash. "Anything else I need to fix?" Chase stepped back over towards the younger man and looked at the drawing for a moment.

"You should be fine after making those adjustments." Chase said, sounding satisfied. Jack smiled at the older man, getting no response since Chase saw another one of Jack's pages, this time being the blueprint Jack had originally flown to the top of the mountain for. "This looks exactly like my armor, why is there a drawing of my armor with notes around it?"

"That's actually why I came up here." Jack dropped the paper and stood up, pencil still in hand. "I had planned out some updates that I could do to your armor."

"Is there something wrong with my armor currently, Spicer?" Chase asked, harshly.

"Not at all!" Jack held his hands up in defense, waving them wildly. "I just thought I could add to it to make it even better."

"Like what?" Chase growled.

"You know those spikes that you have in your shoulders." Jack patted the area he spoke of, the said spikes coming out and making him snatch his hand away. "Yeah, those." Jack checked his hand to make sure he wasn't stabbed. "Anyway, you know that those spikes are stuck there. I was working on a way for you to be able to remove the spikes, use them as a weapon in a life-or-death situation, but also add in a homing-chip of some sorts, so the spike would return to your armor and go back in whenever you wanted." He pointed to the markings on the blueprint with the pencil, showing Chase his notes about the suggested function.

"Interesting." Chase admitted.

"I wanted to run this idea by you first since I didn't know if you mind if I used the armor you're currently wearing or if I should make a separate set of shoulder plates and find a way to attach them or replace the ones or something." Jack explained.

"I see." Chase mused, studying the blueprint. "And the others parts? There are several other drawings that look like more attachments of some sort."

"Yeah, I've been working on making my own metallic microlattice." Jack said.

"Metallic Microlattice?"

"It's a very light and strong metal that's made of an ultra-light metal foam. It was developed a few years ago in California actually." Jack started speaking every fast and with his hands as he explained. "The metallic microlattice is composed of a network of interconnecting hollow struts. Each strut is about 100 micrometers in diameter, with a wall 100 nanometers thick and-" Jack stopped when he saw Chase's face, the warlord confused and uninterested at the same time. "Sorry." He said softly.

"You're fine." Chase muttered. "So what do you plan on doing with this Microlattice?"

"I was gonna put it between two cloths, since I'm don't know how the metal would react to an immortal's flesh, I'm still not even sure how my microlattice would react to normal flesh and I'd either layer it over or under your armor as an extra layer of protection. Not that you need it or anything." Jack quickly added, his hands waving again.

"How much of this microlattice would you be able to make?" Chase asked, rolling up the blueprint.

"If I can get the nickel-phosphorus base to work out for me, I should be able to make a ton of it since those two elements aren't that hard to gather." Jack stated. Chase handed Jack his blueprint back, his hand still on the paper as he spoke.

"If I can guarantee that you will have all of the nickel-phosphorus that you could dream of, would you be willing to make new armor for my warriors and maybe even myself if this plan of yours comes through?" Chase asked.

"O-Of course!" Jack stuttered, shocked that Chase was so willing to accept his idea. "Easily! No problem! No need to worry! No-"

"Good, then." Chase cut off Jack, not needing to hear more from the younger man. He released the blueprint and turned around. "Gather your belongings and head inside, dinner should be ready soon and we'll discuss in more detail about your microlattice." Chase suddenly turned around back towards Jack, as if he had forgotten something. "And, one more thing-" Chase grabbed Jack by the front of his shirt and lifted him off of the ground, making sure that the shorter man could look him in the eye. "-if you tell anyone I was this kind to you, I will rip your throat out with my bare teeth without a moment's thought." Jack only let out a little yelp of agreement and was dropped. He patted his body to make sure that he was alive and uninjured. "I'll see you at the dining table." Chase said and walked away.

Jack stood there for a second, still stunned by what had just happened between him and Chase, were they friends at the moment? Whatever they were, Jack was just happy to not have been punched by the warrior for drawing him and suggesting improvements to his armor. He smiled a little and bent down to gather his things.

"Oh, fuck me!" Jack shouted when a strong gust of wind blew all of his papers away.

My first time writing for Xiaolin Showdown, hopefully it turned out alright. I decided to give this area a try after finding the show online and re-watching the entire series in a week, I regret nothing.
I am currently unsure if this story will remain a one-shot or if I will go with some ideas I've had and make it longer. Let me know in the reviews or pm me about it.
I'm open to any critiques, let me know if a character seemed too out of character or if there's a spelling or grammar error.
Thanks for reading!