A/N: Huge apologies to everyone who's ever reviewed, favourited or even put me on author alert for this fic. Any of you who read this when I update will know that I haven't been updating this fic that frequently recently. And that's because I wasn't happy with the fic. I know how the whole story is gonna go, I've got it all planned out, but it is different from what I was planning when I first started writing it. So, instead of just leaving this fic here to rot I figured that I'd re-write it, and hopefully that'll make me want to update it like I should be doing. (and no, I don't own Xiaolin showdown).

Wai! Thanks to Nighthawk Malow and darklitespirit for reviewing (even though I've no idea what darklitespirit actually said... O.o) heh, you guys don't know how much yer reviews mean.

It was near the end of the final shift in the Sunset Café, Raimundo was having the reason that they were there quietly explained to him in hushed tones over the table. He lent backwards still very stunned from the information, he looked over through the café for the blond girl but couldn't see her, they were the only patrons left and it was technically past closing time. Hazel as she was called (despite the name tag) appeared almost on cue out of a side door, she was in regular clothes now thick baggy jeans combined with a tight sleeveless red top, he could tell that he was almost drooling but he couldn't help it...

"Sir?" Hazel asked quietly as she approached the large ugly man who on closer inspection was also very greasy.

"Whadda ya want?" He snapped in a gruff voice not looking away from the register he was emptying and counting the cash.

"Uh... my... my pay, sir?" She stammered nervously. The big ugly man looked at her sideways, he narrowed his eyes at her before begrudgingly pulling a £20 out of the register and slapping it into her palm.

Hazel blinked at it in surprise then looked up at the greasy ugly man. "But sir! I worked a fifteen hour shift today!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, and you dropped a coffee pot and cups, that's taken out of your pay!" He snapped rounding on her.

"But that's nowhere near what you took off!" She snapped back, her previously meek attitude disappearing. Unnoticed to her, but not to the Xiaolin, things started to shudder across the desk which she was standing by.

"Fine. Then you get... nothing!" He said quietly and snatched the £20 note back off of her. She visibly shook, but not with rage, more... terror.

"No! Sir! Please, you KNOW I need the money!" She begged.

"Why that miserable..." Raimundo growled, infuriated he started to stand up. Clay put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back down into his seat.

"Let 'er deal with it herself partner, I've seen enough of girls like Kimiko to know that these girls can take care of themselves, if she needs help then we'll help, just... let her." Clay said wisely, he received a proud nod from Master Fung. Omi looked jealous.

"FINE! Since you're gonna keep arguing, consider yourself not working tomorrow, no pay either!" He growled at her.

"But!" She attempted again desparately, her face full of fear.

"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE OFF. Without pay, one week. Now get out of my sight before I fire you completely." He growled venomously. She blinked and hurried off outside her blonde wavy hair flowing freely now. Raimundo glanced down at the floor as he stood up, a red scrunchie looked back up at him, it was hers... He swiftly picked it up and jogged outside alone, he looked around the find the street deserted. Slowly Raimundo's hand sank to his side and with one final fleeting look around the deserted street he walked solemnly back into the warmth of the sunset café.

Hazel had in fact been in a back alley just out of sight from the café door. She looked up, two dark figures towered above her and handed her a black hoodie, she nodded and slipped it on.

"Let's go." One of them said. She nodded again and pulled the hood up and followed after the two mysterious figures staring at the ground.

Raimundo laid back on the park bench with his hands in his pockets and looking up at the stars, Hazel's scrunchie was still in his pocket he kept running his fingers over it's silky surface, was she really the next Xiaolin dragon? And where had she disappeared to, after all how were they supposed to bring her onto their side if they couldn't find her? More importantly where was she now?

"And there's no way you can track her Dojo?" Kimiko asked frustratedly for about the fifth time.

"No, all I can tell you is that she's still in London. You should be asking Raimundo not me- WHOA!" Dojo yelped jumping about a foot in the air (quite how he managed to jump with no legs is another matter...) "A new shen-gong-wu just revealed itself, and it's damn close too!" Dojo yelped. He quickly grew a hundred times in size and the Xiaolin jumped on his back.

Hazel stood at the door of the dark room, she was as always, nervous. She bit her lip and looked around the room, she was in a grand museum with big marble walls and floors, and in the center of this room was a case holding a valuble rare artifact.

"Go on, you know what to do." One of the dark figures urged. She nodded and stuffed her hand in her pocket for her scrunchie to tie her hair back.

"What where's it gone?" She mumbled, she paused, the dark figures were getting impatient. She took her boots off and pulled one of the laces out and roughly tied her hair back into a tight bun with it, the last thing she needed was her hair getting in the way.

She stepped forward into the room, she took a deep breath and her eyes closed. Sliding back half open they glowed a creamy white with no pupils or irises, moving on an instinct she couldn't quite understand she dived forward, slowly and gracefully missing every infra-red security beam with a series of acrobatic maneuvers. Coming to a halt at the center of the room she stood in front of the exhibit. She blinked as if coming out of a trance and her eyes returned to normal, they scanned quickly over the writing on the pedestal of the exhibit.

"The Sword of Light... psh, sounds like something outta some bad sci-fi movie." Hazel muttered touching the top of the glass and easing it up slowly, she altered her hand positions again to avoid security sensors with a quick glow of her eyes and an impulse to do so.

She bent down and placed the glass case on the ground below her, her eyes slid over to look at the artifact. It was the hilt of a sword, ornate and beautiful in it's own right, it sat there gleaming with a colour that was not quite bronze and not quite gold... but some mysterious colour in between. She felt strangely mystified by the object, she leant in closer and inspected it, it had holes in the side as if gems were once embedded there. She reached a hand slowly towards it, her fingers touched the metal, it was strangely warm and almost unnervingly smooth despite the ornate decoration. Her left hand clasped the sword, or rather the hilt as that was all there was to grasp of the sword as the blade was obviously missing. Or was it? She looked at the hilt in her hand and saw no hole or groove for the blade of the weapon to fit into. She rolled it around her hands, it was lightweight and just the right size for her hands, she grasped the sword hilt in both hands firmly and a tingling sensation in her hands appeared and the hilt of the sword got hot a bright light shot out from the sword. Hazel jumped and screamed, her foot kicking backwards into a security beam, she swore loudly and made a break for the door, just making it underneath the metal door that slid down the seal the room and managing to escape.

From the roof and the glass skylight the Xiaolin sat there dumbfounded having watched the whole display below them. Dojo increased his size and flew off quickly before the police arrived.