Sora Kohaku: Thank you to Nuclear.Dwarf and Lacie for reviewing.

A special thanks goes out to Tachzaruu who was the first to review and the only person signed in that reviewed...not that I don't appreciate you other two! Tachzaruu as a gift for being the first to review I'll write you a one-shot (or I'll put it in this story if it fits) about anything you want...as long as it's not a lemon. That I cannot do, I don't even want to imagine the end result.

Disclaimer: Do you really think I own it?

Warnings: Same warnings from the first chapter apply.

The Problems of Teenage Drama King

Things were going pretty well that day Jack would have to say. Wuya didn't yell nearly as long as she usually did at him for failing to retrieve the Shen Gong Wu that he didn't even bother to remember the name of.

It probably had something to do with the girl that was currently hanging over his shoulder. A girl hanging over his shoulder willingly at that, it was something that seldom--okay, okay, never he admitted--occurred. What did it matter if the girl was in essence himself, at least she had a mind of her own unlike his Cheer Bots.

After he had introduced his Common Sense to Wuya (as CoSe, when she didn't object to the name he had done a little cheer in his mind) he had finally came to the realization that she was naked as the day she was born. Now, that he thought about it...wasn't she born today? He would have to mark it down on his Chase Young calendar--no he wasn't ashamed of being a fan boy, because Chase Young was the greatest evil villain to ever live, someone whom he aspired to be. But, back on topic, CoSe told them she didn't wear clothing because she was basically a spirit, clothes would fall off of her. Which brought up the question as to why he could feel her as though she were really there.

She had responded after thinking for a moment. "Well...you felt it when Wuya flew through your head, correct?"

Jack had nodded.

"It's similar to that. Except you are the only person that can feel me. In order for me to be able to don clothing, as well as have other people feel me, I would have to have on my person one of your belongings. Something that you keep by you a lot."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, it's a part of the rules. And, before you say anything--," her stern glare had stopped him, "--they are not the kind of rules you can break. They more akin to your Laws of Physics, it is physically impossible to break them."

Jack had pouted, and pretended to have been planning to ask her a different question. "I was just going to ask if these "rules", " he gestured with his fingers, "were made by they. So, are they?"

"Nah, they are made up of people--that's a really big stretch, calling us people that is--like me. We're not capable of making such binding rules."

"Oh." And, there had went his plans of world domination with the assistance of they. Oh, well, their very short lives had been well lived and will forever live on in that part of his mind that all the failed plans go. Bless their souls.

And, his fingers. Which were currently crying out in pain as once again he stabbed himself with the needle he was using to hem a pair of his pants that dragged on the floor on CoSe.

"Hey, Jackie."

He stabbed himself again and then shoved his finger in his mouth when it started bleeding. "Bwat iz it? I'm tryin' to work 'ere."

"Why don't you let me borrow some of your mother's clothing?"

When Jack quickly pulled his finger out in anger it resulted in a loud popping noise that made CoSe jump in surprise.

"Why didn't you ask me that earlier instead of making me go through all that for nothing?"

She almost looked sheepish and apologetic. "I was waiting for you to realize it. And, I didn't want to say anything if she wasn't around my size, but when I was going to the bathroom earlier I saw some pictures of her."

Jack just sighed, all that hard work when an answer was right in front of his face. "Come on then. Let me get a bandage and then we'll see what we can find. I want to get my trench coat back."

"But, Jackie! I like your coat!" He glanced at her glazed eyes full of unshed tears.

"Nah, ah. That isn't going to fool me." The red head wagged a finger in her face.

CoSe make an attempt to bite the offending finger, but failing her face twisted into a grimace and she spat out, "Fine! Have your precious coat! But, you're going to faint again like this morning when you saw me."

He blushed at the reminder of the only thing he regretted from today. It wasn't often that he saw the female body and as a young man wasn't he expected to have some reaction.

"I didn't faint, I--" he croaked before Wuya and CoSe both interrupted him.

"You fainted," they said in unison.

"Okay..." He eyed them fearfully, the wrath of a woman was not to be trifled with, two of them would be suicide. So, he just nodded in agreement.

"Let's go." Jack led them from his lab up to his mother's room. Once there he opened the door knowing that his parents were not there and stood in the door way.

CoSe, still wearing Jack's trench coat, began shifting through his mother's clothing. She stuck her head out of closet with a grimace of pain on her face. "Is there anything your mother owns that's not pink or print? It's atrocious. I want to take them all outside, burn them, and dance to the gods of fashion to have mercy on her soul, because I will not."

Wuya snickered into a ghostly hand as Jack pouted, he happened to like what his mother wore, it made her look...motherly.

"If that's the manner in which a mother should dress in order to be considered motherly, I wonder how a grandmother should dress."

Jack scowled--pouted--even more, "Stay out of my mind." She completely ignored him.

"Hey, here's a black dress. Ooo, sharp and classy." CoSe pulled out his mother's funeral outfit, a strapless dress with a half-jacket that closed shut with a silver clasp that had crystals embedded into it. "And, here are the shoes that match it." They had the same type of silver clasp on them.

CoSe looked thoughtful for a moment, "We've got a problem, what the heck do you have that could match this?" At that the ghostly figure of Wuya flew out of the room with a "Follow me".

And, they did.

I'm so sorry that it's so short. I had most of it wrote and wanted to get it out. The next chapter will be extra long!