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Title: The Halloween Rules.
Pairing: A little smattering of Chase x Jack
Author: Madame Fifi (Scap on DA)
Rating: PG-13 ish? I’m not too sure. Never been good at rating fics.
Summary: Jack holds a Halloween party for his friends which ends in a drunken game of `If I ruled the world…` with special Halloween rules.
Warnings: Underage drinking, mild sexual situations (Jack and his mates are about 16/17)
Notes: For the Halloween mini-challenge. Constructive criticism welcome!
Forgive me if this fic is terrible, I’ve never written a XS fic and it’s been about a year or so since I’ve done any fanfic-ing. I have a terrible habit of canon-sueing also.
I’d also like to mention that in one (or maybe more?) episode (which one that is I can’t quite recall at the moment) Jack complains that due to the world having been taken over by `Baddie-of-the-ep` he can’t play/hang out with his friends because they’re all gone. Or something along those lines. I do apologise for the vagueness but I’ve been living at uni for about two months and haven’t watched any TV during that time (nor do I have my own computer, thank heavens for campus libraries!) Oops, rambling! So what I was getting at is in my little make-believe world Jack has a small circle or friends whom I have included in this fic ^^
Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown belong to Christy Hui, Kids’ WB, and Cartoon Network. This fic is purely for fun. I’ll try and put that characters back the way I found them but I make no promises.
~*~*~*~The Halloween Rules~*~*~*~
The Luxurious Spicer Mansion had been transformed by a team of `professional festive decorators` on the whim of Mrs Spicer, who wanted to make the place look nice for the spookiest night of the year, as well as an excuse not to let her son do the job again.
Last year’s robotic zombie fiasco was still all too fresh in her mind and Lilith Hardwater was still yet to speak to her again (although she did get a very nice letter from Mrs Hardwater’s therapist). This year Mrs Spicer was determined to hold the most memorable Halloween party for all the right reasons.
She was, however, still indulging her only child by allowing him to throw an all night party of his own in the vast basement of the mansion. This meant flying in some of his friends, the chess champ from Russia, computer game programmer from Canada AND the figure skater from England. There where no bars held for her darling Jack!
The overseas guests had arrived the day before all hallows eve and had joined Jack in turning his already Frankenstein-esq. lair into a cobweb ridden, misty evil forest. Blinking red eyes where hidden in the dark branches of movie prop trees, motors where placed in hidden corners filled with dried grass and where timed to go off at random intervals to give the impression of creatures stalking the guests and Jack-Bots where taken full advantage of to become a whole menagerie of terrifying beats and surprise scares.
An hour after the guest for his parents party the red-headed teenager’s friend where starting to arrive.
Jack had set up a long rope from the gates at the end of the drive to the side door leading down a set of stairs to his basement lair. A Tiny camera was attached to an unnoticed Jack-bot above the rope, giving a bird’s eye view of what would be going on.
Jack and the three over-seas guests, dressed in their costumes, longed in front of a bank of screens in the lair watched until everyone was waiting outside.
Jack, dressed as a corps who’d dug it’s self up from the grave - his hair and starched-to-be-rumpled grey suit where dusted with dirt which was also embedded under his finger nails, lent over and spoke into a small mic, his voice coming out of a hidden speaker at the gate.
“Ok guys, here’s the first activity of the night. Just to the right of you you will find a box with blind-folds in, I want you to stand next the rope and put them on. Once you’ve done that take hold of the rope and start walking. Good luu~uuck”
The albino boy sat back with a gleeful grin on his face and turned towards the two other boys and single female next to him.
“This is going to be GREAT! They’ll be scared witless!”
“But Jack” The small girl with dirty blond bobbed hair lent towards him, being careful not to `dislodge` the ice skate blade stuck in her head “what did you put along the way? Creepy spiders? Movement activated um… sound thingies? You never said”
Jack was silent for a moment and his face had a thoughtful expression showing, as if he where trying to remember. Then a sly smile slid into place.
“Nothing”
Just then a frightened scream came from one of the blind-folded group, soon followed by more and a chorus of “What!? What is it?!”’s
A dark haired boy with nasty looking fake boils covering his face raised and eyebrow “Nothing? So they’re…?”
“Scaring themselves!”
A short burst of screaming come again outside and the small group watching them where taken over by a fit of laughter.
~*~*~
a few hours later the party had progressed from Halloween fright tricks and dancing to ridiculously loud music, the lair was fully sound proofed anyway so the louder the better, to all of them sitting in a circle playing some games and waiting for midnight.
They where normal silly games, one you might end up playing at a pre-teen party, like `Truth or Dare` and `Duck, Duck, Goose` but the quickly ended in a massive fit of laughter and then moved onto the next game. This was, of course, due to inebriated state of the group of friends.
Several bottles of rum and gin had been snuck down from his parent’s party, they weren’t missed as they where the slightly inexpensive gifts brought by the `up-stairs` guests and would likely have spent the whole night untouched until the last few people remained and all the good stuff was gone.
Besides the ill-begotten goods already at the party two of Jack’s friends had each brought cheap bottles of vodka from a corner store and one girl had swiped her older sister’s forty or so cigarettes. (“Consequences be damned, I’m dying for a smoke!”)
Jack was not so much sitting as laying back and propping him self up with his elbows. “Ok, ook! Everyone SHUT IT, kaay? `Cus I gotta game I wanna play, it’s…”
“Jay, you picked the last three games! I wanna do spin the bottle” A girl dressed in a black fake leather, goth cheer-leader outfit waved a lit cigarette in Jack’s direction. He considered her for a moment, took the cigarette for himself and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up `nique, we’ll play that after midnight”
“Humph, fii~iine. But i’s not like we don’ have ENOUGH empty bottles ANYWAY” This was followed by a few drunken sniggers and then a hush as Jack raised his arms for silence. The low lighting made his pale skin seem to glow apart from where it was dusted with dirt or a greenish mold substance, giving his corps costume an all to real effect. It struck people now, as it was only fifteen minuets till midnight, that maybe the veil between the living and the dead really was thinnest on this night and maybe Jack was tempting fate just a little too much.
After a short, almost awkward silence, the mechanically gifted goth started to explain the rules.
“Listen people, we’re going to play `If I Ruled The World`” A light giggle rippled through the teens and Jack smirked drunkenly “`cept this time we’ll be doing the Halloween rules. THAT means you have to list at least two Halloween or scary related rules or things you would do/have done if you where ruler of the world”
“Ok, fair enough. Doesn’t sound too hard”
“I wasn’t finished, ok? Once you’re done instead of just deciding if we’d let you rule there’s a twist. If it’s voted that you’re not fit for ruling the world we then get to come up with a punishment for being such a bad leader, like, I dounno, you have to do the rope trek again or something. Everyone want to play?”
A few people didn’t want to so it was decided the handful of people who did would go and play at the far end on the lair whilst the others started dancing again.
There was only five minuets left to go before midnight and the game had finally gotten around to Jack’s turn. Out of the group of six playing they’d had two punishments already (which included one boy having to go sneak to the up-stairs part naked, steal someone’s drink and get back without being noticed. It was a close call but the elderly widow Mrs Rutterwick hadn’t seen a naked young man in so long she let him go with a wink and a smile) and Jack didn’t fancy being the third.
“.. and um… wait, how many more do I have to go?”
“Three more”
“Right. If I ruled the world all the student who studied human biology or medicine would have to bring a cadaver back to life before they can get their degree, it would um… be against the LAW for hotties not to make out with me at least once and that includes Chase Young”
“Who?”
“Aaand… you’ll get your egged house by all the Trick-or-Treaters for three years running if you give out crappy candy or fruit!”
A minuet was taken to decide if Jack would be a world ruler or not but before the decision could be given the power failed through out the entire lair. It was exactly midnight.
People where drunkenly scrambling around in the dark and Jack was himself getting up to go and start the back-up power when all of a sudden he was grabbed by strong hands and pulled away from the mass of confusion of panic.
Before he could protest a low rumbling voice muttered into his ear “Well that didn’t sound like too bad a law Jack, but I’d have a problem with all those other `hotties` getting a turn” before he was delivered a short, but intense, kiss.
Hardly a second after it was over the lights flickered back to life and Jack was alone in the corner.
Pairing: A little smattering of Chase x Jack
Author: Madame Fifi (Scap on DA)
Rating: PG-13 ish? I’m not too sure. Never been good at rating fics.
Summary: Jack holds a Halloween party for his friends which ends in a drunken game of `If I ruled the world…` with special Halloween rules.
Warnings: Underage drinking, mild sexual situations (Jack and his mates are about 16/17)
Notes: For the Halloween mini-challenge. Constructive criticism welcome!
Forgive me if this fic is terrible, I’ve never written a XS fic and it’s been about a year or so since I’ve done any fanfic-ing. I have a terrible habit of canon-sueing also.
I’d also like to mention that in one (or maybe more?) episode (which one that is I can’t quite recall at the moment) Jack complains that due to the world having been taken over by `Baddie-of-the-ep` he can’t play/hang out with his friends because they’re all gone. Or something along those lines. I do apologise for the vagueness but I’ve been living at uni for about two months and haven’t watched any TV during that time (nor do I have my own computer, thank heavens for campus libraries!) Oops, rambling! So what I was getting at is in my little make-believe world Jack has a small circle or friends whom I have included in this fic ^^
Disclaimer: Xiaolin Showdown belong to Christy Hui, Kids’ WB, and Cartoon Network. This fic is purely for fun. I’ll try and put that characters back the way I found them but I make no promises.
~*~*~*~The Halloween Rules~*~*~*~
The Luxurious Spicer Mansion had been transformed by a team of `professional festive decorators` on the whim of Mrs Spicer, who wanted to make the place look nice for the spookiest night of the year, as well as an excuse not to let her son do the job again.
Last year’s robotic zombie fiasco was still all too fresh in her mind and Lilith Hardwater was still yet to speak to her again (although she did get a very nice letter from Mrs Hardwater’s therapist). This year Mrs Spicer was determined to hold the most memorable Halloween party for all the right reasons.
She was, however, still indulging her only child by allowing him to throw an all night party of his own in the vast basement of the mansion. This meant flying in some of his friends, the chess champ from Russia, computer game programmer from Canada AND the figure skater from England. There where no bars held for her darling Jack!
The overseas guests had arrived the day before all hallows eve and had joined Jack in turning his already Frankenstein-esq. lair into a cobweb ridden, misty evil forest. Blinking red eyes where hidden in the dark branches of movie prop trees, motors where placed in hidden corners filled with dried grass and where timed to go off at random intervals to give the impression of creatures stalking the guests and Jack-Bots where taken full advantage of to become a whole menagerie of terrifying beats and surprise scares.
An hour after the guest for his parents party the red-headed teenager’s friend where starting to arrive.
Jack had set up a long rope from the gates at the end of the drive to the side door leading down a set of stairs to his basement lair. A Tiny camera was attached to an unnoticed Jack-bot above the rope, giving a bird’s eye view of what would be going on.
Jack and the three over-seas guests, dressed in their costumes, longed in front of a bank of screens in the lair watched until everyone was waiting outside.
Jack, dressed as a corps who’d dug it’s self up from the grave - his hair and starched-to-be-rumpled grey suit where dusted with dirt which was also embedded under his finger nails, lent over and spoke into a small mic, his voice coming out of a hidden speaker at the gate.
“Ok guys, here’s the first activity of the night. Just to the right of you you will find a box with blind-folds in, I want you to stand next the rope and put them on. Once you’ve done that take hold of the rope and start walking. Good luu~uuck”
The albino boy sat back with a gleeful grin on his face and turned towards the two other boys and single female next to him.
“This is going to be GREAT! They’ll be scared witless!”
“But Jack” The small girl with dirty blond bobbed hair lent towards him, being careful not to `dislodge` the ice skate blade stuck in her head “what did you put along the way? Creepy spiders? Movement activated um… sound thingies? You never said”
Jack was silent for a moment and his face had a thoughtful expression showing, as if he where trying to remember. Then a sly smile slid into place.
“Nothing”
Just then a frightened scream came from one of the blind-folded group, soon followed by more and a chorus of “What!? What is it?!”’s
A dark haired boy with nasty looking fake boils covering his face raised and eyebrow “Nothing? So they’re…?”
“Scaring themselves!”
A short burst of screaming come again outside and the small group watching them where taken over by a fit of laughter.
~*~*~
a few hours later the party had progressed from Halloween fright tricks and dancing to ridiculously loud music, the lair was fully sound proofed anyway so the louder the better, to all of them sitting in a circle playing some games and waiting for midnight.
They where normal silly games, one you might end up playing at a pre-teen party, like `Truth or Dare` and `Duck, Duck, Goose` but the quickly ended in a massive fit of laughter and then moved onto the next game. This was, of course, due to inebriated state of the group of friends.
Several bottles of rum and gin had been snuck down from his parent’s party, they weren’t missed as they where the slightly inexpensive gifts brought by the `up-stairs` guests and would likely have spent the whole night untouched until the last few people remained and all the good stuff was gone.
Besides the ill-begotten goods already at the party two of Jack’s friends had each brought cheap bottles of vodka from a corner store and one girl had swiped her older sister’s forty or so cigarettes. (“Consequences be damned, I’m dying for a smoke!”)
Jack was not so much sitting as laying back and propping him self up with his elbows. “Ok, ook! Everyone SHUT IT, kaay? `Cus I gotta game I wanna play, it’s…”
“Jay, you picked the last three games! I wanna do spin the bottle” A girl dressed in a black fake leather, goth cheer-leader outfit waved a lit cigarette in Jack’s direction. He considered her for a moment, took the cigarette for himself and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up `nique, we’ll play that after midnight”
“Humph, fii~iine. But i’s not like we don’ have ENOUGH empty bottles ANYWAY” This was followed by a few drunken sniggers and then a hush as Jack raised his arms for silence. The low lighting made his pale skin seem to glow apart from where it was dusted with dirt or a greenish mold substance, giving his corps costume an all to real effect. It struck people now, as it was only fifteen minuets till midnight, that maybe the veil between the living and the dead really was thinnest on this night and maybe Jack was tempting fate just a little too much.
After a short, almost awkward silence, the mechanically gifted goth started to explain the rules.
“Listen people, we’re going to play `If I Ruled The World`” A light giggle rippled through the teens and Jack smirked drunkenly “`cept this time we’ll be doing the Halloween rules. THAT means you have to list at least two Halloween or scary related rules or things you would do/have done if you where ruler of the world”
“Ok, fair enough. Doesn’t sound too hard”
“I wasn’t finished, ok? Once you’re done instead of just deciding if we’d let you rule there’s a twist. If it’s voted that you’re not fit for ruling the world we then get to come up with a punishment for being such a bad leader, like, I dounno, you have to do the rope trek again or something. Everyone want to play?”
A few people didn’t want to so it was decided the handful of people who did would go and play at the far end on the lair whilst the others started dancing again.
There was only five minuets left to go before midnight and the game had finally gotten around to Jack’s turn. Out of the group of six playing they’d had two punishments already (which included one boy having to go sneak to the up-stairs part naked, steal someone’s drink and get back without being noticed. It was a close call but the elderly widow Mrs Rutterwick hadn’t seen a naked young man in so long she let him go with a wink and a smile) and Jack didn’t fancy being the third.
“.. and um… wait, how many more do I have to go?”
“Three more”
“Right. If I ruled the world all the student who studied human biology or medicine would have to bring a cadaver back to life before they can get their degree, it would um… be against the LAW for hotties not to make out with me at least once and that includes Chase Young”
“Who?”
“Aaand… you’ll get your egged house by all the Trick-or-Treaters for three years running if you give out crappy candy or fruit!”
A minuet was taken to decide if Jack would be a world ruler or not but before the decision could be given the power failed through out the entire lair. It was exactly midnight.
People where drunkenly scrambling around in the dark and Jack was himself getting up to go and start the back-up power when all of a sudden he was grabbed by strong hands and pulled away from the mass of confusion of panic.
Before he could protest a low rumbling voice muttered into his ear “Well that didn’t sound like too bad a law Jack, but I’d have a problem with all those other `hotties` getting a turn” before he was delivered a short, but intense, kiss.
Hardly a second after it was over the lights flickered back to life and Jack was alone in the corner.