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Eternal Youth: Chapter 4Jack headed back for the Spicer estate, his helipack pushed to top speed. The young genius's body was nearly parallel to the ground as he tore for home.

Chase had screamed, screamed, for him. No one had ever yelled for Jack in such a note of desperation; such hope that Jack would protect them. No one ever depended on him like that before. Nobody needed him that way.

And the first time this had happened, not only was it Chase Young, but Jack wasn't there.

It tore at Jack. It broke his heart and pissed him off at the same time. He was sick with despair and livid with anger and it came out as a sudden, violent need to make someone other than

Eternal Youth: 11The door to the Temple infirmary thudded open and the largest Dragon walked through, Jack Spicer cradled in his arms. The beefy cowboy gave the tech genius a dark look.

“I oughta drop you after what you done in that restaurant, Spicer,” He growled. “But that can wait ‘til after yer back on yer feet.”

Spicer didn’t reply; his slim body was exhausted from the skiing, the fleeing and the fight, not to mention the down home remedy for the chill: immersion in hotter and hotter water until the chill was gone from his body. According to Clay, it worked a treat on early calves.

It had worked a treat on Jack, too.

Eternal Youth: Chapter 2“. . . and then there was a great flash. When it had cleared, this was all we found of Chase Young.” Omi finished, gesturing to the pile of clothes and armor the Xiaolin monks had retrieved.

“I see. But you do not believe Chase Young was obliterated?” Master Fung asked.

The old master studied the clothing spread out in front of him intently. He was loathe to admit it, but he doubted his pupils could have defeated the great Chase Young so easily, Shen-Gong-Wu or no Shen-Gong-Wu.

“His shirt was gone,” Kimiko protested. “And I could have swore I saw something move away from the pile just afterward.”

Ma

Eternal Youth: Chapter 3Chase Young awoke with a pounding headache and tongue that felt covered in fuzz. With a groan, the ancient warlord rolled onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head. The thought the the pillow seemed a lot bigger than usual flitted through his sleep-fogged mind. A moment later, Chase's golden eyes snapped open. This wasn't his bed.

The sheets were silk, certainly, but Chase had more taste than to have black silk bedsheets. Besides which, his sheets had at least twice the thread count of these off-the-shelf affairs. But important than the softness of the sheets was the scent. These sheets smelled of cheap soap, expensive shampoo, hot

Eternal Youth: Chapter 9"Chase? Chase? Chaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaase? Your cocoa's getting cold." Jack murmured, stroking the warlord's face. Chase's face screwed up into a pout as he slowly awoke.
"What a face," Jack chuckled, looking at the bratty scowl. "If the wind changes, your face will stick like that."

Chase gave what was undeniably a whine, rubbing one mitten-clad hand across his eyes.

"Come on, sleepy boy. We're going to eat dinner, then we'll go home."

"Nooooooooo!" Chase whined. "I don't wanna go home yet!"

'Wow,' Jack thought. 'That is annoying.'

The albino genius levered the child up to sit upright. Chase flopped like a rag doll, totally trusting the yo

Eternal Youth: Chapter 1 Chase Young snarled a vicious epitaph under his breath. Looking down at his spell-wrought body, he tried to change to lizard form to destroy the miserable worms that had caused this-no doubt completely out of blind luck-but there was no ripple of power.

“Where did he go?” Omi’s voice came echoing down among the rocks.

“I don’t know, li’l buddy,” Clay’s voice joined the Water Dragon’s. “Maybe the combined Shen-Gong-Wu just . . . destroyed ‘im.”

“I don’t think so,” Kimiko called. “I thought I saw something move away from here just afterwards.” The sound of

Wasted Youth - Prologue“Our Jackie! I’m stuck on a loose board!” Nana Spicer howled.

Jack Spicer left his robots to work and jogged half-heartedly down the dock to where his grandmother made a show of trying to force her wheelchair over a loose board.

“I gotcha, Nana,” the albino teen said, forcing the wheelchair up and over the board. “Are you sure you want to come all the way to Austria? I mean, it’s going to be a long trip and you’ll probably be bored.”

“You aren’t sailing half-way around the world and leaving me to go rusty in that empty house!”

“Actually, it’s more like three quarter

“I frickin’ love tempura,” JB drawled, dragging the deep-fried shrimp through a dish of sodium-laden soy sauce. “Gawd, Japanese food is soooooooo good.”

Clay ‘mmmmm’-ed a noise of agreement as he happily masticated a slice of deep fried smelt.

The other monks, Jack and Matty watched the super-sized pair eat with expressions ranging from disinterest to thinly-veiled hatred.

The thinly-veiled hatred came from Kimiko, who was always a half-step away from exploding with rage anyway.

The tiny Japanese girl detested wearing kimonos, but something just struck her as wrong that this big American cow loved them

Eternal Youth: Chapter 5Wuya screamed profanities in a language so ancient it possessed slang for 'woolly mammoth'. The jungle cats prowling Chase's mountain palace watched dispassionately as the Heylin witch bandaged her severed limb. The conquered warriors didn't question her presence in the keep, but neither did they move to help her. Wuya was there on Chase's whim until the dragon lord said otherwise.

Fortunately or un, however you chose to look at it, Wuya's powers remained sealed. If she had her magic at hand, these fur balls would be skins decorating the floor, Chase would be nothing but a memory, and the Spicer estate, along with its inhabitants, would be a

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One for the road!

The scanners packed up, as are the dolls, so here's a quick comic to tide you over until I get moved.

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~DethKlaire Jan 19, 2013

LMAO!!!!

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~Merkip Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I read this in his voice ._.

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*SparklinBurgndy Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

XD

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~bbb35 Nov 9, 2012

I knew this was gonna turn out that way

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~nocoisreal Oct 9, 2012 General Artist

haha xD I love it

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~NoChristmasJokesPlz Oct 9, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

WOW. XD Nice, Pickles. Nice.

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*LiberLibelula Oct 9, 2012 Student General Artist

Ooooh my Gooood so hardcore XDDD

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*SparklinBurgndy Oct 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

So something. XD

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*MagicRat Oct 9, 2012

LOL! Poor Pickles. It's a damn good thing he's cute and talented.

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*SparklinBurgndy Oct 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

The sad part is Cricket figured out the misunderstanding before he did.

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