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Bring Me To Life	By : lilvior Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 4129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Bring Me To Life

Author: Lilvior

Summary: Chase kills Jack, but don’t worry; look at the title. ‘A mysterious new shen-gong-wu’ (the plot bunny that has been done to death) could bring him back and in the process help Raimundo realise his true feelings. Corny summary. As in all my Xiaolin Showdown stuff; Jack is fifteen and Rai is sixteen.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Death, swearing, angst, slash/yaoi (Rai/Jack, Chase/Jack one-sided), H/C, slight Homophobia (do I need to give a warning for that?)

Feedback: Please! And if you feel you need to flame, please make sure you say one good thing for every bad thing you have to say, it’s only fair :-)

Disclaimer: Eeep, almost forgot to add that! I don’t own the characters, I make no money from this. In fact I don’t own anything but my computer and I don’t make any money at all from anything. Also, the song lyrics are from Evanescence – Bring me to Life, and Within Temptation – Angels. Please don’t flame me for my awful taste in music.

A/N: Just realised I’ve been calling the shroud of shadows the ‘cloak’ of shadows *whacks self round head*.

Chapter 3 – Bring me to life
Now that you know what I’m without,

You can’t just leave me.

Breathe into me and make me real.

Bring me to life.
A few months ago, Jack had managed to crash his helipack into the side of a cliff. He’d woken up on the beach 20 foot below about an hour later, badly concussed. He couldn’t feel his limbs and he had thought he’d paralysed himself, or broken his neck. He hadn’t been able to see anything either, just an ambient glow. He could only hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

And that was how it was now.

He could neither feel nor move his body, he couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. He didn’t even know if he was breathing.

But he could hear the roar of the sea in his ears.
Raimundo shivered in the cold early morning air, he tentatively touched Jack’s face. The flesh was still horribly cold. He looked into the younger boy’s eyes, desperately searching for some hint that he was okay, but the eyes were glazed over and the only thing Rai could see in them was fear.

“You’re okay.” He whispered, absent-mindedly stroking Jack’s cheek.

He had little knowledge of science, and knew only vaguely of the state of rigor mortis, so he didn’t know that Jack’s limbs would only become flexible again once every cell in his body had been permeated by oxygen.

Slowly, he saw life returning to Jack’s eyes, those beautiful red eyes that he’d never seen quite this close up. The boy blinked and his lips twitched.

“You’re okay.” Rai repeated, taking one cold hand between his own and rubbing it in an attempt to restore some warmth.
It took a whole hour for Jack to regain full mobility.

“I thought I was dead.” He whimpered, feeling light-headed and bruised all over. He looked up in time to catch a guilty look on Raimundo’s face. The ocean was still roaring in his ears and the more Jack thought about it, the louder it seemed to get until he realised it was simply blood pumping through his veins.

His mind was buzzing with confusion, the last thing he remembered was the blade sticking out of his chest. He’d been stabbed by… Chase? The sickness he’d felt as he’d crumpled to the floor hadn’t been caused by the blade through his heart, but by the one who’d put it there. His eyes stung as he thought about how little he must have meant to Chase if it had been that easy to kill him. He tried to forget about the nights when he’d only been able to sleep by imagining he was lying in Chase’s arms, he tried to forget about how he thought it would have felt to be kissed by those thin hard lips, and how he had wished desperately for Chase to make love to him. He was a smart boy, he knew Chase didn’t return his feelings; but he always liked to imagine that there was a chance. Every time Chase had laid a hand on his shoulder, or stroked his hair, he had prayed to every deity that it would lead to something more. He thought that if he showed Chase just how dedicated he was, Chase would find it endearing and fall in love with him. Yeah right.

But now he felt stupid.

Chase had been tolerating him. Nothing more.

“You were.”

He looked up at Raimundo. He hadn’t even started on wondering why Raimundo was there. Or where ‘there’ was for that matter. And it didn’t seem like he was going to get a chance to any time soon either.

“I was… dead?” He raised a rather bemused eyebrow. Well, what does one say to that?

“Yeah, Chase stabbed you-”

“Yeah I know about that.” Jack snapped angrily, he didn’t want to think about Chase any more.

“He broke- I mean, pierced your heart.” Raimundo cringed at his tactless mistake.

Jack glared at him; pissed off with himself for being so obvious about his feelings for Chase.

“So, how come I’m sat here talking to you?” He sneered sarcastically.

“Uhm, have you heard of the resurrection stone?” Raimundo looked cold, and Jack wasn’t surprised, the idiot was stood there half naked with no regard for the time of year or day.

But his thoughts snapped into alignment at the mention of the resurrection stone.

“You used the resurrection stone to bring me back to life?” Jack had an expression of utter disbelief on his face, he didn’t know what to say or think.

“Yeah.” Raimundo gripped the stone in his pocket, Jack obviously knew of its powers.

“Why?”
Raimundo had been feeling a little shell-shocked since it had sunk in that Jack was alive again. He felt a little disappointed that Jack was back to his old self; using a derogatory tone when speaking to him, and not seeming at all grateful. But his mind cleared when Jack asked him why he’d brought him back from the dead.

He didn’t know what to say, but he supposed he’d have to come up with an answer sooner or later as his buddies were gonna notice that their dead enemy was breathing again the second a new shen-gong-wu revealed itself. He couldn’t possibly tell any of them the real reason.

“I didn’t want you to be dead.” Was all he could come up with.

Jack was staring at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world.

“You do realise that you can only use the stone once, right?” He still had a condescending look in his eyes, but it was more confused than malevolent.

Rai nodded, afraid that if he spoke he’d give away too much of the way he was feeling, in his voice.

“So, now if one your Xiaolin dragons dies, you can’t use it on them.” Jack stated. “Not that I’m ungrateful or anything, but I think you’ll regret using the stone on me when one of them bites the dust.”

“The way you died was wrong.” Rai muttered, inaudibly.

“What?”

He took a deep breath.

“The way you died,” He said, louder, “was wrong.” He looked the red-head in the eyes, hating the way he was frowning. Raimundo wanted to kiss him until the frown dissolved off of his face. He wanted to hug all the ‘evil’ out of him, make him forget all about Chase Young.

“What do you mean?” Jack’s frown deepened.

Raimundo took a deep breath, and placed his hand over Jack’s.

“I know how you felt about Chase.” He began, “I watched him take advantage of you, using you for menial, pathetic tasks, leading you on. Then, when he’d had enough; he killed you.” Rai stared angrily at the ground. “He treated you like a possession.” When he looked up again he saw that Jack’s eyes were wet with tears.

“I loved him.” Jack whimpered, one tear rolling heavily down to his jawbone.

“I know.” Rai said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Jack’s shoulders, pulling the younger boy into a deep hug. He felt, rather than heard, Jack start to cry. Jack was still sat on the table, now Rai stood facing him, hands rubbing small circles on his back. He felt his shoulder getting wet, but didn’t mind; Jack’s face was buried in his neck and Raimundo raised one hand to start gently stroking his hair.

“He was a bastard, you don’t need him.” He whispered soothingly, he couldn’t feel the cold anymore, Jack’s body had warmed up.

They held each other until the sun came up.
A/N: I know it’s short again. I’m gonna run out of lyrics before the end at this rate… But that seemed like a good place to leave it. If you are reading this now, please review before moving on! I know it’s moving slowly, but if I don’t get any feedback then I don’t know if I’m writing the right way.

btw, my muse came home this afternoon! I’m dedicating a short one-shot to him; look out for it, it’s called ‘Betray Me’.
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