A/N: so this is just something I thought up. I hope you like it.
Picking her way through the front yard was a challenge. Drunken kids lay sprawled across the lawn, passed out. Broken bottles and plastic cups were everywhere. Not to mention the flaming motor bike in the middle. The once beautiful fountain was destroyed and tire tracks and mud were everywhere.
To say the least, it was trashed. The inside was even worse. Music blared loudly from almost every room in the entire house. Beer and other liquids covered the floor. Making her wish that she had actually worn shoes to the house.
More intoxicated children were stumbling around the house. Her nose crinkled in disgust as the aroma of vodka, beer, and vomit permeated her nose.
Getting quite frustrated, Wuya doubled her search effort, and odd anger rising in her.
"Where is that insufferable child?" she hissed to herself. She walked from room to room picking her way around the bodies, both passed out and walking around.
Finally, opening a room on the second floor at the end of the hall, she found him.
Lying on the couch with two girls on either side of him. No one looked up as she opened the door.
Mumbling around the mouth he was currently kissing, Jack slurred out a sentence. "Shut the damn door and get out, I'm busy here."
"Jack, I'm really in no mood to deal with your intolerable stupidity." She answered blankly.
Looking up slowly to meet the witches gaze, Jacks eyes opened wide. "Wuya? What are you doing here; I'm pretty sure I didn't invite your ugly hag face to this party." He slurred.
Wuya looked over his glossy eyes and his slurred words, eventually her eyes landed on the bottle in his hand.
"Jackie," one of the girls whined, the blonde one, "who's the old lady? Your mother?"
Infuriated, Wuya turned her stare icy cold and settled it on the two girls. "No, you little whore of a girl; I am most certainly not his mother. And unfortunately for you, I don't take kindly to that kind of an insult." With a flick of her hand the blonde haired girl flew out of the room, shrieking all the way out.
"Oh my god! Amanda?" the other girl, a pretty brunet, smartly raced out after her companion, screaming.
"Well, way to go. You just lost me my two girls. Now I got to go get new ones." Jack said as he stumbled past Wuya, and towards the door. The bottle still held in his hand.
Before he could reach the door though, a cold, claw like hand grabbed his collar yanking him back and turning him around to face her.
"Boy, I'm going to give you one chance to apologize." She stated firmly. Her hold on his collar not loosening at all.
"Apologize? Ok, ya, I'm sorry, very sorry I had to lose my chance at getting laid, cause you had to but in your ugly old face." He snarled out in a drunken slur. He tried to wiggle out of Wuya's grasp but she wasn't letting go. "Damn it, Wuya let me go; I got to go get my party on."
"Jack, You're completely drunk aren't you? How much have you had to drink tonight?" she knew for a fact, that if Jack was sober, he would have been a giant blubbering mass at her feet. She wasn't sure she liked Jack drunk.
"Jeeze, why do you give a damn, I don't have to tell you shi-"
He was abruptly cut off mid-sentence as Wuya snapped her fingers in front of him. She may not have had enough power to raise her golem children but she had more than enough to lift the drunken stupor clogging the boys mind.
"Now, like I said, boy, how much have you had to drink tonight?" she asked him again.
It was almost funny to see how much Jack's face changed. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open just a bit, his stance also changed, instead of standing up straight like he had been, he cringed away from her and looked down to the floor. The bottle fell from his hand, spilling onto the floor.
"He-Hey Wuya." He looked up at her and smiled sheepishly.
"Well?" she waited.
"Oh, uh, ya, umm, I don't know a few? Five maybe six? And a couple of jello shots? Why do you ask?"
"What exactly, went through your stupid, stupid, head when you thought drinking would be a fun little past time?" her voice was sickly sweet when she asked him.
Jack knew when she used that tone of voice that nothing good was going to come from it. Deciding that no matter what he said, he would still be in trouble, he said exactly what he wanted to.
"Why the hell do you want to know? Better yet why the hell should I even tell you? Even better, why don't you just get the fuck out of my house and leave me to my damn party?" Jacks voice was loud and he was quite proud of the fact that his voice didn't stutter once throughout his entire speech. He even managed to look her right in the eye and stand up straight to.
Of course his pride filled moment was cut short when he saw the murderous look in Wuya's eyes. It was then he decided that that had been a very, very, bad idea. Quickly he tried to apologize. "Please, you wouldn't hit a drunken kid would you? I'm sorry, just let me go!" he pleaded quickly.
Instead of answering him, she moved her hold from his shirt collar to his flaming red hair and began to drag him out of the room. The piteous boy blubbering apologizes behind her.
Finding what she was looking for, she through Jack in the room before she entered and shut the door behind her.
Jack was scared. Wuya had dragged him all the way into one of the Spicer Mansion's many bathrooms. He had tried to placate her but it didn't work. And now he was locked in a bathroom with an angry witch. This wasn't going to be good.
"W-Wuya, you k-know I was just kidding right? I-I mean, y-you have every r-right to know w-whatever you want." He stumbled out. When she moved closer to him, he backed up. Fear was turning his stomach into a knot, and making him break out in to a cold sweat.
Sick of listening to him, she drew in close and kicked his legs out from beneath him. Then with another snap of her fingers she made the boy empty the contense of his stomach into the toilet right in front of him.
After she was satisfied that every ounce of the vile drink had left her boy's body. She questioned him once more. "Now, once again, why did you think drinking would be fun?"
"Fuck you. I did it cause I wanted to, and it's my damn life so I can. Pretty sure it's none of your concern anyway." He snarled wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He wasn't stupid he knew she forced him to up chuck everything. He also knew that he was in deep shit, but right now he could currently care less. He drank because it was fun and it made him feel normal, and wouldn't it figure that even when he was trying to be just a regular kid and have a fun party, Wuya had to come in a ruin it for him. And now she was trying, scratch that, succeeding in taking away his fun.
"You see there, that's where you're wrong; it's not your life. It's mine. Mine to play with, mine to interfere with and mine to end, if I so choose. Unfortunately for you, alcohol is something I would rather not have in your life. Now that we have this taken care of, I want you to go out and end this little party of yours and then go to bed." She told him rather flatly.
Jack's eyes widened while what she said went through his head. Did she really just say that she owned him? She didn't own him. No one owned Jack Spicer Evil Boy Genuis.
"Jack, this wasn't a question, it was an order, now be a good boy, and do as you're told."
"You're not my mother and god even if you were I would still say this. Suck my dick I don't have to a damn thing you tell me." he got to his legs shakily, and just as quickly was forced back down by hand on his shoulder and another resting on his head.
"I wish you would have done just what you were told."
He didn't have time to question what the hell she was doing before his head was forced into the vomit filled toilet bowl.
He quickly held his breath while the disgusting stuff went up his nose and he struggled to get free. The hand on his head forced him deeper into the bowl until his chin hit the bottom. His lungs burned for the oxygen it was denied. His heart was racing with fear, was she going to kill him? He stopped struggling hoping she would let him breathe soon. Black dots started to cloud his vision, and just when he was sure he would pass out she pulled him out.
Coughing and spluttering he drew in deep lungful's of air.
Wuya watched him crawl away from her. She leaned down and carefully lifted Jack's face to her own. "Jackie, why don't you just be a good boy. Say you're sorry and go do as I said?" she asked
Jack was scared. Not just from his near death experience but from the fact that she did this all because he didn't cancel his party. He really didn't want to go through that again, but he felt like if he did as she asked, he would be forfeiting the very small hold on his life. He didn't want to relinquish his life. He didn't want to be owned, but he was sure that if he denied her a second time, she would something worse to him than just giving him an extremely disgusting and terrifying swirly.
Still, self-preservation won out in the end.
"Sorry." He answered gruffly.
He got up from his hands and knees and after steadying himself, he looked toward the door, and then toward Wuya. "Can, I go?" he asked quietly, not wanting to anger her.
"Yes, you may. Go get these kids out of the house Jack. Before they break something else."
He nodded glumly, and walked towards the door, as he reached the handle Wuya's voice sounded from the opposite side.
"Oh, and Jack, don't let me catch you drinking again. Like I said, I don't want alcohol in your life." Her voice held a dangerous tone in it that told Jack dis-obeying her would be a very, very, bad idea.
As Jack left the bathroom, Wuya cleaned it up with a snap of her fingers. She honestly didn't like the idea of punishing Jack, but he had to know his place on the Heylin side. Unlike on the Xiaolin side, or even in real life, you weren't allowed to be your own person. You would be owned.
Wuya, was, unfortunately owned by Chase and Jack was owned by Wuya. He would understand this eventually, and then he could actually begin to learn from her. Besides, he didn't need to hang out with these useless, stupid, brain damaged children anyway. He was much better than them, in every way.
Why he would want to lower himself to the level of these children she would never know, and quite frankly didn't care.
He was hers and she wouldn't have him being a drunken stupid teenager. End of story.
The sound of complaints and boos met her ears, as, she presumed children left the house. The music was turned off and the door slammed shut.
Exiting the bathroom, she saw Jack trudging up the stairs mumbling under his breath. When he caught sight of her, he shut up and said "I'm going to bed now. Everyone's gone. Are you happy now? You just single handedly ruined one of the best parties. Ever."
"Yes, actually now that you mention it and I am quite satisfied. Remember Jack, You better not even think about touching something as vile as Alcohol again. Or else I break every last one of your fingers, and both ankles, and leave you on your floor." She threatened darkly.
He gulped quickly and then glared at her half-heartedly before storming down the hall and into his room. Slamming the door shut with a bang.
"Teenagers." She muttered irritably as she teleported back to Chase Young's citadel.
"Where have you been?" Chase's voice drifted from the top of the staircase.
"Oh you know, just checking up on Jack, you know how teenagers get, they need to put in their place every once in a while." She answered sweetly.
Chase raised an eyebrow but made no comment.
Back at the Spicer Mansion, Jack had just finished his shower and was now curled up in his bed.
One thought passed through his head before he passed out.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
A/N: OK LIKE I SAID THIS IS JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING I CAME UP WITH. I don't know, I always loved the idea of Wuya having a sorta tough love/motherly love towards Jack. Sorry if everyone is a little OC but W/E ! I don't know if I am going to continue this or not, I kinda want to, but I just want to know I'm not going to be righting for like just one or two ppl. So read and review or not.