A/N I wrote a Jackie Chan Adventures story awhile back but forgot about it and deleted it because I was sort of an emotional mess. (A long story that I don't feel like getting into.) But here's a re-write, that's hopefully better, and will feature actual Jackie Chan episodes with my character, Macey. I will try to follow the show as much as possible, forgive me if the lines aren't exactly accurate, but I'll do my best. Leave a review that tells me if I should go on or not. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I will also be quoting songs that fit the chapter, or songs that I'm enjoying at the moment. I obviously don't own those, and all respect goes to the noted bands/artists.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jackie Chan Adventures, but I do own my idea for the story and any OC's that will appear.

Prologue

"Not long ago you'd find the answers were so crystal clear"- Avenged Sevenfold, "Welcome to the Family."

Macey Chabert stepped out of the taxi, swinging her hair over her shoulder and looking ahead at the small Chinatown shop ahead of her. "Here goes nothing," she muttered to herself, before walking to the door. Her finger rested on the doorknob, hesitantly, but then decided to go ahead and ring the bell. A few moments later, the door opened, and a white-haired man stood in front of her. He looked at her questioningly, as if she was a new species he'd discovered.

"Uh, hello," Macey greeted, cringing inwardly at her awkwardness. "I'm Macey Chabert? The one who called in for a room to rent."

"Oh!" The man nodded vigorously and stepped back. "Of course. Come in. You have had long journey, yes?"

She smiled and nodded. The plane ride from New York City to San Francisco had been fun, but also tiring. It had been the first time she'd ever ridden on an airplane, as her mother kept her from it as a kid. Now twenty years old and able to travel, Macey took the opportunity to study Chinese culture and martial arts. She'd took a two year college course as an English major, her dream to be a writer. She'd written one book and several poems, but had yet to publish any of them.

"Well, come in, come in." The Chinese man stepped aside, and Macey gathered her bags in her arms, ambling awkwardly into the room. It was a nice, tidy little China shop, with books aligning the walls and a red velvet chair. She smiled, immediately feeling at home. She could smell an incense candle (cinnamon) burning in one of the corners.

"Sit down, sit down." The man gestured to the chair, and Macey nodded, sitting hesitantly.

"Thank you, sir," she said, looking around.

"Please call me Uncle," the man told her. "We are not formal. While you are here, we are friends. Understand?"

Macey allowed herself to grin. "Of course."

Uncle turned around, facing the nearby staircase. "Jackie!" His voice was now loud, and Macey winced, wondering if she'd go back to New York City deaf. "Come make new girl tea." He turned back to Macey. "Tea fine with you?"

"Yes si- I mean, Uncle," she stumbled, then cursed herself silently for being so nervous. You're okay, it's just your studies. Just studies.

She heard footsteps, and a tall, burly Chinese man, maybe in his early to mid twenties, stood on the bottom of the staircase. "Is this Macey, Uncle?"

"Yes," Uncle said sharply. "Don't be rude, Jackie..."

The younger man chuckled, holding out his hand. "I'm Jackie. Jackie Chan. You must be Macey Chabert?"

"That's me." Macey then realized he was looking to shake her hand, and she outstretched her arm, the two joining hands and shaking. She never understood the gesture. It was a way to spread germs, but seemingly viewed as a polite form of greeting. At least what she'd been taught. She then remembered that the Chinese were big on respect.

She bowed, clasping her hands together. "Thank you for letting me stay here!" Her words came out quickly and in a blur.

Jackie smiled. "It is not a problem," he said. "You're our friend now. Please, make yourself at home while I fix the tea."

"And one more thing," Uncle said as Jackie turned to go.

Jackie turned around. "Yes?"

"Please make sure she sees her room," Uncle ordered.

Jackie nodded. "Of course." He started to walk into the kitchen, but was stopped once more.

"And one more thing!" Uncle barked.

Jackie put his hand on his head. "Yes?"

"When done, fill out papers," Uncle told him. "Must be done tonight!"

"Uncle, I'm very tired," Jackie groaned, sidestepping Macey. "Can paper wait till tomorrow?"

"Paper very important!" Uncle snapped.

"Alright." Jackie sighed in exasperation, then looked at Macey and smiled. "You can come with me, if you like."

Unsure of how to respond to all of this, Macey slowly followed Jackie into the kitchen, worrying she seemed clingy or needy.

"Is he usually like this?" Macey asked in a low voice as Jackie took down a packet of instant tea and two cups.

"Yes," Jackie said with a smile. "But you'll grow used to it over time. His intentions mean well."

"I suppose so." Macey frowned, looking down at the cups on the counter.

Within ten minutes, the tea was ready. Jackie placed the warm cup in her hand gently.

"Thank you." Macey bowed her head before taking a quiet sip of her tea. It smelled- and tasted- like raspberries.

"You're quite welcome," Jackie said gently. "You are welcome to stay as long as you like."
Blushing slightly, Macey continued to sip her drink, feeling the tea warm her.

Awhile later, Jackie showed Macey her room. It was a small, cosy room tucked in the very back of the shop. It had a lamp, a table, and a bed with a quilt- all the basic necessities. Macey decided that she would use her suitcase as a makeshift dresser, and wash her clothes when needed.

Jackie began working on martial arts moves while she unpacked.

She tried focusing, but his kicks and punches were too distracting- but in a good way.

Pausing, Macey held her Pixies shirt in her hand, looking up at Jackie. "You're amazing," she said, her face reddening. "Can you teach me?"

Jackie smiled. "The foolish," he said slowly, resting his hands on his knees, "seek power within others." He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face up so she could see her. "The wise seek power within themselves. Over time, you will grow to like yourself, and then, I can teach you." He bowed, and she bowed in return.

"Good night," he said, leaning on the door. "And welcome to San Francisco."

Macey yawned as she gave a thumbs up, crawling in bed. She'd sleep in her clothes tonight.

And she wondered why the name Jackie Chan seemed so familiar.