A TIME TO GO
Fandom: SHANGHAI NOON
Summary: Chon considers leaving Roy
Warning: Slash implied, nothing graphic
Inspired by a picture of a tired, hurt Jackie Chan
Disclaimer:Shanghai Noon belongs to Spyglass Entertainment and
Touchstone Pictures. No infringement is intended.
Chon stood on the
back porch, leaning up against the support
beam, looking up at a hawk soaring above him
in ever diminishing circles, making Chon
wonder who the prey was. He knew what it
felt like to be hunted, and it felt so much better
to be the hunter. He had been whittling a small
dragon. It was a very delicate piece with a
great deal of intricate detail. He had been
working on it for a while now, always finding
excuses why it wasn't done. Chon looked
down at the small ferocious creature. At the
same time, the sounds of Roy singing as he
dressed to go to town rang in Chon's ears. The
dragon was a gift for Roy. A gift to be given
when there was nothing more to give, a gift to
say good-bye. Chon stood as a wave of
weariness swept over him.
Defeat was not something he accepted easily,
but this time there seemed little choice. No
matter how many times they pleasured each
other during the week, when Saturday night
rolled around, Roy had to frolic with the ladies.
The last time Chon complained, Roy went back
to the "This is the west, Chon, " explanation,
insisting real men always visited a cat house on
Saturday night and if Chon didn't start stopping
by, people would soon start to talk.
Chon had just replied, "I am married.' Roy had
grinned evilly and snapped back, "Well, I'm not," and
sauntered out of the house with a saucy grin on
Chon sighed again. It was all so tiring. He
didn't want to leave, but to stay and be taken
so much for granted was so painful. How
could Roy not know how much he loved him?
Chon felt like the weight of the world was on
his shoulders. How much longer could he
possibly stay in this situation? And if he left,
how could he possibly go on without Roy at his
Suddenly his sad musings were interrupted by
"So, there you are! I bet you haven't heard a
word I said. Why aren't you ready? Come on,
Chon. You said you'd be there tonight."
Chon looked at Roy, his confusion apparent,
then shook his head slowly, "I am tired, Roy. I
think I will have an early night. You go ahead."
Roy didn't answer at first, then said, " I could
sure you use you there tonight. I'm seeing Miss
Lily. We have an appointment on the side, so
Chon's head snapped up. "Miss Lily? Are you
crazy? You know she's getting married next
week and her fiance is due in town any day."
Roy waggled his eyebrows and with a leering
grin said, "Well, he ain't here yet."
"Go!" Chon ordered, "I want no part of this."
Roy shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You
know partner, you're just no fun anymore."
Then he turned and left. A few minutes later
Chon heard his horse gallop off to town. As
the sound of the horses hooves echoed in his
ears, Chon began to have second thoughts.
Roy was so reckless. It was almost like he had
a death wish. He really wasn't capable of
protecting himself, yet he intentionally put
himself in harms way all the time. It was a
miracle he had survived as long as he had. If
the mountain man of a miner Miss Lily was
wedding showed up tonight, there would be a
funeral tomorrow for certain. Chon pulled
out his watch. He had just enough time to
change and get to town. Maybe nothing would
happen. Maybe her fiancÈ wouldn't come till
tomorrow. Maybe. But Roy didn't seem to
have luck like that. Usually, if something bad
could happen, it did. Chon decided he better
A short while later Chon peered inside the
saloon just in time to see Roy and Lily walking
up the spiral stairs together, arm in arm. It
didn't hurt as much as it once did to see Roy with a
woman. Roy watched as a feeling of numbness
grew over him. He felt so tired. Once the
couple were out of sight, he entered the saloon.
The bartender, Mike, called him over
"You better do something Chon. Big John sent
word he'd be here tonight and if he finds Roy
with Lily, you know darned well someone will
be needing the undertaker."
Chon nodded, and assured Mike, "Don't
worry. I will stay upstairs and make sure
they're not interrupted."
The bartender nodded back in agreement.
Chon found a perch on the top step of the stairs
where he could see everything below. The
various sounds of lovemaking drifted from the
various rooms and occasionally Chon thought
he heard either Lily or Roy. Each time it felt
like a knife in his heart.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out the
dragon. H examined it carefully, from the tip of
its tail, to the tongue of flame that flickered from
its mouth. Slowly, Chon acknowledged to
himself, it was finished. Just then a hush fell
over the room below. Chon looked down at
the hushed crowd and saw a huge man
deliberately making his way across the floor,
headed for the stairs. Big John.
Chon put the dragon away and stood. Big
Chon reached the foot of the stairs and snarled,
"Get outta my way chinaman. Someone's with
my Lily and they're gonna pay the price."
"Please, Mr. John. Do not do this." Chon
implored anxiously. "Wait, please, let miss Lily
Big John just grunted and started up the stairs.
Chon timed his kick and executed it perfectly,
but It was like trying to kick an elephant. Big
John just kept coming. Soon the two men were
struggling, hand to hand. Twice, Chon went
flying into the wall. Then he flew through the air
and used both feet in a powerful kick to Big
John's neck. It didn't stop him, but it must
have hurt because suddenly he whipped out a
knife. The knife slapped at Chon's face, the
blade just barely slicing through the skin, and
Chon drew back as fast as he could. It was close.
too close. Big John headed for the nearest door.
A frenzied Chon leaped on his back and started
a series of blazing chops to neck. Soon Big
John began to tumble to the ground. Chon
finished him off with a kick, and watched his big
body roll sown the stairs to the landing.
Chon heard the door open then and spun
around to see Roy. He was standing there, gun
in hand with his pants on but not fastened. At
first he looked a little rattled. Then, the old Roy
was there. The grin that was bigger than life as
he announced, "Why thank you, partner. You
do good work. Lock him up, ok? Uh, what
happened to your face? Forgot to duck, huh?"
Chon felt that tired despair wash over him
again. Was there no way to reach Roy's heart?
Did Big John deserve to be arrested? As he
struggled with his dilemma, Roy suddenly
shouted "Chon, look out!" Almost
instantaneously, Chon felt a blazing pain in his
back and everything went black.
Roy stared in horror as he saw Big John's gun
fire at Chon. He gasped in horror as Chon fell
to the floor, blood pouring out of his back.
Quickly he aimed at Big John and fired, hoping
for once his aim would be true. It wasn't, but
others had surrounded the miner now and soon
he was tied up and secure. Roy fell to his
knees beside Chon, unable to talk, unable to
believe what his eyes were showing him.
Behind him the girls were all screaming, half
dressed men were hurriedly leaving. From out
of nowhere, the Doctor suddenly appeared with
his bag. He shook his head and slowly and
announced, "it don't look good."
The Doc commandeered one of the bedrooms
and did surgery on Chon right there. Roy was
one of the men holding him down in case he
moved during the operation to remove the
bullet. He needn't have worried. Chon never
regained consciousness. Roy never left his side.
Before the doctor left, he declared it could go
either way. There was nothing more he could
do. Roy chased everyone away and began his
vigil and Chon's side. His mind reeled at the
thought of a life without Chon. He sat in a
chair beside the bed, Chon's hand in his, his
head bowed in helpless prayer.
He did not see Falling Leaves enter the room.
He didn't know when she arrived, only that
when next he looked up, she was there. She
came to his side and whispered softly, "You
can save him, Roy. You can. You are the only
one. Your love can bring him back. You must
tell him your heart. You must confess your
love. If you don't, he will leave us."
"He knows how I feel," Roy half lied.
Falling Leaves smiled sadly. "It is true, he does
know how you feel. But do you? If you do not
love him, say good bye and let his spirit be at
peace. But if you love him, really love him, you
must fight for his life and make him want to live.
He has lost the will to survive. Only you can
restore it. Choose carefully. " Her last words
were said sadly, as her finger traced the cut
across his face the blade had left. Then, she
placed a kiss on Chon's forehead, and silently
left the room, before Roy could even get up the
nerve to ask her a question.
He stared down at Chon's mute body in
frustration. "Why? Why me?" he asked, angrily.
"Why does it always have to be me? You
know I love you, damn it. Why do I have to
play this game? Damn it, Chon, don't die!
Don't you damn well die! I swear to god, it
hard enough living with you, and trying to look
normal like. You really think I could live
without you? You think those are just wrestling
matched between us all week? Damn it, you
know I love you. Why do I have to say it??
You know how much I need you? Why do I
have to say it? Okay, you want to hear me say
it? Ill say it. I need you. I NEED YOU!
Chon, you die, and so help me god, I'll follow
you right into the grave. I know I'm not a
perfect partner, but I'll try to change. I don't
promise I can, but I'll try. There ain't never
been anybody touched me deep inside the way
you do, never anybody before you and there'll
never be anyone after you.' Roy stood and
clutched Chon's shoulders, and begged,
"Please, partner, you gotta live. You gotta find
a way." Roy stood tall then Roy pulled his six
gun out and warned softly, " If you don't Chon,
they're gonna bury us together."
When the doctor entered the room the next
morning, Roy was asleep with his head in
Chon's lap. Chon was awake, but weak, The
doctor smiled. Roy woke up. He looked at
Chon and saw his dark eyes filled with love.
Roy smiled. "Welcome back, partner."
Chon wondered if he should tell Roy he heard
what he said last night and decided against it.
He smiled wider, and whispered happily,
"Welcome back, partner."