Summary: The docking pilot of the Hunter-Gratzner purged not only the cargo, but the passengers too, saving her and the co-pilot, but leaving the passengers to die. The survivors are left to find a way to survive on the barren wasteland of a planet, which becomes that much harder when night falls and the monsters come out. With an escaped convict being the best bet for survival there's no telling who will make it out alive.


"We were purged!"

"They just left us to die?"

"Maybe they're going to get us help…"

Jack frowned as she watched the other survivors. The adults talked of what was happening, the boys, other boys she told herself so she didn't start slipping up, were speaking in some foreign language she couldn't hope to guess the origins of. Too many different people practiced Chrislam… at least that seemed to be what they were… the clothes the rosary… This left Jack very much alone. At least they all seemed to buy that she was a boy…

Her eyes flitted around to see if anyone was paying her any attention before she slipped away, they wouldn't miss her for a couple of minutes while they argued about being ditched on this hellhole. Really they all needed to suck it up, because those people in charge owed them nothing, why should they have died for a bunch of people they never met? Either way it didn't matter, someone way more interesting was inside do to that wanna-be cop.

Jack took in the lot of them trying to pick someone to buddy up to and it was between Riddick and Shazza… one of them was her best chance of survival. Of course if Riddick wasn't chained up, there wouldn't be a competition. She slipped in the part of the ship he was being held in and watched as his head tilted to the side a bit showing that he obviously knew she was there. Keeping close to the wall Jack watched him as she moved to stand in front of him, about an arm's length away.

Looking around Jack blew a breath out her nose. A bit too? What was he going to do? Kill them with his words? Doubtful. He was facing her but his head was cocked to the side like he was thinking. Jack frowned as she looked down at his legs. She couldn't go too close in case he wanted a hostage; she couldn't really let the others know what she was up to. Besides, if he did something like that they'd be more willing to leave him here to rot if they decided to leave the wreckage behind.

"Uh… I could probably take the bit out… drop it on the floor and make it look like it was loose from the crash…" Jack insisted trying to keep her voice low. Usually when she slipped up though people just thought her voice was cracking, apparently something that happened when boys went through puberty.

His shoulders lifted then fell.

It seemed to be up to her.

Looking out towards the ripped open part of the passenger bay Jack could still hear the others carrying on. Shifting around she walked around to his side, making sure she didn't get trapped by his legs. It wasn't hard to unclip the bit, and he spit it out on his own. Her only problem was when she went to step away she found that he had grabbed onto one of her overly baggy shirts.

"What's your name kid?" Riddick asked as she found that he was actually looking at her thanks to the tare in his blindfold.

"Jack," She said trying to seem confident about it. It was really her name, but even with just one eye he seemed to be looking right into her.

"Well Jack, you wanna get this blindfold off me too?" Riddick suggested as he watched the kid.

"I can't let you go," Jack insisted as she looked down at her shirt in his hand.

"I didn't ask you to let me go, just asked if you'd get this off," Riddick insisted as he slowly let go of Jack's shirt. The name and look was throwing him for a loop but Jack smelt suspiciously female. He wanted a better look to see what was up.

Jack bit her lip looking towards where the others would come from if they were looking for her before she started pulling the blindfold off. She grumbled when he moved his head, he was like a dog that wouldn't let you get his collar off even though that's what they wanted. She moved closer her legs touching his, before she hissed when he jerked again making a displeased noise at her. She shuffled around him a little more before she finally succeeded in getting the blindfold off. Dropping it to the ground she glared at him meaning to ask why he'd been so difficult only for the words to get caught in her throat when she gasped, catching him grinning at her. "Fuck," Jack yelped trying to jump back only he slipped his legs around one of hers, trapping her thigh between his.

"Language," Riddick taunted the kid as he kept her close. Jack jerked in his hold and he didn't need to be told anymore, Jack was definitely a girl. She was close and she smelt like a girl and with her pant leg pulled taunt there was the slight flare of a hip, not to mention when he shifted around shoving his leg more firmly between her thighs certain things were missing. "Little girls shouldn't talk like that."

"Shit!" Jack yelped trying to keep her voice down as she clapped her hands over his mouth to keep him quiet. She knew that she couldn't make him do anything, but he couldn't go around saying shit like that. Riddick chuckled behind her hands as he watched her, content to keep her right where she was while she demanded, "You can't fucking tell anyone."

His look said it all. Asking if she was challenging him to do otherwise, and she whimpered pleadingly, "Please you can't, or they'll start watching my every move. Please…"

Riddick's beast swelled at her pleading but he shoved it back down, because he knew that Johns would eat this kid alive if he knew what she did to him. He licked her hand reminding her to let go of his mouth so she could actually get her answer. It caused her to jerk her hands away as he kept his silver eyes on her. She looked him dead in the eye and he knew that she was interested in him; even if she was worried he was going to give her away. "Fine but you owe me," Riddick drawled, "And I'll be keeping your tab open, so be careful how nice you let me be to you." After a second he let go of her leg before adding, "Now go find something to plug that shit up with, and soon, or you're going to be explaining why a boy has bloody pants."

"That's twice now isn't?" Jack asked with a light frown.

"Three, I didn't have to let you go, could have waited for someone to come in here and make me," Riddick said, a wicked grin crossing his lips. Leaning out towards her as much as he could he purred, "Kid I can feel it, by the end of this I'm going to own your ass." He particularly liked the blush that lit up her cheeks, making them flare bright with his altered vision. "Now get going."


AUTHORS NOTE:

So this is my fourth story, this little bugger has been bugging me forever now. Pitch Black and the whole deal my way from beginning to end. Night Fall is probably going to wander into Dark Fury too, for the sake of flow, but it will at least have one sequel. Hopefully we can all enjoy my little pet project and ignore that I have three other stories swimming around.

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