Title: The Past's Dark Touch
Pairing: None, Jackcentric
Summary: A peek into Jack's thoughts soon after their escape.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jack, Riddick, Iman, Fry etc. If I didd Riddick would be my personal sex slave ;).
Status: Complete
Jack gazed at Riddick as he slept in the pilot's chair. He was her savior. He had saved her from those God forsaken creatures on that deserted rock. Yeah he had saved her, but for what ... she had no home; nowhere to go. What had he really saved her for? To live on the streets from day to day not knowing where her next meal would come from, wondering if each night on the streets would be her last. She had spent the better part of 17 years doing that. And them an Aunt that she never knew she had scraped up enough credits to come and find Jack and bring her home with her. Her Aunt had been one of the people that had been buried on T2.
What luck, what fucking luck, she though bitterly. She was so close to having a real family and it had been shot to hell, all because of a cargo ship accident. Jack knew that Imam would have taken her in and cared for her as if she were his own daughter. But he was going to New Mecca and she really had no desire to spend the rest of her days on a planet fueled by faith. She had lost her faith many years ago when her mother had thrown her out of their house because her father had raped her. Jack had no intentions of staying with them anyway. But it still brought tears to her eyes to know that her own mother would do that to her. That's why she dressed and acted like a guy. Guys had it way better then girls did. Guys could travel all over the galaxy and never be hassled one time, but a girl would be lucky if she was still alive by the end of one journey. So that's what she did, she became a guy and hot-rodded as a stowaway around the galaxy, from one slum to another.
Jack got up and started pacing around the small cramped area, affording one last glimpse of Riddick in the process. She really did wish that Riddick would take her with him. But she knew it was futile to wish for, even if he was still buzzed off of the newfound redemption that Fry had offered him. He didn't want some Teenaged cross dresser on his hands. He was a loner, always was and always would be. A loner with a past darker then Jack's could ever be, and her's was pretty dark. She had even had the great displeasure of killing a few people along the way. Not that Iman or Riddick would ever find out about that facet of her life. She wasn't ashamed of what she did but she wasn't proud of it either. Their were a lot of things that she was not proud of doing but this near death experience had showed her something...people could change. Hell, Riddick went from only thinking about himself to rescuing a holy man and a girl even after he absolutely had to.
Jack plopped down in the copilot's chair and stared at the passing stars. Hell, maybe I can change too, she mused as sleep captured her.