(Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick or any of the Chronicles of Riddick, or Pitch Black characters.)

Jack/Riddick, its narrative but bits and pieces are in her POV.

Summery: Jack's 17 and having feelings she'd never felt before about someone she'd never thought of in that way. Feelings she'd never knew about till now, but she wonders if he'd ever feel the same way about her.

Jack sat on the couch, next to Riddick as they listened to the song playing on the radio. Jack glanced at Riddick then back at the wall opposite them.

"Want a soda?" She asked Riddick as she stood up and headed into the kitchen. Riddick gave no answer. Riddick stood up and walked into the bathroom. Jack watched as he walked gracefully into the bathroom closing the door behind him. After a few seconds the sound of water filled the silence in the small two bedroom apartment.

Why can't I say anything around him? Lately you've acted like a two year old. What is wrong with you? Jack thought. Steam curled from under the bathroom door as it slowly swung open and a half-naked Riddick walked out heading for the fridge.

"Oh my god!" Jack whispered, looking at the ground as he walked by, her eyes followed him, part of his "V" disappearing into the towel; she tried to look away but couldn't. Suddenly she saw him staring back at her. "What?" she asked giving him a 'what the heck' look.

"You were staring." He replied still looking at her.

"Don't flatter yourself." She stated turning her back to him. "Put some clothes on."

"I pay for this place, I'll walk around naked if I want."

"Please do." She stated under her breath.

"What was that?" he asked coming up behind her.

"Nothing." She headed towards her room feeling his eyes following her. She sat in her room thinking about the past few days. She couldn't speak, or think, or walk, or eat, around him.

Is the fact he's a killer finally sinking in or what? she thought. No, that couldn't be. I mean yeah he's Riddick, but he wouldn't hurt me. Laying sprawled out on her bed she thought about Riddick and how he'd taken care of her.

"C'mon Jack, snap out of it. Nothing has changed between you and him." She said to herself. Crawling to her bedroom door Jack peeked her head out to see where Riddick was, seeing his bald head sticking off the end of the couch she new he was taking a nap so she quietly stood up and started tip-toeing to the front door. she was halfway there when Riddick grunted, she stopped on a dime turning around to find him still asleep. As a sly smile grew on her face she tip-toed over to the couch crouching by the side table where the radio was kept. Turning the knob all the way to the right she flipped it on as a man announcer spoke loud and clear. Riddick jumped up in a fighting stance shiv in hand. Jack still crouching giggled as Riddick looked at her. Turning off the radio she stood up coming face to face with him.

"You move pretty fast for someone who was sleeping." She stated as she glared at him.

"Practice." He said in a gruff voice. Jack turned around and headed for the door.

"Later." She said not giving him a chance to speak.

Jack walked aimlessly through alleys and streets before realizing she was lost. Her heart ached and her head swam with thoughts and feelings.

"I feel like my heart jumps into my throat, and butterflies fly in my stomach, when I'm around him. I can't do anything right. And now I'm lost." Feeling like a child she turned around heading back the way she came. Her stomach bubbled and she took a few more steps, her foot got caught on something and she fell to the ground face first. Putting her hands out she caught herself. She looked behind her, when she did a black blur moved into the shadows. Grunting she got to her feet. "Riddick I know your there." She called into the shadows, but no answer came.

My body and brain knows when he's around, I can't even walk around him anymore. What's happening to me? She thought as she walked through the alley in hopes she was headed the right way. After wondering through more alleys she finally made it back to the door of her and Riddick's two bedroom apartment. She stood staring at the door wondering what she would find behind it. A man she loved with all her heart and soul, loving her as a little sister. How can he do this to me. How can he make me feel helpless inside? her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Do I LOVE him? Do I love Richard B. Riddick? She thought as tears welled up in her eyes and she turned the knob of the door walking in the empty apartment.

"Riddick?" She called to him with no answer in return. "Good he's gone." She stated. She walked into the kitchen sitting down at the small table setting her head on her arms she gave a growl of frustration. Moving her arms she banged her head on the table a few times before standing up and slowly dragging her feet into Riddick's room sitting on the bed. Crawling to the middle of the bed she curled into a ball and took in the smell of the blanket.

Mmmm. It smells good. Smells like him, smells like Riddick. She slowly drifted to sleep with the thought of Riddick.

Jack felt a shake and she slide her eyes open barley enough to see Riddick's large hand on her shoulder shaking her gently. Taking his hand she pulled him onto the bed next to her. She smiled wrapping her arms around his and nuzzling into his right bicep. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she jumped back landing on the floor. She looked up at Riddick with a very embarrassed look.

"Back so soon." She said with a nervous laugh. Riddick just looked at her, and she looked back, for her time seemed to stop. She blinked and got to her feet. "Sorry." She apologized

"For?" he asked still looking at her.

"For crashing on your bed. I was hella tired and it was the closest bed to the kitchen." She lied.

"You mean the closest from the kitchen besides yours." He caught her in a lie and they both knew it. Walking to the edge of the bed she looked him straight in the eye.

"Riddick, what do you think of me?"

"I think you're a 17-year-old girl who likes to get lost." He replied. She smacked his boot.

"Not what I ment."

"I know." She smacked his boot again walking out of his room and into the living room. Her heart once more sunk into her stomach.

Why can't I face him without getting all jittery and gaga? Why do I act… retarded around him? She sat down on the couch as Riddick emerged from his room and accompanied her on the couch, sitting on the opposite side. She looked at him then back at her hands fidgeting in her lap. She couldn't stand it anymore she had to say something, anything that even made sense on why she felt the way she did. She opened her mouth to speak when a knock came to the door.

"I'll get it." She said standing up and skulking to the door. looking through the peep hole she saw a short little woman. Opening the door Jack looked at the little woman in confusion. "May I help you?" she questioned.

"Is der a Richard B. Riddick at this residence?" she asked with a strange accent. Jack turned around to see the couch empty.

"Um… no sorry." She said as she started to close the door. The little woman pulled out a gun pointing it at her.

AN: I know, I know. Up-dates. Right, well for what happens next you must stay tuned for the next chp. Hope you liked it.