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"If you can't fix it with duck tape, then you obviously haven't used enough."
Chapter Two
They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side…the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake.
Transporting me with civilians. Sounded like forty, forty plus. Heard an Arab voice, some hoodoo holy man. Probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route?
Smelled a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type, free settlers. And they only take the back routes.
And there's my real problem: Mr. Johns, blue eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to Slam…only this time he picked a ghost lane.
A long time between stops…A long time for something to go wrong.
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Draco heard the ship before he saw it. It made a great big booming sound as it slammed onto the unforgiving desert floor, leaving a giant smoldering scar in its wake. Shifting into his wolf form with ease, he went to go investigate. The huge white wolf, fur adorned with feathers and beads, several bracelets on his forelegs, and a large intricate black tattoo on his upper right foreleg, crested dune after dune, eating up the four kilometers to the crash site in just under twenty minutes.
Cresting the last hill, he moved towards the spires to hide in their shadows as he got his first glimpse of a human in over six decades. The shock of actually seeing another living human being after so long completely immobilized him. Harry was still back at the Colony, as they have dubbed it, or Little Britain from some sort of TV show, as his Alpha has taken to calling it.
He couldn't believe his eyes. The ship that had crashed was huge and could easily hold sixty to seventy people. A long black scar lay behind the ship; it stank of fire and death, and was littered with the bodies of those who were unlucky enough to be towards the back. With a ship that size he expected to see a good amount of survivors, twenty-five at least, but that was not the case.
Before him stood ten people, most of them upon the ship, looking back at the wreckage caused by their not-quite-landing. The wolf could smell three children, one of which was a girl, and an adolescent male who was on the cusp of adulthood. The rest were adults. One, who held a position of leadership, not the position mind you, but one of them, smelled of gunpowder, death, and addiction. It left his nose twitching. The role of leadership was currently held by a female, she reeked of nothing but guilt.
Another adult female stood by her, smelling of the earth, leather, and sweat, as did her mated. He saw two more men standing upon the ground, one with dark skin smelling of smoke, compassion, and kindness, while the other paler one just stank of fear and cowardliness.
That one wouldn't survive for long, the wolf knew, because on this planet it was survival of the fittest. It tormented, abused, and mocked them before it finally ate them. Another scent was carried on the wind and the wolf raised his giant muzzle to take a long sniff. It smelled of cinnamon, seduction, blood, and rage. The wolf growled in approval, shifting on his hind legs to stand, but couldn't get a sight of the man who held such a tantalizing aroma. He was probably still inside.
His pierced ears flickered back the way he had come from. A howl echoed through the canyon, carried upon the wind, and called to him. The others wouldn't be able to hear it, since their hearing was so weak, but he could hear it clear as day. His Alpha demanded his presence back at the Colony.
Dropping once again to all fours, he turned his back upon his discovery. The white wolf made his way quickly back home; after all it wouldn't due to keep his Alpha waiting.
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Riddick crouched on the floor, removing the last of his restraints when he heard it. This trip had ended quite abruptly after the meteor shower, and now he was stranded on a not so dead planet with civilians who had no idea about the first thing of survival. After his breakout, he had attempted to add one more person to the growing list of the dead, but Johns just wouldn't fucking die. So instead of being able to blend in with the group by taking the merc's identity, he was now outcasted as a dangerous criminal hell bent on killing everyone.
The 'Captain' had thought they had crashed on a barren planet, devoid of life, but Riddick knew better. He could hear something, whispers just underneath the surface, singing about their hunger. Something dangerous and deadly was down there, and the convict really wanted to go take a look.
He, like the others had thought that the surface was barren as well, if the glimpse of the outside was anything to go by, but then he heard the howl as his last cuff broke apart. Immediately freezing in place as the sound surrounded him, he smirked deviously when he realized that the others wouldn't be able to hear it. It sounded like it came from some sort of large canine like beast, and held an edge of danger, desperation, and insanity to it.
Stepping out into the sun light, away from the rest of the group, Riddick was able to spot something large and white retreating quickly, before it disappeared behind a dune. How badly he wanted to go and investigate, so Riddick did something he hadn't done in a while. He gave into his curiosity. Dropping the cuffs towards sunset, he doubled back and made his way towards sunrise, where the thing had ran off too.
He knew one thing for certain: this was going to be an interesting adventure.
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"Did you see it?"
Draco hadn't even given Harry enough time to tell him why he was summoned. One minute he was with Harry butchering the cow that was weak from age and the next he was gone. The Alpha had decided to indulge his subordinate and went back to work on his own, but when a half an hour passed and with no sign of Draco he began to get worried. His Omega should not have run off like that, not without informing him, but he did and now he was left alone with the cattle that were not so good at conversation. A little peeved, the lycan howled at his pack member, demanding he return NOW! He was forced to wait another ten minutes before he saw the white werewolf bounding toward him, head up and tail waging, tongue out and panting as if he had just run a marathon. It made the Alpha even more angry to see such disrespect, his wolf tore to the surface, not transforming him since they were one and the same now that they have been together for so long, over sixty years, but his eyes bled to a glowing emerald green flaked with gold and his teeth and nails elongated.
Before he could even open his mouth to reprimand the male, and maybe take a good bite out of him, his dragon had transformed back into his human counterpart seamlessly and practically shouted at him. But he wouldn't let that deter him from rimming Draco a new asshole.
"Where the fuck were you?" The black lycan growled at him. "You left with no notice, disappear for the better part of an hour, and don't even reply to my call?"
Draco had the decency to look chastised, a quite whimpering whine rising from his throat, before all of that vanished and the look of excitement came back. He looked like a child who upon entering a toy store for the first time was told he could have everything he wanted.
"I'm sorry…but did you see it?"
He didn't look very sorry, Harry thought, but he figured if he was going to get answers, he would have to humor the blonde. "See what? You look like a kid who was told Christmas came early. You know Santa isn't real, right?"
He was being mocked again, but at the moment Draco couldn't bring himself to care. "So I take it you didn't see it," a devious smile spread across his pale face.
Harry sighed, his eyes bleeding back to his regular green, "See what, Draco?"
Another smile, more like a smirk really, danced across his Omega's tantalizing lips. "Why my dear Alpha, Santa Clause, he landed just past the ravine," Harry threw him a skeptical look, wondering if the other had finally cracked. Isolation can do that to a person, Hermione told him that once. But being on this planet for over sixty years, Harry thought he was a little cracked too.
Seeing his Alpha loose interest in the conversation and starting to turn away, Draco quickly caught his arm, and before he could be reprimanded, he pointed excitedly back the way he came, shouting for him to look. So Harry looked, and his eyes widened at what they saw. In the distance he could see smoke rising, and wondered how it was that he had missed it in the first place.
"What is it?"
Draco grinned mischievously now that he had the other's undivided attention. "That, my dear little brother, is a ship. It just crashed about a half and hour ago, and…" he paused for dramatic effect, waiting for his Alpha to look away from the rising smoke to him. "There are survivors."
"Survivors?"
There was disbelief in his voice. Draco nodded his head enthusiastically, emphasizing how serious this was. If there were survivors, then maybe they could fix the small emergency craft that was just collecting dust in the hanger. And if they could fix it, then they would be off this rock for good.
Tears came to Harry's eyes; it was almost too good to be true. His dragon pulled him into a tight embrace, his naked torso hot against Harry's skin. Wrapping his arms around his brother, friend, lover, he buried his face into Draco's neck and let himself cry. Finally… finally they would be free.
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Riddick was pissed. He had followed the tracks of the white creature the best he could, and yet here he was, in a graveyard of some sort, filled with the bones of gigantic things, and no beast in sight. He had lost his tracks about a good fifteen minutes ago and had yet to pick them up again. He didn't like to boast much, but Riddick liked to think of himself as a skilled tracker, it had been a while since his prey had pulled a slip on him. And yet it did, and it left him feeling both respect and anger towards that thing.
The tracks had obviously belonged to something huge, bigger then even him. The sand had made it hard for him to get a good impression, but he made due. It was a paw of some sort, but the toes were too long and spaced apart farther then he had seen on any other creature. Right before the paw ended, deep gauge marks were left behind, most likely some sort of claws. He put his hand down upon the sand, where the last impression was and noticed that his palm was just over half the size of the creatures. It was definitely big, whatever it was.
Sighing deeply, he set about making a shiv for himself just incase he did run across the creature and it turns out he was the one being hunted. It would also be of good use if he saw Johns anytime soon. That last thoughts left the convict in better spirits then he was moments before so he found himself a shaded niche and started carving a knife out of bone.
He wasn't at it for long when he heard the other survivors approaching. Quickly finishing his knew shiv, he tucked it into his shoe before he moved into a more strategic position. He would wait until they moved on and then he would make his way back to the crash site. They might have food and better yet water that he could steal. Right now though, it was just a waiting game, and he was the best.
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"What do we do?"
It was a good question, and one that took Harry nearly ten minutes to answer. He could send Draco out to meet them, but that might not turn out so well. From what the other had told him, they were a jumpy group and had guns, combining those two things together always spelled disaster. Or they could wait until the others found them, but then they would have to take the chance of the survivors not finding them at all, it was a big planet after all. They were between a rock and a hard place.
"Go back to the site…not in your wolf form, the last thing we need is for them to shoot you. Lead them here, if they wish," Harry grabbed his Omega's arm as the blonde was turning away. He waited until stormy grey eyes met his and said, "Please, Draconis, be careful. I don't think I could stand to loose you."
Draco saw the turmoil in the other's eyes, and pulled him into another quick embrace before promising that he would be alright. It took a lot more then a bullet to kill a werewolf after all. Harry stood at the edge of their home and watched as his brother practically threw himself upon the four-wheeler and drive off into the direction of the crash until he was completely out of sight. "Please Merlin, keep him safe."