"So are the kid and wife staying holy man?" Riddick asked as he brought Jack into the living room. She seemed reluctant to follow him, but he pulled her down onto the love seat with him anyway. His arm went over her shoulder and Jack shifted around but settled soon enough, looking away from Imam.

"Yes, we don't want to alarm anyone, including Ziza, so it'd be better if they stay here..." Imam answered watching the two carefully.

It was obvious to the pair that he had more to say, but wasn't eager to share. Even Jack who refused to look at him could hear that tone. It almost exactly matched the tone he'd started with before he started whining about Jack sleeping in the same bed as Riddick. It also matched the tone before he lectured her about staying out all night.

"Spit it out holy man," Riddick snapped impatiently, watching the man look over Jack. He'd left her just the way she was. She was still wearing the sari, her hair was a little mussed, but he'd had her over his shoulder. She didn't look any worse for wear. Of course that didn't mean anything to Imam. On their way to New Mecca Riddick had basically done the only innocent thing in his life, sleeping next to the kid while she had nightmares, hadn't thought a dirty thing about it despite being on a bed only just big enough for him to lay on comfortably, and Imam had stared at him like he had his hand down her pants. Of course as the trip wore on a little, as she cuddled more he had to hold some thoughts at bay, but he probably wouldn't have thought of it if the holy man hadn't made such a big deal.

"It would probably be best if you stay in the guest bedroom, while Jack stays in her room," Imam said hesitantly. Things were different now, he felt as though he lost any ability to be able to sway Riddick in these matters, he was no longer preaching about Jack's future, he'd lost that right and he knew it. Still he didn't want to upset his other family members with Riddick moving into Jack's room or Jack moving down to the guest room with Riddick. He also wanted to spare Jack as long as he could by giving her space while she slept.

Jack let out a dry little laugh at that.

Riddick grinned. Now that just wasn't going to fly. Last night was just too much of a taste to not at least sleep nice and close. Had to get Red Riding Hood to take off her hood. Looking down at Jack brushing his fingers affectionately through her hair Riddick hummed, "Don't worry about the innocent eyes of your daughter Imam, or your wife's nerves, I'll just sneak into Jack's room at night, after everyone's in their rooms, and leave before they wake up."

Finally looking at Imam, if only for a moment before eying Riddick, Jack noticed he looked vaguely sick. Well, Imam should have thought about that before he offered his hospitality to a monster along with his first born (albeit adopted) child. Riddick on the other hand wasn't looking too vicious or otherwise. Kind of just his default look, like a beast that's just sitting there, slightly bored but still far too intelligent for the good of anything in the room lower on the food-chain.

"Ziza loves her sister, what if she goes there in the middle of the night to stay with Jack?" Imam tried to reason.

"We'll tell her we're having a sleepover," Jack said, sarcasm dripping, as she continued to watched Riddick.

"Jack...!" Imam admonished though that earned him a look from Riddick. Jack didn't even flinch.

"We're not going to be doing anything less than fifteen feet from my little sister's room," Jack growled meaningfully at Riddick. He grinned at her at that before kissing her forehead like that would appease her. "Riddick." Jack complained.

Riddick sighed kissed the side of her mouth before looking to Imam, "I'm not that depraved," He glanced at Jack, then back, "I won't fuck your daughter in your house holy man."

Now Imam really looked sick.

"I'd prefer if you didn't use that kind of language in my house."

That authoritative voice came from Lajjun as she entered the room. All eyes in the room landed on her, Riddick looked amused, Jack mirrored him to some degree, Imam... well there was little change. Lajjun stopped in front of both animals, well with in arms reach, looked at Riddick like he was a disobedient child and said flat out, "I love Jackie and what Imam allowed to happen is deplorable, worse than you for suggesting it. You, Richard, however left your mark on the girl, and try as we might we couldn't was it off, so now that you have her again she's your responsibility. Stay in her room if you want but Ziza isn't to know, you're certainly not allowed to lay your hands on either of them in an inappropriate way in our home." Things were quiet for a second, and Jack recognized that tone, and had to smile. She wasn't the only one that Lajjun purposely called by their real name anymore, and certainly wasn't the only one to be scolded now.

Riddick grinned, saying, "I understand."

Now if only anyone but Jack knew that just because he understood didn't mean shit about whether he was going to follow the rules or not.

ooo

"Mr. Riddick, how long are you staying," Ziza asked, finally exhausting most of her other questions as she hung from the mans outstretched arm in the living room while Jack laid on the couch watching TV. Some show about Old Earth myths. Greek Gods mostly.

"A week," Riddick answered simply lifting the girl higher making her squeal before bringing her back down closer to the ground.

"Awwww!" Ziza whined, "Why can't you stay longer?"

"Because then he has to move into his new house Ziza," Jack said from the couch her eyes coming to the pair as the commercials started up.

Ziza blew a raspberry at her sister before reluctantly putting her feet on the ground and let go of Riddick's arm. Afterward Ziza looked from Jack to Riddick, and back again before insisting to Jack, "You should try hanging from his arm! It's fun!"

Jack stopped, tried not to glare. Ziza was surprisingly observant for a child of five whether she knew it or not. She was avoiding Riddick so of course Ziza would insist she touch Riddick. While Ziza was in the room Jack had successfully gone a full twenty minutes without touching Riddick, or Big Evil as Jack called him in Ziza's bedtime stories. That child was an instigator and an enabler. "I'm a little big for that Ziza..." Jack tried to weasel out of it.

"No you're not, Riddick tell her!" Ziza insisted bouncing impatiently.

"Come on Jack," Riddick said with a wide knowing grin. He put his arm up bent at the elbow as he turned to face her. He knew that Jack was trying to distance herself from him. If the little girl wanted to help put a stop to that, who was he to complain?

Faltering for a moment Jack didn't move, then she tried to ignore them by looking at the TV but Ziza ran over and turned it off sending the screen back into the ceiling. Sighing and giving her sister a dirty look, and Riddick one too, Jack walked over and stood on her knees lifting her hands up wiggling her fingers for Riddick to bring his arm closer to her. Riddick was too tall for her to be that low to the ground and grab on well.

When he lifted his arm Jack smiled a little at Ziza, and wiggled around a little before looking up at Riddick who flexed a bit lifting her higher. Jack laughed a little and swinging a bit before Ziza ran up and tickled her. Jack laughed louder before letting go. She let herself fall on her knees before she playfully tackled Ziza, sure not to hurt her. The little girl squealed and laughed as Jack pretended to eat her tummy, making "nomming" noises.

Riddick took a seat after that as the two girls rolled around in their dresses. The little girl wore powder pink, Jack a red he was all too familiar with. Eventually Jack feigned defeat letting Ziza crawl onto her stomach laughing, and insisting she beat "little evil" which Riddick thought was an odd nickname for Jack. Still the teen faked her death dramatically as he watched, before she went still. Ziza's eyes widened to epic proportions as Jack held her breath. Riddick tilted his head propping his cheek onto his fist. It was obvious Jack wasn't dead, but he let them play. He understood the concept, when they traveled Jack would pounce on him instigate little playful scuffles, she taught him card games, and word games.

Quickly, a little frantically Ziza put her ear to Jack's heart. It was then that Jack took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around the little girl, and they returned to their tussling.

If Riddick were to be honest with himself, he felt a little jealous of the little girl making Jack smile so widely, and laugh that loudly. Ziza managed to wiggle away from Jack though, and came running to him making him raise an eyebrow as she hid herself against his side, squirming mostly under his arm, laughing at him to get Jack, "Because Jack's being bad!"

Jack stopped short of arm's reach gauging his reaction to the little girl telling him to get her. He looked at her passively which seemed to give her the go-ahead to go after Ziza. Only when she dived Riddick grinned and pulled her to him, making Jack yelp and Ziza giggle. After some squirming and a fair bit of child friendly name calling Jack ended up on her back looking up at Riddick, her head on his thigh nearest Ziza.

The laughing faded out as Jack noticed him watching her closely. Ziza even quieted and even though she was still tucked against Riddick's side she looked tensely between the two of them...

"Dinner!" Lajjun called from the kitchen breaking the tension, at least it did for Ziza who popped up from the couch and skipped off, mostly forgetting about it all. Jack tensed through, seemed stuck somewhere between wanting to leave, and knowing she shouldn't. Jack watched Riddick look down the length of her body. One of his hands was at her hair, the other touched one of her thighs.

The moment seemed to drag on for hours to Jack. It felt like she was trapped, she was starting to feel cagey. She wanted to move, but felt like she couldn't.

"I said..." Lajjun started loud, Imam had been in the kitchen already, talking with her about just what she suspected she was seeing on the couch. The pair was oddly close, sometimes tense, more than often inappropriate. "It's time for dinner," Lajjun continued as if she hadn't seen anything, even though her face said she saw something she wished wasn't happening, before turning back around and walking back into the kitchen and the adjoining dining room.

Jack moved to get up this time but a dark look had her going still, her head falling back to his leg. She didn't understand it. Why couldn't they go get something to eat? Lajjun was a fantastic cook. Jack was hungry from ditching both breakfast and lunch, her only food consisting of not actual food but an energy drink so she didn't completely crash. When nothing seemed to move him Jack glared at him heatedly and wished very much that her voice hadn't been cut from the light system in the house so she could at least have the satisfaction of making his head hurt. Only the glare, or the thought, whichever he caught on to, seemed to be the wrong thing to do (think) because while he looked perfectly at ease, his hand started sliding up her thigh. Everyone was just in the other room! What the hell was he doing?

Squirming Jack tried to sit up this time, her hands trying to stall his as he chuckled. Jack bit her lip and tried to get off the couch but he grabbed the hair at the back of her head and made her arch back down across his lap. "St-op." Jack hissed slightly panicked. When he raised a brow, his fingers tracing so slow up her thigh she couldn't take it Jack clenched her eyes shut breathing desperately, "Please stop..."

His fingers stopped on her upper thigh, before he lifted his hand and placed if firmly back above her knee. She wasn't going to get this lesson right away, no monsters in the room but him to show her who she needed to listen too. Jack fell into following other's rules, forgot he was leader. Her lower lip trembled making him grin as he lowered his head down to where he was holding her's still. "You don't just run off without me Jack," Riddick explained, "You don't just run off without asking Jack."

Jack heard him, and part of her was angry, but part of her wanted to tilt her lips up just a fraction of an inch and feel his against hers. "This is my home..." Jack tried to protest, tried to remind herself she wasn't happy about being a prize.

"It's not mine," Riddick growled, "When we move to that house, after I make sure it's not bugged, you can go where ever you want inside it. I don't trust you here, you know all the hiding spots I haven't had a chance to check out."

Jack swallowed. "Can we just go eat?" Jack didn't want to talk about this, or think about it. It was just easier to do as he said right now.

Riddick let her hair go, moved his hand from her thigh and motioned for her to get up. She shot up off the couch, before forcing herself to walk at a normal speed to the dining room, Riddick behind her.

ooo

Jack slipped into the shower while Ziza had wrangled Riddick into helping Lajjun put her down to bed. He had to be nice to the kid, put up with her, or she'd get suspicious, and dislike him. They both came to the conclusion that if Ziza hated him she'd be more inclined to sleep in Jack's room, to keep her from him. Jack had suggested making Ziza angry but Riddick glared and said he liked the kid and there was no reason to upset her. He said it in that way that insisted he knew what she was up to and she wasn't getting away with it.

She pressed her head to the wall as the water rained down on her. What was she supposed to do? She doubted she could get away from Riddick. He'd find her. He'd know where she was, somehow. Riddick was always like a bloodhound and he had his nose out for her. When they'd been on the transit after their stint on the skiff she'd wandered off while Imam was supposed to be watching her. Apparently when Riddick went back to the room and she wasn't there he went "hunting" for her. His words not hers. He found her a couple minutes later on the entertainment deck looking through the previews of movies you could check out for the TV's in the room.

He snatched her out of the room into a dark corner, and proceeded to tell her how if he wasn't him she'd be dead or worse. Her eyes looked at the creamy tile in front of her as she thought back on that. She'd been so much smaller than him at the time, he'd picked her up and held her roughly against the wall. Her legs had gripped his sides, though they didn't go completely around him. She hadn't been scared, but she remembered feeling like she couldn't breath. How after he'd yelled at her he'd just held her there pressing against her. Jack shivered pushed away from the wall and realized that he'd probably been stopping himself from doing something... wrong.

He had carried her back to the room. Snapped, almost literally with his teeth, at Imam telling him he was supposed to be the responsible one. Jack hit the button to stop the water, she'd washed up before her little trip down memory lane. At the time, she just held on to him, unsure what to do. After he relaxed he put her on the bed next to him…

Jack's eyes went huge once she got out of the shower. A yell caught in her throat, her hand shot back onto the door of the shower so she didn't slip. Riddick was standing there, looking her over appreciatively before she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. Covered, she glared at him snapping, "That's creepy Riddick! Perverted creepy!"

Riddick frowned at that his eyes moving to her face as she pressed back against the shower. He could clearly remember Jack crying about how she thought it'd be better if people took her for a boy. He remembered how Jack had always showered when him and Imam went to get the food. They'd come back and she'd be clean and out of breath. He remembered holding her close and making her spill how she gutted her stepfather with a kitchen knife when he crawled into her bed, before he could rape her. How her step sisters turned on her to her mother even though he'd been crawling into their beds the nights before.

Still he moved further into the decent sized bathroom, moved right in front of Jack, she was finally out of her red hood. "But Red you said you'd get in bed with the wolf."

Leave it to Riddick to make this a game. To drive her insane. To quote her from when she was distraught and talking about fairytales. "We're not that far into the story Riddick." Jack insisted, even though she knew none of this made sense.

Riddick laughed shadows and his hands took the towel from hers, diligently drying the teen off despite attempts to stop him. "Then do tell, where are we Jack?"

"You need to ask which path I'm going to take..." Jack whimpered as he rubbed the towel over her body, keeping her from covering herself. She gripped at his arms as he paid special attention to her breasts, but it didn't stop him. Worse yet, she couldn't even feel disgusted by what he was doing to her. She gasped. He moved on, the towel brushing down her stomach, one of his hands moved around with a portion of the towel to dry her back the other sliding down to one of her hips before the other followed down to her other hip.

"Pins or needles baby?" Riddick asked pitching his voice low, rumbling as he knelt down. He kissed her stomach making her shiver. His hands went down her sides with the towel before coming back up. He could tell she was aroused, it was in her sent, the way she her face was flush and her body wasn't cooling even though the steam was nearly cleared from the mirror in the bathroom. Her breath came harsh when he rubbed his hands, towel still between them, over her backside. "Jack," He prompted, his lips to her belly again.

"Pi-Pins..." Jack gasped before he pulled her down, her knees buckling. She landed on his lap.

Riddick grinned viciously as he leaned down closer to the naked girl caught between him and the glass door of the shower. She turned her head from him, and Riddick kissed her temple running a hand through her damp hair as he looked at the towel around her waist. "Now how do we move the story along Jack?" Riddick asked tasting the skin of her neck once more with his tongue.

"We got to get to the house..." Jack keened pushing at his chest.

Riddick growled and pulled her closer, putting her right over what she was starting to do to him. "But I already have big eyes Jack, ears, claws, teeth," He snapped his teeth next to her ear. "And you're all ready for bed with me."

Jack pushed at him hard again, even as her hips reacted to his grinding. "No... Riddick stop!" She had to think about what would happen if anyone saw this. What they would think of her? They were her family. What if Ziza saw her and Riddick. What if she thought he was hurting her? What if he really was? Worse, what if she liked it?

Seeing things like that could ruin a kid... Jack knew first hand.

Riddick made an approving noise when her hips bucked again, and she didn't continue telling him to stop. Not long after that though a certain smell hit him and he pulled back to look at her. Salt. She was crying, looking at him like she hated him. He was only making her feel good. "Jack..." He groaned in something akin to pain.

"If you do this I'll hate you," Jack cried pushing his face away from her, stopping him from nuzzling her. "I'll never forgive you."

Did he care?

Riddick licked the palm of one of the hands pushing him away before he leaned away enough to show he'd stop putting his face near her. Her hands fell to cover her chest. Did he care if she hated him? He put a hand over her arms where they were crossed over her chest, keeping them there, and leaned in kissing her cheeks, forehead, a couple of tears near the corners of her eyes, to test the waters. Only she cried harder.

"Fuck!" Riddick growled as he let go of her arms and grabbed her throat instead, this was a turn off. She was lucky she was his Jack. "When we get down this fucking path Jack I'm going to eat you. I won't care how much you cry, or if you hate me." She pulled at his hands even though he wasn't strangling her, just holding her neck. "I'll make you like it, and you know I can make you do anything. You said, every night, and I will take advantage of it."

After that he let go of her throat and Jack gasped for air as he held her against him, because she'd been holding her breath. Jack clung to the front of his shirt, and almost couldn't believe he stopped, even though that's what she wanted. He pulled the towel from her, throwing it to the floor, before standing with her. He licked a couple tears from her face as he walked over to her bed. Once he sat her down Jack grabbed one of the many pillows on her bed holding it to her front. Riddick eyed it with malice for a second before he started to strip down. Boxers were all that was left when he finished and Jack wouldn't look up from the floor.

"Clothes?" Jack asked when he started walking around the bed and settled in. The bed dipped, rocked a little as he made himself comfortable in the middle.

It pleased Riddick more than anything that she asked if she could get dressed. Some things were sinking in, still after that little fit... "No." Riddick ground out firmly.

"What if Ziza..." He cut her off.

"The door is locked," Riddick insisted. "Now lay with me."

Jack held the pillow closer to her front not sure if she could move. She looked over her shoulder at him before looking back in front of her. This wasn't fair. She'd asked, she didn't even know why she asked. Why couldn't she put something on? Damn it! Jack curled up tighter, Riddick was fucking with her head. "Riddick I'm getting dressed."

Riddick watched, brow raised as he leaned up on his elbows to get a good look at her. When she didn't move he sat up all the way, shifting closer, and ran a hand down her back, "Fine Jack, you do that, you'll still be naked in the morning." Her form shivered under his hand. When she didn't move right away Riddick slipped his arm around her and had to remember he'd only been here for a day. A lot had happened, a lot was still happening, and it was all on Jack. Jack was the sacrificial lamb. Jack was the virgin staked out for the dragon.

Maybe if he showed some mercy...

He grinned kissed her shoulder and said, "Grab my shirt off the floor, you can sleep in that." He pulled his arm from around her taking the pillow with him. "I'll let you wear that."

Jack shot up and grabbed it. As she slipped in on she tried to do up the buttons, but her hands were shaking too much, the sleeves were too long and getting in the way. Then suddenly, Riddick was standing pressed up against her back reaching down, doing up the buttons for her one at a time starting from the bottom. She felt like a child, but then she didn't, because no child could feel like this much of a wreck. Except that she knew that wasn't true.

Once he was finished Riddick didn't pull away from her though. Jack leaned back into him for support, and knew that not one thing about today wasn't seriously messed up. She knew that what happened in the bathroom wasn't right. Jack knew that the memory she had in the bathroom just added to it. She hated that she'd cried in front of him. Jack felt shaky and tired all of a sudden, and it was then that Jack realized that Riddick was holding her up, that she wasn't standing on her own anymore.

"Whoa Jack, come on, I got you," Riddick breathed pulling her up into his arms. She clung to him even after he got them settled onto the bed. He held an arm around her as she buried herself against his side. One of her arms hugged him across his stomach, her other arm was tucked between them. He could feel her breath on his skin, her warm body next to his.

"Riddick, I... are..." Jack couldn't think of what she wanted to say. It was like her mind went from a mile a minute to snail speed.

"Just go to sleep Jack," Riddick told her as he pet her hair, it was still damp. He wondered about that for a second, but let it go as she pressed closer to him. Jack nuzzled him, but when he peeked down at her she looked a little far away. Turning onto his side he held her closer and rubbed her back.

Jack looked up at him tiredly before she leaned her forehead against his chest. She wanted to know what was going to happen. She wanted to know why her. She wanted to know why he had to pick her. Why couldn't he want someone else? She'd just been a kid to him before. Jack's head was spinning, and she was so finished with this day.

She never got to feel his skin against hers before, not like this. He was so warm.

Her breathing evened out soon enough and Riddick moved them around a bit more. He moved her up so he could look at her face without looking down. His thumbs traced over her eyebrows, down her cheeks, committing her to memory. Pressing his forehead to hers he grinned as she squirmed a little before her lips started seeking his out in her sleep.

So very affectionate in her sleep.

He gave her a small kiss, then she seemed to settle...

AUTHORS NOTES!

Yes this chapter took a bit to get out. I was trying to put thought in to it, and juggle work. I hope it's good, and doesn't seem too scattered. If it is let me know. I'll try to be better about the next chapter, I'm still kind of trying to get in to this one. It'll get better. Jack might seem a little... weepy... prone to mood swings... off... in this chapter, but think about it. Wouldn't you feel torn too in her situation? The last two chapters were all one day, and Riddick is abruptly and quickly integrating back into her life. Riddick is a lot more animal this time around, not having much reason to interact with his human side. That and Jack is no longer a kid, and therefor doesn't really need kid-gloves, or so he feels.

Review Replies:

Saismaat: Thank you!

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jadeg5: Thank you, I'm glad you like it so much. Yeah I'm pretty proud of my Riddick in this one, so I'm glad someone else likes him. And I'm going to post the full story at the bottom of the page for everyone else who hasn't heard the version I'm referencing. It'll come up more in the story, I figure that by the end of the fic everyone could piece it together, but for the sake of everyone being on the same page, yeah I'm going to write it out for yous. And yush I'm continuing, just got a lot of work this week, and I recently began roleplaying again. It's just going to take a bit to get out the chapters for both my stories.

Guest: Yeah I was trying to go for a more primal Riddick, I'm going to try and keep it consistant. Thank you for reading.

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Disclaimer: The below version of Red Riding Hood is not mine, and belongs to it's original writer. I make no profit from it.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who hadn't seen her mother in seven years. She was forced to dressin in iron clothes and was told: "When you wear out your clothes, you can go back to your mother."

The girl rubbed her clothes on the wall trying desperately to tear them. When they had finally been torn, she got some milk, and bread, and a little cheese and butter, and set out for her mother's house.

In the wood she met a wolf who asked what she was carrying.

Milk and bread and a little cheese and butter." she answered.

When the wolf asked for some, the girl said, "No," adding that it was a present for her mother...

So the wolf asked whether she'd be taking the path of pins or the path of needles.

When the girl said that she was going to take the path of pins, the wolf hurried off down the path of needles and ate up the little girls mother.

The girl finally reached her mother's house, "Mother, open the door," she said.

"Push on the door, it's not locked..." answered the wolf.

But the door still wouldn't open, so the girl crept through a hole into the house.

"I'm very hungry, mother." she said.

"There is some meat in the cupboard," answered the wolf.

It was the flesh of the girls mother, killed by the wolf.

A big cat jumped onto the cupboard and said: "That's your mother's flesh you're eating."

"Mother... There's a cat on the cupboard, and it's saying that I'm eating your flesh."

"That's a lie, of course. Throw a show at the cat." said the wolf.

The little girl having eaten the meat was thirsty...

"Mother, I'm thirsty..." she said.

"Drink some whine from the jar." answered the wolf.

When she did a little bird came flying and perched on the chimney stack. "That's your mother's blood you're drinking. You're drinking your mother's blood," it said.

"Mother, there's a bird perched on the chimney stack, and it's saying that I'm drinking your blood."

"Throw your cloak at the bird."

Having eaten the meat and drunken the blood, the little girl turned to her mother and said: "Mother I'm feeling very sleepy."

"Come over here and get some rest."

The girl undressed and approached the bed where her mother was laying in a strange position with a hood over her head.

"Mother... What big ears you have," she said.

"All the better to hear you with my dear." said the wolf.

"Mother... What big eyes you have."

"All the better to see you with my dear."

"Mother... What big claws you have."

"All the better to hold you with my dear."

"Mother... what big teeth you have."

...And then the wolf ate up Little Red Riding Hood.