4 Glastonbury-two days later

Tracy arrived and looked for Brown Recluse. She didn't see any sign of the ship or of Riddick. She called the tower again, for like the fifth time to see if he had requested landing yet. Nothing. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him!" Losing her patience, she disembarked and went to look for herself, again, nothing.

Night was falling and she was tired and pissed off. Tracy couldn't believe he stood her up, well she actually could but really hoped he would prove her wrong. She climbed aboard her ship and set the security code and alarm. She walked into the galley to grab a drink and screamed.

"What the fuck!?"

"Came looking for you, you were gone." Riddick's deep rumble came from the darkened corner of the room.

"Yeah, I was out looking for your ass." Tracy snipped at him. She looked down at the dog that was resting at Riddick's feet. "Some kind of fucking guard dog you are, you'll just let anyone in."

"He's a good dog; he and I have a… understanding." Riddick said with a bit of a half smirk.

"What did you do, stare him down?" He just looked at her with his black goggles on and she knew he had. What have you gotten me into, Kyra? "So where the hell is your ship? I've been out looking for you for hours and the tower said you never landed."

"Well, I sold her."

"What?"

"Yep, figured yours is bigger and faster so I might as well just get rid of mine, that way I don't have to pay storage or any other fucking shit like that. Besides, I don't plan on coming back this way. I had all of my supplies transferred over so were ready to go whenever."

Tracy blinked a few times to squelch the rage that was starting to grow inside of her. He had some audacity, she'd give him that. She could see the wisdom in his plan but it set her teeth on edge that he just went ahead and did it. He took away her control.

"Fine, we'll leave in the morning. I'm tired and I want to sleep." She told him as she started to brush past him toward the back of the ship.

"I can pilot you know."

"Yeah, I know but let's just take the night off, come up with a plan,"

"We got two weeks for that."

"Fine! I just want to fucking sleep! Is that ok with you?" Tracy yelled. She was so fucking tired she couldn't think straight. She had to catch a few hours or she would be useless.

"We probably shouldn't take the dog. Ships not big enough for all of us. Guess we could put him in cryo, but he's hurt and he should get some rest." Riddick muttered as he stroked the dog's massive head.

"What should we do with him? He's Kyra's. She'll be worried about him." Tracy watched as Riddick's large hands stroked the dog. She had to suppress a shiver as an image of Riddick's hands on her popped into her brain. It was as if she could feel them on her body.

"I got a friend on planet. He's gonna keep him."

Tracy looked at him and realized that Riddick would never hurt an animal. She nodded and as if on cue, there was a call from outside.

Riddick got up and went over to the hatch and opened it. A big, dark skinned man stood there, holding an empty leash in one hand and a large female Shephard in the other. Riddick and the man exchanged a few words and Tracy was about to tell the man that the dog had never been on a leash before when he went over and sat and waited till he put a collar and then the leash on him.

It was sad to see him go, but she knew it was the best thing and Riddick the dog looked like he would be well cared for and have himself a bitch to play with.

Only after Riddick walked back to her did she realized she hadn't moved. She had been content on watching his hands, and truth be told, his ass. Tracy blinked and looked at him.

"You hungry?" She just looked at him like he grew an extra head. "What, I made something to eat, there's some left over if you want."

"How long have you been here?" He smirked.

He knew she was uncomfortable with him being alone with her stuff, suspecting he was snooping. He was, but he would never admit it. Only way to get to really know someone was to look through their shit.

"I'm going to bed." She muttered when she decided she was too tried to be anger at him for snooping.

Tracy walked down the hall to her cabin and shut the door in his face. He leaned against the wall, just outside and waited. He knew what was coming and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "Richard B. Riddick, get you fucking ass in here and get your shit out of my room! NOW!"

"What? This one's got the bigger bed; I should get it." He pleaded his case. He was taller after all.

"Yeah, that's why it's my room, my ship, my bed."

"I'm the guest, I ain't moving my shit."

"Fine." She told him as she started to gather his stuff up and throw it out in the hall. He just raised his eyebrow at her and picked it up and calmly put it back away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She shrieked at him.

"Picking up your mess."

"My mess? It's your shit." She railed.

"Yeah, but you're the one throwing it all over the place."

His calm tone set her off. "Listen here you asshole, I'm not leaving my room!"

"Fine, looks like we're sharing then 'cause I ain't leaving either." They just stared at each other, neither one willing to give. They were establishing the rules of the game and setting up boundaries and neither one was willing to back down.

"Looks that way then. Just remember I sleep naked. Lights out." She said as she began stripping off her clothes hoping that he would take the hint and leave.

"You do realize that I can see in the dark." She turned at looked at him, seeing his eyes without the goggles for the first time.

Tracy gasped, "Where the hell can I get eyes like that?" He just smirked. Kyra had told her about his eyes, but they were hard to imagine until you saw then in person. They were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"Got to kill a few people." He told her mildly.

"We're on our way to do that."

"Then you got to get sent to a slam where they tell you you'll never see daylight again."

"We're heading there now," she muttered and willed herself to look away from him. Kyra, remember Kyra. This is the man she's loved for years. "So you plan on standing there all night or are you going to go to bed?"

"I'm enjoying the show. Been a long time since I saw a naked woman."

"Yeah right." She snorted in disbelief.

"Whores don't count." She just grunted at him and remembered the time she sold herself a little over a year ago, for Kyra.

Fine then, you want to play? Let's play. Tracy removed the rest of the clothes and crawled into bed, turning her back to him and covering herself up with the thick quilt.

She felt the bed dip and she tensed, "I thought you were going to bed."

"I am."

"The other bed!"

"I told you sister, I ain't sleeping there." Riddick leaned close to her ear and dropped his voice to his seductive whisper, "I sleep naked too."

Tracy felt her heart jump at his words and his hot breath on her cheek, "Fine, stay on your own side." Fuck! Her heart was pounding. She had never shared a bed before with a man. She never had time for lovers. Her life was all about revenge and then she was at Imam's. Taking a man to bed under his roof would have been a slap in the face. Then there was protecting Kyra.

What the fuck am I doing? Just keep your hands to yourself, Tracy. He's Kyra's. Fuck, I have to get out of here. I can't sleep with him. She's my best friend; she's in love with him. Tracy heard him sigh as he settled in behind her, on his own side of the bed.

Wonder what he looks like naked. No fair he got to see me and I got nothing.

Shit! Stop thinking like that woman. Just get those thoughts out of your head right now. Not mine, not mine, not mine… Tracy chanted to herself as she quickly drifted off to sleep, feeling safe for the first time in six years.

Riddick laid there as her scent filled his head. She wasn't aroused, but had a clean feminine scent with a hint of coconuts. Get your mind out of the gutter Riddick. What the hell are you doing here? You don't even know this woman. Why the mind fuck already. She's Jack's, no, Kyra's friend. You shouldn't be doing this. Move to the other bed. He tried as hard as he could but he couldn't bring himself to get up. He turned and looked at the line of her back and felt his cock twitch. No, stay down buddy. We are so not going there. Still he found himself looking at a small scar on her back as he drifted off to sleep. His last thought was how he would love to kill Johns all over again for what he did to her family.

Tracy woke up with a start and found herself wrapped around Riddick's much larger, muscular frame. She jumped up and tried to untangle herself but he was holding on to her. She couldn't see, it was still pitch black and when she tried to crawl over him she ended up on the floor in a tangle of covers. She heard him laugh at her and she whipped him off. She knew he could see it, and it only made him laugh harder.

"Asshole." She said trying to hard not to laugh herself as she wrapped the quilt around to cover herself. "Lights low slowly." As the lights came on, she noticed he was completely uncovered and made no move to change the fact. She couldn't look away from his body. He had perfectly ripped muscles everywhere and his skin bronze skin everywhere and in stark contrast to the crisp white of the sheets. "Beautiful." She whispered, shook her head, and pulled her gaze away from his god like frame. "You gonna cover that thing up?"

"What thing?"

She turned away and flittered her arm behind her as she was searching in the drawers, "You."

"Got nothing to be ashamed of, why hide?"

Fucking right you got nothing to be ashamed of; you're built like a god, hung like one too.

"I'm going to take a shower." She muttered absently as she left the room.

Tracy stepped into the cool water and sighed. She had paid tons extra credits for a real bathroom. She scarified storage space and bedroom space to have a bathroom large enough for a tub and it was well worth the money. There was nothing she loved more than soaking in a hot bath when she as drifting in the deep cold space, but right now, she needed a shower, a nice cool shower to get the picture of a naked Riddick out of her mind. It's going to be a long two weeks. Kyra… Just the thought of what she was going through saddened Tracy and snapped her out of the cloud of lust that seemed to have formed around her. Kyra was at the hands of fucking mercs, doing god knew what to her and here she was sleeping naked next to Riddick. FUCK!

She didn't want to find Riddick attractive, but how could she not? He was a perfect male specimen. Strong, primal and he smelled so fine she wanted to take a bite of him.

-

On board Toombs ship

"Wakey wakey sweetcheeks, time for breakfast." Breakfast consisted of cold and tasteless cellulose and water. She would rather go hungry but she knew she needed to keep up her strength. Riddick would come and get her out and she needed to be strong.

"Fuck you Toombs." Kyra said sweetly.

"That could be arranged if you like." Kyra clenched her fists and her mouth shut. She would never let that vile man touch her, even if it meant taking her own life. "Looks like we're about two weeks out, gonna be a lot of long cold nights, perhaps if you're good, I'll let you warm my bed; chained up of course." He said cupping himself, "Yeah just might have to take a ride on that tight little ass of yours."

"I'd rather die."

"You will, soon enough. Once I get my bounty, I don't give a shit what happens to you. Bet you'll die quick in prison, or maybe not. Maybe someone will make you their bitch and fuck you real good. You know them inmates are so used to fuckin men, I bet they won't even know what hole to use." She just glared at him as he laughed like he was the funniest man alive. Pig!

He closed and locked the door behind him and Kyra sighed with relief. As long as she was kept locked up alone she was fine. She knew Tracy would find Riddick; it was only a matter of staying alive and untouched. She couldn't wait till Riddick got a hold of Toombs. Just the thought of what he would do to him made her smile. Riddick could be one sick bastard when he wanted to be and at times took great pleasure in cutting someone up. Of course they always deserve it.

She wondered how Tracy and Riddick were getting along. She couldn't even imagine. Riddick with his over inflated ego and her with her fiery temper. "Wonder if they've killed each other yet?" She chuckled.

--

Tracy was just stepping out of the shower when the bathroom door opened up. "What the fuck, Riddick?"

"My turn."

"You could have waited till I was done. Christ, give me two minutes and it's all yours."

"No time. We should have been gone an hour ago."

"Then what's another five minutes." He just ignored her and stripped off his pants and jumped in the shower.

"You always get naked in front of women you don't know?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Touché but in reality it was dark, and it was my room."

"Whatever gets you through the night, sweetheart." He replied lightly.

I'm gonna kill him. I think I might actually hate him. She gathered up her stuff and was getting ready to leave the room when he spoke again.

"You know you clench your teeth at night? They say it's a sigh of sexual frustration." His voice was deep and sexy and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Could just be frustration." She bit out, trying to push down her rising lust.

"Maybe we should work on that." He suggested seductively and she felt her body clench at the thought.

"I think I can take care of it myself."

He made a deep rumbling sound in his throat, "Hummm, sexy."

Gurrr! She left the room with him laughing at her, again.

Fuck Riddick, what's you deal? Why are you getting some sick thrill at fucking with her head? It was always one of his favorite games, but with her, he found himself almost unable to stop. He knew her less than twelve hours and so far he has seen her naked, twice, slept in the same bed with her wrapped around him and seen her in the shower. You could never sleep when others are around, only Jack… interesting.

--

Once they reached space and Riddick set course for Crematoria, Tracy un-strapped herself and went to make them breakfast. Another thing she splurged on was the stove; she needed to have an oven. She loved to bake and enjoyed making casseroles and things of that nature, comfort foods. This morning she decided to make a spinach and cheese frittata with pan fried potatoes. "You want coffee or tea?" she asked him absently.

He was sitting at the table watching her. He would normally check the maps and such at this time, but he already knew where they were going. To hell.

"Whatever."

"I'm having tea. Coffee hurts my stomach."

"That's fine." Riddick watched her move, completely at ease in the kitchen and with the way she handled a knife. Of course a knife was different than a shiv. "You know how to use weapons? A gun, shivs?" he asked her after a while.

"Yeah, got a couple hand guns packed away and I'm okay with a shiv. Kyra's better, but she had you as a teacher..." He just grunted at her. She set down a cup of tea in front of him along with honey, sugar and cream. "Don't know how you take it." She watched him add some honey and milk, just like her and she smiled to herself.

"You say there were only three of them?" She nodded yes, "That's pretty light, even for Toombs."

"That's all I saw. Who knows, maybe they had more on their ship."

"Why didn't you try to stop them before they took her?" His voice was devoid of all emotions and he appeared casual as he made his tea but she could tell he was chastising her. If there were only three, he could have easily taken them all down before the first one hit the ground.

"Toombs had her cuffed and face first on the ground before I got there. All three of them had guns right up to her head and Toombs face was an inch from hers. I was afraid I would miss or that one of them would shoot her by reflex. I couldn't take the chance. I'm not fast or strong enough to take them down with a shiv."

"That's gonna change."

"What?"

"When we are done here, we're going to the pathetic excuse of a gym you have and I'm teaching you how to take the fucks down with a blade."

"You're gonna train me to use a shiv?"

"What else are we going to do for the next few weeks? Knit a sweater?"

Tracy looked at him and laughed. Just the thought of him knowing what knitting was is hysterical. Every once in a while you could see a playful side of him, and she was sure he had no idea it showed. Not only is he built like a god and gorgeous, but he can be kinda cute too. Cute, Riddick the killer, cute? Tracy, you've lost your mind.

They ate in silence. Riddick didn't want to let on how much it had meant to him to have someone cook for him without any strings attached. Kyra attempted to cook when they first go to Helion Prime but the first few attempts were almost inedible. Riddick ate them so he didn't hurt her feelings and because he never wasted food. When you didn't know when your next meal was going to be, you made do with whatever slop you could get.

"Jack ever learn how to cook?" he asked absently.

"God no. She burns toast. The woman has been banned from my kitchen for good."

Riddick let out a bark of laughter, "I remember. Nasty shit, worse than slam food."

"But you ate it anyway," Tracy looked at him and didn't expect a reply. She didn't get one either, but she knew he had and she knew why. Damn it! She thought to herself, he wasn't as heartless as she had hoped or wished. He was harsh and raw but he appeared to be a good man under it all. At least where Kyra was concerned. How did she harden herself against that?

When the mess was cleaned up, they headed to the small gym. More like a closet with some equipment. Riddick wanted to get an idea on what she already knew so he started off with a sparring session. He was less than thrilled with the results and made it well known. "I knew what you were going to do before you did. You have too many tells and are very predictable."

He shook his head. Absolutely unacceptable. He couldn't go into battle with this woman. She'd be a liability for sure. How did people get through life without knowing how to protect themselves? He wondered.

"Well Riddick, I've never actually trained with a blade." She told him, bristling at his annoyance.

"You should have if you were serious about taking Johns out."

"I planned on using a gun for that. I told you I'm better with a gun that a shiv. Stick a gun in my hand; I'll blow your fucking ass away! That's what I did to protect myself. I didn't want to get close enough to use a blade, guns have more range."

"We have a simulator program and you can prove yourself, but you will learn to handle a blade." He told her. It was more of an order than anything and she gritted her teeth. He was right but she didn't have to like it.

"Fine by me, just remember I'm a fast learner." She grinned like a fool at that. She would learn what he was willing to teach her, it wasn't every day you got a lesson on killing form the most notorious killer in the galaxy.

For the next three hours, Riddick was relentless with his training. She was hot, sore and frustrated by lunch time and she was ready to prove her gun skills, for real, on his ass! "Enough! I'm going to eat and take a shower. I'm done for today, ok. Got a problem with that?" she bellowed.

"Yeah."

"Too bad, get over it."

"I'm not done with you, Tracy."

"I'm done, Riddick. Look at me. I'm so tired I'm shaking with it. My hands are throbbing from the million little cuts you managed to get on them while teaching me." She looked him over and frowned, "You don't have one fucking drop of blood on you, so back off. We got time."

"Jack was better with a blade at thirteen than you are now." He taunted her.

Tracy didn't take the bait. "Good for her." She threw over her shoulder as she left the room and headed to the galley. Jack was better at thirteen.

Big fucking deal! Thinks he's all cool with those beautiful eyes and fantastic body.

Yeah, I know it has nothing to do with a shiv but still.

You're just pissed off at yourself because you suck with a blade and you don't want him to see any weakness in you.

He's Kyra's Tracy, remember that. Not yours. You can't have him, can't touch him. Can't watch the way his muscles ripple when he moves.

Stop it stop it stop it! Tracy stood in front of the cooling unit and stared into it and seeing nothing as she silently berated herself.

"Mind getting me some water why you stand there and waste all the cool air?" She jumped at the sound of his voice. Damn she was always spacing out, thinking about him, or more to the point, his body. What am I going to do? Tracy threw him a bottle of water, a little too hard to be polite and he laughed at her.

How I love getting under her skin. It's too easy really, and entirely too enjoyable.

Tracy walked away from him before she either hit him or kissed him. She wasn't sure which way it would go at the moment so she did the safest thing and hid in the bathroom. You're such a fucking coward Tracy, really hiding away in the bathroom? He'd know she was hiding too. He knew everything.