Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Pitch Black or TCOR.

Note: Written in third person, with some of the characters thoughts in italic. ----No, this is not a TCOR fic, but I just wanted to use Toombs in this chapter.(Yes, I think the guy who plays Toombs is pretty good looking so, please bear with me.) Don't worry it'll all work out, it's all gravy. Any suggestions?, it's all good.

A woman stands under the yellow fluorescent street light. She's smoking a cigarette but quickly puts it out. She glances at her watch, 9:00. The man she's waiting for was supposed to be here already. She glances around, and sees an old man walking over to her. Could this be the guy? No, it's just some drunken hobo. She thinks about her previous thought and decides to be more sympathetic, considering she was in the same situation a few years back. He approaches closer, she reaches in her pocket for some change. He lunges and falls on her, but she catches him. Hanging on her frame, he tries to cop a feel.

"What's your name cutie?" the drunk hobo asks. She twists his arms, nearly breaking them, and he groans in pain. She violently pushes him to the ground.

"Fuck off. ---You'll be expecting a free ticket to the city morgue, if you don't watch those hands of yours." With a flash of her shiv, he runs off, with Jack Daniels in hand.

"Nah, sista. He's too busy watching you, to be watching himself." another man from behind says.

She turns to be met by a man about six feet, brown hair,grey eyes, a face full of stubble and some very gnarly side burns. In her opinion not half bad, looking, heck he's one of the few guys around here that would be worthy...

"And you are?"

"Nice name you got there. 'Fuck off',rolls of your tongue quite nicely."

"Well, aren't you just a silver tongued devil...."

She says with a voice drenched in sarcasm. She moves to walk past him. He stops her with a slight of the hand, grabbing her by the waist, and pulling her, so that she's facing him. 'Holy shit, what the fuck was that ?' Of course, ever the stoic one, for once she was surprised that she didn't get shiv happy on his ass for such a foolish move. Finally, she looks him straight in the eyes, and a shiv pressed to his ribs.

"Yeah, quick mouth, slow moves...bad combination." she presses the shiv deeper so that's its cutting his shirt.

"Oh, heard a lot about you."

"Wow, you actually stopped running your mouth long enough to listen."

"Well, heard a lot about your 'credentials'." He says smirking as he looks her up and down. Moving his head, and of course she notices, and she frowns at his blatant display of desire.

"Ehem! Getting a good view at my assets there?" He looks her square in the face.

"So, what are you PMSing or your date stood ya up?--maybe I could fill in for him? Huh?"

He chuckles, as he moves closer to her, decreasing the space between them. He's getting awfully close, not menacing just, close. Almost like he's flirting with her, something she's not fully accustomed to yet.

'What?! Flirting?! Why are you letting him get to you?'

'Cuz, he reminds you of Riddick...'

'Fuck off...' She snaps back into her current situation. He's very close to her, now, and he perks an eyebrow.

"Well? You waiting for someone or what?" he's trying desperately to get her attention.

'My, my she sure is a dame. If only she'd show me those pretty eyes of hers......' But she just looks the other way, trying her best to ignore his futile attempts.

'Jeez, Toombs! Your supposed to be waiting for someone, not trying to pick someone else up...'

'You've got plenty of time, to get action. Get back to work!'

He tries his best to dope out his own thoughts, his brow furrows, and he begins to choke. Noticing this, she giggles out of the corner of her mouth. Now, he's clearly irritated.

"So!, ya didn't answer my previous question. –You waiting for some one? Or not?"

"Yeah. I'm waiting for a guy." His face turns white, and is painted with disappointment. Seeing this, and remembering all his futile attempts to flirt, she sighs.

'Jeez, look at the poor guy. He obviously likes you...cut him a break.'

"So, who you waiting for?" he says with a hint of jealousy.

"A merc..."

"A merc?" he smiles, catching on to the fact.

"Yeah,...your name's Toombs right?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He's says boyishly, with a little chuckle.

"So what's your name?" he offers a hand, and she shakes it reluctantly.

"Jack."