Riddick sat sullenly at the table watching as Vaako and Sage talked continually. All through out supper they'd refused to quite, Sage was questioning him quietly about the ship since he'd just given her a tour which he didn't like. Sage alone with Vaako in deserted part of the ship where no one went, just the thought made him growl. But what really bothered him was that even thought her voice and face were still neutral her eyes seemed a little brighter even through his goggles. He glared at them from behind his goggles but kept his head turned as though he wasn't looking at them. Sage would occasionally look at him because she could smell the anger rolling off him in waves but calked it up to his moodiness. Finally she yawned and decided that she needed to go to sleep.

As soon as Sage had stood up and bid everyone good night Riddick was right behind her following her towards their room. She stopped when she reached the door to her room and turned to him. She offered him her hand just like the night before and they repeated the ritual before parting ways. Sage lay down and tried to calculate what Riddick had been so pissed about. After a few hours of failing miserably she sighed and closed her eyes letting her mind drift. Somehow Riddick's scent came to mind. It was a mix of rage, musk, and metal, and totally alluring.

Not realizing that she'd just plunged head first into a dangerous subject Sage remembered the feel of him pinning her and bit her lip. He was so damned…

Her eyes shot open as she heard a soft pained moan. She sat up and cocked her head realizing that it had come from next door. She stood up and glided soundlessly through the darkness to Riddick's bed side. She noticed that he'd passed out on top of the covers wearing everything except his shirt clutching an empty vodka bottle. She sighed as she removed the bottle and his boots. As she did so his breathing became harsh and his moans became louder. She stood for a moment staring down at him. Comforting people was not a strong suit; in fact it wasn't even in her deck.

"Wake up Riddick," she commanded sternly to see if it could help. It didn't, she stood calculating the chance of success for every approach and found that the one with the highest odds was one of her least favorites but decided to do it anyway. She glided over and settled on her knees on the bed beside him. Careful not to let her touch be too heavy so she wouldn't wake him and get killed.

"Riddick relax," she said trying to soften her voice so it wasn't as harsh as normal and failing miserably. His head turned towards her but she knew he was still asleep.

"It's a dream Riddick," she said trying again and almost making it.

"Sage?" he breathed and she nodded before remembering that he was sound asleep.

"Yeah, it's me Riddick," she told him finally finding a spot where her voice sounded gentle and firm, "You were dreaming."

"Remembering," he corrected her as he turned his face away. Sage knew that he was calmed, but was curious as to what memories would hurt him so. Knowing that he though that she was part of his dream she decided to find out.

"Memories of what Riddick?" Sage asked, but his answer was muffled by the way

he pressed his face into his pillow. Ignoring the nagging voice in the back of her head telling her that this could go bad any second, she gently turned his face back towards her and forced him to keep looking at her.

"T-2, and those monsters," he muttered so softly that she had to lean forward to hear him, "They were beautiful, but I was afraid for them."

"The monsters?" she asked not understanding.

"No the other survivors. I didn't want them to die," he confessed, "But they did." She filed through her memory looking for something of comfort but found nothing. He'd saved two but they had still died and he probably blamed himself. Not finding anything to say she stayed silent and just sat there. She waited for his breaths to even out before starting to pull her hand away but she stopped her. She didn't know what to do because he was still sound asleep dreaming.

"Riddick," she said, "I really need to sleep or you might kill me tomorrow during sparing." She watched as his sleeping lips pulled into a smirk and he released her wrist.

"Like sleep will help your sorry ass," he muttered. She stood up trying not to smile at what a cocky bastard he was even when he slept. She turned and exited being careful not to wake him up. She was going to kick his ass tomorrow; even if he was asleep he still needed his ass kicked for that little comment.