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Jessie lay staring at the ceiling in the dark. Trying to sort things out in her head. Listening to the deep even breathing of the man in the other bed, she thought of all that had transpired since she'd left. How had her father found her so quickly? Sure he could trace the ticket but how did he notice her absence so soon? What about Riddick? She knew nothing about this man. He'd kept her hidden from her father, saved her really. Twice. her mind flashed back to the alley... How he'd... She shuddered remembering the sound. Had she gone crazy? Since when is a good idea to bunk with strange men you meet on flights. The guy obviously didn't mind killing. She wondered what she'd gotten herself into. And as the mind often does, she had a sudden revelation that had nothing to do with that memory. My pack, she thought... How he knew when I left, where, even the hotel I was staying in so soon... He should have moved on looking for me. Does he know I'm in the hotel? She quietly slipped out of bed and picked up her pack, taking it into the bathroom, looking back to make sure she hadn't woken Riddick. She carefully pushed the door almost shut being very careful not to make any noise. Feeling along the bottom of the bag and around all the seams, she was searching for a tracking device. As another thought started to creep into her mind...
Riddick lay in bed listening to the shallow breathing of the woman in the next bed. Certain that he'd lost his mind he was deep in thought when he noticed her sliding out of her bed and glancing his way. What was she doing? He watched her pick up her backpack and look his way again. He guessed she couldn't see his eyes were open in the dark. But he saw her. She didn't fully close the door. Propping up on his elbow he saw her sit down on the floor and start flipping her pack around looking at it... What was she doing? He was so silent in getting out of bed and walking to the door she never suspected he was standing behind her. He pushed the door open soundlessly and leaned against the frame, watching her.
She didn't know how long he'd been standing there when she sensed him. She turned to look up at him from her seat on the floor. "It's not nice to spy on people, you know." She glared at him a little angry that he'd been watching her. And then unwillingly her eyes glided over his still shirtless torso. She couldn't deny she liked what she saw. Until his dark muscled form simply shrugged off her remark, "It's not nice to sneak around in the dark when you're someone's guest." His voice was even and deep as always, irritating her. She didn't know what was upsetting her really, other than the fact that he had startled her. And with her suspicions starting her instinct was defense. She stood up and walked to the door to go out, stopping and staring at him when he didn't move out of her way.
Riddick raised one arm up to lean on the door frame, completely at ease, towering over the angry young woman in front of him. He didn't understand why she'd gotten angry so quickly. What had she been doing? He half smirked, amused at her anger. "Hobby of yours to sit on the bathroom floor looking at your bag for no apparent reason?" he asked, leaning a fraction of an inch towards her, amused further when she took a bold step towards him. "Hobby of yours to spy on people?" she retorted. He raised both his eyebrow and shrugged, trying not to laugh as her jawline tensed in response to his nonchalance. She was fiery. He crossed his arms and leaned on one shoulder against the door frame. He wasn't letting her by until she told him what she was doing. And he was enjoying the little annoyance it caused her. He'd always liked having the upperhand in things. And though he wouldn't admit it, it was kind of cute when she was irritated. "Nothing terribly fascinating about that pack," he stated.
Why wouldn't he let her by? It wasn't his business what she did. Of course there was no reason not to tell him. He had no reason to guess her suspicions other than her actions. He wasn't gonna let her go until she told him though. She gritted her teeth. "Fine," she huffed. "If you must know, I was looking for a tracking device." She started to walk past expecting him to move since she'd told him, stopping abruptly when he didn't. Her suspicions were starting to grow when he wouldn't let her by. Instead he grabbed both sides of the door frame, "A what?" he asked. Like he hadn't even heard her. "A tracking device. Device used for tracking. Now will you please let me past?" She pushed against him and he stepped to one side letting her by. "Did you find it?" She grabbed her shoes and jacket and started putting them on. "No, I guess I was wrong." She stated briskly. "Where ya going?" he asked as he watched her tie the laces in her shoes. "I'm leaving." He didn't say anything as she pulled her jacket on, grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She was surprised he'd let her go.
Riddick watched her leave. Wondering how long it would be before she came back. What if she doesn't come back he wondered. Oh well, one side of him thought callously. The other side hoping she'd be ok. The girl doesn't have a chance on her own, he thought. And he wanted to know why'd she'd just decided to leave him with no explanation. He'd done nothing to her and given her no reason to distrust him. He'd stuck his neck out for her even. So she didn't know who he was, she still knew that he'd protected her. Twice. Without bothering to lace them he'd grabbed his boots and pulled them on, growling softly, he was out the door just moments after she'd left. He caught up to her heading out of the building. "Hey!" She turned around, obviously surprised to hear his voice behind her. "Where are you going? Don't you think you at least owe me an explanation? Hmm?" he asked with an edge in his voice. He was really irritated now that he thought about it. After all he'd done for her she was walking out like a sulking brat. "What's your problem?" he asked in a gruff tone.
What's my problem? Jessie thought. What does he mean? Freakin' weirdo, stalking me. Taking care of you, one side argued. What if he's really working for your father? It was the first time she'd actually finished the thought. Why else would a guy like him follow you around and save your neck. Chivalry is long dead in this galaxy. Why wouldn't he let her leave? "What's my problem?" she asked, a little louder than she'd intended. She looked around quickly, thankful it was the middle of the night. No one in the lobby. "What's my problem?" she repeated, taking a step towards him. "My problem is I don't know anything about you. You show up out of nowhere to save my life, then kidnap me, hide me, suggest I stay, freely with no restrictions and then won't let me leave when I want." She was mad now, the more she thought about it. Not realizing she might have sounded a little silly. Without another word to her Riddick turned and started for the stairs. Angry she watched him go. Then turned and walked out the door of the hotel.
