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Chapter 11: The challenge.

'What the hell was that? Did you…just have a wet dream about…having sexual relations…with…with…with HIM?'

Jacks hand roamed over her sticky wet forehead and hand

She took a deep breath and gulped.

She could hear the trickle of the water in the shower echo through the ship.

Jack leant backwards in the couch chair and took a deep breath.

"I have to admit…it was good…"

She slowly stood up, leaning against the arm rests of the chair she was in, and walked down the hall to the bathroom

'well doesn't this seem like de ja vu, Im starting to think your backing out on me, your nothing without me…and your only going to be the damsel in distress for Riddick…'

"God, will you just shut up! The plan hasn't changed its motive; it's just been altered in its...form...so just stop, ok? I need Riddick for now, I need to use him"

The voice in her head snickered

"Whatever you say. Just don't fuck it up…'

Jack continued to walk down the hall, until she was outside the shower door.

She glared darkly at the door knowing what was on the other side.

Jack began to slam her fist against the door, disrupting the person inside.

"RIDDICK! GET OUT! We need to talk, NOW!" her voice bellowed through the ship.

There was no answer, only the sound of the shower.

Jack tossed her hair back in frustration, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks in rebellion.

She began to smack the metal door once again with her balled up fist.

"RIDDICK! Don't you IGNORE ME!" she shook with rage, her fist sitting on the door.

She smacked it two times more, when the door finally opened.

Jack fell forward with surprise at the door opening, she quickly caught herself on Riddick who was standing there, half naked, his pants still on, but his glorious chest presented to her.

Jack pushed him away from her, correcting her posture.

"You wanted to talk to me jack?" his form towered over her as he stood before her, his face slightly angled to the side, his dark goggled glaring at her.

Jack stood there for a second unmoving as though she was stunned.

"Or are you just here to admire the view…" his deep grumbling voice trailed off as he questioned her.

'TALK!'

Jack opened her mouth to speak but her voice remained trapped in her throat.

Riddick's eyebrows rose slightly and waited, until he got bored.

"Did you want to join me, perhaps?" he propositioned in a sultry voice.

This snapped jack back into reality. Her eyebrows narrowed angrily.

"No, I wanted you to actually join me, and it's not a request. Stop fucking around, and get your ass in the lounge room, I NEED to be informed about what is going on here!"

Riddick leaned on the side of the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Firstly You don't need to know where your going, because I said so, you don't like it, go tell somebody who cares, Im sure the mercs that catch your ass will be very interested in hearing what u have to say while they ship you off to slam, Secondly" his voiced got rougher and lower

"Nobody, and I mean, nobody orders me around like a trained dog. Do I look like a dog to you? No I look like the man that's going to ghost the fuck outa your ass if you fuck with me again. Do you understand?" he sat waiting for a response

Jack sat glaring daggers at Riddick.

"I said, Do.You.Understand?" he asked with a height in his voice.

Jack only nodded looking away.

"Good girl. Don't let your pride get the better of you jack. But I will say you're a sexy stubborn kitten…"

Jacks eyes shot up in anger just as Riddick closed the door in her face. Her face screwed up as though she ate something foul and she proceeded to walk to the med bay.

By the time she got inside the room, she was tired.

'I must be loosing blood…great…'

'Shut up, you can take it, all you ever do now days is whine and bitch'

'Well Excuse me for actually feeling pain when being hurt! Now shut up so I can concentrate'

Jack sat with a small mirror in front of her, and began to slowly peel away the torn red shirt at her shoulder where the bulled had hit her. Finally the shit became annoying and she stripped it off her body, throwing it to the floor in annoyance.

Her shoulder was in aching pain, as she began to pick up a cotton bud soaking it in the alcoholic solution at her side, and began to rub into the wound, causing her to hiss in pain, she tossed the bud aside, and picked up the needle, threading it, and began to stitch it in the mirror. She saw the reflection of Riddick in the mirror as she pulled the second stitch through her arm, hoping it would pull together and not break.

He just sat there and watched. Jack rolled her eyes and continued concentrating on the task at hand.

"Need help?" he asked from the door, his bulky arms crossed around his now dressed chest.

"No." she said sharply "I can do this on my own"

Riddick snorted, and walked in, grabbing her hand holding the needle.

"Let go kid, move onto the bench"

'What? Hes going to sit there and push you around?'

Jack ground her teeth together and shook her head.

"I TOLD you Riddick, I can handle this on my own" she bit deeply

"Good. And I told you to move the fuck onto the bench, unless you want me to tie you to it" he said dangerously

Jack bit back her pride and rose. Riddick let go of her hand, and jack continued to hold it, moving backwards to the bench sitting on it. Riddick moved forward, grabbing the needle from her hand, pushing her other one away.

'Don't worry jack. Well get him back'

'Oh I know we will…'

Riddick took her forearm, and pushed the skin together, and began to thread the needle through her skin, trying to maintain a neat pattern, to minimize the scarring.

Jack sat silently as this happened, noting Riddick didn't have a shower.

'Maybe he noticed I was hurt…'

'Got to be more deviant reasons to why he's being nice enough to patch you up…'

'Hmm.. .'

Finally Riddick had finished, jack looked in the mirror once he moved off her, admiring the neatness of his stitch, but not letting that admiration show.

"You hurting anywhere else?" he asked gruffly

"Not where you would need to attend to.

He shook his head

"Why are you so bitter?"

"Why shouldn't I be… you made me like this…" she rose off the bench and stormed out of the room into the bathroom, locking the door so as to not allow Riddick to sneak in, however knowing if he wanted to enter, he could easily break into the room… to see her in the shower…. The shower…

thoughts of what had occurred between them in the dreams flashed through jacks mind as she stripped off her shirt.

'STOP IT! you cant EVER fraternize with the enemy…'

'I wont… Im a solider… soldiers follow orders… no fraternizing with the enemy…'

Her face hardened, and she continued to strip her clothes, entering the steaming shower, and began to rub her sore body.

Some time later she emerged clean and fresh, all her wounds dressed.

She made her way to the cockpit noting Riddick's presence in the captain's seat.

'Your seat...'

'My seat…'

"You're in my chair. Move." She stated firmly.

"whatchya going to do if I don't move. Try and take me down kid? Hah! The only reason you won before was because I let you"

This made jack's blood boil.

'YOU won that fight… you going to let him get away with that?'

Jack viciously pulled the pilots chair around swiveling Riddick in his seat.

He sat calmly and allowed her to do this. She stood tall and high over Riddick, who had now put his hands behind his back, his black goggles smirking at her.

"Move."

"Now you're just being picky jack. Taking fights over nothing"

Her temper elevated.

"Fucking pathetic, you know that Riddick? Your fucking pathetic. I cant wait to be looking over your dead caucus as I remove your own shiv from your heart while you watch me watching you die"

'You tell him whose boss jack. re-affirm your dominance. Your not going down without a fight'

Riddick's face hardened and in a blurry flash, he jumped up, grabbing jacks forearm, swapping their positions, him hovering dangerously over her, her in the captains chair, the wind knocked out of her.

"You ungrateful bitch I should just jettson your ass out the fucking air lock for all the shit you've been saying to me. I've done nothing but cover your ass, where would you be without me? Huh kid? Where you wouldn't be anywhere. You'd be dead that's where you would be. So shut the fuck up and listen up. You want me dead so bad? You want me to suffer so bad? You just want to prove a point? Well go on then prove it. Now. The gym, you and me, whoever gets the first pin fall wins. You win, you take me to slam and lock me up, kill me, whatever. But if I win, I get to do whatever I want with you… whenever I want…"

Jack stood unmoving for a moment.

"So what's it going to be? You up to it? or you perhaps not good enough to go against me?"

'Oh now he's just messing with you, you know you can take him… finally you'll get your revenge.. do it, do it. You wont loose, I wont let you… I promise. Then we can haul his ass to slam and make him suffer like you did'

Jack straightened her posture, looking him in the eye rebelliously

"You got a deal…"

A slow roguish grin spread over Riddick's face, not reaching his eyes, which made jack shudder.

"Interesting…"

A/N: U AM SO SORRY, FOR THE DELAY! SO VERY SORRY! I know so diff from the other chapter, I just really wanted to post this up asap, because I havnt really been posting any up… sorry! waits behind uplifted table for beer cans to fly at head its my HSC year, and ive been hella busy. So my chapters will take a while to load up.. because ive A. lost inspiration, and B. got a SHIT load of work to do. Thankyou to all my reviewers, I appreciate every single word that has been sent, because of you guys im actually writing this.

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