This chapter is violent, and shouldn't be taken on an empty stomach. For those looking for a little kick ass, here it is in a nut shell.

"Again." Salim shouted.

Rafe stood up spitting blood and wiping it against the back of her hand. In the three weeks they had been training with her using sight, Fatima had thrown her several very brutal beatings, taking pride and pleasure in hurting her.

But in Rafe's mind, that trend was over.

Riddick and Kalifa had been off world, making some additional runs, their freight enterprise being extremely lucrative. Secretly she wished they'd come back so she could get use of her lenses, once and for all.

"Rafe, defend." He said calming himself. David and Layne stood by and watched her regain her center and Fatima smugly moving in for a 'kill' shot clutching a shiv.

Come on string bean. Feel her move and see it. Feel it first.

"Ready for another one Rafe?" Fatima said sarcastically. She was enjoying her new found strength. She liked being better than Rafe. It gave her confidence.

Defenseless, save for a short staff, Rafe waited for the wind to change and Fatima to move. In the weeks that she'd been seeing, she knew that she'd have to get better if she wanted to not fall prey to that awful man in the club.

He wanted her and she knew it. To kill him she'd have to be VERY good. And if she could kick Fatima's ass, it would be close enough for now.

She moved around, seeing if Fatima's arrogance was gonna show itself. She kept it to herself and when it did and she moved so fluidly that it caught Fatima off guard.

"It's time to play my favorite game." Fatima said with a spiteful air. Beat the shit out of Rafe…

"What's that fat ass?" Rafe countered looking at her. "Too much sweets this week Tima? I know Ali likes a little meat to hold onto but DAMN. You oughta know that shit'll go right to your hips."

That did it. Fatima was very self conscious about her body. Bigger than Rafe, she held it well but compared to Rafe's incredibly athletic toned body and perfect hips, she looked dumpy.

She charged her slicing her upper arm with the shiv spraying blood onto the mat.

"First blood, how's that bitch?" Fatima said looking at Rafe who didn't even flinch.

"Good, but understand I've had pain a lot worse than this Tima. You'll have to a lot worse than that to hurt me."

"Still see like a ghost Rafe? Did you realize that red blood is oozing down that arm of yours? Oh I forgot you can't see color can you? FREAK." She spat.

Angrily, Rafe shot across pushing her against the wall with the staff. "Don't ever fight pissed Rafe, you'll get your ass kicked every time."

Fatima pushed her off and laughed. David's hands fisted at his sides and Layne whispered to him. "She's right. Rafe's been fighting pissed all this time. Watch my little sister. She's gonna kick her ass now."

David looked at Layne and his smile indicated that he believed the same thing.

"Rafe," David said looking at her. Feel it. Find your center. "Kick her ass."

Rafe looked at her and a grin graced her sweaty face. She blew up and watched as Fatima paced around her clutching the bloodied shiv taunting her.

"You know Tima, I need to thank you." she said throwing down the staff and wiping her hands. "I have been in a sense, fighting blind. I shouldn't be pissed at you, I should love and embrace you. You taught me what not to do. Thanks fat ass."

Rafe countering with a powerful disarming thrust. Fatima's arm, the one that held the knife went limp, causing her to yelp in pain. "BITCH!" she screamed as they wrestled to the ground. Rafe, who had had enough, slammed her fist across Fatima's face, knocking her unconscious.

"ENOUGH!" A loud booming voice roared from the doorway. Riddick and Kalifa stood there mouths agape at the blood sprayed all over the mat and their children beating each other senseless.

"What the fuck is going on old man?" Riddick said as he watched Rafe get up and walk to the side of the mat clutching her arm.

"These two need to work out this aggression. I merely let them." He said calmly.

"Okay," he said seething. "Someone throw some water on that one, and take this one, to get that arm stitched."

Kalifa, silently pleased Rafe had finally taken his daughter down, walked over with a bucket and threw it on her waking her. "Hi dad." She said sitting up.

"Hello. Do you mind telling me what the hell you thought you were doing cutting Rafe? This is training not real world." He said helping her up. "She is not your enemy. She's the one that'll save your ass if it came down to it. You'd better remember that."

Nursing her bruising jaw, she said humbly, "Yes Father."

He walked away with Fatima and Layne approached his father. "What the fuck's been going on?"

"You won't believe it. She's fucking amazing now. Moves faster, more controlled and damn if she can't tell what move we do before we do it, and she does it with her eyes open." Layne said full of pride.

"Where's your mother?" he asked smiling. That's my girl.

"Laying down. She's been feeling sick for a few days now." Layne said concerned. "Not eating much, crabby. She even stopped doing kata in the mornings."

Riddick's glare was evidence that he was very concerned. "Did she see Janis?"

"I dunno. But when I asked her she smiled and said she'd be all right in a few days." He told him cleaning up the weapons.

Riddick turned and marched into the house putting his coat down and barreling through until he reached the terrace. "Jack?" he roared.

"Out here Riddick." She said in a calm, clear voice.

She looked a little pale sitting under a blanket and reading a book. "Layne said you were sick. What's wrong?"

He knelt beside her taking her hands in his and kissing them. "Calm down big guy. I'll be fine, just a little morning sickness."

He removed his goggles in shock wanting to see her eyes with his own. "You sure?"

"Yup. Janis confirmed it, and I thought you should be the first to know. You're gonna be a daddy again in about five more months. I'll have you know, Janis said it's a boy," she told him as he pulled her roughly into his arms kissing her forcefully, "and a girl…"

"Twins again?" he said laughing.

"She said furyan males determine how many so this," she said looking down at her belly, still flat and tone, "is all your fault."

He laughed so loudly and unabashedly that she joined him. He lifted her into his arms and brought her inside laying her down on the bed and nuzzling her with his rough unshaven face.

"How did the run go?" she asked as he pulled off her shirt and noticed the already fuller breasts.

"Mmm. Good, no problems. Took 750,000 and a new contract." He said kissing the valley between them and smiling. "God you smell delicious. I missed you."

"Missed you too, but I bet you didn't miss the vomit fest… That was so much fun." She told him moaning against his touch.

"Tima and Rafe have been really going at it." he said moving to her belly. He was so proud, so excited but her words brought him back to the present situation.

"That's a pissing contest I want to see ended." She said sitting up on her elbows.

"Done." He said quietly as he undid her jeans. "Look, Layne says it's made Rafe stronger."

"Yeah, and minus any broken bones, I'm sick of seeing her hurt. Do it." she demanded. "I don't care."

"No problem baby. Come here and tell me you love me." he growled seductively as he took his shirt off and crawled back up her creamy flesh.

"No, you're gonna have to make me." she said smiling mischievously.

"Good, I just love a challenge." He said moving down to the one place he knew she couldn't resist.

David walked Rafe silently down to Janis and Salim's house and he knocked on the door. Janis opened it and shook her head. "More wounded. May Allah give me strength. What have you done to yourself now."

"Shiv." She said looking down.

"That will require stitches. Go sit her in my office David." She said walking to the back of her house and putting on some tea.

She sat down on the table and rolled her eyes. "Hey." She said to him since they'd been silent all the way from the training building to Salim's.

"Hey." He replied. It was really the first words they had said to one another since her birthday and he felt awkward. He'd been scouting the club scene with Layne and keeping his distance and they both felt it.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm tough. She's just my punching bag." She told him wincing when he went to look at it.

"More like the other way around. That boo boo looks pretty bad this time."

"You wanna kiss it and make it better?" she quipped seeing if he'd bite. She missed him and knew that he avoided her because he'd kissed her that night.

"You want me to string bean?" he said moving to between her legs and holding her knees.

"What if I did?" she said smirking moving away a stray hair with her good arm.

"Then," he said leaning closer, watching triumphantly as Rafe closed her eyes, "you'll have to wait cause here comes Janis." He said smiling as he thumped her nose with is fingers.

She groaned in frustration and he leaned back sitting on a chair and smiled. Later for you kiddo…

"You would think that Riddick wouldn't allow such barbaric fighting while he's gone." She said removing the towel that David had pressed on her arm. "Good God! This is gonna be messy. At least a dozen stitches. Thank Allah that Riddick keeps his knives sharp."

An hour later, after David had gotten Janis some tea, Rafe was the wearer of twenty two stitches. She had been given a local to numb the area and a bandage, plus a few pain pills to get her through the afternoon. "No fighting until I remove the stitches. I'll see you in a week."

"A week?" Rafe said whining.

"More if you don't listen." She chided shooing them off. "David take her home."

"Yes Janis." He said escorting her by the good arm.

Walking towards the house, David put his arm around her and consoled her. "Did you see Tima? It's gonna be at least a week before she's up and around again. Plus with your dad back, you can sit and watch him beat the shit out of us." He said smiling.

"There's always that. I did love a good ass whipping." She said sarcastically.

"I knew you liked that." He smirked looking at her. She only came up to his chest and he liked seeing her smile.

"You know it gets me hot watching my dad beat the shit out of Layne." She quipped rolling her eyes.

"Whatever." He said smacking her ass and laughing.

"Hey." a low gravely voice said from the kitchen counter. "You kids hungry?"

Both David and Rafe smiled knowingly, remembering every time that Riddick returned from a run he'd first, see Jack, spend time with Jack, then rummage through the kitchen starving. "Sure Dad. Just got stitched up and I'm feeling numb and hungry. What about you David? What could you eat?"

He shot her a look. "I'm good, for now. Maybe later."

The subtle nuances of their conversation was not lost on Riddick who gave them both a look that meant 'knock it off.'

He made Rafe a sandwich and then one for David and ate in silence sliding a case across the table. "You earned it kid. What I saw today was pretty impressive."

The lens case. "Oh shit. You're kidding."

"Nope." He said walking over and ruffling her hair. "Go try em out. But first," he said sniffing. "Wash up."

Her face was a big smile and he smiled back eating. "Thanks Daddy."

She ran off, coming back for the last part of her sandwich and darting towards her room. "Want a beer?" he asked David.

"Oh yeah." Was his only answer.