To those who have emailed, thanks for the faith. I've been supporting my entire family. It's been rough but I now have time to get back on the bandwagon.
To my fans. Love you. Big bunches
Now, onto the show.
I know it's short but I'm rereading just like you to get in the mood. Naughtiness will abound when they all realize how mortal they are...
Next, the return of Audrey :) and Unka Riddick
Janis stood over Abdullah, numb. She knew her Hippocratic oath was one that was without question but she never in her life regretted taking it, until now. She let Sasha's diagnostic blue light wash over his unconscious body and waited for the results.
Her heart was beating with the flutter of someone conflicted. Part of her embraced the violence, the other reviled it. Her face inscrutable, she stared at the screen watching the erratic pulse and labored breathing.
She sighed, Riddick had beat him half to death, just as she knew he would.
Guilt riddled her because she knew she could have stopped it, but part of her wanted him to…
"Level three contusions to his upper left jaw, hairline fracture of both the nose and mandible. He won't be doing any talking for the foreseeable future. Herniated right pupil, elevated blood pressure, my recommendation, let him suffer."
"Sasha, you seem more sentient with every coming year. Is he conscious?" Janis asked looking at the ragged bloody mess on the table.
"It appears he might be." Jack's voice said from behind her. "I would bet he's listening to our every word."
"Jack, you should be resting. There is nothing here you need to see. I have to clean up and stitch what Riddick did earlier."
"I'll help. Maybe we can learn something." She said quietly. Janis watched her tie her hair back and wash her hand at the sink.
"I wouldn't think so. Riddick, the big lug, broke his jaw." Sasha said with a fondness that sometimes had Jack wondering…
Jack stalked around the table two or three times before she spoke low and in the man's ear.
"Abdullah, you're alive and you'd better be thankful. If you were anyone else, I'd of let my husband kill you, and wouldn't have blinked an eye." Jack told him leaning close. "If I even think you're going to betray us again, I'll slit your throat myself."
The one eye that wasn't completely shut blinked nervously. Evidently he had heard and understood the obvious threat, his throat swallowing shallowly.
While the women took care of the traitor, Riddick slept. He didn't dream. He slept the sleep of the exhausted, the weary and he hated succumbing to it.
Salim meditated quietly grieving silently as he had always done. Violence never had a place in his heart although he knew when it was useful.
Vyper and Malcolm went through the hard drive and removed whatever bugs they could without Jack's expertise.
Ali sat silently in the observatory barely moving, rage so volatile that one wrong word would have induced him to murder. He knew only hate and Sasha, while helping Jack and Janis tend to the traitor kept track of his every movement.
She deduced he was as unstable as any of them. But he no longer had anything to lose, except maybe the girl, who he genuinely appeared fond of.
David laid in the darkness wishing that the circumstances were different, but he knew Rafe and she'd want to kill him, and he'd have to deal with Riddick who was already ready to blow.
Her deep breathing gave him a way to relax. She was calming him and didn't even realize it.
He knew two things.
To protect her at all costs, and also to be the only man to ever touch her.
