Jack was floating in darkness and unconsciousness, small sounds penetrating her dreams and dragging her from their welcoming embrace. Some sort of pinging, heavy metal doors slamming, a man - definitely not Riddick - swearing. She groaned and tried to roll over in bed. Alarm shot through her body when she realized that she couldn't roll over and that she wasn't in bed. Not her bed anyway. No, her bed wasn't this lumpy and it damn well wasn't equipped with handcuffs shackling her to the headboard. She stopped moving and concentrated on measuring her breathing to give the illusion that she was still asleep. Wherever she was, she wanted the element of surprise, because she was pretty damn sure that this was a hostile environment. When her breathing had evened out Jack moved her eyelids slightly, just enough to see a sliver of light through her eyelashes. The noises that had woken her continued. It sounded like someone moving things around, and from the constant hum that Jack hadn't recognized earlier, she could tell that they were on a ship and it wasn't docked.

Fuckin' great – not only am I in someone else's ship but he managed to get us both off the planet. Just fuckin' great!

Jack made out footsteps and concentrated on trying to locate where he was. It was a trick that Dio had shown her years ago, concentrating on one specific subject and drowning all others out, until you could follow their every movement as though you were that person. He was able to do it on command, but Jack still had to concentrate deeply. It took a few minutes, but finally she honed in on the sound of boots on metal so that it was the only sound she heard. The boots had a deep tread, and his left one had a rock stuck in it that would scrape every time he took a step. She couldn't detect any type of limp or physical abnormality from his footsteps. He walked close to the bed, close enough for Jack to almost lose her concentration, but then the footsteps stopped. She heard rough, calloused hands on cardboard, and then he retreated. This continued for a while, footsteps, and then the sound of him grasping something that was occasionally accompanied by a grunt or an intake of breath, and then retreating footsteps, ending with him placing the object in another place.

He, whoever he was, was moving stuff around. Why, Jack didn't know and didn't care. Her main concern was to get out of the cuffs that held her and to subdue her captor long enough to get back to 565. Long enough to get back to Riddick.

Jesus, I just found out who he was and I'm already looking to him for help. Fuck that – I'll go to him only if I need him.

In the time it had taken her to make that decision, Jack realized that the noises her captor had been making had ceased. She reached out her senses, trying to get a trace on him again, but she couldn't. He was gone – or at least she hoped. She concentrated on relaxing as she counted seconds in her head. After ten minutes, Jack had finally made the decision to open her eyes and look around when a voice froze her.

"You doin' that thing I taught you, baby girl?" His drawl washed over her, freezing her breath in her lungs, making her eyes shoot open and her fists clench.

He was standing next to the cot, leaning over her, a smirk on his face. She blinked once and then again, determined to convince herself that this was all a dream. Just one really, really bad, fucked up dream. Finally her lungs agreed to work again and she sucked in a breath and released it in a whisper, voicing the name of the man who still haunted her nightmares.

"Dio."

"Aw, don't be nervous 'cause of me," he laughed, somewhat darkly. "You know I'd never hurt you," He reached a hand out to touch her arm and Jack jerked wildly away, unable to stop herself, knowing that she was just giving him ammunition to work with by showing him her fear.

He smiled, but Jack saw through it. That wasn't a smile of happiness, or of love. It was the same smile he had shown her several months ago while she cried and bled underneath him. It was the smile of a dead man, a man that Riddick had killed; a man that he had promised would never hurt her again. Jack began shivering uncontrollably, and clenched her eyes shut, making an effort to regain some control.

"Now Jack," Dio began in what Jack used to always think of as his 'preaching voice,' "we do have a little matter to settle about what happened to my brother on 565. I know you weren't the one who killed him, but you are going to have to pay for it. He was my other half, the only one I could trust, and now he's been taken from me. And you will pay."

His words spun within her head. His brother? They had played her like a violin, the both of them. And now, because she had been so stupid, her life was in danger and she would probably end up dying a horrible death. She saw insanity in his eyes and swallowed hard, realizing what his loss meant for her future. He had been so collected, so together, and now he was completely mad. No, not he. They. They had been ready for the revolution, ready to lead people to the lives that they wanted. And now -

"-and the scar that we had on our left shoulders," he was saying. "That was tricky. I was shot with a guage from fifty yards, you remember that right? Yeah that was really tricky. I holo'd Nio - that was his real name by the way - and told him what had happened. He had to come up with an excuse to tell you, get the fuck out of dodge, and then hire someone to shoot him in the shoulder! We were in the same hospital room, had the same damn doctor and everything. That one was really dangerous - I mean, it took seven different plastic surgeries to get the scars to look exactly the same. After that we tried to play it safe. Couldn't keep getting hurt and then having to hurt each other just for you, just to keep you in the dark. Nio told me it would have been easier just to kill you but I couldn't do that. He always was the more violent one."

Jack's mind slipped back to those times when she had been so confused by what she had thought had been one man's behavior. It wasn't that he was having a bad day, or that he was stressed, as he had told her. All those times his mood seemed to shift for no good reason - those were when they had switched places. They could have compared scars on the outsides of their bodies, but inside, under the skin, they were two totally different people.

How could I have been so damn ignorant?! It was right there in front of me and I was completely blind to all of it.