Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character,
so no one can sue me, ha ha, and that's that.
She was fifteen, small, and tall. It was
easy to pass herself off as a boy.
Everyone believed that she was male,
nobody even questioned her. They
just assumed, from the clothes she
wore and the way she kept her hair,
who could tell? Then, there was him,
he knew, but how? She guessed she
hadn't perfected some aspect of boyhood.
It wasn't always like that.
She had a life once, a good life.
Her parents were fairly rich.
She always had food and clothing.
Yet, there was something missing,
something she needed. She dressed
like a girl. A few dresses here
and there, but mainly pants and
slightly tight shirts. She never
had a boyfriend, there had been
crushes or checking guys out,
but nothing intimate.
He knew for a long time that
she was girl. From the first time he
saw her, he knew. Everyone else was
oblivious to the fact that she was.
He supposed it was easier for her
that way. No one would baby her
and treat her like nuisance. She
was cute to him and the way she
made him out to be a hero made
him laugh. But, he would leave
her behind in an instant to save
his own ass.
It was a quick chat, one
that took them both by surprise.
He would have never thought that
she would have the guts to do it,
but she did. He was chained to the
walls, expecting no one to show
remorse, he sure wouldn't.
She tip-toed down the stairs.
She just wanted to look, to
watch him for a second and if
he caught her she would say she
was down there to bring him the
liquor. He heard her, though she
tried to hide her footsteps. He
even smelled the liquor she held,
it enticed his thirst.
"What are you doing down here?" he asked.
His voice made her jump. He
only laughed. It was silent for a
moment. She was contemplating
running back up, but something stopped her.
"That alcohol?" inquired Riddick.
She nodded her head, slowly.
"Well, are you gonna' give me any?"
he asked, annoyed.
Jack took a couple of steps
forward. She stopped a few feet away from him.
"You're gonna' have to come a little
closer than that, girl," he said, grinning.
Jack gasped and dropped the
bottle, causing it to shatter at her
feet. Her mouth hung open in wonder.
'How could he know?' she thought.
"That's too bad, I was really thirsty,"
Riddick said, his voice neither angry or happy.
"How did..." she started, but Riddick
interrupted.
"Know you were a girl. The way you
walk, the way you smell," he answered.
Jack cast her eyes down to the floor.
She didn't know what to do, her good cover
up story had been blown. "Stupid clumsyness,"
thought Jack.
"I, uh, have to go," she stammered.
"Of couse you do," he said.
"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked,
becomming angry at him.
"Nothing, nothing at all," said Riddick,
smiling at the fact that he had made her mad.
She shook her head and turned for
the stairs, mumbling "fuck you."
"What was that?" he asked.
She turned to face him once more.
"Nothing, nothing at all," she answered.
The corners of his mouth twitched
into a smile. Jack continued her way to
the stairs and as she reached the first
step he said,
"Thanks,"
"For what?" asked Jack.
"You're the first person to actually
show kindness toward me," he explained.
Jack walked back to him, a
little closer than before. His face
was shadowed and she wanted to see it.
"No prob'," she said, carelessly.
Riddick smiled again.
"It's a rare thing, in cases like mine," he said.
For a murderer he was nice to her.
She wanted to ask him not to tell her secret,
but somehow felt that now it didn't really
matter. He brought his face to the light,
trying to see her better. As she caught
a glimpse of his eyes, she gasped again.
His eyes, she thought she had never seen
anything so beautiful.
"It's called a shine job, makes you
see in the dark," Riddick informed.
Before she could stop herself,
she reached up and ran her right index
and middle finger down the left side of
his face. Instead of pulling back, as
she thought he would do, he leaned into
her touch. Jack stood there for a while,
enjoying the feel of his skin. She shook
her head, as to knock some sense into it.
Riddick did something of the same effect.
Some rustling broke the silence. They both
looked up toward the stairs. No one was
coming, yet. Jack, feeling that she wouldn't
get another chance, leaned down, quickly,
so quickly she took Riddick by surprise
and kissed him. A light kiss, lips upon
lips, not demanding anything from him.
To her surprise, he flicked his tongue,
barely brushing the insides of her mouth.
She pulled back and ran up the stairs as if
her life were in danger. Riddick licked his
lips, it had been a long time since anyone
even wanted to touch him.
Jack had to hide the encouter with
Riddick. For one, she was much younger
than him and for another they would have
been extremely pissed at her if she even
breathed his name. A way to hide her feelings
for him was to make herself seem she like she
wanted to be like him. A coltish smile played
across her lips.
When Jack crept back down the
stairs where Riddick was being held, Fry was
with him. Jack couldn't here what they were
saying. Riddick caught her scent, but acted
as if he hadn't even known that there was
someone else in the room. Fry babbled
something stupid and then heard Jack.
She scolded her, but Jack wasn't paying
attention to her, only him. All the
while Fry was asking what Jack had
done to "his" hair, a large grin
was etched on his face. Jack had
shaved her head and wore an indentical
pair of make shift glasses like Riddick's.
"Can I talk to him?" she asked.
"No, now go back up," Fry ordered.
Jack reluctantly ascended up
the stairs. Acting as if he hadn't
met Jack, Riddick said,
"Cute kid,"
so no one can sue me, ha ha, and that's that.
She was fifteen, small, and tall. It was
easy to pass herself off as a boy.
Everyone believed that she was male,
nobody even questioned her. They
just assumed, from the clothes she
wore and the way she kept her hair,
who could tell? Then, there was him,
he knew, but how? She guessed she
hadn't perfected some aspect of boyhood.
It wasn't always like that.
She had a life once, a good life.
Her parents were fairly rich.
She always had food and clothing.
Yet, there was something missing,
something she needed. She dressed
like a girl. A few dresses here
and there, but mainly pants and
slightly tight shirts. She never
had a boyfriend, there had been
crushes or checking guys out,
but nothing intimate.
He knew for a long time that
she was girl. From the first time he
saw her, he knew. Everyone else was
oblivious to the fact that she was.
He supposed it was easier for her
that way. No one would baby her
and treat her like nuisance. She
was cute to him and the way she
made him out to be a hero made
him laugh. But, he would leave
her behind in an instant to save
his own ass.
It was a quick chat, one
that took them both by surprise.
He would have never thought that
she would have the guts to do it,
but she did. He was chained to the
walls, expecting no one to show
remorse, he sure wouldn't.
She tip-toed down the stairs.
She just wanted to look, to
watch him for a second and if
he caught her she would say she
was down there to bring him the
liquor. He heard her, though she
tried to hide her footsteps. He
even smelled the liquor she held,
it enticed his thirst.
"What are you doing down here?" he asked.
His voice made her jump. He
only laughed. It was silent for a
moment. She was contemplating
running back up, but something stopped her.
"That alcohol?" inquired Riddick.
She nodded her head, slowly.
"Well, are you gonna' give me any?"
he asked, annoyed.
Jack took a couple of steps
forward. She stopped a few feet away from him.
"You're gonna' have to come a little
closer than that, girl," he said, grinning.
Jack gasped and dropped the
bottle, causing it to shatter at her
feet. Her mouth hung open in wonder.
'How could he know?' she thought.
"That's too bad, I was really thirsty,"
Riddick said, his voice neither angry or happy.
"How did..." she started, but Riddick
interrupted.
"Know you were a girl. The way you
walk, the way you smell," he answered.
Jack cast her eyes down to the floor.
She didn't know what to do, her good cover
up story had been blown. "Stupid clumsyness,"
thought Jack.
"I, uh, have to go," she stammered.
"Of couse you do," he said.
"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked,
becomming angry at him.
"Nothing, nothing at all," said Riddick,
smiling at the fact that he had made her mad.
She shook her head and turned for
the stairs, mumbling "fuck you."
"What was that?" he asked.
She turned to face him once more.
"Nothing, nothing at all," she answered.
The corners of his mouth twitched
into a smile. Jack continued her way to
the stairs and as she reached the first
step he said,
"Thanks,"
"For what?" asked Jack.
"You're the first person to actually
show kindness toward me," he explained.
Jack walked back to him, a
little closer than before. His face
was shadowed and she wanted to see it.
"No prob'," she said, carelessly.
Riddick smiled again.
"It's a rare thing, in cases like mine," he said.
For a murderer he was nice to her.
She wanted to ask him not to tell her secret,
but somehow felt that now it didn't really
matter. He brought his face to the light,
trying to see her better. As she caught
a glimpse of his eyes, she gasped again.
His eyes, she thought she had never seen
anything so beautiful.
"It's called a shine job, makes you
see in the dark," Riddick informed.
Before she could stop herself,
she reached up and ran her right index
and middle finger down the left side of
his face. Instead of pulling back, as
she thought he would do, he leaned into
her touch. Jack stood there for a while,
enjoying the feel of his skin. She shook
her head, as to knock some sense into it.
Riddick did something of the same effect.
Some rustling broke the silence. They both
looked up toward the stairs. No one was
coming, yet. Jack, feeling that she wouldn't
get another chance, leaned down, quickly,
so quickly she took Riddick by surprise
and kissed him. A light kiss, lips upon
lips, not demanding anything from him.
To her surprise, he flicked his tongue,
barely brushing the insides of her mouth.
She pulled back and ran up the stairs as if
her life were in danger. Riddick licked his
lips, it had been a long time since anyone
even wanted to touch him.
Jack had to hide the encouter with
Riddick. For one, she was much younger
than him and for another they would have
been extremely pissed at her if she even
breathed his name. A way to hide her feelings
for him was to make herself seem she like she
wanted to be like him. A coltish smile played
across her lips.
When Jack crept back down the
stairs where Riddick was being held, Fry was
with him. Jack couldn't here what they were
saying. Riddick caught her scent, but acted
as if he hadn't even known that there was
someone else in the room. Fry babbled
something stupid and then heard Jack.
She scolded her, but Jack wasn't paying
attention to her, only him. All the
while Fry was asking what Jack had
done to "his" hair, a large grin
was etched on his face. Jack had
shaved her head and wore an indentical
pair of make shift glasses like Riddick's.
"Can I talk to him?" she asked.
"No, now go back up," Fry ordered.
Jack reluctantly ascended up
the stairs. Acting as if he hadn't
met Jack, Riddick said,
"Cute kid,"
