Chapter 13:
Riddick walked out of the control room feeling very stupid. How she knew so much about computers and mechanics was beyond him, she'd be very valuable in the future. He'd always been extremely smart, and caught on fast, but even he didn't know that much about mechanics, nor could he catch on that fast. Although he did come out of there with a lot more information. It had been hard to concentrate, especially with Jack right there.
"I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to cook some supper. Want any?" Jack asked as they descended the stairs.
Riddick grinned "Sure. Want any company?"
Jack stopped so suddenly that Riddick almost collided with her. "Um, no thanks. maybe some other time." She stuttered out as she started back up.
Riddick walked into the living room and watched Jack walk down the stairs. For a minute there she actually seemed to consider his offer. He shook his head, it was probably just his imagination.
Jack continued down the stairs as Riddick stopped in the living room, she couldn't believe he asked that. What's more is she couldn't believe that she refused. She sighed, this was going to be one cold long shower.
Riddick sat on the couch staring at the opposite wall, he didn't like how this was starting to turn out, he didn't and couldn't get attached, he shook his head fighting off the memories that threaten to arise. He didn't want think about that now. He sighed and shook his head, the ghosts of the past didn't really care if he wanted to remember or not, fuck. He remembered her scream, the feeling of multiple hands holding him back, the bite of the cords that would come later, the stench of his own blood as he tried to escape. He remembered her tears as she was raped over and over again in front of him, them leaving her sobbing on the floor, him still tied up. The smell of her blood as he found her the next day with her wrist slashed, the feel of her cold body as he clutched at her. The normally bright blue eyes cold and dead, the red of her hair mixing so well with the blood that he couldn't see where one started and the other ended. The hollow feeling in his chest the worst, he felt like a part of him died that day.
Jack walked up the stairs to stop suddenly, Riddick was sitting there looking off into space, he looked as though his heart was being ripped out of his chest, and Jack wondered what could ever make Richard B. Riddick ever look like that. "Riddick?" She called out tentatively, his head snapped to her immediately the look gone, replaced by the normal cold collective look he always wore.
"Jack, wondering what was taking so long." He said standing.
Jack just smiled and stepped past him, into the kitchen, she grabbed various foods and cooking utensils and started cooking. "Just taking a shower. What were you thinking about just then?" She asked throwing a quick look over her shoulder at him.
He gave her a quick look, "Nothing at all Jack, nothing at all." He sighed and stepped closer, looking over her shoulder and quietly asked what she was cooking.
Jack laughed, "Pasta Riddick. Ever had it?"
Riddick gave her an amused look and grabbed the salt and started to pour it into the sauce, "Of course I have Jack."
"Hey!" She yelled out as he started to pour the salt into the sauce, "Don't do that. It'll taste gross."
Riddick laughed, "Gross? Naw, it'll taste good."
Jack swatted at him and grabbed the salt from his hand, "If your gonna smoother it in salt, at least wait until
you get it on your own plate, I hate things that salty." She shuttered slightly to prove her point.
He laughed at her quietly and sat down on the couch, "Whatever you say Jack."
Hey, I wanna thank everyone who's been so suportive and written comments. Your the best thanks a bunch. Lexie.
Riddick walked out of the control room feeling very stupid. How she knew so much about computers and mechanics was beyond him, she'd be very valuable in the future. He'd always been extremely smart, and caught on fast, but even he didn't know that much about mechanics, nor could he catch on that fast. Although he did come out of there with a lot more information. It had been hard to concentrate, especially with Jack right there.
"I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to cook some supper. Want any?" Jack asked as they descended the stairs.
Riddick grinned "Sure. Want any company?"
Jack stopped so suddenly that Riddick almost collided with her. "Um, no thanks. maybe some other time." She stuttered out as she started back up.
Riddick walked into the living room and watched Jack walk down the stairs. For a minute there she actually seemed to consider his offer. He shook his head, it was probably just his imagination.
Jack continued down the stairs as Riddick stopped in the living room, she couldn't believe he asked that. What's more is she couldn't believe that she refused. She sighed, this was going to be one cold long shower.
Riddick sat on the couch staring at the opposite wall, he didn't like how this was starting to turn out, he didn't and couldn't get attached, he shook his head fighting off the memories that threaten to arise. He didn't want think about that now. He sighed and shook his head, the ghosts of the past didn't really care if he wanted to remember or not, fuck. He remembered her scream, the feeling of multiple hands holding him back, the bite of the cords that would come later, the stench of his own blood as he tried to escape. He remembered her tears as she was raped over and over again in front of him, them leaving her sobbing on the floor, him still tied up. The smell of her blood as he found her the next day with her wrist slashed, the feel of her cold body as he clutched at her. The normally bright blue eyes cold and dead, the red of her hair mixing so well with the blood that he couldn't see where one started and the other ended. The hollow feeling in his chest the worst, he felt like a part of him died that day.
Jack walked up the stairs to stop suddenly, Riddick was sitting there looking off into space, he looked as though his heart was being ripped out of his chest, and Jack wondered what could ever make Richard B. Riddick ever look like that. "Riddick?" She called out tentatively, his head snapped to her immediately the look gone, replaced by the normal cold collective look he always wore.
"Jack, wondering what was taking so long." He said standing.
Jack just smiled and stepped past him, into the kitchen, she grabbed various foods and cooking utensils and started cooking. "Just taking a shower. What were you thinking about just then?" She asked throwing a quick look over her shoulder at him.
He gave her a quick look, "Nothing at all Jack, nothing at all." He sighed and stepped closer, looking over her shoulder and quietly asked what she was cooking.
Jack laughed, "Pasta Riddick. Ever had it?"
Riddick gave her an amused look and grabbed the salt and started to pour it into the sauce, "Of course I have Jack."
"Hey!" She yelled out as he started to pour the salt into the sauce, "Don't do that. It'll taste gross."
Riddick laughed, "Gross? Naw, it'll taste good."
Jack swatted at him and grabbed the salt from his hand, "If your gonna smoother it in salt, at least wait until
you get it on your own plate, I hate things that salty." She shuttered slightly to prove her point.
He laughed at her quietly and sat down on the couch, "Whatever you say Jack."
Hey, I wanna thank everyone who's been so suportive and written comments. Your the best thanks a bunch. Lexie.