title:walking thru barbed wire (for lack of a better one)
Author: roach
Rating: nc-17 (because had no clue what rating to put it in. so that's just to be on the safe side!)
Pairings: guess!
Disclaimer: don't own anything from the movie
Feedback: yes please
special note: ty caz for checking it out for me !!! you're the best! and ty for all the feedback u guyz rock!!!!! hope u enjoy
this chap, yeah i know im a slow writer lol ~cough im french cough~ lol anyway i got chap 3 started hopefully it wont take me for ever. ok enough with the babling and on with the show!!!!
Ps had to repost for some reason it cought off midway.
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The skiff connects itself to the larger ship, slightly shaking because of the impact. Their trip has been short, but filled with awkward silence. Neither of them are making eye contact or trying to make idle conversation. The pain Jack is suffering has made her quite uncomfortable and she has been shivering from the wet clothes she has been wearing since boarding the small craft. She is picked up again and taken to the medic bay. At least that's where the man she used to know is telling her they're going.
Her chunky wallet chain clinks on the metal posts as he gently places her on the bed. He kneels in front of her, pulls up the wet left leg of her muddy cargo pants to reveal a soft tattooed calf in black leather, mid-calf boot. She groans as he slowly unzips her boot, trying not to put any pressure on the wound, and takes it off, followed by her sock. He rotates her foot and asks, "Does this hurt?"
She can only hiss through clenched teeth at the immense pain she is feeling. It's like someone is slowly cutting away at the muscle. The look on her face tells him that he better stop or he'll get an ass-kicking.
"Well," he says, "Looks like you sprained your ankle and maybe some little bones in your feet have snapped too, it ain't that bad. I can tape your ankle to stabilize it and we'll see what we can do for the swelling and the pain later." He proceeds to secure her ankle with some special medical tape so she can at least walk on it. "Come," he says, "I'll show you to your room. It ain't much, I wasn't expecting to have company."
The young woman jumps off the bed, trying to land on her good foot, and follows Riddick into a sombre corridor, limping slightly. They walk down the hall, passing the kitchen, the well-furnished den as well as a few closed doors. Riddick halts suddenly, causing her to walk right into his warm yet hard back. She takes a few steps away back as he turns and tells her roughly, "That's your room," while opening the door. Jack walks in brushing past his large arm.
The room they enter is very small, there's only a cot, a door she assumes connects itself to a bathroom, and an armoire. She swirls around looks into the cold, collected stone face of a friend that hasn't changed over the years and asks, "What the hell happened back there? Why did they kill Imam? What the fuck is going on, Riddick?"
"I don't know." He calmly replies
"Sure you don't! Dammit Riddick, talk. Stop holding back the information you got." she barks back. He takes a moment to think things through and responds by saying "Go get cleaned up, we'll talk after and don't wet your bandage too much," before exiting the room and heading to his.
She opens the door to the bathroom looks around finding shampoo and some soap. She slowly walks over to the bathtub, kneels and turns the water on. Testing to make sure it's not to hot, she bends her head under the jet and washes her long dark brown hair, when she finishes she fills the tub up, and gets in, leaving her left leg dangling out of the tub. The memory of what happened earlier is still fresh in her mind, she can't stop seeing Imam lying in his room massacred and drenched in blood. One question keeps popping in her head, why? She decides to put those thoughts on hold till she gets to talk to Riddick again.
Riddick, she sighs, it has been 5 years since their last encounter, and he hasn't changed a bit she realises, it's like he spent these past 5 years in cryo-sleep. She, on the other hand has grown since then. Being now 5'7", she resembles nothing like the young little Jack used to be, her blond hair had grown out and changed colours over the years, sometimes being a bold red or electric blue, to being as black as night, to the dark brown she's sporting at the moment. Her physique is slightly athletic but she has curves in all the right places. Since she discovered punk/rock/alternative music, she's pretty much adopted their way of dressing. Her memories turn to Riddick, to the day he left. A Knocking on the door and a deep voice saying some clothes were placed on the bed and that she should join him in the kitchen interrupts Jack's thoughts. Jack quickly finished washing herself, exits the bathroom in a towel, finds the over-sized clothes, puts them on and goes to find Riddick.
The kitchen is barely illuminated, so Jack can barely see the contour of what looks like a sitting pharaoh carved out of stone. She takes a seat in front of him and waits for the conversation to start.
"Lights," he says "First of all, lets start off with your foot so the swelling goes down. Your gonna want to put it into cold water with ice in it"
"Ok" she replies, "So lets do this and get to what's important; the answers."
Riddick gets up, puts ice in a bucket along with water, and he grabs a garbage bag on his way back to the table. He places the bucket next to her chair, puts the bag over her foot and tells her to leave her foot in there for 20 minutes. She lowers her foot into the water. The water is so cold it feels its like millions of needles are being poked into her flesh.
"Jack," he says, looking into her eyes, "I don't know what happened over there, I don't know why they busted into your house,"
"Bullshit," she interrupts him.
Riddick opens his mouth to say something but reconsiders it. A few minutes pass before he finally speaks again.
"Fine," he continues "For the past few months I've been followed by a Merc ship, I've managed to lose them and keep track of where they were headed. Unfortunately I figured too late that they were heading for New Mecca. Once I got to your house Imam was already dead, and you saw what happened to the others. I don't have to explain myself, call it revenge if you want. Now as to why, I still don't know, we're gonna have to stay low till I figure it out. I got an old friend in New Québec, he will take us in while we're there."
