Jack had made it an early night. She had dreams of Riddick chasing her, dreams of Riddick calling her name, and dreams of Riddick just being Riddick. She woke up early, pushing her red satin sheets down she stretched, emitting a large yawn. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and thought about how she wanted to spend her day waiting for Imam to message her back. Deciding to work on her ship, she threw on a pair of skin tight L.E.I's, her work pants, and a tight white beater. She figured if she was going to be getting messy, she might as well look good doing it. She left her blond hair down since it was seemingly poker straight that morning and she exited the ship.

She hoped down from the platform with her toolbox in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Soon, she decided, I'm going to have to paint this son of a bitch. Finding where she had left off before, she dug out a screw driver and set to work.

Richard B. Riddick was just waking, and heard the faint sounds of clanking metal. He sauntered over to the bathroom to take a piss. Christ, he thought, I haven't slept that well in a fuckin' long time. He decided to look through the dresser drawers of the person's ship he'd stolen. Luckily, it was a man so there were a few things that were of use to him. Mainly, beaters. He picked up a black one and threw it on. Finding his cargo pants discarded on the floor he tossed them on as well. On his way to the flight deck, he grabbed his sunglasses. Can't forget those, he thought to himself.

Jack was facing the ship and beding down to decide what tools she wanted. Riddick sat down in the Captain's chair and spotted the cute little thing across the way. He watched the nice shape of her buttocks move in the tight pants she was wearing. He sucked in his lower lip, thinking how much he was missing the company of a good woman. Before he went and introduced himself, he began to play with the controls. He hacked into the mainframe and changed most of the passwords and access codes to something more his style. He also went and renamed the ship. He decided on something different; Lithius. Having that out of the way, he decided it was time to meet the neighbor.

***

Jack found the socket wrench she had been searching for, and stood up.

"Hello", came a simple, deep voice from behind her. She stood at attention. That voice. She had heard it before somewhere. That deep, seductive voice... Where had she heard it? She pressed her hands to her thighs and turned around slowly. Her breath caught in her throat, and luckily she did not gasp. If this man standing in front of her was who she thought he was she was surely in for a weird day.

She stepped forward on the metal platform towards the giant man who stood with an outstretched hand. She took it gently afraid that he knew who she was. At first she thought that was a good thing, but she began to believe that he had forgotten who she was with every second that ticked by.

Riddick was starting to get annoyed that she was staring at him so intently. He was also getting intrigued. She might be fun to play with, he thought to himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My manners have up and left me high and dry", she said trying to make up for her silence. She could swear on her grave that it was him but it had been 10 years and people change right?

"It's alright. My name is John. John Harding", he said knowing she had no clue who the fuck he was.

"Audrey Phillips[1]", she said hoping he had never heard her real name.

"Well Audrey Phillips, I do believe we are now neighbors."

She smiled,"Is that so?" In an attempt to see if she could get a reaction out of him, she tossed her hair back and shifted her left foot out to make her stance wider. He titled his head a bit, and a few lewd thoughts flashed before his eyes.

"Well, I was just about to break for lunch if you would like to join me", she proposed. Riddick thought to himself, This definitely isn't my style. This girl seems different, though. Its her eyes. Even though he oculdn't see very many colors, mainly florescent ones for heat and shaded colors normally, he could sense the shine coming from them. He took her proposal in, and thought about it for a few moments. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was hungry, there was no denying that.

"Yeah, alright",he said giving in to his stomache and not his brain.

"Great", she said and led him inside.


[1] I want to credit Shazzablue for her name because I'm still not sure whther Phillips is her last name or not, but I want to tell you that if it isn't I didn't come up with it. Shazza did. Go read her story. It's worth it.