Shards
A/N: Second COR drabble. AU ending to the movie. Jack's not dead. She's not! Twitch Thinking of making a 50 and 100 word drabble and calling them all a series. Hmmm. Reviewers, I love all ya'll. You're giving me the warm and fuzzies! Oh, and I wasn't planning on making 'Repopulating' a chapter fic, but it was mentioned in a review... So, maybe.
Summary: 200 words. Alternate ending. He thought he lost everything, but some things don't know when to let go.
Warnings: Language. Riddick has a potty mouth.
Everything was gone. All was lost. His entire world lay in shards at his feet. And the Necromongers, the goddamn Necromongers, telling him, "You keep what you kill." They had killed all that he wanted to keep, and given him bent knees in exchange... He was going to kill them all. Stick all the sons of bitches in their conversion machines and let them hang till they died of dehydration.
The elemental woman, too. She should have been able to do something, everything, anything, and instead he got nothing. Upon consideration he was also getting tired of the universe using him to wipe its goddamn ass, and so maybe he'd take a few planets out, too. They had taken his world, only fair he take theirs. He stood, intending to give an order to...what?...when pressure on his ankle made him look down.
There was a small grin on her face, even though the fingers around his leg were shaking. He didn't remember how he got her in his arms, but she was there, and his ear was beside her mouth as he prayed, 'Oh, God, let her breath...'
She did one better, "Not...dead...asshole..."
And everything changed. "DOCTOR!"
A/N: Second COR drabble. AU ending to the movie. Jack's not dead. She's not! Twitch Thinking of making a 50 and 100 word drabble and calling them all a series. Hmmm. Reviewers, I love all ya'll. You're giving me the warm and fuzzies! Oh, and I wasn't planning on making 'Repopulating' a chapter fic, but it was mentioned in a review... So, maybe.
Summary: 200 words. Alternate ending. He thought he lost everything, but some things don't know when to let go.
Warnings: Language. Riddick has a potty mouth.
Everything was gone. All was lost. His entire world lay in shards at his feet. And the Necromongers, the goddamn Necromongers, telling him, "You keep what you kill." They had killed all that he wanted to keep, and given him bent knees in exchange... He was going to kill them all. Stick all the sons of bitches in their conversion machines and let them hang till they died of dehydration.
The elemental woman, too. She should have been able to do something, everything, anything, and instead he got nothing. Upon consideration he was also getting tired of the universe using him to wipe its goddamn ass, and so maybe he'd take a few planets out, too. They had taken his world, only fair he take theirs. He stood, intending to give an order to...what?...when pressure on his ankle made him look down.
There was a small grin on her face, even though the fingers around his leg were shaking. He didn't remember how he got her in his arms, but she was there, and his ear was beside her mouth as he prayed, 'Oh, God, let her breath...'
She did one better, "Not...dead...asshole..."
And everything changed. "DOCTOR!"