Unthinking
A/N: Third in the 'Shards' AU. More drabble. Too much drabble? I think there's too much drabble... Anyway... 'Tell' was supposed to have a repetitive flow to it, kinda like poetry or something. As for the 'Bent Knees' thing, Jesse, I was trying to say that he'd had everything important to him taken away by the Necromongers, and they had given him rulership in exchange. Or something. My A/N is going to be longer than the drabble! But I have to say, I am so immensely happy that it's possible I will burst. I mean, marriage proposals, oh my!
Summary: 200. Jack has news, Riddick loses his control.
Warnings: Slight language.
What use does a man who is estranged from civilization have for an army of millions? He could barely manage his own life and now he was expected to deal with a group of people more unstable that he was. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and wished he could go back. Back to right after the planet from hell. Back to when he told Iman to take care of Jack. Back to when he had left, and...what? Kill her, so they would have had no leverage? Take her with him so they couldn't get her?
But it was to late now, now that he had everything he'd never wanted. And the one thing he wanted too much, to close for comfort. How the hell was he supposed to rule a goddamn empire when he could barely handle himself around some girl?
"Riddick?" the damn girl, sounding excited and nervous. He raised his head, dismissing thoughts of rulership, turning to look where she stood in his doorway. And then the full implications hit him. Kyra. Standing. As he watched, breath caught in his throat, she walked across the room to him. Kyra. Walking. Thrilled, unthinking, he kissed her.
A/N: Third in the 'Shards' AU. More drabble. Too much drabble? I think there's too much drabble... Anyway... 'Tell' was supposed to have a repetitive flow to it, kinda like poetry or something. As for the 'Bent Knees' thing, Jesse, I was trying to say that he'd had everything important to him taken away by the Necromongers, and they had given him rulership in exchange. Or something. My A/N is going to be longer than the drabble! But I have to say, I am so immensely happy that it's possible I will burst. I mean, marriage proposals, oh my!
Summary: 200. Jack has news, Riddick loses his control.
Warnings: Slight language.
What use does a man who is estranged from civilization have for an army of millions? He could barely manage his own life and now he was expected to deal with a group of people more unstable that he was. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and wished he could go back. Back to right after the planet from hell. Back to when he told Iman to take care of Jack. Back to when he had left, and...what? Kill her, so they would have had no leverage? Take her with him so they couldn't get her?
But it was to late now, now that he had everything he'd never wanted. And the one thing he wanted too much, to close for comfort. How the hell was he supposed to rule a goddamn empire when he could barely handle himself around some girl?
"Riddick?" the damn girl, sounding excited and nervous. He raised his head, dismissing thoughts of rulership, turning to look where she stood in his doorway. And then the full implications hit him. Kyra. Standing. As he watched, breath caught in his throat, she walked across the room to him. Kyra. Walking. Thrilled, unthinking, he kissed her.