*smiling at everyone's gaping mouth* I got you all! Hehehehehe ;)
Riddick stared into the eyes of his best friend and came he closest to fainting he ever had in his whole life. She was still as beautiful as she ever was, though twelve years had changed her some. She had traded her army fatigues for jeans, although she still wore her black tank top. Her chestnut red hair hung down her back in a loose ponytail. Her face broke into a wide smile as she wrapped her arms around Riddick's neck. Jack looked somewhat confused. Riddick closed his eyes as he hugged her, remembering how it felt to have someone touch him without flinching, remembering someone wanting to touch him. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. He removed his goggles and she gasped. Then she smiled as she kissed his eyelids.
"They look good" she said, hugging him again.
"I hate them" he said honestly. Hey stayed silent for another minute or two, just being happy to be together again.
"Excuse me" Jack said, "But I'm hungry if you don't mind." Blaze laughed. Her laugh was the sweetest music to Richie's ears. He followed Jack into the apartment, not even bothering to ask if he could come in. He closed the door behind him. Jack walked down the hall and passed the kitchen. Riddick stopped there and sat at one of the barstools. He removed his goggles and leather jacket and sat them on one of the chairs at the table. Blaze was rummaging around the cabinets, placing things on the counter as she went. By the ingredients that were placed out, Riddick surmised that they were going to be having Lasagna with meatballs, salad, and chocolate chip cookies for desert. Just thinking about all that food made his stomach grumble. Blaze heard the noise and looked up.
"Tough trip?" She asked, looking at his seriously.
"You could say that" he said, smiling slightly.
"Why don't you tell me while I make dinner?" He knew he had to tell her sooner or later, so he might as well get it over with. Riddick started, telling her everything. Jack walked in, hair wet, wearing a pair of jeans and a Grateful Dead T-shirt. He soon got to the Taurus 2 part of the story, and Jack interjected things when she could. Soon he was done, and dinner was well on its way to being ready to be served. Riddick looked over at Jack and noticed the T-shirt she was wearing.
"Cool shirt. Where'd you get such an old T-shirt?" he asked, remembering one he had had a long time ago, one that his dad had given him.
"My dad left it, and mom gave it to me." She shrugged. Riddick looked over at Blaze, who nodded.
"Turn around for a second, kid" he said. She gave him a puzzled look but did as she was told. He looked at the tag and his heart did a weird jump in his chest. On it were written the initials HJR
Harold Jack Riddick
Richard Riddick's father.
Riddick stared into the eyes of his best friend and came he closest to fainting he ever had in his whole life. She was still as beautiful as she ever was, though twelve years had changed her some. She had traded her army fatigues for jeans, although she still wore her black tank top. Her chestnut red hair hung down her back in a loose ponytail. Her face broke into a wide smile as she wrapped her arms around Riddick's neck. Jack looked somewhat confused. Riddick closed his eyes as he hugged her, remembering how it felt to have someone touch him without flinching, remembering someone wanting to touch him. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. He removed his goggles and she gasped. Then she smiled as she kissed his eyelids.
"They look good" she said, hugging him again.
"I hate them" he said honestly. Hey stayed silent for another minute or two, just being happy to be together again.
"Excuse me" Jack said, "But I'm hungry if you don't mind." Blaze laughed. Her laugh was the sweetest music to Richie's ears. He followed Jack into the apartment, not even bothering to ask if he could come in. He closed the door behind him. Jack walked down the hall and passed the kitchen. Riddick stopped there and sat at one of the barstools. He removed his goggles and leather jacket and sat them on one of the chairs at the table. Blaze was rummaging around the cabinets, placing things on the counter as she went. By the ingredients that were placed out, Riddick surmised that they were going to be having Lasagna with meatballs, salad, and chocolate chip cookies for desert. Just thinking about all that food made his stomach grumble. Blaze heard the noise and looked up.
"Tough trip?" She asked, looking at his seriously.
"You could say that" he said, smiling slightly.
"Why don't you tell me while I make dinner?" He knew he had to tell her sooner or later, so he might as well get it over with. Riddick started, telling her everything. Jack walked in, hair wet, wearing a pair of jeans and a Grateful Dead T-shirt. He soon got to the Taurus 2 part of the story, and Jack interjected things when she could. Soon he was done, and dinner was well on its way to being ready to be served. Riddick looked over at Jack and noticed the T-shirt she was wearing.
"Cool shirt. Where'd you get such an old T-shirt?" he asked, remembering one he had had a long time ago, one that his dad had given him.
"My dad left it, and mom gave it to me." She shrugged. Riddick looked over at Blaze, who nodded.
"Turn around for a second, kid" he said. She gave him a puzzled look but did as she was told. He looked at the tag and his heart did a weird jump in his chest. On it were written the initials HJR
Harold Jack Riddick
Richard Riddick's father.
