Title: Piceus Furvus

Author: Batdz Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Black, Riddick, or any of it. I just own the character of Amelia and all my crazy ideas of what life in the PB universe woulda been like with her in it.

Rating: R for violence, sex, and language.

Pairings: Riddick/OFC, mentions of Fry/Riddick, Fry/Johns.

Summary: Jack B. Badd was one of the survivors. What if she had a sister though? The complete opposite of her in every way, down to her reaction to one Richard B. Riddick?

Chapter One

She landed hard on her knees and coughed, shaking her head. Feeling around, she felt a cryotube and cursed as she fumbled in her skirt pockets for her needles. Cutting a slit in the tube, she caught her sister in her arms and laughed as a she said woozily, "So, I guess something went wrong?"

She gently cradled her sister's face, tracing the familiar contours, and said quietly, "Are you all right?"

"Fine," came the reply and suddenly, the siblings heard screaming. Helping each other to their feet, they stumbled to the ship and she paused at the sound of a man screaming in pain. Her mind reacted automatically, knees folding beneath her, and she closed her eyes at the memory of wet, thick, and spice.

"Get it outta him!" someone cried and she shook her head as someone else said, "No, it's too close to his heart."

She heard his heart slow. "He's dead," she said flatly as she opened her dark and unseeing eyes; they flickering around the cabin quickly. "His mind doesn't know it yet. If you like, give him a pain killer or two."

"There's some antestaphine," Fry managed as Owens let out another scream. "In the medlock, in the back of the cabin."

She felt her sister twist slightly and sighed again.

"Not anymore there's not," Paris said and Amelia got to her feet, Jack coming forward to help her outside. Feeling slightly dizzy, she sat down in the sand and said wearily, "Jesus..."

Despite the difficulties of breathing, she climbed up onto the wreckage, Jack helping her by telling her where to put her feet. "Is anyone else having difficulties breathing?" Paris asked as he looked around the desert.

Murmurs of agreement and she said, "It's the climate here."

"I'm sorry," Fry said. "I didn't catch your name."

"Amelia Badd," she said calmly. "This is my-"

"Brother," her sister interrupted. "Jack."

The woman sounded suspicious but let it go. Turning to her sister, she pulled her down and said in rapid fire Celtic, "What the hell was that?"

"Easier if it isn't two girls," her sister retorted. "What? I'm not letting them think they can fuck with us!"

Amelia sighed and rubbed her temples as talk of what happened to the ship began. She felt guilt oozing from where Fry stood and filed it away for later. Getting to her feet, she had Jack help her to the crash ship entrance and paused at the sound of Johns. Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited for him to notice her before speaking.

"Who is he?" she asked and he looked back at her, taking her in, admiring her full figure, her petite form. She felt his perusal and merely waited. Johns turned around and said, "He just escaped from a maximum prison."

"So do we just keep him locked up forever?" Fry questioned as she entered. Amelia moved forward, closer to the bound and gagged man. She let her gaze travel around the room as Johns and Fry talked behind her. She held her hands out, felt how the man's aura seemed to glitter in black and gold, knew that his arms were thick with muscle, and narrowed her gaze as Johns said sharply, "I suggest you move away from him."

"Is he really that dangerous?" Fry asked and Amelia didn't waver her study of Riddick, even as Johns said, "Only around humans."

He'd smelled her long before he saw her. Jasmine and vanilla, two scents that reminded him of Earth. She was a tiny thing, barely to his chest, and wearing all black. A skirt to her calves, a black shirt that showed her curves, and boots similar to his own. Her hair was the same color as her clothing and her eyes were dark, darting around the cabin.

Johns ordered out and she turned, tripping on her feet slightly as she did so, her fingers grabbing onto a cutting torch. She stumbled, the torch falling to the ground and he followed it with his eyes as Johns ushered her out the door. As soon as he felt it's safe, he dislocated his arms, and grabbed the torch.

Amelia turned her head at Johns oath and sat quietly as they begin to prepare to search for the convict. She felt Johns assessing her and turned to Jack as Shazza says, "Better?" and her sister agrees happily as she can now breathe normally. She lets Jack fasten her own breather to her body and then got to her feet slowly. Turning her head as Paris commented on the suns, she can feel them on her face and knows then that there is something wrong with the planet.

"Three suns?" her sister murmured and fear gripped her heart. She closed her eyes and reopened them as the others left.

She comforted her sister as she kept murmuring, tilts her head to side as she hears them bury the man that had appeared. Panic had ensued, even as she told them it wasn't Riddick, that he wasn't there...

The poor man had died, shot through the heart...

A sound echoed.

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing. "Jack," she hissed. "Where are they burying him?"

"In the caves..."

"Oh, God," she whispered and got to her feet as Zeke begins to scream. She grabbed Jack's arm and ordered, "Lead me..."

Shazza is screaming by the time they get to where everyone is. Amelia tilts her head up to the sky, sniffing the air. She spun at the sound of Riddick hitting the dirt and said, "He did not kill him."

"Fuck you!" Shazza returned, her voice high and shrill. "He's a fuckin' murderer and someone should fuckin' put him down!"

Amelia turned her head again as the sound echoed. She frowned and shuddered as Jack said, "What?"

"Whispers," she said softly and moved away.

Fry paused at the sight of Amelia sitting in front of the room where Riddick was held. The young woman's hands were busy with two silver needles, moving effortlessly as she knit. Her eyes were wide and unseeing in her pretty face. Moving past, she started as Amelia said, "He didn't kill him."

"You're blind," she said and Amelia laughed quietly. "I cannot see anything," the young woman said calmly. "But I can hear. And I can hear the whispers."

The woman didn't say a word merely entered. Amelia got to her feet and listened as Riddick said, "The ones telling me, and the girl out there, to go for the sweet spot, just to the left of the spine. Fourth lumbar down. The abdominal aorta. It's a metallic taste, human blood. Copperish. But you cut with peppermint schnapps then that goes away."

She closed her eyes, remembered.

Jack screaming.

The man cursing.

Her needles, deadly and precise in her hands.

Wet.

Thick.

Spice.

At the sound of her sister's voice, Amelia opened her eyes and entered. She glared at where Jack stood and said, "Out."

Jack pouted but obliged. She turned, met Riddick's eyes without hesitation, and said, "I apologize."

"Cute kid," the big man replied and she smiled as he added, "Did I kill a few people? Sure. Did I kill Zeke? No."

"Told you," Amelia said to Fry who she could feel was angry and irritated. "He's not in the hole," the woman snapped. "We looked."

"Look deeper," Riddick informed her and Fry left with a glare. Amelia turned to Riddick and said, "I suppose you have a shine job?"

"What?"

"I'm blind," the young woman said as she turned her head. "I can hear and smell better than most human beings. I hear the whispers Riddick." She came closer, leaning till they were nose to nose. "And I have to ask," she murmured softly. "Can you see in the dark?"

"Yeah," Riddick murmured back. "You afraid of the dark?"

"Why should I be?" Amelia stepped back from him. "I live in it." She turned and went to the entrance, pausing as Riddick called, "What's your name?"

"Amelia," she replied and looked over her shoulder. "What's yours?"

"Richard," he said after a moment's silence, and she smiled, a quick flash of white against tan skin. "See you later Richard," she said before disappearing.

As they walked, Amelia keeping a tight grip on Jack's arm, she smiled as her sister asked, "Can I talk to him now?" and received two very blunt rebuttals from Fry and Shazza. She laughed quietly and said in Celtic, "Talk to him. I find him interesting."

Jack looked up at her sister. "You think he's cute," she accused and Amelia smiled at the younger female. "I can't see him," she reminded her and Jack rolled her eyes. "You can sense him though."

"That I can," she affirmed and as they entered the settlement, she heard the drops of water. She smiled as she was led over, hands cupping the water in her hands. She sipped it, relishing the feeling of water sliding down her throat and feeling refreshed, walked back outside.

She felt Riddick come up behind her and says, "Quite a party."

"Yeah," he rumbled and she looked up to where his face would be. She can imagine him looking at her, assessing her, and smiled. Riddick doesn't let himself show surprise but asked, "You make friends of convicts often?"

"No," she retorted cheerily. "But I can see you."

"Oh?"

"Yes," she said and would have said more if Johns hadn't interrupted them. She waited, felt Jack take her arm, and let herself be led inside. She frowned as Paris said, "It's the winner of the look-alike contest."

"What did you do?" she asked her sister and the quiet reply of, "Kinda shaved off my hair...?"

She groaned, rubbing her face and sighed. "Jack..."

As they all sat around, discussing the settlement, Amelia let her senses wander. She could hear with quite clarity the beating of everyone's hearts, the rush of blood in their veins. She dozes, starts as the question of Ali begins and gets to her feet as she hears the screaming. Panic has ensued and she feels someone pick her up gently.

Riddick.

She allows herself to be carried, knowing it is easier than waiting for Jack to remember. She is set on her feet in a few seconds and stretches her senses. She drops to the ground as the creatures shoot out of the closet, gets to her feet as she hears the thump of a body.

Riddick prowled around and as the stench of freshly kill wafted in the air, the convict looked over at Amelia.

She looked back with grim acceptance.

End Part One