Sasha the leather bitch goddess
When Riddick woke, he was flat on his back and his whole body screamed. The pain behind his eyes was so fierce that he wondered if he'd been stuck out in the sun without his goggles for a month. "What the fuck?" he growled trying to lift his head off the soft pillow it laid on.
Jack slept against the table where he was laying, her head resting against his side, her face looking so peaceful that he stared for a few moments before speaking again. "Jack?" he croaked feeling his throat so dry that it burned.
"Hey you." she said sleepily. To Riddick she never looked so beautiful.
"How long have I been out?" he asked wincing at every movement.
"About 17 hours." She told him. "Close your eyes. Accessing level one diagnostics. Begin Scan."
"My pleasure Jack. Scan commencing." He heard as his body felt a slight tingling sensation.
"Scan complete. Oxygen levels normal. White blood count, still elevated but decreasing, plasma level normal, presence of phenrol hydrochloride negative, Temperature 100.7 degrees. He'll live Jack." It crooned in a sexy female voice. Jack's voice.
"Lights, twenty percent." She said and he tentatively opened an eye arching his eyebrow at her.
"That isn't my med computer is it?" he asked relaxing when she stroked his face.
"I got bored and modified its programming. Like it? Can you handle a sexy woman examining your manly bits? The other sounded too antiseptic." She said giving him a wicked grin. "Her name is Sasha, the leather bitch goddess."
"Sasha huh?" he said laughing. But laughing hurt his entire body so he stopped and closed his eyes.
"Good evening Riddick." she said kissing his forehead. "You slept the clock around."
"Good evening Jack." He said groaning in pain.
"Want something to ease the pain?" he nodded and she stuck the needle into his IV line.
After a few moments. "Better?"
"Yeah." He said sleeping a few minutes. She took the time to get something cool for his forehead and came back with some water in case he needed it.
In the time he had slept, she had stripped his boots and socks and left his pants on because that task would have been too awkward. She had debated removing the rest of his clothes for over an hour but gave up to clean the bridge and that job took her two hours.
When his eyes opened again he saw her staring back stroking his cheek. "Nice nap?"
"I don't nap Jack." He scowled.
"Grumpy is back I guess you're feeling better." She quipped and smiled. "Feel like something to drink? You look like shit."
Jack got off the stool and went to the cabinet for something when he put his good arm on her and held fast. "Don't go Jack. Thanks, for fixing me up. I mean it."
"It's all right. After this, we're going to move you to your bed where I can keep you warm and get you well, this table must be cold and hard as hell to sleep on."
"I've slept on worse." He said closing his eyes.
"Yeah, but you don't have to now and I need you well fast." She told him. "Doc's orders."
"Says who?" he argued.
"Sasha?" she asked.
"Yes Jack?" the computer answered sultry and enticing in her tone.
"How long should tall dark and handsome stay in bed?" she asked smirking at Riddick.
"At least three more days Jack, but I suggest a little longer, he's got to replenish red blood cells because synthetic blood is more for volume," She answered. "rather than for strength."
"Jack, you gave her AI didn't you?" he groaned in her direction.
"Fully free thinking. Reconfigured and better than ever Riddick." The computer announced. "Don't be afraid, I'm not. I am incapable of being afraid of you Riddick."
"Jack." He snapped. "I will-not argue with a computer."
"Then don't." Jack said smug. "Easy, she's programmed to only obey you and me. When others use her she will be just as the original programming intended. Can't fault me for having fun, can you?"
He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"I need you fully functional if you're going to be my Jabbar Haras." She explained.
"More fucking Arabic Jack, give me a break." He said sipping the glass she gave him.
"Most powerful bodyguard." She answered looking at him and sipping some coffee. He smiled and beamed a satisfied smirk at her. She held his hand and sipped her coffee with the other.
"Where's my cup?" he asked.
"Water for now, you." she said pointing at him. "Dehydration is a bitch."
"So, how long am I tied to that pole there Doc?" he yelled at the computer
"For as long as Jack says you are Riddick. She is in charge of you. I am just, how would you put it? A pain in the ass fucken machine." Crooned the med computer.
He laughed loudly and for a full two minutes. "You programmed her to be a smart ass?"
Jack only smiled.
"A few more hours should do it. I can give you the medication orally after that."
"You love this don't you?" he smirked. "Me flat on my back."
"I should say the same to you Riddick. Elevated hormone levels increased after you're saying that word Jack." Crooned the computer again.
"Shut up." They both shouted.
"As you wish." She answered and powered down.
"You've created a monster."
"Wait until you see the nav computer." She quipped and his eyes narrowed in a malevolent glare. "Kidding."
"Jack." He growled, his face softening.
"Come on, you can't expect me not to fuck with you when I clearly have the advantage."
"Says who?" he smirked grabbing her and pulling her towards him.
"Me big guy." She said smiling and running her fingers over his forehead.
"Hmm. Missed that." He purred.
"What my touch or the morphine I just plunged in your iv tube?" She said looking at his spike in blood pressure.
"Both thanks, I hate to ask but the pain is not fun." He answered face slack and his eyes glassy.
"The antidote to the poison is doing that. The side effects are painful, but you'll live. You realize we'll have to start working out pretty hard when you're better. The poison tears down your muscles a bit. You'll have to work out the lactic acid in them to get powerful again."
"Fine. I can handle that. The fact is I will be able to do that. Thanks to you. What happened?" he said chatty and she loved it. Talking Riddick was better than brooding Riddick any day of the week.
"When you killed the mercs, the blade was poisoned with phenrol hydrochloride. When he sliced you before you killed him, it entered your blood stream. Sasha thinks that he laced it some time ago and hadn't used it, or if he did he did not clean it and therefore, along with the poison you had millions of bacteria running through your bloodstream at the speed of light. By the way, did you make him scream or was I hallucinating that?"
"You weren't." he said in a low growl. He didn't want to remember that night. It was dark and he felt pulled to feel that darkness even now.
"I stitched you up, on threat of the bit mind you, which you nearly jumped me for." She told and he winced.
She knew his deathly aversion to restraints and used that tactic well. It's what he would have done in the same circumstances. "Then, you passed out again. Enough said." She told him looking anywhere but his face.
"Jack?" he groaned shutting his eyes. Oh fuck I said something. Shit, I made it worse.
"You were very chatty while I stitched you up. Especially after a few doses of Mistress Morphine."
His good hand covered his face and rubbed it. "What exactly did I say?"
He wanted to be anywhere but there at that particular moment and she was enjoying the squirming. "Well, shall we start with, the discussion surrounding your skills, my ass, the use of those skills on my ass, or the fact that those skills could be used while touching my ass?"
"I did not." Please tell me I didn't say that.
"Well, outside of that fact that you had a very detailed discussion surrounding my damn fine ass, you suggested—"
I did say that… I cannot believe she's fucking with me like this. Damn Jack you're cruel. And I couldn't be more proud.
"I don't want to hear another word." He said closing his eyes again.
"Riddick?" she asked tapping his forehead.
"What?" he growled obviously incredibly embarrassed.
"I'm fucking with you." she told him and he sighed with palpable relief. "You said I was beautiful."
"You are." He admitted. And smart, quick on your feet, stubborn, sexy, very sexy, intoxicating to look at, fuckable, okay I need to stop here.
"And that I should settle down and make pretty babies." I did not say that. Fuck I can't believe I told her that…
He suddenly remembered an image from the night before of him seeing them together on a beach, far from mercs and pilgrims watching some kids play in the sand. "What else did my mouth decide and volunteer?"
"The rest I chalk up to the morphine. Sit tight there you." she smirked. She removed the needle from his arm and gave him a squeeze. "Wanna get outa here?"
"Sure, just as soon as the room stops spinning."