To all those who are as hooked on Riddick and Jack as I am, and I wrote this, thank you for your faithfulness.

Rose, you rock!

Riddick's Sita: Yes they have to go back. But it's gonna be an interesting return trip.

SNEAK preview: Dancing for Riddick will happen. YEAH I know you all want that.

Sasha returns better than ever.

Riddick in this chappy is looking very VIN esque. So get your fans ladies the hotness is gonna start!

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Being a Jack myself I am so psyched at what's gonna happen. Got it worked out so strap on your seat belts and hang on!

Thanks AGAIN!

Riddick, still on the mend from his run-in with Stroud and Boyle on New London, sat in the pilot's chair feeling like a large lion after a good meal. Every night for nearly three straight weeks, without fail, he lived a private dream.

Every morning, after a good morning kiss, he and Jack would spend hours working out, sparring, fighting, special time where he would learn the kata she would perform, and taking much needed breaks where they would make love until lunch.

In the afternoon, Jack would hack into New Mecca's mainframe computers, making alternate identities for Salim, his men, and for both of them or she would keep him company and listen to him talk, it never ceased to amaze him how she could sit and just listen.

And he thought women would talk a lot. He told her things that he hadn't spoken aloud to anyone, and she listened, truly listened.

Every evening, after eating a meal together, they would watch a vid disc or two and spend the nights in each other's arms devouring the tastes each other had to offer.

He was never happier in his life. They did not hide their feelings, and only when he would put his game face on did he feel the rage that had been so much a part of his life. With Jack's help, he kept up with Salim via coded transmissions and kept tabs on what was happening with Imam, and the magnificent seven.

She tutored him on the ways of the pilgrims of New Mecca so that he could pull of his role in the plan to kill Mohammed. In turn, he tutored her on how to be silent and deadly.

They were taking their time; he hated cyro-sleep and refused to use it. His plan was to have her as much to himself as possible. They set down on the seventh planet in Hellion System to refit and get supplies. Jack had expressed a desire to have Sasha reconfigured to be able to perform surgeries if necessary. He learned in the two months they had been back together that she's was smart and beautiful and that he'd be a fool not take advantage of her good judgment.

It took them nearly another week to have Sasha refit. "How long before we get to Hellion Prime?" She asked him looking at him from her position on the mat.

"Another week." He told her looking at with a smile.

"Taking the long way around?" she asked wiggling her toes after she removed her boots.

"What if I am?" he asked looking at her hungrily.

"I would have thought that you would have wanted to get this over with." She said lying on her stomach watching him stretch.

"Well, I'm not in any hurry to start trouble." He growled. "Trouble usually finds me."

"I believe that." She snorted. "Did I mention to you that I find you funny?"

"No, you didn't Jack." He was going through a graceful kata, pulling his long lean muscles to a taut stretch that made him groan with satisfaction. Working the soreness and stiffness and getting back to the shape he was in before he got screwed up was feeling pretty good.

"Or the fact that I find you very sexy when you do kata, agile too, like a cat."

"What do you want Jack?" he said moving to a quiet inner rhythm.

"Are we done?" she asked looking at him grinning wickedly.

"That depends on what you have in mind." He laughed knowing exactly what she had in mind.

"I was thinking that we might change the routine a little bit tonight." She told him smiling. "Maybe in lieu of a movie we'd have some dancing."

His eyebrow rose up in anticipation and the beast within him growled loudly. "You gonna dance for me Jack?"

"Would you like me to?" she asked crooking a finger and urging him to come over to sit by her.

In a split second he had her pinned, "Oh yeah Jack." He growled seductively her ear. "I'd like that very much. Same Song Jack."

"As you wish my lord." She winked pulling him to her in a crushing kiss.

Riddick paused walking down the hallway. "Jack?" he asked making his way towards the mess and finding her in the kitchen. The smells that wafted gently up to his nostrils were rich and spiced. He knew how she enjoyed cooking; creating and feeling freedoms through those things made him feel good. She'd been repressed for too long. He looked down at himself and shifted on the hard metal floor.

He felt uncomfortable. He was dressed very differently than he was used to, wearing a pair of blue denim jeans from a vintage shop catering in old Earth clothes, a deep indigo silk shirt he wore when he met with clients, and bare feet.

Riddick heard her before he saw her and with his contact lenses in he was very pleased looking at her. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. She wore a floral wrap skirt and a dark top, both very sexy, showing just the right amount of skin. He saw the vibrant greens, yellows and the black, contrasting beautifully with her creamy skin.

He was standing in the doorway to the kitchen when she noticed him. "Is that you Riddick? Damn! Wow, you look very retro."

"I feel pretty weird. Used to dressing like a convict. But if you like it, I can live with it." He told her looking at her put a roast chicken back into the oven to finish cooking. "You're gonna spoil me with your cooking Jack."

"And you're gonna spoil me looking so hot." She said winking.

"Jack, you should talk." He smirked laughing while her walking around him giving him the once over.

"You'd be expensive, this is a very sexy look. This," she remarked, pointing to the fact that the first three buttons were opened exposing his hard muscular chest, "is a very big turn on. Riddick, you trying to tease me on purpose?"

He rolled his eyes and laughed. Since they had stopped fighting about how and what they had been feeling about one another, he had laughed more, lost the perpetual scowl and made it a point to enjoy himself.

Jack had found a shop on one of the planets they had stopped on and took the credits remaining on one of their credit chips to make sure he didn't look like a convict any longer. He hadn't really cared what she bought, since fresh food was involved in that shopping. He had taken care of getting what they needed for their return to New Mecca in the way of weapons and other things they might need in order to carry out the plan.

They met up back at the ship and he wasn't aware that she'd bought him anything until he saw her putting them away.

"What the hell is this shit Jack?" he had asked her looking at the clothes that varied from robes that a pilgrim would wear to dark black leather pants that he could wear and look menacing and hot at the same time. He wasn't happy at all that she had also bought a full shadour, full length covering that would obliterate any trace of her, or the robes that would make him just another face in the crowd. But he let it go because she had also bought other things that certainly made up for it.

"An appropriate wardrobe for a transport captain. You need to embrace the fact that if you don't look like you're on the run, people won't think you are." She told him folding his slacks, put his tanks and wife-beaters in the drawer and smiled.

What she said made sense and he couldn't discount her reasoning. But he didn't have to like it.

"What was wrong with what I had before?" he asked suddenly curious because she was smiling like he did when he was thinking something perverted.

"Nothing, you were wearing them out and I had money, and I've never had money so I indulged. Bought some things for myself too. So be pleasantly surprised Riddick."

And he was, every night since.

"Embracing the vacation baby?" she asked noticing his bare feet. He rocked against the doorframe and smiled again.

"Absolutely. These," he said running his hands down his thighs, "are very comfortable."

"And very arousing. Makes me wonder what you'd look like naked." She said playfully using his own words against him.

"Play your cards right and you just might." He said walking over and taking a piece of bread. "You look nice. I like seeing you in color. I like seeing you naked too. So, when's that dance gonna happen Jack, before or after dinner?"

"Everything comes to he who waits Riddick, so keep it in your pants a little longer. And no feeling up the cook." She warned as he came up behind her. He ignored her and grabbed her hoisting her up on the counter.

"I'll do whatever I want. Get used to it." He chided kissing her throat. "You taste like spice."

"Connoisseur on human flesh are we?" she asked smiling.

"You could say that. I seem to have a craving just now and I can't seem to help myself." He purred in her ear.

"You hungry?"

"Starving Jack." He said in whisper.

She kissed him with such passion that she forgot that she needed to keep him edgy until after dinner, but she couldn't seem to get enough of him, his touch, the sound of his voice against her skin or the love that seemed to flow out of him an into her.

Four years earlier, when he pulled her off the sands of that dead planet, she never expected him to be standing near her, touching her, tasting her, making love to her every night. She was not gonna complain. But it was surprising nonetheless.

She smiled, causing him to look at her. "Whatcha thinking about princess?"

"We're missing the party. Come on."

It took him a moment to realize the context of the quote.

"Yeah, I remember that. You hiding underneath the tarp, thinking I couldn't tell you were there. Funny, the look on Johns' face. Come on boy. Like I was some fucken dog. Look where he ended up."

"Pieces all over the canyon, if I remember." She told him shuddering at the memory, but more for the memory of that night because it was the night Johns asked him to kill her and use her for bait. She remembered what it meant for her, that he still had some humanity left inside him.

"I'm gonna say it again. Don't you dare Jack. Don't you dare…" he said knowing that her emotional state was just as delicate now as it as then, now more so.

"I'm fine Riddick." She contended trying to scoot off the counter.

"No I don't think you are." He said grabbing her hips and lifting her off the countertop. "I think you're so scared that something's gonna go wrong that you can't stop thinking about it."

"Stop fucking with my head. The fact that when we get back that I have to be worrying constantly that you're gonna get your ass ghosted, or worse sent back to slam gets me worried sure, but its all those hot pilgrim chicks checking you out looking like that that gets me so fucken pissed. See," she said poking his chest maneuvering him to the couch and pushing him down, "I don't share, not now, not then, not ever. So you had better get used to that."

"I had better get used to it. Now that's funny."

"You think I can't stake a claim on you?" she asked setting herself astride his lap.

"I think you'd try." He told her having a good time messing with her. I gotta fuck with ya a little, but you know that.

"I think I already have. Marked you as mine." She said triumphantly. "Anyone, who comes near you, will smell me."

He laughed loudly. "Jack, I love you."

She just stared at him. When he stopped laughing he looked at her tenderly. "What?"

"You heard me." He crooned looking at her his hard features softened a knowing look on his face.

"When?" she asked suddenly curious.

"Long time kid. Long time." He purred looking at her and rubbing her back. "How about you?"

He stroked her naked arms rubbing his cheek against her neck like a kitten. "Honestly?"

"No, tell me a pretty lie Jack, of course, isn't that what we do with each other?" he said low and purposeful in her ear.

"The day you gave me this." She said looking down at the medallion.

"Aw Jack! Now who's getting sentimental?" He said smugly. "It's cause I look good in these clothes isn't it?"

He sat back and let her run her hands across the deep blue silk and his groan gave her just the right amount of power to allow her to get him all hot and bothered. "You know Jack, I still feel the same on the inside; I'll always be a convict."

"Not to me. I loved you with a shiv in your hand making smart-ass comments to Johns Riddick. Don't think its because you look hot in a pair of jeans."

"Aw Jack, that was so sweet. Remind me to make a card out of that one." He told her running his hands down her back and holding them on the spot where her tattoo ended.

"Keep that up and um, no, Riddick, desert…" she tried to say when his kissing her collarbone distracted her to a point when she could not form a thought.

"Jack, when we get to New Mecca I'm gonna miss all this good food." He admitted teasing her right ear lobe.

"I always knew that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Always knew you loved me for the food." She purred as his hand stroked her neck and cheek. "Also, I never would have figured you for a tender man. More of the rough and ready type."

"Jack," he said low and seductively, "I could give a shit about your cooking and you know it. And for rough and ready, all you gotta do is ask." Then his growl vibrated against her breasts and her whimper was all he needed to let him know she was ready to forgo dinner for little skin.

They heard the bell ring indicating that the chicken was done. "Come on big guy let's eat. Help me serve?"

"Sure, but Jack?" he asked carving the bird and waving the knife at her as he spoke, "I don't do the dishes. I draw the line there." He laughed slicing the thigh from the bone and placing it next to the breast he just carved. "White meat or dark?"

"You know me, I like something in between. You know what I like." She winked, looking him up and down pouring wine into the two glasses. He laughed again. "You sound happy."

"I am Jack. Never would have thought I ever get the chance to be this way, but yeah I'm happy."

"How does 'normal' feel?" she asked cutting some bread and setting out the spices.

He looked at her and felt so content that he wanted to shout. Her smile, the sound of her voice, the fact that she believed in him like no one had ever done in his life, made him feel so wonderful that even the good food she cooked for him couldn't compare. "Yeah, I'm happy."

Then a dark thought crept into his mind, one of the few times that he let it.

How long was it gonna last before it allgoes to shit?