For Sita: yes, two in one day

"Jack, we're only thinking about you." He told her as they prepped for landing.

"I know tough guy." She told him looking at the hand held. She was blowing him off and he knew it. She was pulling away again and he had to stop it.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" he asked flipping switches. His contact lenses took the special glint out of his eye. He sat in dark pants, a white linen shirt and a deep crème robe. He was the pilgrim and when she looked at him she heard the man she loved but saw a stranger.

"No, but if it gets you going, my job is done." She said sarcastically. Her hair was tied up ready to don the veil, the shadour and pretend once again.

"Take your smart ass pills this morning Jack?" He asked rubbing his face with his hand.

"Nosy much?" she snapped putting heavy eyeliner on to hide the lashed green eyes he loved. These disguises were necessary and he knew she hated returning at all.

Soon kid, and then we're free.

"Jack, we're gonna be just fine. Look at me." He ordered. She did and his face gave her the support he knew she needed. "It's okay to be scared. I wouldn't have it any other way. Fear keeps you on your toes. Just use it to make you harder."

"Okay, but for the record, this fucking sucks." She said handing him a device roughly the size of his hand.

"What's this?" he asked looking at it.

"First aid kit...Sasha, mobile and feisty. It's got all her functions and she's equipped to deliver emergency meds, like anti-sedating, anti-paralytics and pain meds. Couldn't let all that modified programming going to waste." She told him trying to smile. "Wave this over the patient and she'll give you the lowdown on what's wrong. Best I could do under the circumstances."

"Like in the movies?" he asked inspecting it. "Nice work kid. So this has AI too?"

"Yes, she's fully independent thinking. Remember when I'm flat on my back to wave it over starting at the top of my head. She's got voice recognition, ask her a question and she'll answer it. If things get fucked slap her into the consol and it'll update her main frame so she can get to work."

"You keep thinking you're gonna get hurt I'm gonna kick your ass Jack." He growled looking at her put on the black abaya and veil covering her hair.

"Riddick shut up. You need to know just in case. I can't talk if I'm unconscious."

Riddick was angry, but knew she was thinking ahead. "You need to know this shit in case I'm not around and we come in with casualties. Remember there's others beside us that are gonna get in as deep."

"Just stick with me and we'll be fine." But he knew she thinking on her feet. That's my girl.

"Ready to put down there wife?" he asked trying to get her to smile. "What's our names this week?"

"Kasim Farad, trader and transport captain of the ship, Pilgrim's Promise. My name is Shamara Farad."

"What does your name mean?" he smirked knowing she never picked something that didn't mean something.

"Ready for battle." She said looking at him and smiling.

"Prepare for landing woman." He quipped and she flipped him off.

"Promises, promises." He contended and they were back on track once again. "Hellion Prime, this is Pilgrim's Promise requesting permission to land."

A voice on the comms directed them to hanger bay L-5-9 and Riddick put the ship down just as easy as you please.

Salim and Kalifa along with ten men stood on the platform when Riddick walked off, a small, cloaked figure walking slightly behind him.

"Kasim, my friend, it has been years since you have come to us. What good fortune!" He said loudly greeting him in the time-honored tradition. "Allahu Akbar."

"Allahu Akbar. It's been a long time." Riddick said walking next to him. The hackles came up on his neck and he looked at Jack and knew she felt it too.

"We have an apartment prepared for you and your wife. It is small but will be good for your needs." He told him walking him towards their villa. Riddick could feel eyes on him and he knew that Salim was being followed.

They walked towards the home that Salim had acquired for them. Once inside they closed the door and the shades feeling more secure once the sentries were in place.

Jack removed the veil and scarf covering her face and ran to her old teacher. "It is good to see you again."

"Jack, it is good to see you." He said touching her face with a hand. "Many things have happened since you left."

Riddick felt Salim's unease and watched his face fall to one of regret and despair.

He began in Arabic, Jack translating for Riddick, her face contorting as she spoke.

"Yasmine, stayed with Imam right after we escaped donning my veil and pretending to be me. Imam went to services with her, pretending to be me, and held them off for weeks but when the men came to claim me, the veil was removed and she was beaten and taken. They killed Imam."

She began to cry. "NO! Not Baba. What happened to Yasmine?"

Salim began to speak again and her cries got worse. She looked at Riddick her heart ripping apart in her chest. "She was taken in my place. He raped and mutilated her and left her body in the street as a message to others."

Jack broke down into racking sobs and ran from the room. Riddick looked at Salim and followed her.

In Arabic, Salim spoke quietly to the men as Riddick walked passed them. He watched as they looked away and he wondered what he had told them but his first thoughts were to comfort her. She had lost two people that she held dear and the only one she had left was him.

He returned later quiet and solitary. "How is she?"

Riddick sat in a large leather chair and removed his robe. He felt like a fool and didn't want to keep up the pretense if he was in private. "Sleeping. She's pretty upset and I gave her something to make her rest. She's been burning it at both ends since we left and she's ready to drop."

"I have spent my life seeking peace and justice for my people. This is one time I will not abide by the murder of my daughter and Imam." He stood next to Riddick feeling a rage he had been suppressing for weeks.

"We're gonna take care of holy man. He won't be going to his god unavenged. You can take care of Yasmine. She was a nice kid, and I would do the same in your place. What did you say to your men earlier?"

"I warned them." He said plainly.

"About me?" he said feeling oddly satisfied that he still had that presence, the ability to scare the shit out of people.

"About Jack. I told them that she was your woman and they would die if any of them touched her. I am right aren't I?"

Salim looked at him like a father, and that made Riddick laugh, a deep hearty laugh. "Yes."

"Is she happy?" he asked pouring him some water. "Here, a drink among friends who care for the same woman."

"I think so." He answered lifting the glass to his lips.

"Good, she has had deep love for you for as long as I have known her, thank you for loving her back." He said walking out of the villa and into the night.

Three days passed and every night Jack clung to Riddick like she did when they had escaped T2. Nightmares plagued her and more once did she shake with fury mixed with terror in his arms.

She would wake begging him to take her, sink deep into her to prove that she was alive, and he did so, whispering that he loved her over and over.

Whenever anyone other than Salim and Kalifa would come to see them, Jack would be fully veiled, a shadour, a full-length abaya covering even her face in place. Her heart stopped for a moment when she saw a veiled figure in the doorway and smiled when she saw it was Farah, Kalifa's wife.

She ran to her and smiled relieved to not feel so alone. She was grieving for Yasmine and Imam and to find someone who she had a relationship was good.

But Riddick didn't feel so at ease. They had spent the afternoon alone and he came to her shortly before her guest arrived.

"Hey, gonna do some recon. We're going in two days. Rest Jack. I love you." He told her pulling her into his arms. "More than anyone in my life."

She looked up at him her eyes full of unshed tears, "Riddick, you're gonna make me cry again you know."

"Didn't mean to. Just stating facts." He told her kissing her cheeks and wiping away the tears. "Do something for me?"

"What?" she asked rubbing her cheek against his hand.

"When this is all over and we're free, stay with me, you know, like with the kids, the garden, the cooking the meals kind of thing." He said suddenly nervous. She could feel his tension in his muscles and she looked at him quizzically.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" she said in almost a whisper. Never in a million years did she thought she'd hear that from his lips.

"Sounds like it doesn't it? Yeah Jack, I am." He replied looking down at her, his silvery orbs letting her see him in the most natural of lights.

She was silent for a moment. "I'm a murderer, and a convict Jack, but I love you and wouldn't want to live my life free without you."

Her eyes stared into him and she looked up at him her heart full and happy. "When this is over Riddick, you got yourself a wife."

As his lips touched hers in a gentle dance of tongues and feather light kisses, Richard B. Riddick was his most happy because his Jack loved him and their torment was almost over.