Author's Note: I'd like to thank everyone who gave me ideas for this chapter, esp. Kayla. Any more ideas please let me know! Thanks again…

Marie's POV:

Ah the line was long! It must of wrapped around the building at least two times. Unbelievable. Damn I didn't the planet was that bad, sure it had its gray areas but which didn't?

Not in the mood to wait, I practically pushed myself right up front. Course there were a few who protested but after I unhooked my jacket my many goodies, lets just say persuaded them.

As I stared at the many destinations on where we should go another thought popped into my head. Would Jack want to go with me? Or would her feelings stop her from moving on with her life? Those questions plagued me the most as I waited until an available booth was open.

It has been a couple of rough years since I first found her. And even then I knew she was special, the look in her eyes, the bravado she put up. I could see right through her little act but if you looked at her now all you would find is pure confidence. Jack has come over so many hurdles since our first meeting it be a shame to let everything fall now. The thing that impressed me most about her was she never gave up. Even if the odds were totally against her the little twit wouldn't back down. There was something inside of her that few possess and many crave. Jack had a lot of fight in her, but I think her greatest weakness was herself. If to many things were going on or her emotions took a hold of her like they were now, she would stop herself from becoming who she worked her whole life to be…

"Miss, excuse me Miss? You're holding up the line…" A high pitched voice ripped me from my thoughts.

"Sorry." I muttered and walked up to the little window.

"Destination?" The woman who looked like she walked right out of her grave asked in a blah tone.

"Ah…" I reviewed my choices carefully, " I need two to Ladega." A small planet that had a booming city and a chance to pick up some work.

"Here you are. Next!" The woman shouted form her little booth but I didn't care I had the tickets. Now all I did was hope that Jack would go with me.

No One's POV:

Jack was tired and upset, neither of them mixed well with the other. Unlocking and opening the apartment door was a snitch, could of done it with her eyes closed, which they almost were. The thing she did forget was to lock it. Making it all to easy for her follower to slip in undetected. Removing her coat and boots she headed straight for the bedroom wanting to forget everything that happened in the last 24 hours.

Riddick watched all this from the living room. A smile threatened to show itself but he didn't notice. He watched silently as she went through her routine, eyes shut, and not so graceful movements. When he saw her finally get into bed is when he moved. Getting up from his crouched position behind the door his goggles were slid down to view the place. It was a nice size, a little to out in the open for him but alright nonetheless. A Vid and furniture helped dress up the room to make it cozy almost while the few picture that hung on the walls made it look like someone actually lived there. As he was patrolling around he spotted a couple pictures sitting on a table to the far right. Picking one up he examined it. Jack took up the whole picture with her beaming smile and pretty face. She was holding up one of them exotic drinks with a little umbrella that accompany it. There were a couple more sitting there but only one with two people in it. A woman was with Jack, both had a shit eating grin on their face, they were holding up wads of money in their hands. That explains it. Riddick sniffed the air and picked up another scent that mingled with Jack.

He was happy for the kid, looked like she turned out alright. Though he wondered what she was into, the moves she pulled on him the other night were far to advanced for someone of her age. Let alone the little gadget she pulled out and stuck him with. She definitely was a spitfire but he wondered if the woman in the picture had anything to do with it.

Finishing his tour through the place, well he was almost done. He hadn't taken a tour of the bedroom yet and that's where he was headed when the door swung open.

"Don't take another step…" She growled, "Riddick." He turned around with his mask of stone in place. A red beam was aimed at his head and the woman holding the glossy weapon didn't look to pleased.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Where's Jack?" Marie was not in the mood for games and felt she came home at the right time.

"You look better in person." Riddick grumbled before sitting down on one of the overstuffed lounge chairs.

"Don't screw with me where is she?" Her finger itched to pull the trigger, but not because he wouldn't answer her but because he made Jack upset. No one does that, ever. He simply nodded towards the room where Jack was currently. Only after a few seconds of quiet could Marie hear the light snoring.

"Your lucky but you haven't answered my first question." Marie was getting pissed how he sat there so calmly watching her through them damn goggle of his.

"Goddamn it answer me or I'll shoot you right here, right now. No one would miss your sorry ass!" She spat not ready for the consequence. He sprung knocking the gun from her hands, it hit the floor causing it to go off. Riddick had both her hands in his and her body slammed up against the wall.

"I'll only tell you this once." He paused tightening his hold, "Don't ever threaten me." Marie prepared to fight back stopped when she saw Jack standing in the door way, Riddick let go.

"What's going on? Why's he here?" Jack asked Marie like Riddick wasn't even in the room.

"Forgot to lock the door." Riddick's deep voice answered.

"Jack go back to bed." Marie tried to tell her but Jack wasn't having it.

"No!" There was a smirk on Riddick's lips as he approached her, his crystal eyes making their way up her briefly exposed body. Riddick didn't like being caught so he had to cover his tracks, there was only one way to do it. Hurt Jack. He walked around her staying real close, he stopped near her ear.

"You've sure grown Jack, in all the right places. But tell me something…" He pressed his body fully against hers, he could smell how much she liked it.

"The picture with all that money, a curvy tempting body, drugs you inject…into your clients maybe? Waiting in clubs for hours on end… what to cold on the corner? Come on Jackie, am I getting warm?" He whispered while making sure his knee was right between her sweet spot. Jack couldn't hear the curses from or her trying to pull him off her. She was to livid for that.

"Fuck you!" She shouted before bending down and snatching the gun that was at her feet. But he was already to the door.

"Nice seeing ya again Jack." His words seemed sincere but it didn't matter she pulled the trigger. It took all of two minutes to empty the gun, he fell to the ground and she slid down the wall.

Although she wasn't upset that she just shot Riddick, no that didn't register yet. The thing that kept running through he mind was he thought she was a whore. He thought that she turned out to be a whore!? She loved him, trusted him, how could he? After everything…

"Jack! Jack! Talk to me, come on Jack we have to get out of here now!" Marie pulled Jack up by her arms, though she seemed to be in her own little world. She ran to the door, dragging Jack behind her, only to find a puddle of blood but no Riddick. Blood followed down the hall and steps. Shit it was definitely time to go, Riddick was gone!

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