Chapter Five: Nothing Makes Sense…

He carefully cleaned the wound with the best rubbing alcohol you could find and stopped to see if there was any indication that she was uncomfortable, and to his surprise, she just calmly watched him without so much as a flinch.

Jack was starting to grow on him again by the simple fact that her eyes were still the same beautiful shade of ocean blue that had always danced in his memories.

Ignoring his hushed urges to do more then mend her wound, he pulled out a sewing kit he had bought especially for such occasions and placed it before him so she could see what he was about to do.

"Alright.." He sighed while rubbing a large hand against his forehead. "This is the fun part. I'm going to take this and slide it through your flesh and pull it back into place."

Understanding poured from her intense gaze as she nodded in response, "I've had it done many times Riddick. I just never got to watch."

His mouth clenched slightly at the thought of them slicing her open and putting her back together like she was some kind of frog dissected for their own amusement. What she must have gone through, the things they must hade done to her.. He didn't want to think about. All he could think about was keeping her safe and that was exactly what he was going to do, at all costs.

"Grit your teeth kid, because this is going to seriously sting."

Before she could utter a reply he popped the sharp end of the needle in the torn skin and began to pull it through. Not a word passed her lips as he worked the ripped flesh like he was an artist painting the perfect portrait. He wanted to make the scar as little as possible so he was going to make damned sure he took his time. No matter how badly it hurt her.

Over ten minutes of careful stitching he was finally finished. All the while wondering why she was so quiet. 'Jack has either nerves of steel of has passed out.'

"You still there?" He asked in a soft purr and gently touched her chin. Riddick couldn't help the small smirk on his face when he saw her sleeping soundly, unaware that he had completely patched her up. "Don't blame you Jack. After the shit you've been through, I'd be sleeping too."

Putting the sewing kit aside he stood up and gently wrapped her in his arms, careful not to wake her. It was easy to hold her close as he made his way through the ship and brought her to his large sleeping quarters. It looked more like a master sweet then a normal sleep deck onboard ship.

The walls were coated in metallic black paint that shimmered against the soft glowing light fading into the room from the hallway. A small desk and chair sat at the left hand corner as a large dresser sat at the opposite side.

A door just ten steps from the entrance led into a large bathroom equipped with an old fashioned bathtub and a spacious shower with two heads on either side of the closed stall. Just because Riddick lived on a ship did not mean he couldn't live it up a bit. So he made it his home, like a space traveling RV…

Making his way to the enormous bed he gently placed her sleeping form down and stopped. What kind of horrors she must have locked in that pretty head, he could only imagine. Riddick kneeled down so he could look directly at her face and ran a large hand tenderly against her cheek. Still so young, so soft, as if she hadn't changed much over the years.. But she had.

Her thin physique had changed dramatically. No longer small and fragile but well built with layers upon layers of trimmed muscle. Her entire form had thickened, it looked as though even her frame and bone structure had grown.

Her hips and thighs were larger, her stomach had an impressive six pack while her back and upper body rippled with power. Her arms and legs were well defined as well, making her look more ferocious then ever before. The more Riddick thought about it, the more he came to realize that Jack was now a female version of himself.

'Let's just hope she's not Exactly like me.' Riddick thought with a soft chuckle and smoothed some wild strands of hair from her face.

She looked so peaceful and yet something troubled him. He couldn't really put his finger on it, but there was definitely something very off about her. It was as though he was looking at a stranger, a fading image of the young woman he had known so many years ago.

To Riddick, Jack had always been much like a kid sister. Even though he hadn't spent much time with her, he could read her like an open book. She had always mimicked him, always tried to impress him with her knowledge of things. Riddick found it amusing at the time.

Yet why such a beautiful young thing would want to be like a ruthless killer..? He'd never understand.

There was so much he didn't know about her, so many things she kept hidden in that beautiful head that it started to plague him. His curiosity was starting to get the better of him again as he watched her sleeping soundly on his large bed.

"Don't go.." She suddenly murmured, catching his attention and bringing him back to the present.

Riddick stood silently and sat next to her on the mattress, gently draping his massive arm over her and thought, 'She must be having one of those dreams again..'

Jack turned and curled up against him. The warmth of his body must have triggered something as her eyes shot open and stared at him. She didn't speak, she just gazed up at the mystery that had swept over her dreams. Why he was just sitting there watching her, she didn't care. Nor did she question it.

This was Riddick, as unpredictable as a wild storm. He was a force unlike anything the universe had ever witnessed. Untamed, cunning and completely unrestrained. To know him was to know the song of the wind. It was ever changing, never staying in one place too long and yet, it would always return. It could be gentle and playful one moment, then violent and dangerous the next.

Yes, Riddick was like the wind.. An invisible force that once you're experienced.. You'd never be the same.

Riddick slowly pulled his arm back to rest on his thigh as he sat silently next to her, locking his gaze with the intensity of her eyes. She seemed to be reading him, every line of his face to the silver pulse of his luminescent gaze.

"How's it feel?" He asked finally while his eyes danced from her arm back to her face.

"Fine." Jack replied in a soft voice, never breaking eye contact.

Riddick stood quickly and put his hands on his hips, "Well, I'm pretty sure you don't feel like walking around dressed in rags, so when you're ready the top drawer of the dresser has clothes for you." He motioned toward the bathroom, "The bathroom is through that door, you can take a shower or bath when you want."

Having said that he made his way to the hallway and stopped, turning his head toward her, "When you're hungry I'll be in the mess hall. It won't be hard to find."

Nodding her head slightly she watched as his silhouette disappeared into the hallway. She listened as his soft footsteps danced down the hall and into a large room. 'Must be the dining area.' She thought to herself and sat up, throwing her legs over the bed.

Every muscle ached as she stood up, sending a low groan to pass her clenched teeth while a stabbing pain whipped at her side… Where her ovaries would be…

"Oh fucking fantastic." She expressed with annoyance and padded to the bathroom. Not really caring that the door to the room and bathroom were wide open she stripped naked and found her way into the shower.

Finding everything she needed she flipped on the warm water and stepped under the soothing waves of the shower heads. A waterfall of warmth drenched her tired flesh as she leaned her forearms against the wall. Jack closed her eyes as the water sprayed over her form from head to toe, leaving nothing untouched.

A deep sigh escaped her lips as her muscles finally began to relax, "Damn this feels good." She chimed to herself and began to scrub her body with sweet smelling soap.

Not caring how long it took she finally rinsed off and stepped out, leaving a small pool of water on the bathroom floor as she wrapped herself in a large towel and padded back into the bedroom.

The room was at about fifteen percent visibility which in the past would have been sheer darkness to her eyes. But after everything Doctor Dip Shit had done to her, the thought of calling the lights up was ridiculous while she casually stepped toward the dresser and pulled out a black tank and black pants.

Another small stab of pain twisted in her womb, "Shit." She cursed into the darkness, grabbed the clothes and proceeded quickly into the steamy bathroom. "Let's hope that Riddick has something…" Jack thought aloud as she started to open cabinets. After a minute of finding nothing she came to a small box labeled, Feminine Needs.

The words nearly made her roar with laughter as she placed the box on the counter and peered into the mirror. The mere thought of Riddick actually having "Stuff" for her time of the month was hilarious! She could just imagine the persons face when Big Ass Riddick was buying it… Priceless..

Meanwhile Riddick became impatient and decided that after an hour and a half it was time to go see if she was dressed. Making his way quietly toward his room he noticed the door was still wide open and slipped inside. He took a quick glance of the room and didn't find Jack.

That's when he noticed the scent.. It was thick, rich, and coppery. Unable to resist his beast perked its head up and growled.

Furrowing his brow he snuck toward the savory scent that brought him to the bathroom and only felt himself stop in his tracks.

Jack was dressed in all black, her hair pulled back in a long braid that fell to her hips. She was standing in front of the mirror looking at her reflection curiously and smiled, "Sorry it took me so long. I had to take care of something."

Her voice was like a velvet caress against his sensitive ears as she to turned to face him in the darkness, "Smell something interesting?" She chimed rather deviously and walked up to him. "The scent of thick warm blood and hormones perhaps?"

Riddick just narrowed his quick silver gaze and raised a brow, "What's your point?" He growled in a husky voice too low to be pleasant.

"Yes Riddick if you must know, I'm in heat. Just do me a favor and don't push my buttons." Jack retorted with a wink and walked passed him. The smile on her face indicated that this was going to be an interesting flight. While secretly knowing that his beast would be writhing at the chance to her at her while she was on her period.

Riddick watched her for a moment, the sway of her hips playing a dangerous game in his mind. Shrugging it off he joined her and led her to the mess hall where they could finally sit down and catch up...