(Disclaimer: I own none of the Pitch Black or the COR characters. I wouldn't mind owning Riddick though.) Sorry to do this to you but I'm goin from first person to narrative so this isn't in Jack's POV anymore. If ya don't like tell the judge.
"I didn't." He replied turning his gaze to Jack.
"That's all I wanted to know." Jack sat uncomfortable knowing Riddick was the only one to make it out alive out of 500 men. "Riddick…" Jack said out of the blue. "I have a confession to make." Jack broke down and started crying, she curled up, putting her knees to her chest. "The mercs aren't after me just for that reason. Before I hitched that ride on the Hunter Gratzner I killed a man, a few men. It was an accident." Jack revealed, trying not to look at the man next to her. She scooted off the seat and onto the floor, crawling to the back of the skiff and settling in one of the corners still crying. Riddick walked over to her and squatted down in front of her. "The first guy was drunk and I don't know what he was doing but he came after me. He had a gun in a holster on his side, when he came for me I pulled it out and pointed it at him; he came at me again and I shot him. The other four men came when they heard the shot. They saw the man on the ground and then they stalked towards me. I shot them one-by-one, I was too scared to do anything else. It's haunted me since." Jack wrapped her arms around her knees at her chest. "You're the only one that knows." She tightened the grasp around her knees and cried harder.
"It's ok." Riddick assured her getting a little closer, and enclosed his masculint body around her tiny frail one. She let go of her knees and grabbed him by the waist pulling him next to her.
"Protect me?" Jack asked as she sat next to him with her head in his lap; face facing his.
"I will."
"I know you would have left me there; but you didn't. You came back for me." She laid a hand on his un-shaven cheek. "You're mine forever." He leaned down to kiss her, their lips inter-locked; the kiss grew more intense as the tension between them grew. "Don't leave me." Jack said breaking the kiss. "It would kill me. I would become an empty shell." The kiss returned to where it was paused. Her hands moved from his cheeks to the back of his bald head. She slipped off his goggles with him not caring. He had the one thing that mattered in his shit-hole of a life in his arms, which he would never let go. The kiss grew into more then a kiss. Running her hands down his back to the edge of his black wife-beater, she pulled it up over his head; as he pulled off her t-shirt. She unbuckled his belt and un-buttoned his pants; he slide his hand down her sides to her waist un-zipping her pants. They stopped as he pulled off his boats and she pulled off hers. The kiss was again reinstated. She pulled a blanket off one of the seats close by, pulling it over them both; their bodies intertwined.
1 hour later
Jack lay on her right side with Riddick's masculint arms around her. He lay sleeping, his breath hitting the back of her neck. She never wanted this moment to end. She didn't want him to know her ugly past. She had skeletons in her closet she didn't want known. Jack loved Riddick but didn't want to hurt him. She knew who and what she was, she didn't think Riddick would understand.
What am I supposed to do? Do I show him my skeletons or do I keep them locked away. Riddick started stirring and growling in his sleep. Jack didn't want to wake him, she new how much sleep he got every night. She knew he had peace when they were together 'physically.' She knew he found peace because she gave it to him. She turned over still under the protection of his naked arms; she slid her right arm over his side and wrapped it as far as she could around him before her hand hit the floor. Jack felt the warmth of his body to hers. She slid her arm back towards her, and rubbed Riddick's stomach savoring this moment. The sweat on his chest put there by her.
She liked the way she put a smile on his face, how his eyes glowed with something she had never seen from him before. For her time just stopped. She laid her right hand on Riddick's cheek and smiled. Her thumb moved back and forth across the ruff terrain of his cheek. Riddick's eyes opened seeing Jack facing him with a big smile on her face.
"I've never been so happy." She kissed his forehead as a tear ran down her face. Not two or three, only one. She quickly wiped it away before he could see it. Riddick turned over so he was lying on his back and looking at the ceiling.
"You tired me out, I'm exhausted." He put his hands under his head; Jack laid her head on his right arm as it set under his head.
"Destination reached." Stated the computer.
"Have you seen my pants?" Jack asked Riddick looking around. "Oh here." She said grabbing them off one of the extra seats. She threw Riddick's pants to him; he pulled them on under the covers and stood up glistening in what little light there was. He looked weak to her, like he was sick.
He doesn't look too good. she thought. Wait… he looks good, but sick. her lip gave a small piece of concern. Beads of sweat just rolled off his body.
"Riddick… are you ok?"
"Fine." He grunted. He slowly walked to his seat and sat down. Jack laid a hand on Riddick's chest. She jerked it away, his skin burnt hers.
"You're not fine. You're burning up." She looked in a few bags they brought, not much food but plenty of water. She grabbed a bottle of water and stood towering over Riddick. She un-screwed the lid and poured it over his chest, then over his head. The water turned into steam after a few seconds of coming in contact with Riddick's skin.
This can't happen. I didn't know doing that could make him sick. She thought with a lot of concern. She looked at Riddick getting weaker every second.
"I'm sorry." She fell in her seat. She gazed at the floor. "It's my fault your sick."
I knew that at times it would be hard to control, but I didn't know I could make a person sick. She thought. I've killed Richard B. Riddick, known murderer and killer; the con that could escape anything.
"I love you Riddick. I'm sorry." She said still staring at the floor.
AN: Will Riddick die or will Jack save him? To find out stay tuned for chp. 6. Hope you liked. Plz R&R:)
