Revelation

Rated: R for violence, language, and adult situations

I do not own Riddick or Jack. They are the rights of their respective owners.

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Jack stared at Riddick's door for a full minute before she registered it had been slammed in her face. She didn't even want the creds now.

"That went worse then I could have imagined" Jack thought before leaving the apartment to meet Ram. Her feelings were mixed on if she should even go and meet Ram for their date, but the stubborn part of her went just to spite the man who so easily brought her to tears.

From inside Riddick watched her walk towards town. He fought the urge to follow her, to see for himself who this man named Ram was.

"What the fuck kind of name is Ram anyway?" His voice echoed through the apartment.

Riddick slammed his eyes shut faking himself into sleep, and before he even realized it he was out.

A man with no distinct features running for his life, cornered in an alley, begging, pleading. A flash of silver, a shiv, blood.

Riddick woke up with a start.

"I should kill the fuck." Riddick growled punching the pillow behind his head. The dream he had was still buzzing around his head and he realized it had been quite awhile since he killed personally. He could honestly say he missed it.

"Your being petty." The little voice inside his head laughed at him.

"Yeah well just this once I'll indulge in normal human emotions. Which above all include pettiness, jealousy and retaliation." Riddick answered it before falling once again to sleep.

Jack stepped into the small café her and Ram always met at. Not seeing him anywhere she took a seat in the back and ordered some green tea. Swirling the tea bag around her mug she thought about what she should do about Riddick.

"Maybe I should just see what happens, maybe he'll come to his senses." More than not she knew though that Riddick was hardly ever sensible.

"I guess I'll just have to sit down and ask him what the big deal is." She decided.

Hearing the door chime she looked up to see Ram walk in. He smiled at her as he walked over to the table.

"Why the long face babe?" He asked his voice a nicely made baritone. She noticed it was a lot higher than Riddick's and much more smoother. Riddick's voice always gave her goose bumps with its gravely tone and angry edge.

"Oh nothing just lost in thought I guess" She answered back before reaching over and planting a quick kiss on his lips.

She watched Ram as he ordered his drink and picked out all the reasons she was attracted to him. The strong jaw line, the curly brown hair that was neither to short or to long. The long fingers that were meant to play the piano. She knew he could never be a macho man, he was built thin. He was more of a philosopher, a writer if you will.

"Are you okay?"

Jack started lost in her own little world.

"I'm fine" She laughed "Just admiring your good looks."

"Yes well, I do happen to look nice today don't I." He spoke, winking at her behind his coffee mug. "Want to go back to my place and watch television?"

Jack knew he was going to ask this. He'd been asking the same question for a week now. She knew what it meant and it had nothing to do with watching T.V.

"Just go for it." The voice in her head said.

"I think that's exactly what I'm in the mood for." Jack smiled resting her hand on his.