"I don't guess it will hurt if you stay here for the night. But I must warn you, I have only the one bedroom, and the other bed in the room is broken. So, either you get to sleep on the couch in the living room, or on the floor in the bedroom."

"It seems a bit early for you to be worrying about sleeping arrangements. And what makes you think that I had planned to stay here with you?"

"Well, YOU did hop in the back of MY car. YOU did 'ask' ME to hide you." I started walking to the back room just to get away from him. "And by the way, YOU are the one running from a GIRL!"

If I hadn't been a Telepath, then I never would have known this, but at that moment, I could almost feel every blade he shot at me with his eyes for that last remark before I shut the door. I got into the middle of the room, past the first bed in the room and was about to lay down on my bed, when Riddick burst through the door, not like it was being barricaded or anything, and nearly knocked me off of my feet and onto the floor, had it not been for Riddick's quick arms. He was atleast careful enough to guard his thoughts and feelings, but once he had me up against his chest with his arms around my waist, I could really feel what he was feeling. His very sudden arousal, shocked not only me, but him as well.

I pulled out of his arms and regained my own footing while he stood there trying to remember the reason he had followed me in there in the first place.

"Did you have something to add to the discussion from earlier?" I said to him trying to play it as coolly as possible.

"Yeah! Where do you get off saying that I am running from a girl?"

"I got off because you came to me for help, and now, you are really getting on my fucking nerves. So now, I am going to lay down so I can get rid of this blinding headache that you caused me."

I pushed him out of the room and laid down on the bed, just trying to get rid of the headache.

I had been out for hours, I knew because it was nearing noon when I went down and bright as hell, and now it was dark, except for the stars and the bright moon, outside. I looked all through the house trying to find Riddick, but ultimately found him standing outside in the moonlight.

"So," I said coming out of the house into the chilly air, "is this how you planned to hide from the Necros and that female warrior, or just the mean girl inside the house?"

He came back to reality long enough to see me shivering a little, and instinctively, put his arm around my shoulders to keep me from freezing to death. "No. It's a clear night, there's no one around, and it's dark enough that if I had to, I could hide in the shadows. Plus, I needed to get some fresh air to clear my head. Aren't you afraid that you'll be found by a Necro, or are you only afraid of other people's thoughts and feelings?"

"No!" I pulled away from his warm body, "I don't fear that they will find me, I know whether or not if they are coming. And if you are going to mock me, than you can just leave, that way, I don't have to worry about what happens to you. I won't lose another one."

"What do you mean, you won't lose another one?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does." He grabbed me by the shoulders, "What won't you lose?"

I jerked out of his grip, "Someone I am protecting. We were supposed to protect eachother, and now he is dead."

"Who were you protecting?"

"My only, ONLY, friend. We got separated during the siege, and he was killed by a warrior. I had only just found him when it happened, and I didn't have a chance to save him."

I could sense it on him, he wanted to find a way to comfort me, but the last time he tried that, he had nearly caused me to vomit, so this time he went against his instincts. "What was his name?"

"I really don't feel like talking about this right now. I'm going back inside to get out of this cold air. Don't stay out here too long or the neighbors might see you and who knows what will happen then."

"Don't worry. If I see anybody, I can always hide in the shadows until they pass."

"That is if they don't bring their lensers with them."

"What!"

"Lensers! You know, those things with the giant goggles on their faces. Lensers."

"How did you know what they were called?"

"I didn't, I mean, I don't. That is just what I called it. I almost died because of one of those things, and I was completely engulfed in shadows."

"Oh! I see. Well, I think that I will stay out here for a little while longer. You don't have to worry about me, I promise not to die tonight."

"Yes, because we wouldn't want that to happen." I said as I headed back inside the house. Atleast not until I find just the right torture to perform on you to make you suffer as much as I have already.

I don't know when or why it happened, but I woke up in the middle of the night to find Riddick laying in the bed next to me. I don't mean that he was in the room on the other bed, but he was in my bed, under my covers, laying next to me.

"Wake up Riddick!" He groggily woke up and looked at me with those silver eyes. "I said nothing about you getting to share my bed with me. Either you sleep on the couch in the living room, or you sleep on the floor." And as I pointed to the floor, I pushed him off of the bed. "I don't need nor want you up here with me. The last thing I need is to have to experience your dreams as well."

He got up off of the floor, but I had no idea what he had planned to do to me. I would have tapped into his mind, but it had been so long since I actually tried to do that, that I didn't know what I would get, or what I would end up doing to him in the process. I did, however, change my eyes to the night vision mode so I could see what Riddick was doing while he wasn't making any type of noise. He was standing very calmly for a man who had just been woken up and shoved off of a bed by a girl half his size, but he had an expression that I didn't recognize nor trust.

He reached over and grabbed my arm before I had a chance to pull out of his range of motion. I could feel everything. He was pissed off at what I had done and trying to think of a truly diabolical thing to do to me to get back at me for pushing him off of the bed. First, he was going to jump back on the bed, pin me down under him, and start satisfying himself, but he quickly dismissed that idea. He didn't want me to be too afraid of him from now on, just afraid enough so I wouldn't pull anymore stunts like that one. Then, he was going to just get back in the bed and wrap his arms around my waist so I couldn't get away from him and make me experience his dreams as well, but he thought that might have been just a tad bit too diabolical for this situation, so he allowed that idea to flow right out of his mind. Finally, he thought of the perfect torture for me… He hopped back onto the bed, pinned me under him, and commenced to tickling the crap out of me. Truly diabolical.

"Riddick! Quit! Stop, please?" I said through giggles and his nonstop tickling.

"If I agree to stop, then you have to agree to allow me to stay on the bed with you. I will not sleep in the living room, I can't hide as well as if I were in here with you, and I will not be made to sleep on the floor like a dog. I would sleep on the other bed, but you already told me that it was broken, and I don't want to wake up in a hole in the bed. So this is the only place where I can sleep."

"Fine!" he stopped for the moment, "But no funny business or I have your permission to push you off of the bed, deal?"

"Deal."

From then on, nights were far less confrontational. We each slept on our own sides of the bed, but occasionally I would wake up in the middle of the night and either find one of his arms draped across my waist, him nuzzling me in the back of my neck, one of my hands laying on his chest, or once, I had actually rolled over onto his chest completely and had fallen asleep right there. When I woke up that time, I was so comfortable that I didn't want to move off of him, but I didn't want to be a hypocrite so I moved off of him with my entire body crying out for me to stop right then and there. For a man who is muscle bound, he sure is soft to sleep on.

A good couple of weeks had gone by and we were beginning to get close. During the day he would follow me around, to "protect" me just in case the Necros might be wherever I was going, even though there never was any of them anywhere around. Like I would go anywhere I knew they would be at. Sure that would be smart, go to a crowded place where just about every Necromonger on the planet is so they can call out my name and blow my cover, real smart. But it was still very sweet that he thought that I actually needed protection.

Also, during the day when we were out and about, he would ask me questions about myself that I would either answer or ignore until he had bugged me thoroughly enough to make me either answer or snap at him to get him to quit asking that question. He would ask me stuff like, "What was his name? How close were you two? Did you love him? Did he love you?" The only question that I never answered was the name question, I always just told him that it was still too painful to speak his name. But I did tell him the truth, or there abouts as far as the other questions went. I told him, "Yes, we were close. He was the only friend I had at the time, and he never judged me when it came to my gifts. I did love him, but I never told him. I was never sure how to tell him, and I didn't think that he would have understood. I didn't know if he ever returned my love, he had never said anything either, but I was always the one he wanted around when he had to fight. He used to tell me I was his lucky charm."

When he saw just how much that it hurt for me to talk to him about my friend, he let it go, and tried to get me to focus on him more. I could tell that he only wanted me to be happy, so when he tried to refocus my thoughts, I would just allow him to do it.It even became more fun to think about Riddick than Irgun, but only ever a little.

Things were going great between us, I even almost considered him a friend. Once or twice during the day, whenever he could catch me off guard enough, he would grab me around the waist, pull me close to him, look me deep in the eyes, and kiss me until I would pull away. And everytime he did that, it got harder and harder to pull away from him, and the kisses got deeper and more passionate. And at night, if he should put his arm around me, or I roll over to his chest, which I started doing more, I wouldn't automatically try to move away, unless he had just pissed me off. That man does have a way about him. It's a slow, steady, persistent fight that you don't even realize you are fighting until it's too late and you have already lost.

Things were going great, until the dreams started. Each one was worse than the next, but the first one scared the shit out of me when I woke after.

I've seen this type of thing before. We land on a new planet and a siege occurs. Many people die, and the rest either become one of the legion vast of converted souls, or when they finally emerge from hiding, they die along with their planet.

The only difference in this siege and all the others is, I'm not one of the Necromonger Warriors. I have to view the entire thing from the point of view of someone who was on the planet at the time of the siege.

I start looking around for someone, but it's not me who's actually looking, I'm just along for the ride. This girl is scared, probably from the ships and warriors landing on her planet, and she seems to be unable to find the person, or people, she is looking for.

You would think that if my consciousness is inhabiting her mind, then I would know what she is saying, but alas, I can't seem to make out what is going on. It could have been because either one of us had been too confused to now what was going on, or just that I hadn't quite gotten on the correct "frequency" when I "tuned" into this dream. Whatever reason it was, by about the middle of the siege, the dream came into complete focus. I could hear, see, and feel everything this girl could.

She had semi-long, curly hair, a tightly toned body, and strong arms. She managed to find one of the people she had been looking for. He was as tall as her, dark skinned, and wearing what looked like ceremonial robes with a tooth on a necklace. When she found him, she called him Imam. That sounds familiar. IMAM! Than this must be Jack, and she is also looking for Riddick. Fuck! Now I have to witness their deaths from a first hand bases.

She went through most of the siege fighting her way through hoards of Necromongers, trying to find Riddick, keep Imam and his family safe as they made their way to the safe house, and keep herself alive in the process.

Towards the end of the dream she was captured, but not killed when she was found leaving one of the passageways to the safe house that she got Lajjun and Ziza to after Imam distracted the warriors from their presence. They wanted her to be apart of the ones converted, but they would kill her if need be.

She had seen Irgun go after Imam, but had been mortified to see him return without a scratch on him, only more blood on his suit. When he returned, she only fought harder to get free of her captures. She never even saw when Riddick found her, she was too busy mouthing off at Irgun to notice that Riddick had been within earshot.

But now there had been a twist to the dream; I was now the girl in all entirety, even my body. I was looking up at Irgun, but he was looking down at Jack, or so I thought, and he wanted her dead. He leaned down close to my ear and whispered for only me to hear, "I never would have had to put you through this, if you had just killedthat fuckerthe moment, or atleast the night, you found him. Now I will make you relive his worst fears and nightmares until the day you kill him or you have him killed. Every night you spend laying in his arms will only worsen the dreams you will experience for that night."

With that, he stood back up, raised his hammer ax, and allowed it to fall and kill her.

I woke up that night screaming, with Riddick over top of me trying to wake me up. I sat bolt up right before I had a chance to find out that Riddick had been right there in my "flight path", but luckily I didn't hit him, but I did come up directly into his arms and I clung to him as tightly as I could. The tighter I held onto him, the tighter he held onto me. He could feel my entire body shaking from fear and panic.

He tried everything that he could think of to get me to calm down while he was holding me up in his arms, but nothing worked. He stroked my hair, said soothing things, and when he tried to change his position, I only held on tighter. Finally, he got the idea to try to lay down with me still clinging to him for dear life. He lowered me back down on the bed so that he was on top of me, then he turned over, taking me along with him, so that I was laying on top of his chest. After a few minutes, I had calmed completely down, and was fast asleep, breathing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

A/N: I do realize that I used a part of a story that has already been written, Survival Instincts, but I thought that it was just too funny, and I needed a torture that didn't really seem like a torture unless you are one of those people who are extremely ticklish. Plus, I couldn't have him thinking about killing her, she's saving his life right now.