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Hey, this is an idea i've had for a while, and hopefully i'll turn out well. This first chapter is mostly what's been going on since the end of PB, but things will be getting more interesting soon, i promise. Hope you enjoy


THE PAST CAN BE A BITCH

Jack woke up to something beneath her head moving. She opened her eyes to tiny slits and tried to move back some, but something strong and warm tightened around her and stopped her. 'That would be Riddick...' She thought to herself as the fogginess of sleep began to slip away.

"Goin' somewhere?" His deep gravely voice floated to her through the darkness.

"Wasn't planning on it," she mumbled, wishing she hadn't woken up because now she wasn't sure if she could get back so sleep.

That drew a small chuckle from him and she settled her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She didn't remember falling asleep like this, but Riddick had probably just thrown an arm around her and then she's automatically moved closer.

They pretty much always shared a bed now, for no exact reason. They'd moved around quite a bit, but ever since the first move they'd always had one bedroom apartments. Jack certainly had no problem with it since she still had nightmares. Not so much from the hell planet anymore, since that had been years ago, but from other parts of her past. 'The past is a bitch...' she thought as she tried to get comfortable again, thinking about how things had gone since they left New Mecca. The nightmares weren't the only reason they shared a room, though. Riddick could easily have told her to just get over it, but he never did. Other than the fact that he knew how the past could mess with you, he said it was comforting to have someone in bed, just sleeping. It was a trust thing for him.

"If someone is comfortable enough to sleep with you...just sleep...that shows a whole lot of trust. It's nice having someone around that trusts me." Those were pretty much his exact words.

The unspoken part of it was that he trusted her back. He trusted her enough to fall asleep with her around, and she was glad that their trust was mutual. He'd given her something he'd given almost nobody, something that was sacred to him. His trust.

He trusted Imam too, she knew, because when they left New Mecca he'd told the Holy Man where he planned to go, at first. That had been years ago now, and they'd long since left Nouvelle, and now lived on Catileen. She missed Imam sometimes, but was glad Riddick had taken her with him. She probably would've ended up running out on Imam, because he wasn't what she needed. As much as she loved him, she didn't need someone preaching at her all the time and picking at little things like swearing and whatnot.

Riddick had understood, and taken her along. He knew she would've run away and he couldn't have that. He knew what usually happened to kids on the streets, especially when she would've be able to hide that she was a girl anymore. Besides, he liked the kid well enough and she had proven extremely useful when he's found out she could hack pretty good.

"You planning on getting anymore sleep?" Riddick's low voice, sounding less groggy, pulled her from her thoughts.

"Uh...no, probably not"

"Alright then, I'll make breakfast."

"Good deal," she rolled off the bed when he dropped his arm from around her and grabbed a zip-up sweatshirt from the floor.

Riddick threw on a black beater with his sweat pants and walked out of the room to the kitchen.

Once Jack heard the clanking of pots as he dug something out of a cupboard, she sat back down on the bed and rested her elbows on her knees and head in hands, remembering the nightmare she'd had that night. She was surprised Riddick hadn't known about it, because he pretty much always seemed to know, but it hadn't been that bad of one. Not too bad, but a nightmare is a nightmare so it got to her.

She didn't like admitting how much they got to her, and hated that she couldn't get over it. There were times when she didn't think about it for a long time and then sometimes it would just sneak up on her. She hated it; hated how it could bug her even now. 'Yep...the past sure is a bitch...'

"Hey, you ok?"

Riddick's voice caused her to jump and she turned to see him in the doorway.

"Yea"

"You sure?"

"Yea, just tired"

"Well come out and get some coffee, that should help," he suggested, not sounding completely convinced.

Jack nodded and hauled herself up from the bed and moving around the bed to the door. Riddick hadn't moved yet though, so she could just stand there. She stared somewhere around the area of his chest, waiting for him to move aside. He didn't, and instead his hand moved to her face to tilt her head up. She let him and met his eyes.

"You sure?" he asked again, quieter this time like there was someone in the kitchen who he didn't want to hear.

"Yea," she nodded but didn't look him in the eye. There was really no point in ever trying to lie to him, but she hoped he would just drop it.

Amazingly, he did. He nodded but let his hand linger on the side of her face for a while before letting it drop and turning back to the kitchen, where he was making eggs.

'Well, he's definitely not going to forget that and he'll be asking about it sometime...' She sighedto herselfand followed him out to the kitchen.


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