By: MataruDoukotsu

Taming the Beast

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Riddick universe, no matter how sad it is. One thing is for sure, Riddick is hot. The one man who can pull off buff and bald is Vin Diesel and the character he plays in this series.

Now on to the story.

Jack leaned against the wall of the shower stall, letting her body drip dry. Her head was spinning woozily and coupled with being light headed, she wasn't a very happy camper. Throwing a towel around her body, she stumbled into the room Riddick shared with her. Even with the lights at twenty percent, she had gotten used to it for her roomie's sake, Jack could see most perfectly. She bypassed the bed where Riddick was laying down on, and went straight to her dresser to pull out something to sleep in. Not giving her breast binding bandages another glance, Jack pulled out a black sports bra and a pair of silk black fem boxers.

Without another thought, she promptly dropped her towel pulled the boxers over her blooming hips and yanked the spandex bra on before leaning onto the wall and dropping her head against it. "Oh, god…" she moaned breathlessly.

"What's wrong?" Riddick growled as he propped himself up on an elbow and gazed at the teenager; concern riddled his face.

"Geez, Riddick," Jack mumbled, she just couldn't help pick at him a little, no matter how bad she felt. "If I would've known you were God, I wouldn't have tried to keep anything secret from you from the beginning."

Riddick frowned for a second not liking the thoughts that decided to accompany her statement. "Kid, you don't look too good." He answered instead as he watched her slide to the floor and sit down. She almost looked drunk and high at the same time, but in a painful way.

"Oh, I see…so yer sayin' I look like shit?" Jack looked up at him slightly from her position on the ground.

"Yup." He replied. Noticing the dirty look that was pointed his way, Riddick shrugged, "Hey, I'm an honest man. I don't lie to the people who I've been with when going through hell and back and survived."

"Hey, I never lied to you," she pointed a finger at the convict who shared a room with her. "you never asked, so I didn't tell. I merely didn't tell you the details of my life. So, please, Riddick-God, have mercy on this poor somewhat jaded soul, and help me move."

"Poor and jaded soul, my ass." As Riddick lifted his body from the bed with silent and majestic grace, Jack grinned lazily at him. "Kid, I mean it, you don't look too good. You feel light-headed?"

Jack let go of all control of her body and mumbled, "Yeah. Since I got out of the shower."

"Let me guess, you took a hot one, huh?" His lips pursed as he carried her to the mess room. Punching in the order for a glass of cold orange juice, Riddick sat the slender girl down on one of the squishy booth like seats. "Here, sip on this and take these." He presented the glass of OJ and two aspirins.

Quickly downing the two pills, she did what he told her to, and sipped on the orange colored breakfast beverage as he sat down opposite of her. Laying her head down on the table after a good couple of sips she began to feel a little better and not to mention a bit drowsy, "Thanks Riddick…fer everything."

In response, she felt one of his large paws caress her downy reddish-brown hair, threading it back to the nape of her neck before repeating the process. Sighing, Jack let her body relax as he pet her; once in a while his fingers would brush against the vertebra of her neck causing her to relax even farther into a dangerously drowsy state.

"Mmmmm…s'alright kid." He purred sleepily; the vibrations charging his hand making her skull tingle. Jack could tell that he was just as ready to drop to the mattress as she was, but he was struggling against the Sand Man. It was quite for a little while, before his deep voice broke it again. "I guess we'll just have to get to know one another again, huh, Jack?"

She could hear the proud smirk in his voice even if she couldn't see it. Shrugging awkwardly, her shoulder gently nudging her un-smushed cheek, Jack hummed a bit in the back of her throat. "I guess, since obviously we don't know each other as much as both of us believe." Groggily, she lifted her head and caught Riddick's falling hand in one of her smaller ones, shaking it slowly and started with a grin, "Hi. My name's Jacquelyn Audrey Fox. The Mercs and the Law know me as AJ, while Slade first gave me the name Lil' Fox and Damion uses it too, though she usually calls me Jack. Me? I prefer to be called just Jack. I'm sixteen, have green eyes, auburn hair, and stand to five feet, five inches and weigh one hundred twenty four pounds.

My mother had left me on the side of the street after leaving the hospital. Orphanage took me in; I ended up running away at the age of ten. I am wanted on twenty different planets and have a bounty of 6mil on my head. I first met up with Slade on an off chance as she was scaling a brick wall at the age of eleven; she was about sixteen at that time and we were both running from some Mercs on that planet. She grabbed me and raced to her partner who was on their ship, prepping for emergency flight. Ever since I had been in their care and learned the tricks of escaping and killing. How 'bout cho?"

Riddick whistled lightly, before grinning and folding his arms to his chest. "Sounds like a hell of a life, but I'm sure you just gave me the watered down version, eh?" at her wide smile, he shook his head and chuckled before starting. "Richard Brian Riddick, but everyone knows me as Riddick since I first started out in the Military School before continuing on to the Marine's Special Ops Core. There had been a female that our superiors kept a hard eye on who broke out while I was there; it was kind of weird she was young like me among all the older males. I finally took her example and left two months later also, and thus my record started. You know most of it from there. I've got about 9mil on my name for going on seven hundred kills and countless accounts of stealing and attempts of such." The large fugitive grinned wickedly at her, his silver eyes glinting in the low light.

After sharing a sort of forced smile, Jack yawned, "'Kay, so can we go to bed now?" as she laid her head back down on the table with a dull thud. She heard Riddick snort before the very soft sound of his feet on the floor alerted her that he had gotten up. "Hey!" she called somewhat angrily, "Yer not gonna carry me to bed?"

"Hell no, kid. I know that Slade didn't baby you that much when you lived with her, and there ain't no way that I'm gonna do it either. If you wanna sleep in a bed, Jack, then I expect you to follow me yerself." His voice resonated slightly in the hallway. As he walked into their dark room, Riddick heard the adolescent groan and the dull thud of her head hitting the table again. With a hint of a smirk on his face he called out to her again, "If yer gonna sleep there, Jack, do me a favor and don't drool on it. I don't really think Imam is going to like it to know that the table had been spit shined before he drops his toast on it again and turns to eat it instead of throwing it out."

"Fuck you, Riddick." She cursed him with no small amount of ire.

"Gladly." He answered, knowing that it would just end up ticking her off a bit more as he took off his tank top and boots, then pulled back the covers and laid down on his back.

"You sick pedophile." Jack answered lightly before moving into the bedroom stretching shortly then climbing none too gently over Riddick's large body; she also made sure to press her knee into his crotch just for good measure, smirking as she heard him exhale sharply. That's what you get, you bastard, she thought smugly. And with the same smugness, "Good night Riddick." Ignoring the very colorful names and the horrible things that he spoke of doing to her; Jack ignored them, because she knew that while it was customary to call her those names, he would not pull through with those threats.

And as she finally fell into the gentle grasp of Sleep's soft dark hands, Jack vaguely felt the chain she always kept around her neck spill out of her sports bra as she turned onto her side away from Riddick.

Riddick cut his quick silver eyes at the sleeping teenager as he felt the last stab of pain course through his lower half. Damn that wench…I'll teach her not to mess with Richard B. Riddick soon enough. The young convict thought before heaving a sigh. Yeah, and the moment Slade comes around to check on the kid, I'll be in deep shit. But it's not like I can't handle a female.

'Don't kid yerself, Dick, you've seen the things that that particular female can do, an' it ain't no where near pretty.' A familiar voice whispered to him.

Oh, shuddup, won't ya? I've got enough problems without you deciding it's time to show up and give me pointers on how to live my fuckin' life, buddy. Riddick cursed his piece of humanity that had reattached itself to him when the pilot Carolyn Fry had been taken from his grasp on the damnable planet T2.

Sighing, the convict rolled over onto his side, facing the back of the teenager he had just been previously cussing out. The soft sound of 'cla-clink' caught his attention. Lifting his body on an elbow, he bent over the small yet athletic body of the girl. Gently reaching over her, he picked up the object that had made the soft sound.

What his fingers caught on made his eyebrows shoot up in surprise; and Riddick was sure that if he had hair, that the bold and majestic arcs would've disappeared in it.

Running his thumb over the metal plates, he almost gazed at the dog tags lovingly, suddenly missing having his own pair around his neck. That is before he saw what was engraved on them. Once again, Riddick feared he would've lost his brows.

Slade

Lucia D

696999666 USMC: Special Ops

Unknown

Atheist

Riddick suddenly felt his lungs aching, and realized that he had neglected his body of oxygen as he gazed at the tags. Then his thoughts began rushing, completing circles at 99mph, until finally his brain slowed down and settled on one.

Slade was in the Marine's Special Ops…she was that girl. He could not get over the fact that the same child who he and many others in the Ops believed to be deaf and dumb, was now in fact the most wanted killer in the Universe, and had a reputation to scare even the Boogie Man and Satan himself. Then as his eyes landed on the child sleeping peacefully at his side, a new thought bombarded his mind.

Jack's happenstance into me was not just that. Riddick stared at the girl in disbelief, suddenly seeing the young eleven year old Lucia laying there instead of Jack. She planned it…all of it. Jack getting on the Hunter-Gratnzer and getting with me. You are one unbelievable bitch, Lucia. I hope you know that.

A/N: I hope this is good enough. And I hope I'm portraying Riddick well enough. Tell me if you like this chapter, I've started ten, and I hope it meets the expectations also.