(Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick or any of the Chronicles of Riddick, or Pitch Black characters.)
Jack Shivered under Riddick's pelt bleeding all over it. Tears escaped her eyes falling and wetting her bag. She turned over on her side and pulled her knees to her chest ignoring the pain.
"I'm scared." She whispered, to Riddick, she didn't think he heard her because he didn't move. Riddick stood up and walked over to where Jack lay on the floor, and sat down beside her, and leaned against the wall. She scooted her little self and her mat closer to him. "Protect me." Jack reached for Riddick's left arm and held onto it like a stuffed animal. She cried on his arm scared she would loose him forever. "I can't loose you again." She looked up at him and saw nothing but darkness. "I wish I could see you." Riddick used his other hand to pull off his goggles. Jack moved her head from her bag to his leg, she had stopped crying, and she wiped her face dry. She felt something wet fall on her face. She set her hand over the drop of salt water. She realized the drop had come from Riddick.
Oh my god. I mean that much to him. I love you too, Riddick. I touched the little humanity buried deep within him. She thought as she tightened her grip around Riddick's arm.
"It's ok." Riddick assured Jack rubbing her arm gripped around his.
"I'm dying Riddick, nothings ok." Jack could hear Riddick's breathing from that one tear. "Why do you cry for me? Why do you care?" Jack didn't know what she was saying; the words escaped her lips without her knowing. "If you cared you wouldn't have left. I'm scared, but not because I'm dying, because I don't want to lose you forever." Riddick didn't' want Jack or anybody else to know that he had some humanity left. "Are there more like you?" Jack asked.
"Kid, they don't know what to do with just one of me." Riddick and Jack sat silent for a long time and fell asleep in that position.
"Destination Reached." Said the computer waking Riddick, he slide his arm out of Jacks frail grip and stood up stretching, he took his seat at the controls as the ship entered Helion Prime's atmosphere. Jack remained asleep as Riddick landed the ship on the out skirts of New Mecca. Riddick scooped Jack up in his arms and carried her across the dessert sands to Imam's house.
The front door to Imam's house swung open and Riddick walked in with an unconscious Jack in his arms. Riddick took in a few breaths and waked up the stairs to his right, step by step he climbed the stairs, and he walked down the hall and turned into the second door on his left to find Imam kneeling on the floor with lit candles all over the room. Riddick grunted and Imam turned around. When he saw a very pale and bloody jack lying in Riddick's arms he got to his feet and walked past Riddick.
"This way." Imam led Riddick to Jack's room. Riddick laid Jack on the cot, as Imam went to fetch a doctor. Imam returned a few minutes later with a good doctor friend of his. Imam Lead the man carrying a bag up the stairs and into Jack's room. The man knelt next to her bed and felt her pulse.
"She's lost a lot of blood." Imam started walking and motioned for Riddick to follow. Riddick just shook his head; Imam left the room and went back to his prayer room to pray to Allah to spare Jack's life.
The doctor opened his large black bag and pulled out a pare of cutters and started cutting her shirt open. He then pulled out a little white bottle, a pair of tweezer like tool, and a fairly large needle, he then rummaged through his bag looking for sting of some sort. He pulled out a spool of blue wire.
"How long ago did this happen?" asked the doctor stringing the needle on the wire, and then twisting the two ends of the wire together, and dropping the needle and part of the wire in the white bottle, still holding on to the end of the wire.
"U.V. 6." Riddick grunted, as he stood watching the doctor intensively with his arms crossed; to make sure the doctor didn't make a mistake.
"You flew from U.V. 6? I'm surprised she's still alive with the blood loss." The doctor gripped the needle with the end of the tweezer like tool and stitched up the four large slits in Jack's stomach, then pouring a little bit of the contents of the white bottle on each little stitching job. When the doctor was finished he pulled out of his bag a long piece of cloth and wrapped it around her middle to protect the wounds from infection. "She should be fine, if she receives a fever send for me immediately." He stood up turned around and walked out the door taking a right into Imams praying room.
"Imam…" Said the doctor. Imam turned around. "She should be fine, if she receives a fever send for me at once."
"Yes." Stated Imam returning to his prayer.
"I'm surprised she lived as long as she did with the blood loss, flying from U.V. 6 here." Stated the doctor walking out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door.
Riddick sat down in the chair sitting between her cot and her desk. Jack's head turned from facing the wall to facing Riddick, she was still unconscious, she groaned in pain and her hand twitched. Riddick pulled her blanket over her to keep her warm. He sat with her hour after hour. Finally he grunted in hunger and stood up to go down to the kitchen for some food when Jack spoke.
"Who told you it was ok to run?" She asked, her eyes welling up.
"I'm not running." He replied leaving the room. He walked into the kitchen and approached the refrigerator, pulling the door open he looked over the contents inside; not finding anything he wanted he closed the door and sat at the small dining table in the middle of the floor.
Jack was in much pain but didn't want to be away from Riddick so she sat up, and pushed herself up off her cot. She stood for a moment, then took a step, then another, and another until she could walk without stopping. She grabbed a t-shirt hanging on the dresser next to the door, and put it on. She held the metal railing down the stairs to hold her balance. When she reached the bottom stair she had to rest. Finally she made it into the kitchen to find Riddick sitting at the table, he was just staring at his goggles sitting on the table.
"I don't want to be away from you." She knocked on the table to see his face. If only I could see his face. I never want to let him outta my site. What am I saying? I can't even see him. She thought, still facing him with her pale white face and faded blue eyes. "When you leave I'm going with you, and you can't say anything about it. I know you don't want to leave me here. If something happened to me it would tare out your heart."
AN: So…what do you think? Comments and questions appreciated. Hope you liked. Plz R&R:)