(Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick or any of the Chronicles of Riddick, or Pitch Black characters.) if the poem doesn't fit bare with me.

"Ok girlie, I know he's here, I heard his voice." Pushing Jack into the apartment at gun-point. "Ok Riddick, I've got your precious jewel now come out and fight like a man." She shouted into the apartment. "Alright boys, you can move in." Stated the little lady as men in black with guns stormed into the apartment searching each and every room. One of the men jerked Jacks arms behind her back cuffing them.

"What the hell!" she spat like poison as she struggled.

"No point ins struggling, Riddick himself wouldn't be able to escape those babies." Stated the little woman. "Ok Marshal take her away." The man that cuffed Jack escorted her out of the apartment and guided her through almost half the city before reaching the outskirts of town seeing a large ship she started to struggle trying to slip her skinny hands out of the cuffs.

"Marshal was it? I've got to pee." She said stopping and turning to face him.

"Uh… can it wait?" He asked looking at her.

"No. It can't and won't."

"I'm not the one that's gotta sit in it." He retorted. "So hold it." He chuckled. He led her to the platform of the ship walking her through a tight corridor to the cargo bay. They walked through a dark doorway and Marshal sat Jack down on a crate in the dark room. "Don't move I'll be right back. Oh and don't try to escape, there's guards at every exit." He trotted off.

"Great, the eve of my 18th birthday and I get kidnapped. Nice." Jack sat in that dark room for hours waiting for something to happen. Then a man stood in the doorway.

"Lights on." He commanded and the lights flickered on. "Hmm, who do we have here?" He stalked toward Jack with a stick in his hand.

"You have no idea what your getting into do you?" Jack asked the man stalking towards her.

"You mean taking the only thing Riddick cares about, and having my way with it?" He stopped looking at the stick then back at Jack.

"I'm not an 'It' you pig spit."

"You ain't a girl." He looked at Jack with a snarl.

"No, no I'm not." She shouted at him as she slumped forward letting her eyes fall to the mans boots. He rushed her grabbing her by the scruff of her shirt. Looking down he slid his hand up her shirt cupping her breast in his hand.

"Liar." He said looking her in the eye.

"Let me go!" she shouted back at him. The door to the cargo bay was slammed shut. For the next to hours screams emerged from the cargo bay, with thuds, and plunks, and grunts from the large man. Mostly screams filled the corridors of the Merc ship.

Marshal opened the large door to the cargo bay as the big guy pushed past him.

"Lights off." Shouted the large man. When he past Marshal noticed a still cuffed Jack sitting up from her laying position on the crate he had left her on; bleeding from a cut on her lip, and eye, as bruises covered her face and arms her eyes swelling; her shirt torn in many places and her un-buttoned jeans covered in blood. Jack gave him a look of fear and pain, he returned it with a look of sadness and shame. He slowly shut the door and took one step at a time until he stood above her. He knelt at her side, taking his shirt and wiping away the blood from her eye; she turned from him as tears fell without permission down her cheeks. He stood up and walked away opening the large door and slamming it shut behind him.

Outside the door.

"Bam you had no right to hurt her like you did. She's only a child." Marshal scolded Bam.

"Marshal, I'm the captain of this ship and I'll do what I please with the prisoner. If you don't like it then you can die when Riddick finds you… or you can deal with it and make sure she doesn't try to escape." Bam told Marshal. Jack could hear foot steps receding.

The door swung open and Jack scrambled weak and afraid to the nearest corner thinking it was Bam ready for round two. She felt arms wrap around her and pick her up. A smell rushed into her nose, she knew that smell, and she loved it.

"Riddick?" she whispered in hopes that it was him. Setting her on the crate in the dark her cuffs were removed and she was picked up once more. When the light from the open door came closer she looked at the man carrying her. She didn't see goggles or silver orbs. She saw two blue eyes looking at her filled with sorrow.

No, this is how Riddick smells. She thought as Marshal looked at her and carried her out of the cargo bay, down the tight corridor to the hallway before the ramp, setting her down on a box on one side. He took a damp cloth and nicely wiped away the dried blood from her face; then pulling out an old uniform handing it to her. Picking her back up, he carried her to the nearest room with privacy.

"Change into those clean clothes. I'll be out here." He said turning around and heading to the door.

"Thanks." She whispered. He stopped for a second then started again, walking out the door shutting it behind him. Jack pulled off the blood soaked clothes throwing them in a corner and pulling on the old uniform which was way too big, the shirt sagging around her tiny figure and the pants too big without the belt attached to them fastened.

A thud sounded outside the door and it swung open as Bam quickly walked in.

"Miss me?" He teased, stopping he turned to look at a un-conscience Marshal laying on the floor. Terror in her eyes the man picked her up and rammed her against the wall behind her. Jacks back throbbing from the pain she mustard the liquid she had in her mouth and spit it at him. Wiping his face with his arm he slapped her. After un-doing his pants and belt he un-buckled her belt and un-did her pants, with her standing on the bench against the wall all he had to do was hold her down.

Not a problem, she's still weak from my first play with her. Thought bam holding down a defenseless Jack

"No, not again." She screamed as he tried to insert himself in her once more. Trying to kick him between the legs.

"You little wh…." His sentence was cut short by a slice to the throat as his body fell revealing Riddick.

"Riddick." She gasped as she fell to the metal in her weak state. Riddick wrapped his arms around her and she nuzzled into his chest taking a chunk of his shirt in hand finding comfort in his smell and all around presence. Riddick carried Jack through the ship and down the ramp, passing bodies of dead men. Jack felt her lids getting heavy and her grasp on his shirt loosening.

She woke in her bed the sun shining through her window illuminating the room. She jumped up and ran into the kitchen finding Riddick at the small table. Running to him and wrapping her arms around his neck she squeezed tight. Stretching out her arms she looked into his eyes.

"Thank you Riddick." She whispered wrapping her arms around his neck once more, taking in a deep breath she smelt him and he smelled great,

"Jack." He said her name with a blunt tone.

"Yes?" She looked at him.

"I'm leaving soon." With those three words Jacks stomach sank and her heart exploded.

"I will not let you go." She spat at him. "You can't go. I won't let you."

"You'll see me again." His words blew her away, sitting in the closest chair to her she looked into those beautiful purple orbs that could see right though her.

"I may never…

Hear you speak to me with your voice so sincere;

Speaking beautiful words that are forever dear.

I may never…

Look into your eyes so warm and true;

The windows to the very depths of you.

I may never…

Feel the strength of your arms surrounding me;

A place so safe, secure, and comfortable to be.

I may never…

know the warmth and tenderness of your touch;

Or the gentleness of your caress that means so much.

I may never…

Experience the passion in your kisses;

Or be able to fulfill your most intimate wishes.

I may never…

Know the true depths of your soul;

Or the power of the love in your heart ever hold.

But I will…

Want life to be good for you and

be proud of all that you achieve;

and in you…

I will always, always believe!" Jack gave Riddick a sad look as tears trickled down her cheeks. She stood up and ran out the front door, barefoot in her t-shirt and sweat pants. She ran as fast and hard as she could until she couldn't run any more. She stopped in an alley, she dropped to her knees, her head in her hands she lost control of her tears and they pooled in her hands. Coming to her senses she stood up and turned around. Hearing something she froze. Her eyes darting from one side to the other, she felt warm breath on the back of her neck.

AN: yeah, yeah, we all know where the breath is coming from. To make sure your right stay tuned. I love saying that, but it makes no sense, your not watching TV. Lol. Plz R&R. Thanx.