Disclaimer: Don't own Riddick or Jack or anything you may recognize from either the movies or books. But I do own those you don't.

REVIEWPLEASE! Constructive criticism is most definitely welcome. PLEASE!

A/N: Thank you for visiting. Thanks to those that have replied. I live for the reviews. Not a whole lot happens in this chapter, sorry. But please stick with me.

Chapter 3.

The alarm clock went off and Rae calmly rolled over to silence it. She never did fall back to sleep. Her mind raced with thoughts and memories of the past. She looked at the small child that slept next to her. She no longer doubted her abilities in raising Jackie, and she no longer had to worry whether or not she would be taken away now that she was 19.

Sliding her arm out from under Jackie's head, She sat up, and swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. "Jack."

"Mmmhhhaaaatttt?" she mumbled as she rolled over.

Wrestling Jackie awake was just an impossible feat on a normal morning let alone after a night like last night. You sleep too much, girl, Rae thought.

"Time to get up, kiddo."

"uhhhhhh-uhhhhhh."

Rae got up off the bed, and walked to the small sink, to wash her face and brush her teeth. Looking in the tiny mirror that she bought at the market a couple of month's back Rae stared at her reflection. Her green eyes, were blood shot, and there were dark circles around them from the lack of sleep. Her dark brown hair hung limply around her shoulders. I want a nice hot shower. And her skin, she was so pale; it was almost translucent. She couldn't remember the last time she sat in the sun. Working two jobs to save money to get off this shit planet, had definitely taken its toll.

"Let's go Jack. I am not playing your games today. Move." Rae kicked the mattress to emphasize her point.

" Okay, okay, okay." Jackie said pushing her self up on to her knees.

Jackie stood and walked to the cardboard box that was her dresser. It wasn't that they couldn't afford the furniture, there simple wasn't any room. She pulled on her school uniform, a plaid pleated skirt, and white button-down blouse they found at the thrift store. Digging further down for a pair of clean socks and finding none, Jackie groaned. "Uuurrrggghhh!'

"What's the matter?" Rae asked

"Where are my socks, Rae?"

"Check my box, I know I washed them. If they're not in there they can't be to far, this place ain't that big." Rae said. Tying her boots, she got up to help Jackie look. Maybe she over looked them.

"Found 'em," Jackie said triumphantly, and sat down to finish getting ready.

Rae and Jackie stepped into the small bakery; the smell of fresh bread and pastries filled their noses. The man behind the counter smiled tenderly at Jackie and asked, "What will it be today, Miss. Jacquelyn?"

"Mmmmm….A croissant please, Mr. Treaudox," came her reply.

His balding head nodded at her response as he glanced at Rae, silently asking for her order as well. Rae shook her head no, and the tiny man shrugged. She watched him as he slowly limped over to the croissants, snatching one up and putting it in a bag. Rae and Jackie had been coming to this bakery since the day they landed five months ago. Jackie 'led' them here. Well, her nose and stomach did anyways.

"Thanks," Jackie said, taking and paying for the food.

Jackie turned and started out the door, not caring whether or not her sister was behind her, heading for their next daily stop, the newsstand. Rae preferred the newspaper to the vid-screens. She didn't care how archaic it seemed to others. Reading felt good, and she rarely got the chance any more. So, it was the one little pleasure she allowed herself.

"Mornin' li'l ladies. How are ya doin' taday?" The portly man asked as he reached for something under the counter.

"Pretty good Max. You?" Rae asked with a smile.

"No complaints…Here ya go Rae. Ya know, there are some men that aren't intimidated by a smart woman." He said with a wink. The man had been trying to set Rae up with his nephew since she met him.

"Thanks for the info, Max." she shook her head and chuckled a bit. "See ya tomorrow."

She knew she wasn't ugly, but she didn't think herself pretty, either. Men always stared at her, wherever she went. She didn't understand why. She didn't dress like most women. Usually sporting a plain t-shirt or sweatshirt, black cargo pants, and her work boots. Her hair always up in a tight ponytail, and never any make-up. To be honest, she didn't know the first thing about it, and frankly she didn't care.

"…..ae. Rae!" Jackie shouted, snapping Rae out of her thoughts. "Bye!"

Without realizing it, that they had made the 7 block walk to the school.

"Bye, remember, I'll pick you up from Mrs. Davis' at 6" she called out. She knew Jackie heard her from the dismissing wave Jackie gave as she skipped away.

Rae walked two blocks to the shuttle stop. Sitting on the bench to wait, Rae un-folded the paper, to check the prices of supplies that she knew they would have to order before they left at the end of the month. They had enough saved up to leave a month ago, but she wanted to wait until Jackie was out of school. One of us should have an education she thought.

The small picture on the front page caught her eye, and she frowned. The picture showed a man shackled at the wrists and ankles, metal bit in his mouth, guards surrounding him as he shuffled. Her heart stopped and her mouth went dry as she read the caption under it. "Convicted murderer Richard B. Riddick arrived at Butcher Bay Maximum Security Slam early Monday morning to begin serving out his sentences."

"HOLY SHIT!" she shouted. The older woman that was sitting next to her, scooted down the bench and stared at her with a furrowed brow.

Her mind raced. What? Who? Why? She didn't know where to begin to find answers. Maybe Thomas will know. The shuttle pulled up, and she got on. She didn't remember the ride to the ports at all, or even getting off the shuttle.

An arm was thrown about her shoulders as she walked in the warehouse.

"Hey, Chickadee." The woman said with a smile, snapping Rae out of her trance.

"Huh? Oh hey Melissa."

"That's all I get, Huh? What's up with you? You okay?" Melissa asked, a frown on her face.

"Me? I'm fine. Just saw something in the paper. Kinda made me think a bit." Rae said softly.

"Stop that shit." Melissa said with a smile. "And by that I mean readin' that damn paper. Just watch the vids like everyone else. It will 'desensitize' ya. Trust me. Hell, if I didn't know you and Jack better I'd swear you two lived under rocks." She was laughing now.

"Thanks Melissa." Rae said smiling at her friend. Melissa was the one that helped Rae get the job at the docks. It wasn't hard, load the ships, or unload the ships. The job was easier to do than it was to get the job. "Hey where's Thomas?"

"That ass Johns arrived late last night, all pissed off on how we "half-assed" stocked his ship when he was here last. Not like Thomas gives two shits, but he's taking the complaint down, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah."

Smiling Rae said "A'ight thanks I'll talk to ya later. Got shit to do." And she walked towards the locker room.

Melissa nodded and watched Rae walk away; she clearly had something more on her mind than she was letting on. I'll get it out of her eventually Melissa thought.

After putting on her coveralls, Rae grabbed the only order yet to be filled. Fuck.

William Johns, All around prick, and Captain of Jaeger. The man is… scum. Cocky, arrogant, self-centered, egotistical, sly. Most of the mercenaries that Rae had come in contact with were. Only after the money, and never cared how they got their payday either.

A vision of Riddick popped in her head, him shuffling into the slam, surrounded by mercs and guards. She shuttered. No matter what they say he'd done he had to have a reason. Right?