Reider sat across from the other half of the odd couple in the brightly lit and plushly decorated employee lounge of the Unicorn. Jack was taller than she remembered. Her hair was jet black and spiked up. Her makeup was dark to match the hair. Her lace body suit showed skin underneath, and muscle that had obviously been built with care. Black tights and a black bra preserved modesty where thigh high leather boots defied it. She was festooned with silver jewelry. The silver medallion rested in the curve of her breasts.

"You're being an idiot." Reider sat on the side of the bed while Riddick blinked his eyes. The room was dark, a sliver of light showed through the door crack.

"How so?" his head hurt, he resisted the urge to turn his back to her. Not only because it would make his head pound even more, but because Pat was still a mercenary bounty hunter and it paid to remember that. She might think about kidnapping him while he was incapacitated.

She no longer looked like a teenager, but a young woman just learning her own power. Reider smirked as she took the forgotten coffee drink from Jack's hand.

"Thanks." Jack sat on the plush red couch and looked like a shadow in the midst of the bright fabric.

"She doesn't hate you."

"You don't know her like I do. I broke every promise I ever made her by leaving her behind."

"So she's sad, angry, but she doesn't hate you. Riddick I know. You left me and all I feel is mild resentment." Reider laughed, Riddick groaned as her voice echoed in his head.

"For what?"

"The presents. It was nice to get something in the mail."

"I didn't send you any presents." Reider knew perfectly well what process began to swirl in Jacks mind. Reider followed Riddick through the mail system. It was ridiculously easy to hack into return address files.

"Are you done?" Riddick snarled.

"Are you?"

"How so?"

"How many planets left?"

"None." In fact there had been none for the past year. He just…

"Then lets go back to New Mecca."

Jack got to her feet and clutched the silver medallion in one hand.

"Did you find him?"

"…"

"Reider!"

"…"

"Excuse me." She left Pat sitting, sipping her coffee with a hidden smile and went out into T's booth. She slipped her hands around his stomach and leaned her head against his back.

"I'm never going back." He sat up as the ship shifted around him. He hadn't known they were airborne…

:destination- New Mecca…:

"Damn it Pat!"

"Richard…"

:Please contact planetside authorities with authorization codes and landing permits:

"Hey babe, check out stud muffin, middle floor." Jack let her gaze wonder, she didn't often agree with T's observations, but it was usually worth the look. "Maybe dancing with that hot cake will cheer you up."

"Hot cake?"

"Just your type. Tall, bald and brooding."