Title: Pitch Black AU, Pitched Black
Author: Jeanine Stice
Summery: Jack isn't playing gender bender games in my movie because she's too old for them at twenty-two. So just how will this change her relationship with Riddick, Johns and Fry? A hot blooded attractive young woman who's obviously got a soft spot for Riddick, you know where this is going…right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Riddick Jack or Imam I just fed them one day and they followed me home! I don't own Pitch Black or any characters therein or anything else you recognize from the world in the story herein…other then that, it's all mine. Not getting a dime for any of this (yeah right, as if). Don't bother suing me you'd loose more then I'd ever have. I just abuse Riddick for my own amusement and share for the pleasures of others.
Rated M: Mature Audiences only for explicit language extreme violence and adult content.
Authors Notes: This is going to have some dark stuff in it, rape, torture, drug use, foul language, BDSM, and things of an adult nature. If you're not a mature enough adult to handle that, do not read further.
Second Authors Note: Okay I've gotten lots of responses and I am glade y'all love it so much! But the most common complaint is that if the stories are going to be so long they need to be broken up. So I have gone about making the changes here. Don't get too excited if you've all ready read this story, I haven't added that many new chapters it's just been broken up more. The end of chapter four is picking p where the story left off last time so you understand what I mean when I say not much new stuff has been added.
Third Authors Note: All story's I have posted I intend to continue writing on if my muses behave. A couple of the stories are slower going then others. I also have several other fandoms with a few to a couple dozen stories I'm working on. So I can't guarantee you that it's all going to be updated in a timely fashion. It just depends. That said I would also like to note that getting the replies is a get bust and encouragment, it really does help the creative juices flow! So thanks to everyone who takes the time to drop a note!
Story Notes: Yeah so this is a re-write of Pitch Black with Jack as an adult in the crash. I haven't really decided if I'm going to use CoR: Dark Fury or Chronicles of Riddick. If I do they well be AU with the newer older Jack Character.
Authors Notes: So yeah Jack is older so not playing the boy card. So this is very AU though it mostly follows the plot line. Only the sexual chemistry is between Riddick and Jack. Did the Skiff scene near the end between Riddick and Fry still happen? Yeah, because to this day I insist that Riddick was jaw-jacking her. If he was planning to leave them all behind he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of going back after them after watching the creatures ghost Johns. I think he planned to take the skiff to them but after fucking with Fry he couldn't let her know that because she'd know he was fucking with her. So they went on foot, after all Riddick would never have thought those fuckers might've actually gotten to him.
As for the bleeding Jack scene, not gonna have it. There is the insinuation that it's menstrual blood and given the nature of her relationship with Riddick in my story I'm not going to do it. It opens up all kinds of avenues I don't want to tread down right now.
Pitched Black Chapter One Crash Landing
Jack came awake when her cryotube landed on its side grunting with the fall landing hard on her shoulder. She could hear a loud roaring noise outside her cryotube and the ship around her was shaking. Her heart was pounding in her chest her eyes wide as she tried not to panic the ship had obviously run into trouble. Could be anything from pirates slavers ship problems or even the escaped con they had taken on bored. The noise eventually stopped and there was blessed silence for a while and she calmed herself.
Soon she began to hear voices calling out none for her but that was not a big surprise as she'd boarded alone. She sighed thankfully as someone started to cut into her tube with a torch inching back away from the flame. She rolled out when it was finally opened and looked up at the pretty dark haired woman who'd gotten her out with the help of a big burly man.
"So I guess something went wrong?" She said sarcastically getting a smile from the woman.
"I'm Shazza, this is my mate Zeke." Shazza told her offering her a hand up.
"I'm Jack, thanks."
"Looks like the bloody ship crashed." Offered Zeke and she nodded.
She joined the other survivors in looking for others but there didn't seem to be any more. Soon they began to hear the screams from the front of the ship and they found a woman in the cockpit with a man who had shrapnel embedded in his chest.
"Get it out of him!" Zeke cried in horror.
"No, no, no. It's too close to his heart." Shazza told them.
"He'd only bleed out this ship isn't equipped to deal with that kind of trauma." Jack supplied. "Not that that might not be quicker and kinder on him."
"There is some Anestaphine in the med-lock in the back of the cabin." The woman told them in a trembling voice.
"Not any more there's not." The Englishman named Paris told her after looking back in the area she'd indicated.
"Get out of here, everyone." The woman told them. "Get out of here."
Jack followed the others glancing over at the man chained in the shadows of the ship. She wanted to stop and investigate more but she knew Johns was behind her. Everyone thought the guy was a cop but she knew a fake badge when she saw one, just like she knew a junkie merc when she saw one. So she followed the others as they went outside climbing atop the ship talking about looking for other survivors.
Once they got to the top they discovered the path of destruction as far as the eye could see. There was shrapnel and a long trail from where the ship tore across the planets surface. The only thing in sight was one cargo hold nothing else as large as intact cryo tubes accept one piece of shrapnel, which was close enough to determine it wasn't one. Nobody said anything certainly no more comments were made about searching for other survivors, it was obvious now there were no others.
"Is anyone else having difficulties breathing?" Paris asked them.
"Yeah, I feel one lung short, all of us." Shazza added.
"I feel like I just ran, or something." Jack told them.
"There was talk of a scouting party, looking for other people. But then we saw this." Shazza told Fry when she climbed up.
"What the bloody hell happened?" Zeke asked her after she got a look at the devastation.
"Could have been a meteor storm, might've been a rogue comet. I don't know." Fry replied.
"Well I for one am thoroughly grateful. This beast wasn't made to land like this, but I think you did well." Shazza reassured her. "Actually, the only reason were alive is because of her."
"Yes, I suppose your right." Paris said from beside her, far to uncomfortably close for Jack. "Thanks, very much."
"Yeah, thanks for saving our asses." She told her patting her on the shoulder.
"No, really. Thanks, awfully." Paris told her.
"Well done." Shazza said.
She was with Shazza Zeke and Paris when they got the cargo hold open, everything upside down. The previsions she'd brought for her trip were rationed out though there wasn't much water about 200 letters per person. She packed her backpack with necessities a couple change of cloths her first aid kit flashlight flares and her knife along with her rations of the food. She made sure John's was busy with Fry before she went inside to Riddick who she'd had to argue to get rations for.
Coarse they didn't know she'd intended on giving him his water now and getting that fucking bit out of his mouth. She knew she'd tempt the Mercs temper but she was willing to, for this. Criminal or not he was human and deserved to be treated as such so she slipped inside when no one was looking. She could tell by the way he tilted his head in her direction that he knew she was there with him and she moved slowly behind him taking in the clasp that held the bit in his mouth.
"If you hold still I can get that fucking thing out of your mouth." She told him he gave her a short nod.
She moved beside him trying to ignore the tingle when her fingers brushed the skin of his shaven scalp. Finally with a click she got it free slipping it gently from his mouth and letting it fall to their feet. Her hands slid up to the blindfold not understanding that bit at all but he pulled free.
"Not the blindfold." He growled in a rough voice.
"Why not?" She questioned looking down as she stood in front of him.
"My eyes are sensitive to the light, I need the goggles in my pocket." He told her.
"Anyone else I might take that as a bad line." She joked slipping her hand in his bulging left front pocket when he leaned back for her. She managed to get them free without brushing any sensitive anatomy before slipping off the blindfold and slipping them gently onto his head. "That okay?" She asked lowering her hands.
He looked up at her and nodded in answer tilting his head to take her in she turned and retrieved the water from the floor. "I brought you some water." She told him opening the bottle.
"Why?" He asked her and she tilted her head back at him.
"Why did I bring you water or why did I remove that fucking bit and blindfold?" She asked.
"Both." He replied.
"Because you're human and deserve to be treated as such no matter what the fuck that merc says you did." She told him.
"So, didn't buy his nickel slick badge and good boy act?" Riddick asked her and she scoffed.
"I know how to spot a cop and I sure as fuck seen enough mercs and junkies to spot them. He was just a little harder then usual. The first real clue was Johns never actually saying he was a cop, narcissist like that would have been crowing about the fact." She told him pleased when he threw back his head and laughed. "So, water?" She asked offering him the bottle.
"How do I know you didn't drug it?" He teased her and she rolled her eyes taking a swig off the bottle herself before holding it in front of his mouth.
Slowly deliberately he placed his lips around it and she tilted it slowly letting him drink at his pace unsurprised when he drained the bottle. Not like he could expect any one else to do the same or her to be able to come back any time soon. Finally she lowered the empty bottle capping it before tossing it away into the confines of the dark ship.
"Mm, now I know what your mouth taste like." He teased her in a husky voice. She glanced back at him blushing slightly eyes narrowing when she realized that was why he'd teased her about drugging it.
"You did that on purpose!" She said mock angrily and he laughed again.
"What the fuck is this shit?" Hissed Johns angrily as he stalked in.
"What you didn't think I started that argument about Riddick getting rations just for shit's and giggles did you? I brought him some of his water." She told Johns not feeling intimidated by him at all.
"You take his fucking bit out?" Johns said heatedly and she laughed.
"How the fuck was I suppose to let him drink with that fucking thing in his mouth?" She asked him.
"Well, now you can put it back on." Johns told her crossing his arms over his chest and sneering at her.
Slowly she reached down and picked up the hated piece of metal knowing she wouldn't and couldn't do a thing like that. She also couldn't let Johns do it either, which meant she had to keep the bit from him.
"I don't fucking think so Johns." She told him smirking wickedly as an idea came to her. "You ain't the fucking boss, and I don't follow some dumb shits orders. The others might be too stunned or stupid to see threw you but I sure as fuck do. You ain't no fucking cop you're a merc, and a fucking druggie to boot. So unless you want me to educate the masses this fucking bit goes bye, bye." She informed him.
"You got no proof." He growled at her angrily.
"No need, the suggestion would be enough. Then all we'd have to do is wait and watch. That's the thing about withdrawals…they work like fucking clockwork. How long since you had your last fix Johns? Not a whole lot of privacy around here to get high." She told him before walking out making a point to take the bit with her.
She buried it in the sand and went to her pack drinking some of her own water and shaking her head at herself. She had just made one enemy that had the only gun and was a junkie but she had seen that moment coming since she met him. Then there was Riddick, what did he think about her and what she had done? She didn't expect anything out of it really it had just been an act based on principal for her. A testament to how she had been raised by her parents and she did such things as much as in memory to them as anything else.
It wasn't too much longer before she had Johns in her face only this time the masses were there to witness it.
"This is all your fault!" Johns yelled in her face.
"Ha!" She laughed in his face. "What did he do, chew them off!"
"What's this?" Fry asked stepping up to them.
"I took off Riddick's fucking bit. Gave him some of his water and his goggles. Basically treated him like a human being, which is what I think, has our friend here all up in arms. Now he's blaming me cause Riddick's gone." She offered.
"You distracted me!" Johns replied heatedly.
"What's the matter John's feeling a little, off?" She asked him tauntingly. He growled and took a threatening step forward she held her ground just begging him to hit her and she'd let him connect too just because it would show the others who he really was.
"Hey! Hey!" Fry called pushing between them.
"Riddick is a killer, he ain't no puppy, girl!" Johns shot at her before storming away.
When the others armed themselves she did too only she wasn't thinking about Riddick when she did, she was thinking about Johns. She stayed behind to help Shazza while the others went looking for water, and Riddick. Annoyed as she watched Paris lounging lazily atop this ship under his umbrella with a cigar and wine. He and Zeke were talking Zeke obviously not too pleased with Paris either as she snuck up quietly behind him.
She wanted to give the man a good scare he'd earned it, Paris the pussy would probably scream like a girl. She crept up behind him catching him just under the jaw with her weapon before he could react. He gasped nearly dropping his wine but just managing to hold onto the glass as he glanced back at her.
"He'd probably get you right here, right under the jaw and you'd never even hear him coming, cause that's how good Riddick is." She warned him laughing inside while she kept her voice steely and threatening.
"Tell me something did you run away from your family or did they run away from you?" Paris asked her angrily as she pulled away.
She was helping Shazza with her welding in the cargo hold when Paris came in with his pickaxe thing a while later. She'd told the woman earlier about what she'd done to Paris knowing she would get a laugh, and she'd been right.
"Tell me that was you just now?" Paris said to her pickaxe in hand.
"What are you going on about?" Shazza asked him. "She's been right here helping me."
"Back of the ship. That noise. You trying to tell me that was somebody…else?" Paris asked and then they all heard it a metallic creaking.
She moved along the wall peeking out the hole to see someone moving around out there and it wasn't Zeke. Something told her it wasn't Riddick either as they all crept to the opening Shazza sliding up ready to strike a fatal blow. She called out the warning to stop her just in time as the man came into view obviously someone else who'd survived the crash.
"Oh my god. I thought I was the only one who got out of the crash alive." The man exclaimed thankfully obviously burned from the crash. Suddenly there were shots and Jack instinctively pulled behind cover as Shazza was covered in the man's blood before he fell to their feet.
"It was just somebody else! It was just somebody else from the crash!" She exclaimed to Zeke standing a bit outside the cargo hold lowering the gun as he approached.
"Crikey. I thought it was, him. I thought it was Riddick." Zeke exclaimed.
Jack frowned at him, instantly not liking him he had obviously panicked and now an innocent man was dead. After all he hadn't been attacking them so even it had been Riddick it still wouldn't have been a justified shooting. They were taking a short break when there were more shots and the sound of Zeke's screams. She didn't get to the scene until Shazza kicked Riddick in the face knocking him out before Fry could pull her away.
After she found out what happened she glanced down at the hole Zeke had obviously died in and frowned. She'd watched as Riddick was dragged inside the ship and waited until Johns left. Grabbing her bag she made her way into the ship to find where John's had him now. He was bound differently and despite that he managed to look powerful and menacing.
He glanced up at her his goggles gone his eyes hidden in the shadows. She wished she could see his eyes but was glad it was shadowy enough that she couldn't so he wouldn't be in any pain from the light.
"Johns must think you're the fucking boogieman. Don't see how the fuck else you could ghost someone like that and not get a drop of blood on you, or your shiv." She told him stopping a few feet in front of him and opening her bag.
"Haven't you heard? I'm an animal." Riddick told her with a chuckle.
"No animal I heard of can do that. You didn't kill, Zeke." She stated it wasn't a question.
"No. Got the wrong killer." He informed her. She nodded and pulled out her first aid kit triumphantly when she found it showing it to him.
"If you like, I can clean those cuts? I've got some pain killers too if you need them." She offered.
"Why?" He asked her and she rolled her eyes.
"We gonna do this again?" She asked him shaking her head. "You're a human being and you deserve to be treated decently, and since no body else will. Sides my parents would turn over in their graves if they knew I just sat back and watched."
"Really think your daddy would want you nursing a killer?" He asked her gruffly and she laughed.
"Everyone has a monster inside of them, Riddick, some people just never have a chance to meet the beast." She told him. "My father understood that and so, eventually, did I. So, do you want the pain killers?" She asked him.
"You mean the ones you didn't offer the dying crewman?" He asked her and she smirked.
"I didn't think vicodin would help him out at that point." She replied spilling three pills in her hand. "They are two hundred milligrams each but you're a big guy so what, three?" She asked him.
"Four." He told her tilting his head.
She got out another and a bottle of water before moving forward and depositing the pills carefully in his mouth. He washed them down with a few large gulps of water before she capped it and grabbed the first aid kit. He held still carefully as she cleaned the wounds on his face still unable to see his eyes, eyeing the bruise along his forehead from what looked like a stick like the one she saw Johns carry.
"I have a cream for bruises, it's soothing and will help the healing but it has to be applied directly to the area." She explained and he nodded. As gently as she could she soothed it over his skin on his forehead where it was starting to swell.
She capped the container after she finished and moved to step back but suddenly Riddick moved. He leaned forward as much as he could against the restraints and pressed his lips to hers making her gasp in surprise. He took advantage of her parted lips his tongue stealing into her mouth to explore and for a moment she lost herself moaning pleasantly into the kiss before reality snapped back and she pulled away.
"Why did you do that?" She asked him her voice slightly huskier then usual.
"Just a little thank you. You know, you never told me your name." He told her.
"Jacquelyn but every one calls me, Jack." She told him putting everything away in the first aid and into her bag fighting the urge to lick her lips.
"You should scram before Johns comes back and catches you. He'll give you a hard time again." He warned her and she laughed.
"I don't give a fuck if that shit-head does." She told him.
"You need to be careful, last time out there he nearly hit you." He warned her and she raised her brows.
"You saw that?" She questioned and he inclined his head. "I did that on purpose, was pushing his fucking buttons. If he'd've decked me like I'd intended him to the others would have wised the fuck up." She explained and he shook his head.
"Shouldn't do that kind of shit, Jack. God puts you in situations like that enough, don't need to go and help the fucker out." He told her and she laughed.
"Yeah, good point. Later, Riddick." She told him throwing her bag over her shoulder.
"See you soon, Jack." Riddick told her voice full of promise. As soon as she left the room she licked her lips shivering at the memory of his lips on hers.
She was inside the ship when she noticed Fry approaching the section of the ship where Riddick was kept. She moved around so she could watch the exchange from the shadows down a ladder behind Fry. She smirked watching as Riddick fucked with Fry making her start when he stood up and moved close to her into the light so she could see his eyes. Fry nodded and stepped away to make her self feel safer Riddick glanced over at Jack cluing Fry into their company.
"Where the fuck can I get eyes like that?" Jack asked him with a grin.
"You have to kill a few people." He told her.
"Okay, I can do it." She assured him stepping down off the latter.
"Then you got to get sent to a slam, where they tell you you'll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor and you pay him twenty menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eye balls." He replied giving Carolyn an icy look.
"So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark?" She asked him with a wicked grin.
"Exactly." He replied smiling over at her eyes twinkling.
"Leave!" Fry yelled at her. "Leave." She said more softly motioning her away. With a shrug she headed back up the ladder she'd come down heading back up and out of the ship sure she knew how the rest of the talk would go.
She followed behind Johns and Fry with Imam and Shazza as they talked about Fry going in the hole to find Zeke later.
"Let me tell you what I think happened. I think he went off on the guy and buried him in the hills somewhere. And now he's got you believing there's something else out there." Johns told her.
"Well let's just be sure." Fry told him and Jack's brow furrowed. That was the best argument she could come up with, and the woman was Captain?
"Look murders aside, Riddick belongs in the asshole hall of fame. He loves a jaw-jacking and loves to make you feel afraid, because that's all he has. And you're playing right into it." Johns said angrily.
"You know I don't even know why I'm trying to explain this to you Johns. I mean you're a cop. For god's sake we have to find his body." Fry told him impatiently.
"Look, being ballsy with your life doesn't change what came before. This is stupid." Johns said voice slightly lower so she barely caught it.
"What you think I'm trying to prove something?" Fry asked turning around to face him.
"Well are you?" Johns asked her.
"Look I don't see the problem." Jack cut in. "If you think Riddick killed Zeke and buried him in the hills what is there to be worried about Fry going down the hole? Even if that is impossible for Riddick to have done in that short amount of time especially without getting any blood on him." She remarked getting a glare from John's and small thankful smile from Fry.