So, I hope you guys liked chapter 5. It wasn't that interesting, but it was needed for the following. If things seem to start going much faster, it's not just you. There was a big-theory plot going behind this story, and I want to get to it. I've barely brushed the topic with chillingsworth in the last chapter, and I want to hurry it a bit because there's some fluff coming up for those who have been waiting for it. I've written it already, but it may not be in this chapter. If not, it will definitely be in the next chapter 100... So stay tuned if you want some bone-breaking, soft core sex... I mean... unisex bathrooms. Ok, that was really random.

P.S. There are new characters that I've already had pictures of them in my mind.

Raina Castroph (rain-ah castroff)- Milla Jovovich in a tanner Resident Evil look

Juniper Francem (fransem)- Jewel Staite with light brown hair and purple/blue eyes

Russ - Ian Holm... height and all... fifth element look

Murdoch Castroph- Matthew Davis...as is

P.S. I've decided that is really my creative outlet and it's getting really annoying and lengthy to go and edit all these chapters with my editor. So the following chapters from me will not be edited, so sorry for comma-freaks out there, but I just want to get the idea going. I want to give you my creations. This way you get what you want MUCH faster, yet you have to read crappy, fast-written, first-draft writing. Have fun. If it becomes too much of a problem, p.s. it in a review and I'll see what I can do.

peace -MOOSEY

Chapter 6

Jack's head throbbed like no other. She pressed her hand against her forehead, but the pain wasn't stopping and the room still wobbled. She clamped her eyes shut until the pain started to lessen.

"We can't just kill her." A low womanly voice whispered.

"Why not?" A younger voice whined.

"Firstly because she is of our kind. Secondly she is important, by some means, to Riddick. We cannot do that."

"If we let her go, Riddick is bound to go after her. I'm sure of it. The only sure way to make sure this all falls through is if she dies by the hands of those he obviously doesn't trust."

Jack moaned. She wouldn't open her eyes just yet. The floor beneath her was smooth and warm. She assumed she was still on the ship since she could still smell the awful clean air. Her face was stuck to the ground, so she knew she had been out for a while.

"Raina-" the voice whined again with more demand.

"Silence," a soft growl hushed the arguing pair. "She is awake if you haven't noticed."

At the hearing of her presence, she strained to open her eyes. She found that they were starting to work much better and she could see somewhat straight.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jack's voice came out gruffly. It hurt to speak, but she would swallow it.

"Come child," the older man soothed to her. He placed large strong hands on her forearm and shoulder blade. Jack looked up and, for the first time, she could see her captors clearly. The man who was helping her was not as old as she thought. Of course he had silvery gray hair, but his tanned skin, soft blue eyes, and no sign of wrinkle told her otherwise. There was also that factor that he had strength she never thought he could posses.

Jack pushed him away, although there was something very serene about this man. He didn't seem like the others, or smell like a Monger. Why? Jack asked herself over and over. Something just didn't fit right.

The man smiled a bit. "What a breed," he sighed and sat next to Jack. Rather than getting up and running away from her kidnappers, she stayed where she was. The man calmed her down by just siting. It was weird. Too weird for Jack.

"What do you want?" Jack asked rougher than she had intended. She wanted to warn her abductors, but not put herself in a bad position.

"Just to talk." The gruff old man spoke relaxed like a summer breeze. A welcomed voice to Jack's ears.

She didn't like it.

"We're here to kill you." A small girl with brilliant reddish brown hair piped. She had dark brown eyes and a pale face. What seemed to be chest-length hair was braided in all sorts of fashion. She glided towards Jack, but the old man gave her a look, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Jack guessed he was the leader. She also realized how many people were actually in the room. There was the aging man, the one who openly voice her position on how they should treat Jack, another woman of an abnormally tall figure, and a quiet-but-I'm-a-sex-god man in the back.

"Juniper," the elderly one continued from his stare, not taking his eyes off of Jack. "You must embrace the newcomer. She does not know of our world."

"Hey, woah, woah, woah. If you try that conversion shit on me, I will kill you." Jack gave the leader a stone-cold glare. She meant it. She would not be brainwashed by pious psychotics.

"We wouldn't have it any other way, my young daughter."

"And you're not my father." Jack spat. She was liking this situation less and less.

"No, not in your sense, but on Furion everyone is my child."

"Lucky son-of-a-bitch. Who are those lucky ladies." It took her a few more seconds to realize he had said Furia. No way in hell...

"The people are my children and the plants and animals are my children as well." The man continued with a small smile."

"Listen, I've never met God, and I don't plan on it, so why don't we cut this short and-"

The old man chuckled. "I am nowhere near a god, young Jack. I am here to show you the way."

"What way and where does it lead to?"

"Always getting ahead of yourself. Young Furians." He sighed.

Jack stood now. The two women crowded her. "Stop talking about Furians like you are one. You have no idea about their kind." Jack figured this was some Monger's idea to push her to doing something stupid. "They are humans just like your stupid neroMonger people. They had a faith just like your goddamned religion." Jack started to get a little teary eyed. As much as she cared about Riddick, no one deserved to be the only one who understood.

The old man smiled sadly. "My name is Russ. You have such a heart. It is nice to see that among our race again." He pressed on. "For centuries the Furians have lived peacefully in their own world. About a century ago, our great commander, Marian Aldus, thought to think of westernizing our kind. Though we were only dependent on ourselves, he said it would broaden our narrow-minded ways by cultivating with others not of our breed. He wanted people to travel the universes and trade to gain the knowledge of life outside Furia.

"So we tried to be open-minded. We ended up being stars among the galaxies. Everyone who had been forbidden to see our planet wanted to learn about our culture. We showed them with open arms. Our usually uptight community turned out to be a soft-side group of people just wanting to learn.

"But as the decades grew on, war came about in neighboring planets. They looked to the great Furians for help, but we didn't want to help. It was me and mine game of neutrality. However, we quickly found out that the side we should have chosen was diminished in a matter of years. The Necromongers, they called it. A leap of faith in the divine holy half dead.

"We, a free-spirit planet, didn't want anything to do with the Necromongers, but we were next. They came upon us like the cold wrath of a god. We were blaster and lazered into oblivion. We couldn't stop them, so we died out.

"By some miracle, a few of us who were doing trade with other universes or on a political agenda in another world, survived. We were sent into hiding. No one could have survived after they blew up our planet. We lived among the lowest of the low. Years later we found that one of our own had turned against us and joined the Necromonger faith. However, he turned to us and delivered secret messages, knowing we were alive. He told us of a man who may be able to destroy the Necromongers, their faith, and all who are enslaved to it. The bonus was revenge against he innocent who died. Of course, we questioned. The infamous Richard B. Riddick. How long it had been since I heard that name. Riddick. How he got the name, I'm not quite sure, but he had the name of a Furian. A very old name and very rich family."

Jack wanted to snigger at the fact that Riddick came from a rich family. How he would have laughed if he had heard this. Maybe he has heard of this.

"So we are here to bring the downfall of the Necromogner faith by means of Riddick." Russ finished with a start.

"So what does all of this have to do with me." She stared at the man in awe. So Riddick wasn't the only surviving Furian.

"Well, you are going to help us."

"I think that this should just be left to you handy Furians, and leave me out of this."

"That's just it. It's surprising you never thought that maybe you are a Furian."

"I like to surprise, but I'm... a Furian? What the hell are you rambling about?"

"You are, my gifted child, a Furian. You see, after we decided to open up our world, we had rogue Furians leave the planet for good. Although few in numbers, there were both male and female." He left it at that with a knowing smile. "You are going to fake a death." He boomed out randomly. Jack jumped at the sudden change of tone. This one was demanding and not-so much more comforting as the old tone was.

"No. I'm not." Jack growled stubbornly. "I'm leaving this god forsaken ship for good. Riddick can leave them or not. I'm sick of this and sick of him." The part about being sick of Riddick wasn't entirely true, and she had a feeling that the Furians didn't believe her. "I don't care. If you want me to be a stone-cold killer and destroy the Mongers one knife at a time, so be it, but I won't fake a death just so you can get Riddick all pissed off. I won't do it." Jack stormed off.

She didn't see the smiling face on Russ...

When Jack got on the main landing, she kept to herself, tightening the cloak around her. No one would notice her get off, she swore of it.

Jack let thoughts wander, but that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention. Chiefly for Lady Vaako who, especially since Jack's outburst in the boardroom, was always on her back. Jack welcomed and hated the greeting of rumbling at her feet. The planet sized ship was landing on the water planet. It was only famous for their triple max prison deep in the canyons and oceans that made up the geography of the planet. It was one of the three triple max prisons left in the world.

"Time to say hello to some old friends."

All of the sudden Jack found herself weaving in and out of the crevices on the plain water planet. She knew she wouldn't go back to the prison, but it was nice to think that she still had that I'm-too-good attitude. Hours flew by, but they only felt like minutes. She knew that if she covered her trails, it would be much harder for Riddick to find her. Harder, but not impossible. It was almost as if she wanted him to come after her. She liked having him around. He was so much like her, or, maybe, she was so much like him.

Maybe it's a Furian thing. She couldn't believe her ears. She remembered the first time she had heard the name. It had been when she first met Riddick. Or sometime around then. She tried studying all she could about them, but after many tries, she gave up. Necromongers knew how to cover a trail. Even she, a great hacker, couldn't find files about Furia. Yet this man, Russ, gave her the whole five-minute history lesson in less than a minute.

She still couldn't believe she was a Furian. All this time she wondered where she belonged. She still didn't know. All she knew was that she was different. But how? It was too much of a coincidence that she was this amazing creature and Riddick was one as well. Jack couldn't tell what was truth and what wasn't, but she wasn't going to worry about it.

She did decided, however, to give herself a rest in a small cold cave. The cave was about as tall as she was and about the length of ten yards. She didn't know how she sense this considering she couldn't see much past her own shadow.

She sat for only five minutes when she heard the ground above her sift. She sighed waiting for the inevitable. She took a sip of water from an old canteen and prepared for the worst.

Jack rested quietly against the hard rock wall. Her hands sifted through the rubble mindlessly as a tall lean figure entered her cave. He stood there, all six feet of him, silently like the night sky.

"I need your help." Riddick broke the silence.

"Whoa. Richard needs my help? Where's the audience when you need it?" Jack smiled devilishly.

Riddick shook his head and his lips curled as if he knew this would be the answer. He sat across from her in the cave. "No, I ask so you will stay out of trouble and I won't have to save your ass again."

"Correction you saved Kyra's ass, not mine."

"Close enough."

Jack glared. "So what does this mission entail?"

"A trip."

"Why do I have a feeling that this isn't a vacation?"

"Because we're going merc hunting."

"So a long complicated mission in which we probably won't come out alive just so we can save your tail?"

"Exactly."

"I'm in," Jack shrugged. She couldn't believe that she just bailed on her entire excavation and running away mission all in mere seconds. What the hell was she thinking? You're not thinking.

"Sure you don't want to go to the triple max first?"

"They have a dirty dark cell waiting for me just incase I drop in, but they're not holding their breath." Jack laughed.

Riddick stood and Jack hopped up to follow. Don't waste time do ya big boy? "How are your children going to react to this?" Jack reffered to his "loyal" subjects.

"Not well. But they'll keep their mouths shut, or I'll sew those lips together."

"Never could see you as a seamstress."

"It's never a pretty picture."

"Sounds good to me," Jack smiled.

"You are way too much of a happy person, you know that?"

Jack shrugged, "I try." She laughed.

…

"But sir, don't you think it's too much of a risk to go out there alone?" Aram piped.

Riddick still did not respond. His jittery assistant squeaked his worries to his Lord Marshall.

"He's not alone. I'm going with him." Jack smiled jokingly.

Aram glared at Jack. "And bringing her along is probably not the wisest idea." Aram kept watching Jack.

Jack continued loading the small skiff. The skiff was the same one Toombs used to get to Crematoria with just a few new additions from the Necromonger mechanics.

Jack finished organizing the boxes and grabbed her small black bag with a few clothing pieces Riddick allowed her to take from the closet.

Jack looked at the small man, put her hand on his shoulder (in which he shrugged off in disgust) and sighed. "Don't wet yourself over it, Aram."

Jack then turned and walked to the pilot's chair watching the smirk on Riddick's face straightened as he prepared to tell his officers goodbye.

Jack started up the ship and quickly rewired the motherboard so that they wouldn't be followed. She didn't spend time with mercs for nothing. She heard boots clanking and shut the door.

"Rewire the system?"

"Do you take me for an idiot? Of course," Jack rolled her eyes.

"Atta girl." Riddick pat her head and walked off. Jack gave a questioning look at this new gesture.

They were about three weeks away from Chillingsworth's ship, but, calculating their speed, it would, at the most, take two weeks with a short pit stop in between.

The skiff was very small. Besides the pilot and copilot's chairs there was a decent size lavatory and a small bed that came down from the wall panel. The four boxes took up one corner. One box was food, one was supplies, first aid kit and the last two were weapons. Riddick had to pick the best of his weapons to fit only two boxes.

Jack put the skiff on auto pilot. She leaned back on the leather chair and rocked herself. She looked 'out at the endless space and stared at the stars. She lost herself in thoughts of her past, present, and future.

She remembered the time she spent with the mercs. Part of her felt guilty that she had lied to Riddick twice about her past with mercs. Her stomach turned at the things they had done to her.

And now they were flying right back to where it all started for her. Her new life, that it. She was sure Riddick didn't have a plan. He would just go in and wing it. That's what made him amazing. He was that good. Jack, however, knew they would need a plan. Besides she hadn't been to lucky with just "winging" it. She had worked her ass of to be this good.

In the Academy, everyone believed she would fail, so she pushed herself to the max physically and mentally. She had to be stronger, faster, and emotionally tougher than any other male. In addition, she had to ace her history, physics, mechanics and calculus classes. She easily scored first in history, mechanics, and physics. Calculus was something she had to study night and day and understand it like the back of her hand.

The Academy was all about competition. She knew the only reason she ot second was because the Academy's Elite would be ashamed to have a woman at top.

Theo, who ended up as number one, knew it too and paid his respects. He was the only one. Theo had been her only friend throughout the four years she was at the Academy. She never found out what happened to him.

Well, with so much time to kill, she decided that's exactly what she would do.

Jack turned to the computer hooked with the ship's motherboard. Her fingers moved quickly and silently as she searched for her friend.

Riddick sat next to her. He looked over her shoulder, and she shifted uncomfortably. Jack hated when people looked over her shoulder.

"Do you mind?" She asked, irritated.

"McClain?" Riddick whispered the question.

"Yes, Theo McClain." Jack huffed. Riddick looked at her. "He was at the Academy with me."

Riddick still stared, eyes piercing.

"He was my friend alright! The only one." Riddick still looked at her. "You know what? Just shut up. I don't want to hear it." Jack glared.

Jack ignored Riddick as much as she could, and continued to search her old friend. She found the alumni page and read.

Riddick watched Jack quietly. As much as she hated the Academy, looking for this guy seemed extremely important to her.

She had definitely changed since he left her on New Mecca. Well, duh, dumb ass. It's been almost seven years. Twenty one. That's how old she was going to be this year.

She looked intently at the screen as if her eyes were gloed there. Riddick noticed small details about her while she read. There was a very small curve of the ends of her lips and her eyes were distand in another life and memory. Her calm, almost happy, emotion quickly changed. Jack's eyes shined and she bit her lower lip. She only bit her lower lip when she was pissed, in deep thought, or really upset. She blinked quickly.

Riddick reached out and touched her cheek, a feather of a touch, and looked away from the screen to Riddick. Her green eyes were nothing like the teary set a few seconds ago. She was stone cold once again.

"Jack," Riddick looked into her eyes.

"Yes," Jack seemed to wake up.

"What happened?"

"Mercs took him hostage and he's listed as KIA even if he's technically missing!" Jack sighed. "But I can't hope that he's alive. The memory of her only friend smiling that million dollar smile burned in her brain, branding every look he ever gave her.

"You Ok?" What a dumb ass question, Richard. This is why you don't talk.

Jack smiled, "I'm just tired."

Riddick gave a settled sound, but realized he hadn't figured the sleeping situation. "We don't have much. Take the bed."

"The bed is big enough for two."

"Yeah, and I'm two men too big."

"Shut up. It'll be fine." Jack stood to pull the bed from one of the walls. She added sheets, a comforter from one of the boxes, and a pillow. "Only one?"

Riddick shrugged and Jack shook her head. She walked into the lavatory and grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste. She started to brush her teeth when Riddick walked in. There wasn't much room for both of them, so Jack moved to the bed. She sat with her legs crossed in a meditative position. She waited patiently scrubbing every tooth as if she hadn't brushed in days.

Riddick went to the pilot's chair and checked on things. When he came to sit on the bed he just gave her a look.

"What? I've gone weeks where they wouldn't let me brush my teeth, so I don't know when the next time my mouth will be this clean."

Riddick didn't say anything as Jack went back to wash her mouth out. She came back and plopped on the bed.

"You don't have a plan do you," she stated. Riddick was quiet. "You know we're probably going to need a backup plan if you're surprise attack doesn't work." He still wouldn't talk. "You really don't care if we don't have a plan, do you?" She waited. "Yeah, I guess your right, but if I'm killed, I'm blaming you." Riddick looked at Jack.

"What?" She asked. She knew that look.

"Are you going to tell me the truth now?"

"What?"

"You're a good liar, Jack, but you're not that good."

"What?"

"I know you've lied to my face twice. Did you really think I wouldn't realize it. I knew you weren't ready, so I allowed your lie, but now I want the truth. And don't say what again."

"You like to change topics," Jack grumbled. "Well, what I told you about the Academy is true. They still can't figure out how I completed a six year course in four years. I guess I was pretty determined to find you." Jack pulled the covers over her cold body. "They assigned me to a first class fighter plane. Most people don't achieve that in a lifetime, but top ten students are privileged to have that spot. I chose to leave Helion Prime and join a merc ship. I could help mercs while looking for you. Flare, the captain, took a liking in me right away. I guess it's because I was a quick and a willing learner. He took me under his wing and taught me everything. I believe that started to make his second in command a little jealous. Kyra was infatuated with Flare. It had taken her months for him to notice her and took me less than a few weeks.

"She tried to find out as much as she could about me. She became a little too passionate and preoccupied with Flare, if you ask me. When she told Flare I graduated from the Academy, their enemies, he became more interested and obsessed with teaching me the trade. This broke her completely. At first, she threatened me by bringing me back to T2. I told her I'd probably rather die, and she tried to kill me on a few occasions, but either Flare, or myself stopped her.

"Then she found my connection with you, and there lies the problem. See, at the time, the price for you alive was… well… priceless for any merc." Jack sighed. "The only thing that interested Flare more than me or sex was money. A real merc, he was. I told him of my "short" encounter with you, and he offered me 50/50 on the deal. I said I didn't know where you were, and they believed I was lying. So, that's where they began the torture process. I guess I was going to be used as bait. I escaped two weeks after that to go completely into hiding and search for you on my own, but they already had a stage set for Crematoria. I guess I was bait after all. I didn't find out about you and the Necros until about a month before you saw me. I figured out what had happened with bits of info. It didn't surprise me that Kyra would go to great lengths for Flare. And that," she breathed, "Was six years in a nutshell."

Riddick was silent for a while, but Jack couldn't stand it. She remembered all the torture and how betrayed she had felt when Flare broke her. Tears slowly fell. One by one.

Jack used the blanket to wipe the tears away and partially to hide her face. She felt Riddick move closer and he hugged her tight. The hug itself only last a second, but he kept a comforting and protecting arm around her. She pulled her face up and looked at Riddick not caring that her face must've looked like a squashed tomato.

She realize then, as Riddick wiped a tear away, that he wouldn't judge her. He wouldn't look at her as an inferior, bad leg, or a weakness. She knew she could trust him with more than her life. She knew that when it came to Riddick (and now Jack) emotions were more important than their lives. Protecting their lives was much easier than protecting their feelings, especially for each other. They played the I-don't-have-emotions-game.

Woah! Hold up, Jack. You can not have feelings for Riddick again. It was hard enough leaving the first time. You have to think of Riddick's safety before you're damn emotions and having feelings for him is not helping right now. Besides, you're still a kid to him, and you always will be.

Jack stood suddenly and the heat of her body left Riddick too quickly for his liking. Riddick knew in his mind he shouldn't be developing emotions for Jack, but his dick was telling him differently.

Jack turned and leaned on the door frame to the bathroom shaking her head in her hands.

"What's wrong Jack?"

"I can't do this," she mumbled.

"Do what?"

"This trip. You can leave me Penn Station on our way. It's only four days away."

"Why?"

Jack's eyes flashed angrily, "Don't you see why, Riddick? Because I can't have feelings for someone who still thinks I'm a kid!"

"Feelings?"

"Yes, feelings where I want more than just talk. Don't you see that. Oh, right, you don't have feelings Mr. Macho. I can't do that!"

"Jack," Riddick wanted to laugh, but he knew she was serious.

"Don't Jack me. I don't want to hear it Richard."

Riddick stood up and walked behind Jack, barely touching her and made her look into the mirror.

"Do you see a kid, Jack? Honestly… Do you really believe I would be feeling that if you thought you were a child?" Riddick pressed himself closer and Jack's eyes widened in surprise at the feel of his erection pressing her back.

Jack turned and looked into Riddick's eyes. "Riddick… we can't. Everything would be messed up and-"

Riddick put a finger on her lips. "Remember what I used to tell you about just living in what is here and don't plan your future because then you won't have one."

Jack nodded as Riddick dipped down to kiss her. He paused a second, thinking along the same thought as Jack was just a second ago. Would this really change anything? Would it change everything? Was it worth the change? The risk?

Jack answered it for him as she pressed her lips against his. Her hands floated around his neck and her fingertips pressed lightly against the back of his head. She changed quickly and her palms pressed his back jaw line leaving her fingers to massage the tip of his neck.

Jack's mouth opened, inviting, licking the edge of his lips. Riddick slipped his tongue and savored the taste. She pressed her body against his, pushing him against the wall. She wouldn't give him a chance to breakaway. That was Ok with him. He hadn't been planning on it.

Jack pinched the collar of Riddick's shirt and pulled it over his head, letting it fall to the cold tile. Her hands slid down Riddick's chest, feeling every line of muscle.

Riddick's hands stroked her long torso and lowered them to her butt, grabbing it lightly. He picked her up, enjoying the small surprised sound she made as she had to come up for air. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He turned to the small bed. With one hand he held himself up as he put her down. She wouldn't let go. Instead she left a trail of kisses down his jaw line and to his collar bone.

The animal side in Riddick was going crazy, so he just let it flow.

Jack didn't realize what was happening. It was all whirring by at the speed of light. She didn't care. She would take this night for all Riddick would give her and be normal again come tomorrow morning.