Chapter Three: Breakfast

River… Riddick sat slumped in the pilot's seat with his feet up on an empty space on the control panel in deep thought. He'd been there for just over two hours and was just starting to think about cryo-sleep when a thudding sound roused him into action. Sliding down the ladder he came to find River's restraints picked open and thrown in the doorway. What the hell is this girl? Riddick decided to worry about after getting something to eat, heading for the food bay, he didn't notice a shaded figure pinning herself to the ceiling.

She watched him pass under her and into the food bay before lowering herself down quietly. Her stomach growled in protest to her backing away from the source of food. Food comes when I know what I'm doing. She slapped a hand over her stomach when it growled even louder and climbed up into the cockpit. Glancing round, she soon found the control panels that would tell her where this ship was heading. The panel flashed to life as she touched it and the name FURYA popped up when she typed in her request. Furya? Why the hell is he going there? It's a dead planet, right?

"You're full of surprises."

The voice startled her at first but she knew exactly who it was, there was only one other person on board as far as she knew. River turned to face him and found that he was a lot closer than she first thought, right up in her face, noses practically touching.

"So are you."

Her voice squeaked slightly from the close proximity of the universe's most dangerous man.

"At least you're not shakin' this time."

"I don't like not being able to see, s'all."

She hissed her words at him spitefully, she hated being in a situation she can't control. She tried stepping round him but was just met with more of his face. She tried the other side and the same happened. Clenching her fists, she took a deep breath and blew it out harshly in annoyance. Glancing to the console, she noticed the time and decided that no matter how dangerous this guy was, he wasn't going to stop her from eating. Stepping to one side, and blocked once again by Riddick's solemn face, she slipped under his arm and walked calmly towards the ladder.

"Breakfast?"

"You cookin'?"

A wicked smirk spread across her full lips as she started down the ladder.

"For me, yeah."

Riddick watched her from the doorway as she moved around in the kitchen area gathering things to make breakfast with. She glides like a bird. Despite her tatty clothes she still looked like she belonged in a palace made of sapphires and diamonds. He tilted his head, she was something completely new to him and he couldn't understand it. And he hated not being able to understand things.

"You just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me?"

He hadn't notice her turn around to face him. She had an eyebrow raised at him, hands on her hips and foot tapping the metal floor. There was a smile on her lips as he sighed then stepped in and took over.