Disclaimer: Again, none of these characters are mine.
Chapter 2
Night Time Terror's
Screams woke him up every night; this one was no different from any of the others. He lumbered out his bedroom door and into hers, in the pitch black of night, though he had no problem seeing in it. He walked slowly across the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. With almost no effort at all, he grabbed her and pulled her trembling body into his lap. With one hand, he rubbed her sweat soaked hair from her face.
"Its okay kid, I'm here now." He said in that same deep rumbling voice.
She was trembling and sobbing, "I don't see you, Riddick." She extended her hand to touch his face.
Riddick closed his eyes so she could run her finger tips over his face, "I'm here."
Jack traced his lips with her fingers as he spoke. "I dreamed you left me there. That you were going to let me die, and you didn't even care."
"Never," He pulled her up to his chest and cradled her in his arms, wiping away her tears.
"It's been three years, Jack, and your nightmares don't seem to be getting any better. Tell me what I can do. I want to help you, but I don't know how. I've taken you to so many therapists and psychologists, nothing's helping. Just tell me what to do, kid, and I'll do it. No questions asked."
Jack sighed, "I don't know." She clutched one of his large hands in hers and pulled it to her face. Feeling the warmth of his skin against hers was one thing that always chased her fears away. That and she loved being close to him.
Riddick left his hand there for a moment, lost in his thoughts, when he realized where his hand actually was he pulled it away slowly. "Okay kid, go back to sleep. Everything is alright now." He moved her from his lap back to the bed and stood up. With one last swoop of his hand, to remove hair from her face, he turned to walk away.
Jack protested, "NO! Don't leave me!" She grabbed Riddick's hand.
Riddick turned around, "Jack, it's time to go back to bed, you know that I am just in the next room. If you need me I'll be right here, in a second." He tried to pull his hand away but Jack clung onto him with all her might.
"No, Riddick please, just stay with me like you used to."
"I can't, Jack; you are old enough to sleep by your self. You don't need me to sleep with you. 'Sides you are getting older now and it's not right for me to be sleeping with you."
"Please, just till I fall asleep. That's all. I swear." She tugged at his hand.
Riddick growled, "okay, but only until you fall asleep, then I'm back in my bed. Not a second later."
Jack smiled and scooted over, "Okay, just till then."
Riddick lay down in the bed on his back, beside her. Jack scooted up against Riddick, her back to his side. She huffed and puffed a few times and squirmed around in the bed.
Riddick opened his eyes and looked over at her, not that she could see him, "Now what?"
"You gotta hold me otherwise I'm never going to go to sleep and you could be here all night." She smiled to herself, hoping Riddick couldn't see it.
Riddick huffed and rolled over on his side. He put his right arm over Jack's stomach and pulled her closer to him. He inhaled the sweet smell of her silky brown hair and said, "That better?"
Jack giggled a little, "much."
Riddick lay there thinking about how wrong it was for him to be in the bed with her, her being only sixteen, but something wouldn't let him leave. He listened to her breathing; it was softer and slower than before. She was asleep now; he didn't have see her to be able to tell that. He lay there a few minutes longer before deciding it was time to go back to his own bed. He pulled his arm back to his own body and got up cautiously, to keep from waking her. He stood staring at her, watching her sleep, for a long while. He rubbed his bald head with his left hand and sighed. He thought to himself 'what in the hell are you doing, pervert,' as he turned and slid out the open door.
He plopped down on his bed and his thoughts were racing. What was it that had changed him so much? Why did this young girl matter so much to him? Why was it that he seemed to never be able to look at her face enough? But most of all, why was she the last thing he thought of when he went to sleep and the first thing he thought of when he woke up? These were stupid questions. He knew that he couldn't care about her; he didn't care about any one. It was just an instinct, since she was living with him. That's what it had to be.
A/N: Please Read and Review, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with this one, let me know what you guys think. Sway
