Chapter 12

The Unexpected

Morning came and the sun rose, Jack awoke hours after Riddick had, and found herself alone in her bed. A smile crossed her lips as the memory of what the night had held came flooding back. She moved under her sheets, attempting to stretch, but the pain in her muscles quickly caused her to stop. She whimpered and groaned as she thought, 'Damn, I need to be more active. I really hope I don't feel like this every time.'

Being careful, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, again trying to stretch. She smiled again when she saw the pile of her clothing in the middle of the floor. Apparently Riddick had taken his clothes with him when he left. She wasn't surprised; she knew how much he hated to leave clothes lying around. Quickly she threw on a pair of panties, some athletic type shorts, and a black tank top. Taking her hair down from it's, now very messy pony tail, she brushed it out then put it back up, and walked out of her bedroom. She didn't see Riddick anywhere. He wasn't in the bathroom, because the door was open and there was no sound, nor was he in his bedroom. She walked down the hallway, hoping he would be in the living room, but was surprised to see the only thing in the living room was furniture. Shrugging, she walked through the dining room into the kitchen. That was when she saw a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator.

She tore the note off the refrigerator and read it aloud.

Jack,

I had to go out for a while. I will be back by dinner time.

I didn't want to wake you when I left so please don't be mad.

I'll see you tonight.

-Riddick

Jack groaned, crumpled the note into a small wadded ball in her fist and threw it into the trash bin. She didn't know why but for some reason she wasn't at all happy that Riddick had left her alone. She didn't know how long he'd been gone or even when he was coming back. Sure he said in his note that he would be back for dinner, but that wasn't a specific time. Dinner never occurred at the same time, on any night. She huffed and walked back into the living room.


Jack's POV

I threw myself down on the couch and flipped the television on. Surprisingly enough the movie we'd started last night was still playing. No, the actual movie wasn't on but the menu was up. Apparently Riddick hadn't taken the time to turn everything off properly. I can't believe he was actually going to watch this with me. Ha ha, I got Riddick to watch a chick flick, something in life are so wonderful. And most of those things just happen to have something to do with him… What the hell happened last night? My god… It was everything I've ever dreamed it would be and so much more. He's wonderful, I'm wonderful, this house is wonderful… Okay so everything is just wonderful.

And now, here's that stupid ass grin… Damn. I know how stupid I look when I smile and frankly, it's pretty stupid. My teeth show and my lips get all thin and stretched looking. I have to stop smiling. But I can't. Ha. Isn't that funny?

Why hell no, it isn't funny! It's stupid! Fucking grin.

On to something totally different now…There is officially nothing on the television and I sure as hell am not going to watch this shitty movie. But why is it that I can't get him out of my head? It's so stupid; I'm just like some little thirteen year old girl again… Wait, that's how old I was when I met him… He was my idol then. He was everything and now he is everything! I'm so fucking stupid. Like it meant anything to him. And I told him I love him… That was dumb. FUCK! Why do I make things so complicated?

That's it. I've had enough of my thinking, it gets me no where and fast. This is stupid. And there isn't a damn thing I can watch to get my mind off of this shit. So, I'm going to turn this off and go… Take a shower, yeah, that's it, I'm going to take a shower.

End Jack's POV


Jack took an extra long shower, longer than even her normal showers. The main reason for the long shower was to try and alleviate some of the tenderness in her muscles. No, she wasn't exactly aching allover, but she did have a fair bit of pain, that was to be expected though. It wasn't like she often used the muscles she had while she was with Riddick. But she thought this little pain was well worth it. She, for some reason, couldn't convince herself that she hadn't dreamed the whole thing, but the soreness in her muscles told a different story. It all just seemed too good to be true.

Once she was out of the shower, dry, and dressed in a pair of form fitting light wash jeans and a navy blue fitted t-shirt, with no shoes, of course, she decided it was time she cleaned her room. Cleaning her room included stripping her bedding from her bed and washing it. It wasn't that her bed was dirty; she just couldn't stomach having to sleep in her sheets unless they were washed. It just didn't seem very hygienic to sleep in them since she knew how much she'd… sweat last night.

Cleaning was one way she could busy herself and pass the time until Riddick was back home. Jack didn't quite know what she was going to say to him, or if she could even face him when he did come home, but she kept herself busy so she wouldn't think about it. The more she thought about what happened, the more she doubted herself and Riddick. It wasn't healthy to keep having negative thoughts and that was one thing she knew for sure, even if she didn't know anything else.


Riddick's POV

I can honestly say getting out of that bed this morning was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I didn't want to disturb her by leaving but I have to work. There are thing I am responsible for and my job is one of those things. If I hadn't heard that damn phone going off, I wouldn't have had to leave… Damn my heightened senses.

So, 'The Man' informed me that Rockwell will be moving planets very soon and I am to take care of him just as soon as the opportunity presents its self. I don't see what the big deal is, but again, I'm not paid for thinking. I'm paid to take care of these fucks and that's what I plan to do. My recon hasn't exactly been what it's supposed to lately, but I do have other things I have to do as well. What kind of a man would I be if I didn't do something for the kid on her birthday… The kid, ha ha. I guess I can't really call her that anymore. But I'm right, she is just a kid. What the hell did I do?

What was I thinking? Apparently I wasn't thinking, that's the problem. I don't know what possessed me to let things get that far. I'm too old for her, she's just a kid, and what I did to her wasn't right.

But I keep hearing her words ringing in my ears. Even though her voice was barely a whisper, the words seem to be shouted in my head. 'Riddick, I love you.' It's over and over again.

I sighed heavily. I can't think about this right now, I need to be focused. What the hell would happen to me if I went in and didn't concentrate on the business at hand? I'd probably fuck up and end up getting hurt, definitely not killed because I'm the one that does the killing, but hurt, maybe.

The train ride was as bearable as usual, though with less people than usual. Surprisingly I didn't have to glare once. But now I've got a hell of a walk ahead of me. I really don't want to be here today. I don't want to be at home either… There are too many things I need to sort out. Fucking sidewalk. Look at all of these mindless idiots walking about. What the hell are they in such a hurry for anyway? I'm the one that's got business to do, and it doesn't have to do with computerized equipment.

Twenty minutes, I've walked for twenty minutes. And for what? To get the privilege of standing outside some building waiting for a man that I could give a shit about.

What in fuck's name was I thinking when I decided to go back to doing this? I should just be killing people I want to kill, instead of killing people others want me to kill. Hell, at least I get paid for it.

Well, I'm here and, I don't see him. I don't see him anywhere. Nor do I see that bimbo I saw him with last time I was here. I better not have just had to leave Jack at home to come out here and not find him. I will definitely have to bust someone's fucking head if I made this trip for nothing.

End Riddick's POV


Riddick waited outside Kent Rockwood's building for just over two hours and hadn't seen a single sign that the man was inside. Finally, he gave up, a little more than frustrated, and began his walk home. He'd wasted most of his day waiting on a man that he couldn't even find. Nothing infuriated him more than when things didn't go his way, and nothing seemed to be going right since the time he woke up. He was going to get home to Jack and just have a nice quiet evening with her and dinner.

The more he thought about the fact that he'd just wasted his day, the angrier he became. And the angrier he became, the more the beast stirred. The beast didn't just become active when he wanted the attention of a woman, it also became active when Riddick was angry, and well, this was about the time for it to read its ugly head. It was never a good thing when the beast came out, especially when Riddick was furious, and he was well on his way there.


Jack sat curled up on the couch, watching television, she couldn't think of anything better to do since she'd finished cleaning her room hours ago. She wasn't sure how long exactly it had taken her to settle on watching some show about sexually based crimes, for some reason she really liked those. Not to mention, the main male character was pretty attractive. She was deeply submersed in the show when she was startled by a banging sound on the front door. She turned down the volume on the television, hoping the sound had come from her show, but it hadn't and she knew it.

Before she knew what had happened, the front door swung open, nearly coming off its hinges. Jack jumped off the couch only to move into the line of sight of some man she'd never seen. She had expected to see Riddick standing there, but that's not who she saw. No, the man she saw definitely wasn't Riddick. This man was a bit shorter than him but built like him, and had dark hair and wore a sinister grin.

Without a seconds more hesitation, Jack turned to run away. Just as she'd turned she was grabbed from behind and thrown into the wall of the living room, causing her to hit her head. The last thing she saw as she fell was the man standing over her with that same grin plastered on his face. Right before she passed out she thought, 'Oh god.'


A/N: I know, I know, I suck! I'm sorry it's been so long, but I've had a hell of a time with this chapter, and I really do hope it isn't as big a pile of shit as I think it is. Do let me know what you think, please! I'm beggin here... And suggestions are more than welcom, I need some ideas! But you have to ask your self this; Who is this mistery man and why is he in Jack and Riddick's house? think about that then review for me ;) please? Sway