A/N: Thanks to JacklynK again! 'feels all loved' lol. Managed to sneak some time in and get this written, hopefully it shouldn't be forever until the next chap. Enjoy!

Chapter 5 – Come and Get It

Heart drumming in her throat, pulsing uncontrollably through her body and creating the slightest of shakes through her young frame, the child tried to push her way further backwards into the closet, where her back hit solid wood with a soft bump. Cursing under her breath, she swallowed hard. Wrapping her arms around her knees as she drew them underneath her chin.

A scream from downstairs as her mother fought her father.

The sound of something smashing and then the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Whimpering...

More shouting. Heavy footfalls and then the quick heavy stomps on the stairs.

The bedroom doors being flung open, rooms ransacked in the frenzied search.

The closet door being torn from its hinges and a set of cold angry eyes glared down. "Lets see if you're just as much as a whore as your mother is you little bitch." Strong hands wrenching her from the safety of the closet as she was thrown across the room to hit the end of the large bed with a painful yelp.

"ALYSSA!" Her mothers' cry tore through the house as the man she called father beat down on her like an animal. Each hit leaving a tattoo in her memory. What had she done wrong?

The guard tossed a wary glance at the unconscious seizing figure in the cage behind him. Those were some good strong bars between him, the supposed emotionless killer chained within and from where he was standing, gun in arm, she looked like a helpless child having a bad nightmare. At least he was stood a good few ten feet away.

Only difference was, that he he'd seen the body count of her massacre across New Mecca, and seen the reports that came across over the galaxy to confirm her identity. The medic had seen to it that all her wounds were treated, despite a reasoned argument from the Chief and many other guards who just wanted to see her get sent back to slam where she belonged.

Now, instead of the black heavy clothes she had worn to conceal herself from the world before were replaced. Her slender but athletic body covered with a grey vest and black shorts.

His hazel eyes didn't miss the scars that decorated her arms and legs. His attention however was drawn back to the girls face. Dark chestnut hair drawn up in a messy braid that travelled down to her lower back, pale skin that looked like it hadn't seen the sunlight, or any light at all in years. Her full lips dry and cracked with a thin white scar interrupting the beauty of them on the left side of her lower lip, trailing about a inch down onto her chin.

What could drive a woman this beautiful to be a ruthless murderer? Breathing deeply, he turned away from her and tried to ignore the whimpers that escaped her mouth as she convulsed in her deep slumber.

Imam's House

Riddick involuntarily let out a soft growl. His plan had not gone the way he had hoped at all.

Flashback…

Silently making his way to the entrance of Imam's house, Riddick pushed the thoughts and images of the woman he had witnessed being captured only moments before. So that was Jack's guardian angel huh His inner beast chuckled. He'd definitely like to catch up with the woman; she'd saved Jack for him and killed a hell of a lot of mercs.

But right now, he had important matters at hand. Like talking with Jack. Explaining himself, and that part was not his favourite. He never had to explain himself to anybody and yet here he was for what had to be the first time in his life, worrying what he was going to say to the girl he'd suddenly grown an attraction to. Not a girl Riddick, not a little girl anymore He reminded himself almost angrily as his mind wandered back to the image of her hips swaying angrily ahead of him in the market.

Biting down on his lower lip, he opened the large wooden doors and quietly made his way into the building where he was greeted with the sight of Imam carrying a sleeping Ziza in his arms up to bed. "Ah, good to see you Richard." He whispered trying not to disturb his sleeping daughter. "Little one has worn herself out for the day, I shall be down in a moment." He chuckled and proceeded to carry on up the staircase as Riddick moved further into the house, headed for the kitchen where Lajun stood leaning against the counter, blowing at the steam rising from a drink clasped between her hands.

"Riddick." She tilted her head to him with a small smile in acknowledgement to his presence. He bowed his head slightly and removed the hooded cape he wore, his body tense.

"Is Jack here?" His deep voice ground out, quicksilver eyes hidden behind his dark goggles masking the curiosity they really held.

"Behind you Big Evil." He shot a look over his shoulder; surprised he hadn't heard her creep up on him, if she had at all. She's getting good at that… Turning his body fully to face her as she leaned against the wall, a hand on her hip as she stared at him through serious eyes, her lips pursed as she dropped her gaze to the floor, that was suddenly a hell of a lot more interesting. Riddick watched silently as she scuffled her feet.

A muffled giggle from upstairs caught their attention, and setting her drink down on the counter Lajun smiled to herself as she watched the two. Clearing her throat, both looked up at her. "I think I shall go help my husband settle Ziza." She pushed past Riddick's vast form making her way towards the staircase leaving them in silence.

"We need to talk." Jacks eyes snapped to his at the broken awkward silence. She merely nodded and moved slowly into the living area, sitting down on the arm of the couch as Riddick followed her uneasily.

Imam listened at the top of the stairs to the angry whispers being thrown across his living room and decided it would be better if he followed his wife back into their daughter's room.
"Stop being such an ass Riddick!" Jack bit out angrily. Her face flushed and merely inches from his as they continued to argue, for what seemed to have been for the last half hour, and their voices were starting to rise.

"Stop being so fuckin difficult!" He shot back eyes blazing, the goggles pushed back onto his forehead. "I've told you once and I'm only saying it one more time. You're staying here with Imam. I can't risk you with mercs on my back!" Jack laughed lowly and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Liar, you're just worried you'll end up jumpin' my ass." His eyes narrowed. "And back to that subject – why does it bother you so much?" His eyes shut momentarily as he breathed out heavily, a hand rubbing his right temple. "C'mon Riddick! Am I that repulsive?" He looked at her with an unbelieving expression and shook his head slowly.

"Jack, you're anything but." She frowned, her eyes showing her surprise. "I was s'posed to take care of you, not…" He swallowed hard and slumped onto the sofa behind him. "Not… Look, you grew up, it took me too long to realise that." He sighed and pulled the goggles from his head, toying with them in his lap.

"And what, now you like what you see?" His silence answered her question and her mouth gaped open for a moment before she caught herself. "You're not leaving me here to help me at all Riddick. I think we both know that I'm a little too far gone past the innocent barrier." She moved closer to him, sinking to her knees as she grasped his hands. "Look at me." DON'T look at her; do not look at her bad ass. It'll be your undoing. Don't do it. "Riddick…" Betraying himself he looked up into her green eyes and melted. How does she do that? Damnit!

Back to present

At his growl, Jack smiled against his neck between kisses as she made her way to his jaw line, one hand wrapped over his shoulder while the other rested against his chest. Who'd have thought that Big Evil would give in that easily? She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. Either way, if she was it would be yet another amazing dream about her and Riddick. They'd been going on for quite a while too.

"Jack…" He warned with a husky voice, that she only grinned at as she felt his hands slide further up her thighs as she straddled him on the sofa. She heard him swallow, his breath hitching as her lips brushed his featherlike. Bringing both of her hands to cup his face, she breathed a silent moan as his hands went to her hips, pulling her closer as they drowned into the kiss. Both blissfully unaware of the holy man descending the stairs until Riddick heard the first creak of the wood and pulled away abruptly.

He shot to the other side of the room, leaning against the fireplace, leaving Jack to sit blushing wide eyed sprawled across the sofa, her back to Imam who was totally unaware of what he had almost walked in upon.

Her eyes fixed on Riddick who stood staring into the fire with his jaw tight, rose from her position and turned to Imam with a sweet smile. "Ah, I see whatever the two of you were arguing about earlier is settled, yes?" His words caused Riddick look up in panic, but his face remained calm.

"You could say that." Jack's eyes flashed innocently. "Um, I'm kinda beat I think I'll go to my room, chill for a bit." She pursed her lips as she passed the holy man for the stairs, her eyes locking with Riddick's as she ascended.

"Alright child." Riddick scratched at the back of his head defeated. Women… His growled inwardly, looking down when something caught his attention.

"Where's my shiv?" He muttered aloud, to which Imam who had settled himself in the sofa raised an eyebrow. "Where the…" His eyes narrowed. Bitch

"Richard?" He looked towards the holy man and huffed storming towards the staircase a little faster than he expected.

"Bitch stole my shiv." He ground out, dismissing the protests from Imam to keep quiet as he shot upstairs towards one of the guest rooms. Jacks'. The soft glow of light appearing beneath the doorway as he approached, slipping the goggles back over onto his forehead, he stormed into her room without knocking to find her sat cross legged on the edge of her bed, shiv in hand and a wicked smile across her face.

"Took your damn time." She smirked as he closed the door not so quietly behind him.

"I'm gonna ask once. Give it back." Jack cocked her head to the side and licked her lips with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Come and get it." She sing sang. The breath was knocked out of her before she had chance to comprehend the impact of her words, and Riddick had her pushed back into the mattress in a searing kiss, her hand dropping the shiv to the floor as they became an entanglement of limbs.

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