Title: Unleash

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Chapter 2: Unfolding

Jack woke screaming, clutching the gun to her chest. Riddick's eyes, un-goggled, were on her, as were Imam's.

"Sorry," she stammered. "Bad dream."

"It is quite alright, child. Bad dreams come to all of us sometimes." Imam looked pointedly at Riddick as he said this, but getting no reaction from Riddick, he laid back down on the bench he was residing on and fell back asleep. Riddick merely shrugged and turned back to face the stars. Jack slowly got up, and carried the gun with her to join him in the copilot's chair. Her eyes darted between him and the viewport and all its rushing stars. But it was Riddick's quite voice that brought her out of her quite contemplations, startling her into turning to face him fully.

"Bad dream, huh? Chillingsworth, or someone else…" Riddick watched as her eyes darted quickly back to the sleeping form of Imam.

"I…I don't' know what you're talking about. There's no one else," she said a little too quickly she realized as Riddick lifted his goggles and turned his full stare on her. 'Damn,' she thought, blushing slightly, 'can't lie when he does that!'

"Fine, it was someone else…" Her eyes drifted from Riddick's as she was caught up in her memories of blood and screams.

"That bad, huh kid? So, tell me, how did you get on that ship? What are you like 10?" Jack could hear the mockery in his voice, and she so wanted to punch him for it. But she swallowed her anger and muttered something.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He knew his words would have the desired effect, and just like that she was dropping the weapon aiming a fist at his head. He caught it easily enough, and flicked his eyes up to hers. "Well, this doesn't look too good, Jackie. Nope, not good at all… So tell me while I got you here and I have your undivided," he practically purred the word," attention how old you are."

Jack tried to squirm away, but Riddick only increased his grip on her fist, making her wince. His animal was purring at having her under his control. Where she belongs… his animal purred at him and he had to fight hard not to agree.

"I'm 13 nearly 14." Jack bit out in the most acid tone she could muster while still starring daggers at him. Riddick only hummed, as if taking this in and adjusting his calculations off of it.

"And now, Jack, who was your first?" His tone was quite, but she could tell there would be no bullshitting him. If she ever wanted to get her fist back and it still work, she would have to give him something, if not the whole truth. He squeezed it slightly, confirming her worst fears.

"Some guy who tried to…well, he tried to…" Her words caught in her throat, and she had to really try and keep the choked tears from welling up. 'Stop this Jack!' she thought angrily at herself. 'You haven't thought of him in forever and he got what he deserved! If you hadn't killed him, he would have raped you and then probably slaved you out if not butchered you! Now get a grip on yourself!'

But it seemed that while Jack had been struggling with herself, Riddick had understood everything that she couldn't say and simply released her fist only to draw her into his lap and hold her.

"He deserved it, Jack. Father's aren't supposed to be sick fucks like that. What about the others?" He whispered quietly to her, urging her to tell him, if only to finally get it off her chest and be free of their ghosts. Jack's head was laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat and the calming rhythm had her telling him about everyone in a detached tone that surprised even her. He held her as she told him about the few that had cross paths with her, and he found himself relaxing with her in his arms. When she finally stopped talking, he looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep again. Cute kid, he thought smirking to himself. He thought about getting up and putting her back on the bench, but the times he would be able to hold her like this weren't going to come every day, and with his beast happily purring in content, he decided to let her sleep in his arms for a while longer. Several hours later Imam woke up to find Riddick holding Jack, lightly dozing.