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"Where are we going?" Jack asked as she leaned against the archway to the cockpit, looking at Riddick. He was lounging back in the pilot seat with space stretching out in front of him, but when she spoke he spun around to look back at her. The lights were at their lowest setting and his goggles were sitting on the ship's mainframe in front of him.

"Lupus 5," Riddick answered almost unsure that she had actually asked him anything. After all it had been three days since they left Freemont, and three days since she said anything to him. These four words were the first he had heard out of her at all, and after she merely nodded before sitting in the copilot seat he figured they were going to be the last he heard…

Jack frowned out at the stars and wondered if there was a cryotube hiding somewhere on the small ass ship. Lupus was at least two weeks away from what Jack knew, and she had gotten the distinct feeling that this ship was not actually made to entertain people for that long, though it was for some reason made to fly to at least that long.

There were four rooms… five if you counted a bathroom as an actual room. One was the cockpit, which was more like a closet with a window and a computer. Behind that was a common room/kitchen, and though the kitchen was stocked with food to eat the sitting area was nothing but that. It had a couch and an arm chair that had probably come standard, because Jack knew Riddick wouldn't have actually spent the time to buy the two things he technically didn't need. Then further back in what Jack guessed should have been a den of some sort, was a workout room where Riddick must have traded carpet for padded floors, and put up a punching bag. (It also contained the one and only bathroom on the ship.) Then last but not least was a bedroom which you had to climb a ladder in the common room to get to. Riddick had insisted she used the bed, and so she did, it was the only reason she knew it existed at all.

"Are you going to say anything else?" Riddick asked as he went back to leaning back in the chair, and looked over at Jack. "Or do I have to wait another three days for you to talk again?"

Jack turned her attention back to Riddick then. His silver eyes were on her and he was obviously waiting for a verbal answer, so looking at him dully apparently wouldn't cut it today like it had before. Jack thought about everything she could say, her face gave away that she was thinking about something, and Riddick didn't stop her from doing so. He even just watched as she turned her seat around, instead of grabbing it and turning it so she'd be facing him while she spoke.

Now, Jack thought through her options, and the consequences of everything she could say. Most of them would irritate Riddick at least a little, or pull some indifferent reaction from him. Only one that she could think off would really piss him off…

And right now Jack was feeling a little reckless…

"Ship…" Jack said prompting Riddick to sit up more and raise an eyebrow at her, before she blurted out, "Lights on high!"

With her bad deed for the day done Jack jumped up and ran for the back of the cabin to get to the workout room. She ignored the noise that had come from Riddick that was a mix of anger and extreme discomfort. Her hand was on the doorknob by the time Riddick growled for the ship to turn the lights off, and Jack didn't tempt fate by telling it to turn them back on. She was already in enough trouble as it was, she was sure.

Jack got the door open and rushed inside before she turned around trying to figure out where Riddick was. Her only idea came when she heard the door shut, trapping her inside. He was either leaving her in there to think about what she did (unlikely) or he was in there with her and he was going to do something to her.

And Riddick was indeed in the room with the wayward girl. He watched as she backed up further in the room vainly trying to find him as he came after her. Her little prank made him wonder what exactly she wanted him to do to her. The idea of her having cabin fever came to mind, but he discarded it in favor of the more likely idea that she just resented him for taking her from her friends.

He moved around her saying almost idly, "Now Jack, that wasn't very nice."

Jack didn't answer as she turned to face the direction his voice had come from, but when she backed up she hit the punching bag in the room. Paranoid, she jumped away from it after she elbowed it. She felt it swing and just barely touch her before she ran into something else. This more sturdy, and most certainly Riddick…

"Did you think you would get away with it?" He prodded quietly as she ducked away from him and effectively cornered herself. He moved after her and placed his hands on either side of her head before he leaned down and asked, "Or were you counting on it, that I wouldn't let you get away with it?"

Jack closed her eyes against the darkness, and tried to sink into the corner feeling suffocated by it, and by Riddick in front of her. The dark didn't scare her nearly as much as it did when she first got off of the first planet with Riddick and Imam, but now she instead just felt like it had her on a leash. She could never get too far from it, but the second she stepped all the way in it choked her, trying to keep her there. As for Riddick, Jack had never really been afraid of him, she just wasn't, but that however didn't stop her from being weary of what he could do to if he wanted especially after so long of him not being around.

When nothing else happened Riddick just frowned and brushed a curl from in front of Jack's face as he moved to lean on one of the walls next to him. "Do you really want me to punish you for it Jack?" He watched as her eyes opened, and he knew that if the lights had been on for her to see she would have looked at him in a way that asked what he was talking about. Instead he went on without her look, or even a question she might have asked. "Do you want me to punish you because you let me take you off that planet?"

Jack frowned; she wanted to see the look on Riddick's face. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or if he was just trying to get a rise out of her. Either way he was definitely fucking with her head… Her shoulders slumped as she leaned into the corner more and nodded. "I do…"

"Ship, lights on low," Riddick commanded gruffly. When Jack could see again and she looked at Riddick she knew he had been serious in asking her that.

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Riddick frowned in thought as he looked at the girl in his lap. He was leaning back against the wall as Jack rested against his chest. For some reason unknown to him he hadn't just laid her on the floor, so she could sleep off their spar on the padded floors, while he went back to sit in the cockpit again. Casual touching wasn't something Riddick often did, or ever did really. Actually, until Jack, touching someone else meant business or sex it was just how he was, how his animal was. With Jack though he didn't mind, his first thought wasn't how to end their contact as fast as possible.

He had first found this out on the way to New Mecca after the incident on the merc ship. Jack had come up behind him after she jolted awake, probably from a nightmare and hugged him from behind the chair he was in. Any other person who pulled that probably would have been sent flying into the windshield. Once Jack's sent invaded his senses though he just awkwardly patted her hands before asking what she thought she was doing. Imam had been asleep, otherwise he probably would have asked before she even got close.

Speaking of the holy man…

Riddick knew that eventually Imam would call to ask if he had gotten Jack, and he'd have to explain that he wasn't taking Jack back to him if that was even what Imam had in mind. Of course to get Imam to leave them be faster he'd lie, and say that their trail was too hot, mercs were looking for them too closely, and he couldn't take her back just yet. After all Jack didn't want to go back, so he figured that she wouldn't mind the lie, and eventually the lie that would probably come after that.

"Riddick…"

Coming out of his thoughts Riddick focused on Jack, expecting to find her looking up at him, but she seemed to still be sleeping. Tilting his head a little to get a better look at her Riddick frowned when he found that she looked upset. Her hand gripped his top and she curled up more against him.

"Riddick…" Jack mumbled again in her sleep.

He wrapped an arm around her when she tried to cuddle closer to him, which wasn't very possible as she was already on top of him. Her lips moved after that, but nothing actually came out. When she jerked in his hold a bit was when Riddick decided to wake her up, before she got worse and started thrashing or something. "Jack, Jack, get up," Riddick said firmly, trying to get her to respond.

It took a moment but Jack did open her eyes, and after a bit more she realized where she was before she quickly moved off of Riddick. Once she was settled and sitting next to him instead, she looked at him saying, "Sorry Riddick…"

"It's fine," Riddick grunted with a smirk once he caught her blush, "But what were you dreaming about?"

Jack frowned as she tried to pull the dream back; she could remember Riddick, but not much else. There was just a lot of darkness. Looking down and then back at Riddick she shrugged, only the movement made her cringe and remember just why she was laying on the floor with Riddick.

"I don't remember," Jack mumbled after the pain passed. After a second though she asked him, "I do however remember, faintly, landing a punch…" Jack shook her head before going on, "Not that it did anything huh?"

"No, there was actually more power behind you falling on me," Riddick said, deciding to let the dream go. She looked like she really didn't know; there was no use in trying to drag something she couldn't remember out of her. It was after all just a dream he supposed. "Though I guess in all fairness to you, you weren't trying very hard. You didn't try and block, your punches were lousy to say the least. You did better in that fighting ring so I know you're not just an incompetent fighter."

"Meh," Jack mumbled at him as she went to stand up. Instead though she fell back before she groaned saying, "I think you broke me…"

"You'll be fine," Riddick chuckled in the end. "Tomorrow though, you should try not to let me get behind you or at very least keep your hands up."

"Tomorrow?" Jack questioned as she watched Riddick rock up onto his feet. He merely grinned down at her before he started walking off. "Riddick! Riddick, I'm not sparing with you every day!" Grudgingly Jack pushed up onto her feet and only slightly winced when one of the muscles in her leg objected to being stretched. "Riddick, come back here, I'm not sparing with you anymore!"

Jack heard Riddick laugh deeply before she made it to the door and watched as Riddick dropped down into the arm chair grinning. He had won and Jack knew it… He hadn't said two words to her objections, to her claims, and yet he had won…

One day she'd hopefully figure out how exactly he did it.