A.N. Haha, everyone thought that I had abandoned this story. :grins: think again!
Disclaimer: If Jack and Riddick were mine do you really think I would be writing fanfiction, no my dears the movie would have gone much differently, so therefore they are not mine.
Riddick eyed the rope carefully, measuring the distance and the rather large jump he was going to have to make. It wasn't like he was going to not make the jump, but still the gap and large fall were in and of their own, intimidating. His face gave nothing away. He crouched down in a sprinting position, hoping to get all the height that could be obtained to his advantage. Riddick held his breath as he surged forward and the rocks disappeared from under his feet.
Jack watched as he rose for a second before all the bulk he did possess began to work against him as his graceful arc changed to a near deathly fall. Her breathe caught in her throat as her feet began to travel forwards without her consent. She fought a smile when his hands finally wrapped around the rope and stopped his decent.
Then it occurred to her she was going to have to make the jump Riddick had just struggled with.
Riddick climbed back up until he was level with Jack, "Com'on." He held out his hand to her. Riddick could already smell the apprehension and fear crawling all over her.
She stared down and felt herself go dizzy.
"Let me make this plain for you, I'm out in the open. One shot and it's all over, move your ass," he hissed, glaring at her through slits.
Jack nodded her head and mimicked Riddick's earlier pose and threw herself over the edge, already reaching for his outstretched hand.
She missed it by an inch.
'Dammit,' Riddick thought, releasing his hold on the rope and dropping next to her.
Riddick was heavier than Jack so naturally he fell faster. All Jack registered was a large hand grabbing her wrist before the sensation of being stopped much faster than momentum had intended. She cried out as her wrist made a noise akin to shattering. Riddick's grip coupled with the sudden stop and had indeed done some damage.
Within moments Riddick heard the Necro guards tromping onto the catwalks.
With surprising strength he lifted her body against his waist. "Hold on," he whispered. He began to ascent to the cork. Knowing now that Kyra had alerted their presence it was only a matter of time before there were Necros in the cork. Urgency drove him forward with a speed that was unlike any human.
Jack held onto his waist, even though one hand was proving to be quite useless. She could see the guards on the catwalks, already aiming for the two figures balancing in the air. Hoping Riddick wouldn't take it the wrong way, she gripped his waist with one hand and slid her other around to the back of his pants and pulled a gun she had seen him pick up earlier. Gritting her teeth against the pain she shot at the Necros threatening her convict.
And not once did she stop to think that she had just called Riddick her convict.
His arms were shaking with the effort, but his pace did not slow. Damning his conscience as he strove for the top. All he had to do was drop the girl and he could escape without a scratch. That hand however that was holding for dear life onto his waist sent a pang of... something through him. A something he couldn't ignore.
He considered collapsing against the cold metal floor when he reached the top. The guns that were pointed in his face by two looming guards changed his mind. Scrambling in the few nano-seconds he knew he had to form a plan he knew he was shit out of luck. If he dropped, he wouldn't be able to stop his and Kyra's weight. He also could not lift himself and Kyra out and have enough time to cause any damage before they guards could get a shot off.
What he wasn't expecting was for a rain of bullets to come shooting up from under him.
A grin spread across his face as the two guards fell to the ground and there wasn't a scratch on him. He was reaching down to pull her up when she cried out again and began to go slack on his waist. Without a second thought he grabbed the front of her shirt and lugged her up.
She stared at him out of unfocused eyes, giving him a lopsided smile. Her working hand trailed down her side and pulled what looked like three darts out of her hip. Riddick only needed one whiff of what it was to recognize it. Poison.
Cursing he laid her down on the floor and rose above it. Within moments she was over his shoulder and he was tearing down a corridor to the sled. Hoping, and ever so close to praying that there was another ship in the bay and it wasn't invaded by Necros.
By the time he had gotten to the bays for the sled he could hear the footsteps behind him. Tossing Kyra rather unceremoniously onto the sled he pulled the gun he had retrieved from Kyra and fired off a few shots, keeping the Necros busy until the bay doors had locked. As soon as they had slid shut he dove to the controls and locked the commands.
They would have to blast the doors open.
Fighting down something akin to panic as he heard Kyra begin to struggle for breath he jumped into the pilot position of the sled and began the ascent to the docking bay. It was difficult for him to even sit still as Kyra struggled to breath. The poison was a rather simple but nasty one. It hit the limbs first, rendering them if not useless but incapable of supporting its own weight. Then it began to shut down the larger muscle groups, as in one's lungs.
He was almost angry that she could affect him this way, but there was no use in her knowing that.
A.N. So yes, R&R plz!