*Admittance to the Crime*
Jack was finally feeling somewhat of herself when she woke the next morning. She looked to her right as she stretched her sleep away. . .there was Riddick. Why was he staying with her after she lied? She'd never understand but it'd sure been a blessing-even if she'd never admit it. After finding out that she couldn't have any children Jack was almost torn, almost disappointed and there Riddick was the entire time. He was more than a friend, more than anything imaginable, he was partially her sanity and savior. He was so much to her. She wondered if things would be weird after her breaking down. She sure hoped not. Mind-as-well break the silence. . .
"I'm ready to leave!" Jack was anxious to say the least as she got out of bed.
"Hmmm," Riddick didn't say much just looked the other way. Yep, things were weird.
"You okay?" Jack peered down at him sitting in the chair.
"Fine," His tone was cold, unlike it had been the day before.
"Okay. . .when is the doctor supposed to come?" This was becoming somewhat uncomfortable for Jack.
"He should be here any minute. If you want I brought you some clothes the other day." Damn, his voice was too cold. . .almost like ice to the touch.
Jack stood and turned around and quickly slipped on the sweat shirt and sweat pants Riddick had brought her and then turned back around, "Thanks."
Riddick's face harded into sarcasm, "Sure no fucking problem."
"What the fu-" Jack was quickly cut off by Dr. Jenkins entering the room.
The doctor entered the room a bit more cheery. He'd heard of Jack's outburst, not unusual for Jack. She usually had quite a few outburst every time she was in, it was just her frustration from being out of the line of duty. A damn good soldier Jack was. Fucking amazing really.
Dr. Jenkins looked over the clipboard in his hands briefly, "How are we today?"
"Just in tip top fucking shape." Jack's nostrils were flared, if she didn't blow soon he'd be surprised.
"Well, I just need to take the bandages off and makes sure everything's healed up."
"Don't bother I took off the bandages last night it looks good to me. Good work as usual, doc. You can take a look at it to make sure everything's in good condition." Jack lifted her shirt revealing a completely flawless stomach, no blood, no stitches, no scars just a pure soft skinned stomach covered in muscle.
"Looks great, Jacquelyn. Healed up nicely." The doctor smiled.
"Wait a fucking second. . .that's fucking impossible. Five days ago she had her entire stomach blown out and she doesn't have a scar to show for it?" Riddick chimed in with disbelief. "I don't fucking believe it."
"Believe it, Dickey boy. Here at Fort Omega or anywhere Black Knights are present we have the highest technology known of." Jack pulled her shirt back down.
"Not only that but Jack here has an impeccable healing rate, faster than any human being I've ever seen." The doctor stated matter of fact-like.
"I guess it's just in the genes." Jack smiled sarcastically, "So I can go, doc?"
"Just sign this paper and you'll be own your way."
Jack hastily grabbed the pen and clipboard and signed quickly, "You're a fucking saint! See you in a few weeks, I'm sure."
"I have no doubt of that. Be good." Dr. Jenkins pushed the two out the door as he followed behind.
"Aren't I always?" Jack strode away with the ever present Riddick at her side.
*********
Jack and Riddick entered their current housing unit both going their separate ways Riddick to the kitchen and Jack straight to her room to workout. Hours later they now stood in the living room, one on either side of the room a deadly glare in their eyes. This wasn't going to work; Jack knew what it was. . .Riddick knew. . .this was stupid. Jack spoke up first, she wasn't going to dance around it any longer.
"What? WHAT THE FUCK IS IT!?" Jack through her arms in the air in frustration.
"Don't ask what! You know exactly what. The exact fucking reason you got put in the hospital. YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME JACK!" A vein in Riddick's forehead stuck out clearly, oh yeah. . .he was PISSED.
"So what? I lied want to cry about it? The mission was a fucking secret, that means no telling anyone. It was a there and back thing. Mission accomplished, end of story."
"No! Not end of story! You fucking lied, Jack. We said we'd never lie to each other. Now, I kept true to that but what about you?" Riddick stepped an inch closer.
"That was fucking forever ago! It's a fucking bullshit pact. It's all bullshit." Jack was nearing the end of her control.
"Oh it's all bullshit, huh? Fuck this, Jack! You almost died! I was worried!"
"But I didn't die did I? Don't worry about me, I'm grown. I'm not your little Jackie girl anymore Riddick! I'm an adult, I'm a fucking damn good soldier and I can take care of myself! I don't NEED you!"
"YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHEN TO ACCEPT A FRIEND, SOMEONE TO HELP! You are so fucking afraid that you might get attached, Jack you should have brought me!" Riddick was almost pleading.
"Riddick you wanna know why I lied? Because you just got here and I didn't want you trying to trail behind me. I have a fucking job to do and I have to do it! I can't have you slowing me down." Jack screamed letting her feelings out entirely.
"You should have asked me to come along, don't forget I know every place inside and out. I was the right one to take. You could have died Jack!"
"But I didn't die! I'm here. I'm alive. Not dead. Look, it's over with. Be pissed I don't give a flying fuck! This is all bullshit! I AM A FUCKING SOLDIER, I DON'T NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS! IT'S OVER, FUCKING DROP IT!"
"It's not over! And it's not bullshit, FIVE FUCKING DAYS JACK! Count 'em FIVE! I sat by your side! When they told me you'd been shot. . .I was scared." Jack turned her head away not wanting to hear it, Riddick quickly made her look at him again. "I was scared I'd lose you."
"SINCE WHEN DO YOU FUCKING GIVE A SHIT? DON'T PLAY THIS ON ME! NOT NOW! WHY ALL OF A SUDDEN TO YOU CARE? STOP PRETENDING!" Jack yelled in his face pointing her finger every so often.
"I THINK YOU'RE THE ONE PLAYING GAME JACK. I'VE ALWAYS CARED. I'VE ALWAYS GAVE A SHIT! IF YOU'D LOOK AT THE SITUATION YOU'D SEE THAT! SO JUST STOP BEING A FUCKING BITCH!" Oh shit! That had slipped. He didn't mean that.
"FUCK YOU!" Jack punched Riddick straight in the eye, turned on her heel and walked into her room slamming the door behind her.
"Just fucking great." Riddick held his eye. She sure could pack one hell of a punch.
*********
Did he mean that? Had really meant that he was scared? No, Jack couldn't deal with emotions they just got in the way of everything. For the past six years Jack had been independent, happy. . .or at least able to get by. Why now? Why'd he have to come back? Sure she cared about him; she was glad he was back but he just brought on emotions and they just made everything so difficult. It was a crucial time, she didn't need this.
Well at least the getting through the lying wasn't all too bad, well all except for Jack punching him. It'd just been reflex, you don't call Jacquelyn M. Melivenski bitch to her face. Pure accident, really. . .it was. She wasn't even sure what she'd said, she'd been in such a blind rage. Riddick. . .so complicated. She cared for him so much, maybe that's why she was so cold to him. She couldn't figure out why, it just scared her. She'd always been in control but since he'd returned her emotions, which she so prided herself in keeping safely locked away, had been getting the best of her. Shit she couldn't handle this, not now or for that matter ever. Why, why, why? There was such agony in caring. Why would anyone want to torment themselves in such a way? Too much thinking, she needed to focus on something stable. . . reliable. Within moments Jack was on the floor cranking out push ups.
Emotions, feelings, judgment. . .damn 'em all!
*********
Riddick didn't understand why Jack was the way she had become, he didn't think he ever would but for all of eternity he'd try. She'd changed so much in six years, too much for his liking. No, that wasn't true. He liked the way she was but she was just so different. The Jackie girl he knew. . .carefree, open, caring, trusting, was nearly gone buried deeply in what now was Sergeant Major Jack Melivenski of the Black Knight Special Ops. Delta Force no bullshit, fearless, warrior. She was so much locked into such a small person. . .such a perfect person. Fuck the future! He couldn't stand it! It was end of all ends. He would live in the now once and for all. When the future came he'd know what to do but until then. . . it was time to make amends with Jack.
Jack was finally feeling somewhat of herself when she woke the next morning. She looked to her right as she stretched her sleep away. . .there was Riddick. Why was he staying with her after she lied? She'd never understand but it'd sure been a blessing-even if she'd never admit it. After finding out that she couldn't have any children Jack was almost torn, almost disappointed and there Riddick was the entire time. He was more than a friend, more than anything imaginable, he was partially her sanity and savior. He was so much to her. She wondered if things would be weird after her breaking down. She sure hoped not. Mind-as-well break the silence. . .
"I'm ready to leave!" Jack was anxious to say the least as she got out of bed.
"Hmmm," Riddick didn't say much just looked the other way. Yep, things were weird.
"You okay?" Jack peered down at him sitting in the chair.
"Fine," His tone was cold, unlike it had been the day before.
"Okay. . .when is the doctor supposed to come?" This was becoming somewhat uncomfortable for Jack.
"He should be here any minute. If you want I brought you some clothes the other day." Damn, his voice was too cold. . .almost like ice to the touch.
Jack stood and turned around and quickly slipped on the sweat shirt and sweat pants Riddick had brought her and then turned back around, "Thanks."
Riddick's face harded into sarcasm, "Sure no fucking problem."
"What the fu-" Jack was quickly cut off by Dr. Jenkins entering the room.
The doctor entered the room a bit more cheery. He'd heard of Jack's outburst, not unusual for Jack. She usually had quite a few outburst every time she was in, it was just her frustration from being out of the line of duty. A damn good soldier Jack was. Fucking amazing really.
Dr. Jenkins looked over the clipboard in his hands briefly, "How are we today?"
"Just in tip top fucking shape." Jack's nostrils were flared, if she didn't blow soon he'd be surprised.
"Well, I just need to take the bandages off and makes sure everything's healed up."
"Don't bother I took off the bandages last night it looks good to me. Good work as usual, doc. You can take a look at it to make sure everything's in good condition." Jack lifted her shirt revealing a completely flawless stomach, no blood, no stitches, no scars just a pure soft skinned stomach covered in muscle.
"Looks great, Jacquelyn. Healed up nicely." The doctor smiled.
"Wait a fucking second. . .that's fucking impossible. Five days ago she had her entire stomach blown out and she doesn't have a scar to show for it?" Riddick chimed in with disbelief. "I don't fucking believe it."
"Believe it, Dickey boy. Here at Fort Omega or anywhere Black Knights are present we have the highest technology known of." Jack pulled her shirt back down.
"Not only that but Jack here has an impeccable healing rate, faster than any human being I've ever seen." The doctor stated matter of fact-like.
"I guess it's just in the genes." Jack smiled sarcastically, "So I can go, doc?"
"Just sign this paper and you'll be own your way."
Jack hastily grabbed the pen and clipboard and signed quickly, "You're a fucking saint! See you in a few weeks, I'm sure."
"I have no doubt of that. Be good." Dr. Jenkins pushed the two out the door as he followed behind.
"Aren't I always?" Jack strode away with the ever present Riddick at her side.
*********
Jack and Riddick entered their current housing unit both going their separate ways Riddick to the kitchen and Jack straight to her room to workout. Hours later they now stood in the living room, one on either side of the room a deadly glare in their eyes. This wasn't going to work; Jack knew what it was. . .Riddick knew. . .this was stupid. Jack spoke up first, she wasn't going to dance around it any longer.
"What? WHAT THE FUCK IS IT!?" Jack through her arms in the air in frustration.
"Don't ask what! You know exactly what. The exact fucking reason you got put in the hospital. YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME JACK!" A vein in Riddick's forehead stuck out clearly, oh yeah. . .he was PISSED.
"So what? I lied want to cry about it? The mission was a fucking secret, that means no telling anyone. It was a there and back thing. Mission accomplished, end of story."
"No! Not end of story! You fucking lied, Jack. We said we'd never lie to each other. Now, I kept true to that but what about you?" Riddick stepped an inch closer.
"That was fucking forever ago! It's a fucking bullshit pact. It's all bullshit." Jack was nearing the end of her control.
"Oh it's all bullshit, huh? Fuck this, Jack! You almost died! I was worried!"
"But I didn't die did I? Don't worry about me, I'm grown. I'm not your little Jackie girl anymore Riddick! I'm an adult, I'm a fucking damn good soldier and I can take care of myself! I don't NEED you!"
"YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHEN TO ACCEPT A FRIEND, SOMEONE TO HELP! You are so fucking afraid that you might get attached, Jack you should have brought me!" Riddick was almost pleading.
"Riddick you wanna know why I lied? Because you just got here and I didn't want you trying to trail behind me. I have a fucking job to do and I have to do it! I can't have you slowing me down." Jack screamed letting her feelings out entirely.
"You should have asked me to come along, don't forget I know every place inside and out. I was the right one to take. You could have died Jack!"
"But I didn't die! I'm here. I'm alive. Not dead. Look, it's over with. Be pissed I don't give a flying fuck! This is all bullshit! I AM A FUCKING SOLDIER, I DON'T NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS! IT'S OVER, FUCKING DROP IT!"
"It's not over! And it's not bullshit, FIVE FUCKING DAYS JACK! Count 'em FIVE! I sat by your side! When they told me you'd been shot. . .I was scared." Jack turned her head away not wanting to hear it, Riddick quickly made her look at him again. "I was scared I'd lose you."
"SINCE WHEN DO YOU FUCKING GIVE A SHIT? DON'T PLAY THIS ON ME! NOT NOW! WHY ALL OF A SUDDEN TO YOU CARE? STOP PRETENDING!" Jack yelled in his face pointing her finger every so often.
"I THINK YOU'RE THE ONE PLAYING GAME JACK. I'VE ALWAYS CARED. I'VE ALWAYS GAVE A SHIT! IF YOU'D LOOK AT THE SITUATION YOU'D SEE THAT! SO JUST STOP BEING A FUCKING BITCH!" Oh shit! That had slipped. He didn't mean that.
"FUCK YOU!" Jack punched Riddick straight in the eye, turned on her heel and walked into her room slamming the door behind her.
"Just fucking great." Riddick held his eye. She sure could pack one hell of a punch.
*********
Did he mean that? Had really meant that he was scared? No, Jack couldn't deal with emotions they just got in the way of everything. For the past six years Jack had been independent, happy. . .or at least able to get by. Why now? Why'd he have to come back? Sure she cared about him; she was glad he was back but he just brought on emotions and they just made everything so difficult. It was a crucial time, she didn't need this.
Well at least the getting through the lying wasn't all too bad, well all except for Jack punching him. It'd just been reflex, you don't call Jacquelyn M. Melivenski bitch to her face. Pure accident, really. . .it was. She wasn't even sure what she'd said, she'd been in such a blind rage. Riddick. . .so complicated. She cared for him so much, maybe that's why she was so cold to him. She couldn't figure out why, it just scared her. She'd always been in control but since he'd returned her emotions, which she so prided herself in keeping safely locked away, had been getting the best of her. Shit she couldn't handle this, not now or for that matter ever. Why, why, why? There was such agony in caring. Why would anyone want to torment themselves in such a way? Too much thinking, she needed to focus on something stable. . . reliable. Within moments Jack was on the floor cranking out push ups.
Emotions, feelings, judgment. . .damn 'em all!
*********
Riddick didn't understand why Jack was the way she had become, he didn't think he ever would but for all of eternity he'd try. She'd changed so much in six years, too much for his liking. No, that wasn't true. He liked the way she was but she was just so different. The Jackie girl he knew. . .carefree, open, caring, trusting, was nearly gone buried deeply in what now was Sergeant Major Jack Melivenski of the Black Knight Special Ops. Delta Force no bullshit, fearless, warrior. She was so much locked into such a small person. . .such a perfect person. Fuck the future! He couldn't stand it! It was end of all ends. He would live in the now once and for all. When the future came he'd know what to do but until then. . . it was time to make amends with Jack.