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Full Summary: 'Maybe he wouldn't kill her just yet.' She was only meant to be another kill; instead they're both caught up in a cat and mouse hunt and stuck with each other. "I sure as hell chose the wrong girl to kidnap." Murder, lust, space-ship chases, fighting for your life and lots and lots of swearing. "I'm bleeding all over my new clothes, being chased by more Mercs than I care to count and I'm on a stolen space-ship. Now I know I'm hanging around with Riddick."

Pairings: Riddick/OC

Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes

Saviour

Chapter Two

He tailed her halfway across the town until she finally weaved into a distinctly dodgy looking bar. She waved at the man on the door who eyed Riddick suspiciously for a moment but let him pass. He made his way to the bar and ordered his drink while his eyes scanned the small tables around the edges of the room; these were hidden in darkness with only a small candle in the centre to light each one. Finally catching a glimpse of her he drifted over to the table besides hers and cocked his head to one side to clearly hear the conversation she was having with a round balding man who looked to be nearing sixty.

"I don't give a shit, Carson!" She was leaning across the table towards him, her eyes glittering in the light of the guttering candle.

"Try to understand, dear. I can't just give you my ship and expect its absence to go unnoticed."

She snorted and leant back in her chair, taking a hefty swig of her drink before leaning forward again until her long hair, falling out of its clip, swung threateningly towards the dying candle between them.

"Bollocks. You sell stolen ships! I'm sure you can just slip me one no one will miss."

There was a clear threat in her voice and Riddick smiled as he heard it, shifting slightly in his seat so he could see her clearer. The man looked increasingly anxious now as he knotted his hands together, his rather small eyes darting all over the girl's face as she watched him.

"Well here's the thing. You remember my son?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, her body tensing slightly as she nodded;

"Hawke."

He gave her a small smile which she didn't return and nodded, waving a hand discretely at someone in the crowd who drifted over to them. Riddick didn't bother to give her anything more than his customary check-over to see if she posed a threat before he turned his attention back to the girl who was greeting the newcomer.

"Charissma."

The newcomer smiled and bent down to kiss the girl on the cheek, a gesture which was barely returned before the girl's attention was back on Carson.

"What about him?"

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and nodded at Charissma who slid a thin folder across the table towards the girl who eyed it but did not open it.

"Well lately he may have… fallen in with the wrong crowd." He was cut off by the girl's laughter as she threw back her head to chuckle, her hair falling out of the clip rippled over the back of her chair and Riddick reached out a lightening hand to briefly touch it.

"Lately! He damn well grew up with the wrong crowd."

Still chuckling she nodded at him to continue and he gave her a rather weak smile before glancing at Charissma who melted back into the crowd out of sight.

"Well you see he's gone and made friends with some people the Mercs would rather like to have their hands on…"

Her face was expressionless as Carson fumbled with a new packet of cigarettes, struggling to place one in his mouth and then failing to light it. He swore when he burnt his fingers and the girl took the cigarette from between his lips and shoved it between hers. She lit it but did not give it back; instead she drew on it and blew the smoke out of the corner of her mouth at Carson.

"And naturally he's gone and got himself caught by the other fucking side."

A pained look crossed Carson's face as he nodded and fumbled the cigarettes back into his pocket, seemingly giving up on ever lighting one properly in her presence.

"So get a few of your boys to spring him."

She took another drag on her cigarette before gulping down some of her drink, her eyes never leaving Carson's large rather sweaty face.

"Well… it's not that easy." She looked at him suspiciously. "You see, security's going to be extra tight on account of most of the leading underground rulers being there for their traditional bloody festivities."

The girl made no indication she had even heard him as she finally opened the folder and quickly scanned the contents, mumbling to herself rather than Carson who was watching her carefully.

"This is a club on the other side of town."

He nodded and bit his pale bottom lip; everyone knew the other side of town was a place where laws and rules didn't apply unless they were put there by the underground rulers themselves.

"Please, just get him out of there and you can have any ship you want."

Not even lifting her eyes from the picture of the club before her she was making rapid calculations in her head.

"What do you think?"

She closed the folder slowly and slid it back towards him;

"Sounds quite the party."

He shakily dropped it into an inner pocket and watched as she got to her feet and made to move away from the table.

"Eleayna!" (PRONOUNCED: Ellie-ay-na)

Riddick felt his entire body stiffen as he heard her name he smiled slowly to himself, watching as she paused before sliding back into her seat. Before either could say anything the door to the bar burst open and half a dozen Mercs raced in. They stopped at the bar to ask the barman something and when Carson turned to look at Eleayna she had disappeared. Riddick, however, had watched her dart under the table. When a couple of Mercs passed by all they saw was a head of blood-red hair between a fat man's legs. They moved on.

"They all for you?"

Eleayna shrugged as she slipped back into her seat and dusted off her clothes, they were still rather damp from the blood that had splattered them earlier but she paid no attention to this as she watched the Mercs crawling all over the room.

"I'd like to think so." Riddick smirked. "But I'm not so sure."

Carson nodded before placing a trembling sweating hand on hers and pleading with his eyes as well as his mouth;

"Please, Eleayna? Please help my son. I know you and him never got on particularly well but…"

She cut him off roughly by grinding out the remains of her cigarette mere millimetres from his hand splayed on the table and he fell silent, staring down at his lap as she once more got to her feet.

"Thank you Eleayna."

She paused and leant towards him, her body so close to Riddick's he could feel the burning heat she was giving off. He caught her whispered words even though her lips were brushing Carson's ear.

"Do you trust me, Carson?"

He stared straight ahead, right past Riddick with his entire body shaking at her proximity; especially when he felt the prick of her shiv at his fat side.

"No." His lips trembled as he stuttered the word and he felt her smile against his ear.

"Good."

In a flash of green and red she was gone, disappearing into the crowd almost instantly. Riddick weighed his chances; the Mercs were still prodding at everyone in sight to check who they were. But he had to know where she was going. Making his mind up he got quickly to his feet and slipped into her deserted seat, her body heat still warming it as he smiled at the shocked man staring at him.

"Hello Carson."

He smiled.

Riddick impatiently waved another seductively smiling girl away from him; no matter what he did they insistently hovered around him in droves ranging from obvious whores to the more discreet, rich, upper-class types. His eyes were trained on the door as he waited for her to arrive; Carson had been very accommodating once he was shown a little… persuasion. Riddick smiled. He hadn't harmed him too much, however, in case Eleayna became suspicious.

Eventually she stepped out of the elevator that brought the members of the public down into the basement club. She looked more dangerous than ever and he felt a swell of lust begin to burn in his groin as he watched her approach the bar. She was clad in a black tank top with a deep V at the front and the back underneath an identical green one; one green sleeve extending to her elbow. Her skin-tight black leather pants emphasised every movement of her lower body and left nothing to the imagination as she crossed the room, waking right past him. As she accepted her drink from the bartender she extended her bare arm and pulled on a black leather elbow-length glove that covered her two middle fingers and her thumb before knocking back her drink in one. As she drank Riddick watched the delicate curve of her lily-white throat and neck, bared since her hair was intricately woven around her head.

She turned to face the room, her eyes flickering from face to face until she seemed to find what she was looking for. Tilting her head back in a beckoning gesture she balanced her arms on the bar behind her and leant her lower body forward, raising one leg to rest on the heavy marble base of the bar. She licked her dark crimson lips and looked up at the approaching Merc from under her sooty eyelashes coyly. Riddick watched as the Merc bought her a drink and brief conversation was made. Eventually she pushed herself away from the bar and wandered onto the dance floor swinging her hips as he followed, his feverish gaze darting from her head to her toes and back again.

After three songs of hot and heavy grinding against him he finally leant in to kiss her and she revelled in it for a moment, glad she still had the touch, before opening her eyes a crack and moving her hand down his back to his back pocket. To anyone else she was merely groping him, but Riddick could see her hand gently easing something out of the pocket. Breaking away from him at last she gave him a beaming smile and tapped her hand lightly to his cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

Riddick instantly followed to where he could see her leaning casually against a section of the wall. Her hand was darting across a pressure pad and she smirked when the wall behind her gave a little and she was able to sneak in. Riddick followed. Halfway down the long painted black corridor lit only by flickering fluorescent lights set high above she met a security guard who nearly fell over in surprise when he saw her.

"What are you doing here?"

Smiling she took a step towards him swinging her hips and smirking, when she reached him she ran a long finger gently down from his forehead to his chest.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm meant to visit a prisoner but I just totally forgot all the directions. And you see I really didn't want to have to…" She trailed her hand down to his belt, her fingers tickling the ridge where his shirt met his trousers. He swallowed hard and she smiled before whipping her free hand up to shove his nose straight up into his brain. "Kill you."

He fell to the floor with a dull thud and she smiled before kicking his body unceremoniously down a set of nearby stairs. Continuing on down the corridor she approached a single door set into the very end of the corridor. Reaching it she pressed a number of buttons and the door beeped before swinging open, she didn't bother to shut it behind her as she stepped in, one hand on the shiv at her hip.

"Hello lover."

Her face was icily cold as she took a further step into the room, her eyes scanning the chair to locate Hawke's bonds as he smirked up at her. His handsome face was surprisingly mostly uninjured; his clear blue eyes were like chips of polar ice underneath his head of ruffled black curls. A single cut above his left eyebrow was steadily trickling blood down his pale face as his eyes fixed on her, softening ever so slightly as he took her in from head to toe.

"You're looking good."

Ignoring him she circled the room slowly, checking for any cameras although she didn't really care if they were there or not.

"A lot changes in five years."

Her voice was quiet but he heard it nonetheless, his neck straining as he watched her circle him again, returning to stand in front of him.

"Has it really been that long?"

He sighed but didn't lower his gaze from her face as she stopped in front of him, her upper body drenched in cold sweat and her chest heaving as though she had just run a marathon.

"To the day, if you recall."

Now he did look away and Eleayna couldn't help but notice the perfect profile, she hated herself for it.

"We were young."

She threw her head back and laughed out loud, he narrowed his eyes at her even as she spoke;

"Please, you and I both know we were never young. Neither of us grew up in the right sort of family for that, did we?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and she glared at him before kneeling down behind his chair and punching in the release code. The chains fell away from his arms and she got quickly to her feet, rounding in front of him to check the hallway was still empty. Turning she found him mere inches from her, the heat from his sweating topless body burned her and she had an instant flashback to their past. Heaving sweating flesh, whispered words and endearments lost in secret noises. She shook her head and came abruptly back to the present where the sounds of thundering feet could be heard in the distance.

"Come on."

Darting into the corridor she waited for a moment as Mercs began to pour into the corridor from the stairs to her left and the open elevator to her right.

"Fuck."

Without giving Hawke a second glance she tossed him a spare shiv and dived right into the heart of the approaching Mercs. Within minutes there were several dead Mercs littering the floor around both her and Hawke but there were still more advancing.

"Any smart ideas?"

Eleayna was backed against Hawke by now, her eyes darting around at the grinning Mercs circling them.

"I'm thinking."

Quickly disposing of an approaching Merc with his shiv and a quick snapping of the neck Hawke watched Eleayna practically decapitate someone jumping at her;

"Wanna think a bit faster, here?"

Eleayna ignored him and continued her fighting as though possessed. She stopped and stared when a dark shadow uncoiled itself from the poles criss-crossing the ceiling above them and landed with a thud in front of her. She had a brief glimpse of a shaved head and a pair of goggles followed by rippling muscles and dark clothes before he was gone into the midst of the fight and she was drawn back to her own. Somehow the three of them managed to dispose of all the Mercs, and as the last one fell Eleayna turned to look at Riddick who was as splattered with blood as she was.

"Alright so who are you?'

Riddick was downright insulted. It didn't ease his irritation any when Hawke informed her who he was and even less so when she afforded him a once-over before shrugging and heading towards the stairs. Riddick and Hawke followed, none of them speaking as they ascended the stairs until they reached the cool rainy street above them. The rain removed most of the blood from them as they made their way across a deserted lot to where a ship was hidden in a disused hangar.

"So your daddy kept his word."

Hawke shot her a look which she ignored as the three of them reached the ship and boarded it.

"We should be safe here for the night."

Hawke ran a hand through his sopping hair while Riddick simply slumped down into one of the chairs at the front of the ship and propped his muddy boots up on the controls.

"And what happens tomorrow."

Eleayna shifted her gaze from Riddick over to Hawke who was watching her intently; she stared at him coldly and turned her back on him.

"I deliver you to your father and I'm gone."

Riddick raised an eyebrow at her but she ignored him and made her way to the back of the ship to shower.

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