Title: Past Lives

Vindom: Pitch Black

Rating: M (for bad language)

Summary: Riddick re-lives his time in SLAM….

Disclaimer: Riddick doesn't belong to me, nor do the events of PB, however much I wish they did. I do own Lena, and the situations I put her and Riddy into. I'm doing this for love, not money so please don't sue me, as I'm skint enough already :grin:

Author's notes: Found this and thought I'd put it back up

4. A Bit of TLC….

Reality began to seep back into Riddick's mind as he slowly regained consciousness, and with it came a resurgence of pain from his battered body. A low moan escaped his lips before he could suppress it, his mind registering that he was not in his cell, and trying to tell his body to remain still and silent. Within seconds he heard footsteps coming in his direction and forced himself to stay still, as he suddenly realised he no longer wore any restraints. As a hand gently touched his forehead, he saw his chance and wrapped his hand around the slender wrist, his grip vice-like as he hauled himself off the table. Pulling the woman close to him, he pressed his hand around her throat and glanced quickly around the room, looking for anything that could aid his escape. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he realised who his hostage was; Lena Jacobs, the doctor who had treated his injuries earlier that day.

"Don't try to scream," he growled quietly into her ear, startled when she began to laugh. The sound was slight distorted due to the pressure he was putting on her windpipe, but it was laughter nonetheless.

"And just what do you think you're going to do Mr Riddick?" she wanted to know, her tone heavily laced with amusement.

"Get the fuck outta here!"

"Of course you are. Needless to say, you know where you are and where to go to get out right? And what, you think you're just gonna walk right past the heavily armed guards?"

"Nah, I'm gonna use you as a shield," he informed her coldly.

"Yeah, sure you are. And you think you're fit to leave?"

"Yes!" he whispered the single word in her ear, his grip on her throat tightening slightly to make his point.

"Really?" she wheezed. With one swift movement, she rammed her elbow backwards into his badly broken ribs, stepping away from him as the pressure on her neck abruptly ceased. She watched him for a moment as he sank to his knees, impressed by the lack of any verbal sign of his pain. His face, however, showed how much pain he was in, and Lena felt a sudden pang of something akin to sympathy for the man. The feeling was short lived, as Riddick darted towards her, his expression murderous. Side stepping his advance easily, she countered by slamming her fist into his recently dislocated shoulder, watching with amusement as he dropped to the floor once more, his right hand covering the damaged shoulder protectively.

"Are you finished Mr Riddick?" she asked haughtily, her patience beginning to wear thin.

"Bitch!" he muttered angrily.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," she laughed, crossing to his side and slipping her arm around his upper torso. "When you've recovered form your injuries, then you can feel free to try and escape. Until then, you're my patient so I want no more of this foolishness. OK?" Her eyes bored into his, searching for something. Smiling slightly at the almost imperceptible nod of his head, she helped him back onto the examination table. Taking another syringe from her desk, she quickly gave him another dose of painkiller, knowing it would knock him out again and allow his body to heal.

Taking one last look at the injuries of her patient, Lena walked over to the door and opened it, speaking quietly to the guard posted outside.

"I want you to find Mr Johns and bring him to see me as soon as possible, understand?" her voice was ice cold as she gave her the young man her instructions. "Do not let him leave this prison until I have spoken to him." She closed the door with a little more force than she intended, struggling to contain her fury and disgust she felt towards the merc.

As Riddick slowly succumbed to the painkiller, he hoped he would be awake again in time to see the discussion between Jacobs and Johns…