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

5. Jacobs vs. Johns

Sitting quietly at her desk, Lena reviewed the file on Richard B Riddick and sighed. She knew who he was, what he was, but it didn't alter the fact that she was furious with Johns for the convict's current condition. Personal feelings aside, she was first and foremost a doctor, it was her sworn duty to help those who needed help, no matter who they were. In her role as chief medical officer at SLAM, she often saw the horrific injuries the inmates inflicted upon each other, but it still angered her to see injuries like Riddick's, inflicted by an apprehending officer. "Apprehending officer? He's no better than a fucking merc, and they're low life scum!" A knock at the door interrupted her musing and she glared as the door swung open to admit a tall man, with sandy coloured hair and ice blue eyes. "Blood shot eyes and sunken features. Addict" she decided silently, her expression hard as she appraised the police officer standing in front of her.

"Mr Johns," she guessed, her tone deceptively soft.

"Yeah. And you are?" he queried, glancing across at the unconscious man on the exam table. "You should have him restrained y'know."

"The choice of whether or not to restrain my patients is mine Mr Johns, not yours."

"I know him, nurse. He's an animal," he told her, his voice condescending.

"Really? Well, when you've completed 4 years of medical training, and then worked in the facility as a doctor for 6 years, 3 of those as chief medical officer, I might be inclined to listen to your opinion of how I treat my patients. Until then, keep your observations to yourself!" she informed him sweetly, smiling dangerously.

"You're a doctor?"

"Yes Mr Johns, I am. And you're a drug addict!" she snapped, her patience begin to wear a little thin at his arrogant, dismissive attitude. "He's heavily sedated, due to the severity of his injuries, which is what I wanted to talk to you about…"

Keeping her expression neutral, she felt a momentary surge of smugness when he flinched at her addict comment. "Arrogant bastard!" Getting to her feet, she came around to the other side of her desk, until she was practically toe-to-toe with the tall officer. At the petite height of 5' 5", Johns towered above her and he tried to use the difference to his advantage. The look of slight boredom she allowed to spread over her face told him she wasn't intimidated by him, and he relaxed his posture a little.

"I don't know about you, but I personally treat people the way I would expect to be treated. As a doctor, I often see the violence one inmate can inflict on another. However, I can't recall the last time I saw injuries like his," she pointed over her shoulder at Riddick. "When a felon was in custody. Care to tell me how the hell he got them?"

"He resisted arrest," came the abrupt answer, the closed expression on his face telling Lena the officer wasn't going to give up information lightly.

"Really? Well, I have it on good authority that the majority of these injuries were in fact sustained last night… inside his cell!" she snarled, her fury finally boiling over. "How dare you attack an unarmed, restrained man? Only a coward behaves in the way you have done. You're a sick bastard Officer Johns, and you will pay for your actions!"

"So? What do ya think you're gonna do about it?"

"I think I'll have a little chat with your commanding officer. I'm sure he would be fascinated to know how one of his officers kicked the shit out of a man in restraints," she threatened, a malicious smile tugging at her lips. The look of disbelief on his face nearly made Lena laugh out loud, but she managed to keep her amusement firmly under wraps. "Now, get the hell out of my treatment room!"

Still groggy from the sedative he had been given, Riddick remained silent as he listened to the current goings on in the room. While he doubted anything would ever come of Johns' treatment of a convicted murderer, he was enjoying the threats the good doctor was making. The way she was tearing strips off him was almost worth the pain of his injuries. "Doubt he fully understands how angry she really is," he thought to himself, hiding a smile as he heard Johns stomp from the room, slamming the door behind him. "One day Johns… one day, I'll go for your sweet spot…" he promised silently.