"Godammit Farris," Jack shrieked, sputtering as oil poured down onto her head and into her nose, "I said to close the fucking valves before I removed the connectors!"

She hauled her lithe body up and out of the engine compartment, swearing when her hair snagged on the compartment door latch. Stomping into the galley she swiped oil from her eyes and muttered to herself. "You stupid, sonofabitch…" she ranted hunting around for a semi-clean rag to wipe the junk off her face. Damn this stupid ship, she thought as she scrubbed at her face with the rag, I more than earn my keep around this place, why can't I just get a break?

Said sonofabitch came strolling in from the cargo hold, smiling around the thick cigar he had shoved in his mouth. "You screamed oh-angry-one," he drawled. Flopping down in one of the galley's booths .

"You're damned right I screamed," she snapped, tearing into a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. "I got about five fuckin gallons of oil, dirty used engine oil, dumped in my face. Didn't I tell you to shut off the goddamned valves?" Her eyes shot daggers at him as she twisted her long curly brown hair up into a bun, which she pinned at the top of her head with a pencil thin dagger.She puffed on the cigarette, enjoying the rich, full, fruity aroma of the smoke; These New Syrian smokes may cost a fortune, she thought tapping the ashes out into the sink, but damned if they're not worth every cred."I suppose you did," he chuckled, dodging the oily rag she threw at him, "but I couldn't hear you screaming orders at me over Davis who, coincidently, was screaming orders at me too." She didn't laugh. "Aww, c'mon Jack," he whined, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Well," she sighed, laughing at the puppy dog eyes Farris fixed her with, "I guess I could forgive you...on one condition, of course."

"Ahh," Farris laughed, suddenly uncertain, "your 'conditions' usually end up getting my pay docked, darlin', I'm out about 1,000 creds thanks to your 'conditions'".

Jack turned towards him, arching one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I guess you should stop fuckin' up then, huh Farris?" She snorted as he rolled his eyes and sighed.

Farris sat, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair, thoughtfully puffing on his cigar until he couldn't ignore the glare she was shooting him anymore, he sighed, "All right…all right, what's it gonna be this time, huh? Don't even think about taking the hover-jet out again…Davis just about tore my head off last time."

She walked around the galley island tapping her finger on her chin, mock thinking. She knew exactly what she wanted. She had wanted it the minute they had landed on the small planet of Sona III. Three days off the ship, unsupervised in Sona's capital city Veros. Clubs glittering with strobe lights, thumping with the beat of bass filled music, teeming with peoplewho didn't know her name and didn't give a damn, lined the streets of Veros. The months of traveling in a three cabin transport vessel with five surly business oriented men was starting to wear on Jack.

She needed to be free, for three days to rid her soul of the burden she was carrying. For five years, five long painful years she had been trying to fill the void that Riddick had left when he turned his back on her that day. Just three days, away from the ship, away from the never ending engine repairs, the tedious inventory checks, away from Davis and his wandering hands. Please, she thought, just three days.

"How does three days away from the ship, unsupervised, sound to you" She asked,watching Farris out of the corner of her eye.

The cigar Farris had been smoking fell onto the table as his jaw dropped, "Jack, I'd rather piss glass, Davis would…

"Please Farris," She pushed, "Davis, Riley, and Gerod will be out trying to secure our new mark. Sieves doesn't ever leave the control room, except to cover his duties…you can easily cover my load, I've basically finished my work already…Farris, they won't even know I've been gone."

Her eyes pleaded with him. Dammit Jack, he thought, don't look at me like that, you know I can't say no to you. "Ja-ack," he drew out her name, she hated it when he did that, Riddick did the same when she was pushing it, "Davis will personally remove my balls if he finds out that I let you lea…" He faltered to a stop as he caught her glare.

"Let me," she whispered furiously, "let me? I'm 19-fuckin-years old! I'm not a child godammit."

Farris winced as she slammed her hand down on the island. "Jack…you're only 19…" he regretted the words the moment they had left his mouth.

He inhaled ready to apologize but Jack held up her hand, almost shaking in rage.

"No. No! Let me get this straight," she snapped, "I'm old enough to ghost the marks who get out of control, right?"

"Right," Farris agreed, it was better not to argue with Jack when she was trying to make a point.

"And I'm old enough to bust my ass, day and night, to keep this goddamn piece of shit in the air, right?"

"Well…"

"And I'm old enough to fuck Davis," she spit out, lighting another cigarette, "but I'm too young to go out by myself for three fucking days Farris…REALLY?!"

Shit, he thought, she has a good point. I guess three days isn't such a big deal. Jack can more than take care of herself. Man…

Jack was beginning to work into a full blown rage when she heard Farris push himself up from the booth, "Okay."

"What," she blinked at him, not quite sure she heard him right.

"Three days Jack," he warned, looking her dead in the eye. If Davis found out, fuck the docked pay, Farris would have his balls in a vice…literally.

"Not a second more," Jack beamed as she rushed to Farris pecking the older man on the cheek before tearing down the hallway to her and Davis's room to grab her pack and credit chips.

She was lowering the docking ramp, bouncing on her toes ready to fly out when Farris gripped her shoulder. "Three days, and not a second more…my ass is on the line here darlin', you got me dancin' on razorblades Jack. You know Davis…"

"What Davis don't know, won't hurt 'em," Jack interrupted, anxious to get a room and boogey down to the closest club. "He ain't gonna here shit from me Farris, promise."

And with that she was down the ramp and making her way through the docking station weaving between the ships. Lookout Veros, she thought almost giddy with pleasure, here comes Jack B. Badd, and she's definitely looking to live up to her name.

(A/N: Success! Two reviews...two POSITIVE reviews...complete justification for missing that last exam... laughs maniacally)