The ghosts that we knew

Chapter 15

~These days of dust

That we've known

Will blow away with this new sun~

Holding out an arm, keeping Carolyn behind him, Riddick opened the door to the office. In the shadows was a single man. Taking Carolyn's elbow, Riddick propelled her into the room shutting the door firmly behind them.

She shot Riddick a questioning look before she heard her name, whipping her head in the direction the voice came.

"Carrie, is it really you?"

"John?"

A tall dark-haired man emerged from the shadows and Carolyn rushed into his arms.

Riddick crossed his arms over his chest and observed with a raised eyebrow as the man wrapped one arm around her and snaked another through her hair, closing his eyes as he held her to him.

"I hardly dared to believe it when Frank described you," he said pulling back to cup her face with his hands.

"Oh, John." Carolyn said just before he gently kissed her.

"Carolyn," Riddick spoke up, "this would be one of those times when something isn't right."

Hearing Riddick's voice jolted Carolyn back to the here and now and she leaned her forehead against John's chin as she ran a tongue over her lips before pulling away.

"Riddick, this is John Grimm. The friend I was telling you about."

Riddick stepped forward sticking out a hand. "Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, convicted murderer, Former Lord Marshall of the Necromongers."

John took the offered hand. "John Grimm. My friends call me Reaper." He looked back over at Carolyn, "You always did have a knack for picking the interesting ones, Carrie."

Carolyn shrugged, "He keeps me on my toes," she said moving back to Riddick's side.

"It's not like you to seek me out. You must be in some pretty serious trouble."

Carolyn looked up at Riddick and he reached over placing his hand on the back of her neck, rubbing his thumb over the tattoos there. "It's been a crazy year, John, and we need a place to stay. I'm sorry to spring this on you, but I couldn't think of anywhere else to go."

"I never could say no to you." He said softly. "Where's your ship docked?"

"Slip 38." Riddick answered.

John nodded, "I've got some men on the docks. I'll make sure they keep an eye on it. Any bags we need to pick up?"

Carolyn shook her head indicating the bag she had dropped by the door. "We left in a hurry."

"We'll find some things for you back at camp. I'm sure Sam has a few things you can borrow and Riddicks probably about Echo's size."

"And just how is Samantha?"

"She's good," he said with a nod his features softening.

"Who's Samantha?" Riddick asked.

John smirked but stayed quiet. "Sam," Carolyn answered, "is John's twin sister, who hates me."

"Now, Carolyn," John said with a mischievous grin, "hate is such a strong word."

"Yeah and if I could think of any stronger word it would apply as well."

John chuckled at the look on her face. "Come on, let's get you two home."

As John stepped out of the office and Carolyn made to follow him, Riddick grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. "I can see we have a lot to talk about later."

Carolyn turned in his arms to look at him with a smile. "Richard Riddick, promising pillow talk? I can hardly wait." She chuckled.

Riddick grabbed her hair, tilting her head before bringing his lips down on hers, his tongue stroking the inside of her mouth. Just as she began to snake her arms around his neck, he broke the kiss off and slapping her butt, walked past her out of the office.

Carolyn groaned, dropping her head to her chest.

"You coming?" He asked standing right out side the door.

"Not yet," she growled stomping past him.

Chuckling under his breath, he caught up with her, grabbing her hand as they walked outside where John was waiting in an old style transport.

**a.n. and warning* And here's where we add to Carolyn's harem, as I like to call it. If you've ever seen the movie Doom with Karl Urban and Rosamund Pike, then you're familiar with the Grimm sibilings. Twins actually. And if you've seen the movie you know how the sexual chemistry between these two overshadowed everything else. As creepy as it is, the really only satisfying fiction for John and Sam is when they're together. So basically, this is your warning that from this point forward there will be implications of/situations involving...yup, you guessed it. Twincest. **