Disclaimer: simple terms…ME NO OWN! (sad times) lol
AN: YAY! I'm back! :D heh okay well here's this chapter I hope you guys like it I read through the reviews I had gotten when I first started this story and felt like I could keep this story going :P
PS: I kinda used some wording from my other PB fic sorry lol so please excuse that but there really is only so many ways you can write Riddicks POV as the ship is crashing ;)
WARNING: There WILL be ALL types of citrus going on! Lemons galore! In this story! (maybe not this chapter but in future there will be) So you guys have been warned! That is definitely going to be apart of this story, so all of you who want to see Riddick and Brook getting all hot and bothered for each other this is for you. Those you don't want to see that…I do not recommend continuing reading…it will only end in disappointment for ya…KAY well HERE WE GOOOOOOooooo… :P
Chapter 3: Crash landing.
Climbing into the cryo-stasis chamber assigned to her, Brook tried not to have a mental breakdown at what was likely to be a very long time in what amounted to a coffin. Yes. She was Closter phobic, and no she was not likely to be cured of that in the next twenty minutes where she would still be awake, yet essentially trapped before the crew activated the sleep sequence for the entire ship. As they had to be far enough away from the shipping lanes in order to put the ship on auto pilot and until the Captain could do so everyone was stuck in their chambers, awake. Though they had been told to attempt to fall asleep in this time, as it would make the chemically induced sleep a smoother transition, or something like that.
Clenching her fists around the straps to her bag, which she had not allowed the ever so helpful attendant to put into the cargo area, she attempted to relax her muscles starting at the top of her head and making her way slowly to the tips of her toes, and made sure she had her signal jammer still embedded into her chest right below her left collar bone. She did NOT want to be caught by the Company, they tended to shoot first and never ask questions. As she was a Morpher they would either kill her, which if they found her would be an unexpected mercy, or they would take her and keep her in some lab in the middle of nowhere to attempt to recreate what she could do, which would be excruciatingly painful.
Letting out a slow breath she calmed herself and glanced one more time at the reason she was even on this god forsaken ship, Riddick. The only person to have ever caught her pickpocketing, well noticed that she had been the one to do it after the fact anyway, she smirked to herself. She still had no clue as to why she was even going after him, she didn't owe him anything, and she certainly didn't LIKE him, blush notwithstanding. Sighing in relief as she felt the effects of the sleeping chemicals finally take effect she slipped into unsteady sleep.
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Riddick POV:
They say most of your brain shuts down in Cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side. The animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians, not exactly the smartest way to go. Sounded like forty, forty plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man. Probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? Hmm? What route?
Smelled a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads, good for me, potentially bad for everyone else. And here's my real problem. Mr. Johns. Blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to the slam. Only this time he picked a ghost lane.
Long time between stops.
Long time for something to go wrong.
Tilting my head I caught a whiff of a familiar scent immediately placing it as the devious little pickpocket from earlier. Hmmm, I wonder what she is doing here. She should have been long gone by now, I even half expected her to take my ship, but that was definitely her.
Interesting, a slow lingering smile crawled across my face as I wondered at her reasoning for getting on this ship. She had to have known that I was on it as she was close to where I was located. Let's just wait and see shall we gorgeous? Smirking once more I slipped into a light doze to pass the time.
22 Weeks out:
A black rough blindfold hides my eyes though by now I had made a convenient slit allowing me to stare at the ship beyond my cryo tube. A metal bit wedged in my mouth lends to a perpetual grimace. A read-out shows in red flashing lights, "LOCK-OUT PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. ABSOLUTELY NO EARLY RELEASE." Snorting I look out at my fellow 'passengers' taking in the ones that had introduced themselves near my locker when they had boarded. Looking around I notice two that hadn't introduced themselves one was a kid locked in a cryo tube but didn't appear to have the outside code that the captain puts in meaning the kid was a stow-away.
And the second was my little pickpocket. Heh, she would not like me calling her little even though she obviously was. Settling back and bracing myself I got ready for the crash landing, I wouldn't want to die before collecting on my payment of ship keeping duties from her now would I? I smirked as the landing broke my door open and went to take cover in the pipes in a lower deck.
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Normal POV:
Being jerked out of cryo sleep was a harsh way to wake up, even if you hadn't been as deep as everyone else was. The blinking red lights and the sharp thrashing of the ship around her was like giving her a toe tag for the morgue with her name on it, obviously something had gone wrong. The whole ship gave a great tug before it felt like something broke loose and then again, and again before there was a grinding from the direction of the cock pit and she glanced up sharply to see the face of a fiercely determined woman reaching for a switch, which Brooklyn vaguely recalled as a purge switch, causing a jolt of pure terror to shoot through her thinking that she was going to shot out into space like old trash because someone of the crew had screwed up.
But then there was a man looking equally determined but with a grim look on his face as he jammed a metal pole in the doorway causing the purge to be cancelled. Brook sighed in relief just before the ship crashed, skidded across the surface of the planet, and she was pulled into blackness once more. Though not before seeing the horrifying sight that she was the last of the pods yanked from the rest of the ship that had not been purged, and thinking it was just her luck to have been saved by the man with the pole just to die anyway cause the ship decided to skid on the side her cryo chamber was located.
AN: PLEASE REVIEW! Lol cool well I hope you like this chapter! It's been awhile I know :P but I lost my muse for this story a while back and just recently found it again :D Let me know what you think