Title: Missing

Author: NJRD

Fathom: After Pitch Black /AU

Pairing: Riddick/Jack

Rating: PG 13

Summary: a brief look into Riddick’s and Jack’s relationship. A one shot.

Disclaimer: The characters you can recognize do not belong to me, I’m just borrowing them to play for a little bit. I don’t have the rights of the song either, nor do I claim them. No money made, no damage done. That wonderful song belongs to Evanescence. Great band, by the way.

Archive: No, ONLY at this Blog.

Feedback: Of course, as long as it’s your honest opinion.

NJ’s note: I’d like to thank K for betaing this story back in the days when I wrote it.

I’d like to thank as well evilgrin for allowing me to post it in here. ((smooches))

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Missing

Jack’s eyes blurred with tears as she watched him leaving the apartment. Each and every night during the last few years she had watched him, always following the same routine.

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The plans had changed; up until now it had really been Bishop’s show but that was no longer the case, now that Bishop was dead. The tech officer, Johns, and the last merc that had been on their team stood quietly and looked at Duncan, for direction, any direction. He still wanted to find Theopoulis, that much hadn’t changed, but he didn’t work this way; he didn’t kill innocents. He didn’t kill women and children and gun down whole families. There may have been a time when Bishop wouldn’t have done that either. He couldn’t change what had already been done but he could stop any more damage.
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Duncan had always known that it would come down to this moment. Bishop had been haunted in one way or another by that first encounter between them for the last twenty years. Everything had slipped out of control, a blend of accident and design. Duncan was not a man that thought of fate, or he would accept that they had been destined for this.
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Bishop stood just outside of the ship and leaned against the massive trunk where there was protection from the rain. He hadn’t wanted to leave the area at all and would have preferred to take the village right then and there, but Duncan had insisted that they wait for the cover of night to besiege them. That the mercs had started to head back to the ship the moment Duncan had said it had pissed him off and he quietly seethed the more he thought about it. The men hadn’t turned to him to ask what they were to do; they simply listened to Duncan and then dismissed him out of hand.
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::THIRTY THREE::

“Be still, Jane. We’re being watched.”
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::THIRTY TWO::

“Fuck, Riddick, I’m sorry…..”

Kid looks scared. Not that I can really blame him. Jenkins isn’t really a kid, and, at some point, I’m going to have to stop thinking of him as one. Today seems like a good place to start. I could say that he’s just damned fast, but I have to look at the truth. I’m getting slow in my old age.
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::THIRTY ONE::

“Is he awake yet?”

She’s sitting in a chair, beside Johnson. Comes down here quite a bit, and, if I couldn’t find her anywhere else, I know she’d be here. I’ve only left her side a couple of times, and, even at that, it’s only been in the last two days. She’s armed. Enough people here know Jane wouldn’t hesitate to shoot. Still makes my guts knot up every time I leave her alone. Had to start dealing with it sometime.
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::THIRTY::

Tried not to hear the knock on the door when it came. Stayed watching her for a moment, the corners of her mouth turned up, in the start of a grin, as we both lay still, and pretended not to hear the door. Knew we couldn’t stay in here forever. I throw some pants on, and answer the door, shielding Jane from view. It’s the kid that handled the comm system. I don’t say anything. He came down here for a reason, better to just find out what it is.
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::TWENTY NINE::

“Riddick…”

Nothing but a murmur answers me, nuzzling over my cheek, as he carries me back to my quarters. My arms around his neck, pressed hard into his chest, arm under my knees. Carrying me back to bed. I’m not big. Theoretically, I guess, a guy could carry me pretty easily. Never happened in this context before.
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::TWENTY EIGHT::

“I want to know the second that signal clears…and send somebody down to the med bay….”
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