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Jack [1]
Title: Jack
Author: xxxevilgrinxxx
Rating: [R]– Violence, language, death, character death.
Fandom: PB/AU – Sequel to “Trust Me” and “Rider”. AU to “Last Dance Redux”.
Pairing: Riddick/Shazza, Jack/OMC, Various OM/FC’s
Disclaimer: Riddick, Shazza, Jack and Toombs from the Pitch Black and TCoR universes belong to their respective owners. All other characters are the creation of the author. “Trust Me”, “Rider”, [...]
Rider 68
Seven years later…
Wiry muscle, tanned and weathered, lined with a tracery of small scars. Jack’s arms bunched and flexed, her body a perfect machine as she strained to turn the sail. The glider spun neatly on its axis and she held back the flutter of nervousness at the speed.
Rider 67
Jack followed easily, just a step behind Riddick. The pale light of Trieste’s twin moons may have been a factor but she didn’t think so. She knew that she could follow Riddick even on the blackest night, even if she hadn’t had practice. Which she did.
Rider 66
Theo pressed back into her hand. Joanne. His back ached and he stretched, unsure of how much time had passed. Pale golden light filtered through the open windows of Sunhillow, spilling across the table strewn with charts and papers.
Rider 65
Riddick and Shazza came up behind Jack, one hand on either shoulder as she touched the shattered door of Sunhillow’s keep. They stood there silently, isolated from everyone else for a moment, and it was just the three of them again.
Rider 64
Jack’s stomach knotted and the tension made her fists clench and her chest hurt. The sea had opened up before them as far as could be seen. It should have been serene.
Rider 63
Riddick and Theo ran full out across the causeway in pursuit of the four remaining Company men. A scattering of Underhill’s villagers trailed out behind them along the stone promontory which led out to the shattered ruins of the castle.
Rider 62
A kiss. Jack had never before dreamed of a kiss. The men in her dreams were usually the stuff of nightmares but this was different. Soft and sweet, and oddly it made her think of Riddick. It was gentle yet strong and it made her feel safe as though nothing could hurt her. A waking [...]
Rider 61
The air chilled slightly just before dawn and a scrim of mist swirled over the fetlocks of the antelope as they moved toward the edge of the forest. Dawn’s first rays had turned the air a pale eldritch green, a strange otherworldly twilight that insisted upon silence and got it.
Jack [2]