Author's Note:

I was just wondering if there was still any interest in this story? I've been thinking about the sequel and the characters are FINALLY starting to talk to me again. I have a little snippet that may or may not end up in the sequel and thought you might like to read it. Please review and tell me if you like it/don't like it think it's IC/don't think it's IC:

"What is your problem, Riddick?" Jack demanded, pushing a long strand of hair out of her eyes.

"You really want the truth?" The expressionless mask had reasserted itself over Riddick's features.

"No, asshole, I want you to lie to me," she said sarcastically, "I enjoy that kind of thing."

Fighting the urge to smile at Jack's feisty attitude, Riddick took his time pouring himself a cup of coffee and settled himself into one of the galley chairs. Propping his booted feet up on the table, he smiled at the annoyed look on Jack's face. "What? My ship, my table, I can put my boots on it if I fucking want to."

"Whatever." Jack threw the shop towel she'd been wiping her hands with onto the counter. "So, are you going to answer my question or not?" Not waiting for an answer, she pulled the fridge door roughly open and grabbed a bottle of fruit juice and sat down in a chair opposite Riddick, consciously mimicking his pose.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence as he sat there, looking at her before he finally spoke. "The truth is, you scare the hell out of me."

Jack's mouth dropped open. *Did I hear him correctly?* "I scare YOU? Are you cracked?"

Riddick's throaty laughter filled the small galley. "Oh, yeah. I'm pretty damned sure I am." He could tell from the look on Jack's face that she was beginning to believe that too. "I've been completely out of my mind since I figured out that this sexy piece of ass I'd been following around Orion station was none other that 'My Little Jack'." His voice was dripping sarcasm. "So, 'Little Jack' was all grown up. Ok, I could deal with that. Get my heads straightened out so to speak and figured if I just avoided you that you'd crawl back into that space of my memory where you were 'safe'. But NO! You couldn't do that. Everywhere I turn, there you are and I just can't think of you the same way I used to, so I try to pretend it doesn't matter. But then I realize, it DOES matter and now I can't get you out of my brain. And every time I look at you I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you senseless, until you don't remember anyone but me. Then, at the same time, I get all 'big brotherly' and I want to protect you from guys JUST LIKE ME. So now I have this dilemma, which part of my brain do I go with? And I figure, well, the longer I'm around her the easier the decision should be, right? WRONG. I don't know whether I'm comin or goin and I don't like that feeling."

Jack stared at him for a while, processing the information. "You know, I think that's the most words I've ever heard you speak at one time."