Just another day trying to get through the bullshit. Maybe I'll enjoy a movie or something. I sighed as I unlocked the door to my house. I shrugged out of my raincoat, revealing a black undershirt fitted snugly against a generous bosom, and a trim waist. My jeans, while clinging to my hips, weren't ungodly tight. I could do heavy manual labor in them if needed, but I usually just wore them for painting some odd piece here or there. As it was, they were splattered with various pigments. I still held onto my large purse that was more of a messenger bag with lots of weird things in it, such as a highpowered lantern, A fold up tazing rod, large cans of tea, lots of breakfast bars, a med kit with suture supplies added in as well, and lots of tampons and pads. My heavy duty biker boots left no noise as I made my way to the friendly looking couch. I froze.

Someone was there. I discretely scented the air and confirmed my suspicion. My eyes narrowed as I swept my surroundings. Being kidnapped and tortured again did not appeal to me, to be honest. As my eyes scanned my living room and found no anomaly, I found my muscles slowly relaxing despite my unease. I tensed as I felt a presence behind me and swiveled around to see pale, almost translucent, eyes before the world went dark.

"Forgive me, child. But you are needed to push the odds in our world's favor."

Red lights and alarms blaring woke me from my forced slumber. I was sprawled on the floor as I took in my new surroundings. Glass coffin like boxes lit up in red lights lined both sides of me, seeming very familiar. "Fuck!" I grunted as I avoided something falling on me and latched onto a pole, locking my arms together. I struggled to my feet as I watched the ship break apart around me. I looked behind me to see a blond haired man clutching to another beam. The sudden force of finally crashing sent me to my knees. My vision wavered before going black.

My senses came back to me one at a time, the screaming of a man the first thing to break my catatonic state. The lack of shaking and movement of the ground reminded to me to finally unlock my arms from the beam, noting the bruises from the beam, and my own grip. I carefully stepped over bits of scrap metal and other miscellaneous objects. My mind was in total chaos as I numbly watched the man, Owens, screaming for Fry not to touch the handle. With growing horror, I realized just where I was. When I thought about enjoying a movie, this was not what I had in mind!

"Leave!" I looked up to see the docking pilot cradling Owens' head as he was dying. I felt as If I had tunnel vision as I carefully followed the others. Something from the corner of my eye caught my attention. Riddick. I felt anger build in my chest as I stared at his bound and gagged form. I deviated from my path and stood before the killer, frowning at the inhumane treatment he had been forced through. Mercs really had no honor.

Riddick tilted his head and his nostrils flared slightly. He's scenting me. I fought back a smirk at the abstract thought. I moved to take a step forward, only to be stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I tensed and turned slowly, mindful of a low, rumbling growl now behind me.

"I wouldn't get too close to him. He just escaped from a triple max prison. Probably hasn't seen a beautiful woman in a while." Johns smirked down at me. My eyes narrowed. My temper rose at the mercenary before me.

"He's a convict, so I understand the restraints, though I don't agree with them in this situation, but the sensory deprivation and a horse bit is inhumane on animals, let alone people!" My voice started low, and with every word grew louder until I had gained the other's attention. Johns' eyebrows lifted in surprise but a low simmering anger was beginning to make itself known in the depths of his eyes.

"What's your point, dollface?" He ground out as the others began to murmur uneasily.

"My point, mister mercenary, is that I will not stand to see anyone treated so inhumanely. I'm taking off the blindfold and bit." I growled out. I jerked free from his touch and took a confident step toward Riddick.

"I don't think he'll appreciate you blinding him." Johns' voice gave me pause. "He can't see in the light. Hurts like a bitch, I imagine." I shot a glare behind me to the smirking merc and looked around for the goggles he would have commandeered anyway. Finding them, I checked them over for any cracks and found none.

"This should do." I murmured to myself. I moved closer to the bound convict slowly, so as not to show threat. I stuffed the goggles in my right pocket and took my last step toward the bound man.

"Don't blame me if he rips your throat out." I ignored the venom in the mercs voice as I eyed Riddick.

"I hope you can forgive the breach of personal space, sir, but I'd like to take out your bit, if you would allow me." I spoke up, waiting for some form of consent. I only had to wait a beat before he gave one slow nod. "Okay. Let's see, The latch holding it in place is in the back..." I continued in a regular volume before murmuring in a lower octave so that our audience couldn't hear. "There's a break in the beam holding you here a bit further up. I hope that's of some help?"

"What're you saying, dollface?" Johns voice probably was meant to sound intimidating, but only managed to irritate me.

"I was just saying that he's pretty tall, so I'm having trouble taking the bit off and was hoping that he'd slide down just a bit, though I know it's uncomfortable." As I spoke, Riddick slowly slid down until I was able to successfully unlatch the bit. I leaned back a bit and carefully pulled the bit out of his mouth and began to rub the muscles in his jaws. I could feel tension in his jaw that was very familiar to me. "I'm going to pop your jaw now, okay? Just to avoid any muscle lockup." He gave a curt nod, still not moving from his semi crouched position. I quickly applied pressure to the joints and was rewarded with a resounding pop. He shifted his jaw a bit to be sure that it wasn't still stiff.

Though still impeded by the blindfold, he gave a smirk that had me answering with an amused chuckle. "Better?" He gave a wordless nod, and my hands moved to work at the knots of his blindfold. His face turned to his left where my right arm had tried to circle around to reach the knot. I froze as I caught him scenting me again. "Sorry. I should have warned you. I have some goggles that may be of some use to you, if you'd allow me to take off your blindfold?"

"Sure, sweetheart. Don't mind at all." Riddicks voice was a low rumble, reminiscent of a toffee flavored coffee and a teasing bit of honey. I forced myself not to react obviously to his voice but there was little I could do about my own scent. He bowed his head a bit as I worked to unravel the godforsaken knots. His nose was buried in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent, unnoticed by the audience we still had. I thought perhaps I should ask his name.

"I haven't introduced myself. I'm Samantha. Samantha Warren." My nails worked at the tight first loops of the knot.

"Name's Richard. Richard Riddick." He rumbled into my throat. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn't wearing perfume right them.

"Richard. That's a good name." I murmured as I managed to finally loosen the first part of the knot. As I worked at the second layer of knots, a sharp pain made me freeze momentarily as I took in the shouts of horror. I continued unraveling the blindfold, mindful of my shoulder that Riddick had latched onto with his teeth. "Calm down everyone." I calmly rose my voice to be heard. The cacophony of shouts quieted. "He's just trying to scare you. He's not harming me. He could bite a deal harder before he broke the skin." I continued on in a calm manner, managing to unravel his blindfold. "I need to reach the goggles in my pocket, Richard. Please don't bite down to hard while I move." I was answered by a throaty chuckle before he went back to biting down and giving a bit of suction. "I can't put the goggles on you if you're biting me, Richard." I informed him, amusement coloring my voice. Another chuckle rumbled into my shoulder before he let me loose, Revealing an angry purple bruise surrounded by indentations of his teeth.

I carefully set the goggles on his head, lowering them to his eyes. "Hows that feel? Can you see alright?" I checked to adjust the band around his head.

He answered with a smirk. "Fucking perfect, sweetheart."

I backed away without issue, a smile on my face. "Good to hear. Now, I've got places to be, things to do to get off this rock, that sort of thing. See ya." I turned and traipsed out of the crashed ship, passed the the slack jawed survivors.

"She's awesome!" Jack said in admiration. I chuckled.

"So, no water in that thing, huh?" I tilted my head as I watched the others, barring the Chrislams, drinking booze.

"No. The water in the ship drained out when something took out the tank." Shazza informed me.

"Lovely." My voice dripped with sarcasm. "Well, I'll pass. Aside from my purse, I might find some of my luggage. I think I packed something useful." I full out lied. I just wanted to get away from them. I pulled out my LED flash light as I entered the cargo hold. I checked the whole area over once before coming back to everyone shouting in mayhem. "What's going on?" I eyed everyone in false confusion.

"Riddick escaped." Johns snarled in agitation. "Go find weapons to arm yourselves with. Everybody needs a weapon." Everybody scrambled to find something in the cargo while I just watched dazedly as they all left me with the blue eyed devil. I turned back to him, frowning my confusion.

"He escaped?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yeah, he escaped." He ran his fingers through his hair. He eyed me. "You should probably go get yourself a weapon."

"Don't need to." I shrugged.

"Just cuz you think he ain't gonna hurt you don't mean you don't need a weapon." He frowned at me.

"Oh, I know." I pulled my tazing rod from the side pocket of my purse to show him. He eyed it warily, realizing I hadn't said it was for Riddick. "Never leave home without insurance."

"That's- that's good." He stammered. He was clearly unnerved by my painful looking stick.

The others came back, Paris burdened with his collectibles as the others gave him odd looks for his troubles.

He explained the use of each along with its level of rarity while the others laughed at his collection.

"Why should it matter? He's already gone, why would he come back and bother us?" Paris asked in a huff.

"Maybe to take what ya got. Maybe to work your nerves. Maybe he'll come and skull fuck you in your sleep." Johns grinned, loving the looks of terror on the others faces.

"Sounds like a charmer." Shazza grumbled.

"Don't he just?" I rolled my eyes as I muttered back to her. She snickered and I just smirked.

At some point, Shazza and Zeke had managed to rig up oxygen for the 'one lung short' effect everyone seemed to be dealing with. Shazza passed me one and I carefully put it on. We were just figuring who would go in search of water and Riddick, and who would stay, when Paris came stumbling in to tell everyone that we needed to see something.

Outside, we came to an unpleasant realization.

"Three suns?" I couldn't figure out who spoke in my wonder at the beauty in the landscape.

Johns was muttering how that didn't bode well since Riddick went toward sunrise.

He and Fry seemed to a discussion on how he knew that. I ignored the two in favor of Imam.

"We take this as a good sign from Allah. Blue sun means blue water." Imam's unshakable optimism made me sigh.

"Ever wonder why I'm an Atheist?" Zeke grumbled.

"Don't be an ass." I bit out as I moved toward the group of Chrislams. I heard Zeke huff behind me. I made sure nobody noticed my movements. "Imam. You and yours don't have anything to drink, right?" I confirmed.

"Yes, I am afraid we have nothing to-" I pushed two cans of my tea into his hands.

"Tea. Don't let the others see it. They've got booze to drink." I smiled.

"We cannot take your tea, miss. What will you drink?" Imam tried to refuse.

"I have another one in my bag. Don't worry about me." I grinned at him. "Just don't tell the others. No need for arguments, right?"

He nodded grimly, calling his boys to pray.

"Where they going?" Johns walked up. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise at the invasion of my space and turned my head to find him not far from my back. I moved away from the merc with a barely contained snarl.

"From what I understand, they went to pray. Needed some privacy." I barely kept my tone civil.

"I was wondering." Johns made to get in my space again, though I didn't allow it. "What a pretty little thing like you was doing, traveling alone?"

"Not that pretty," I grunted, folding my arms across my chest, hoping he'd drop the subject.

"You don't think so?" Johns tried again to get me cornered, and succeeding, as I backed into the broken hull. "Riddick sure seemed to like you."

"I removed his bit. Of course he seemed to like the only one who wasn't hard pressed to treat him like a person rather than a wild animal or the scum on the sole of my shoes." I scoffed at his logic.

"I guess you're right." He chuckled humorlessly. "So how'd you know I wasn't a cop?"

"I can always pick a cop from a lineup. Even dirty cops got something about them that shows through. You don't look or act or feel like a cop. Even with your badge." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay." He nodded as he leaned forward, intent on kissing me when a dry gust of wind slapped his scent in my face. I shoved him away as I began to dry heave. "What the hell?" He near shouted in aggravation.

"You smell like a hospital." I hissed in disdain after the feeling of nausea dissipated. I left him gaping in silence, looking for something to do.

Disgusting!