Reunion Part 1
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The siren screech in the darkness surrounding her, her heartbeat pumping
in her
ears she wished it would stop for fear that the things would get her.
Things, the
creatures, the flying carnivorous creatures that struck in the dead of the
night. That got Imam’s boys, Shazza and Zeke, and Johns...fuck Johns, the
bastard. He wanted to sacrific them, all to save his own ass...what a
hypocrite I am today, I did the exact same thing, Fry thought....
Carolyn Fry woke as she always did for the past three years. Her eyes
simply
opened, no jolt into wakefullness, no blurry-eyed groaning. She
simply...opened her eyes feeling like she hadn’t slept at all. What with the
dreams she’d had for the past three years it’s no wonder her mind wouldn’t
drop into REM sleep. She was too terrified to. One fine-boned hand swept
over the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of pills, twisting the cap
brutally off and popping two into her mouth. The pills, beautiful blue and
yellow pills, that kept her from going crazy from lack of REM sleep. Amazing
what the world’s technology was coming up with these days.
A soft, wholly annoying beep pulled her up in bed and reached for the
palm-sized, touch metal disk. Her holo-beeper. Holding it in her palm, she
watched as a hologram materialized in the form of her superior, Captain
Meier. The captain was a tall, spindly man with pinch lips and a nasal voice
reminded her of the nosy mosquito in some childrens holo-book she’d read when
she was small.
“Yes, sir?” she asked, her voice rough from non-sleep.
“Last minute mission. Your to report to docking bay three in one hour,”
came the voice that grated on Fry’s nerves.
“What’s the mission, Captain?” Fry asked.
“Top secret.” The hologram blinked away, dissolving into mist before
her eyes.
She threw the holo-beeper across the floor in disguist and threw her bare
legs over the side of the bed, standing and stretching her lithe body, corded
muscles making
themselves known in her arms and legs.
In the shower, as she pressed her forehead against the cold tile while
the scalding hot water burned down her back, running across the jagged,
circular scar just left of her spine, the memories came back in flashes.
//Staring into Riddick’s eyes and seeing the human staring back her, a
mixture of shock, denial, and horror on both their faces as they
realized...that Fry had been stabbed, was dead. She could feel the first
backward pull that would take her from the haven of Riddick’s big arms, feel
the leather gray wings against her side as she was lifted. Watched as he
suddenly lept forward in slow motion and grabbed her flailing arm, yanking
her back to him as if to keep her from death itself. She could feel the
beasts claw ripping out of her back as she landed roughly on the ground,
safe, well, except for the huge hole in her back. Riddick’s arms hauling her
roughly to her feet, shouting at her to ‘move! move! move, Fry! Now...!//
Carolyn opened her eyes and realized the water had turned cold. She
stepped out and toweled dry, then slipping into panties and a sport’s bra,
and into a pale bluish-grey light suit. Her hair, a little longer than it
had been three years ago, was still cropped and pale. She stared at herself
in the mirror, not seeing herself, but seeing her memories play back before
her eyes, faster and faster...
//“Is she gonna die, Riddick?” Jack asked solemnly, sitting beside the man
she adored in the skiff, dark-eyed gaze on a half-concious Fry. “Yes,”
Riddick answered bluntly. Sugar coating wasn’t his style, probably never
was. “She’ll die if she doesn’t get the medical care she needs.” A soft,
sad sigh, and Jack abruptly laying her head on Riddick’s shoulder. Riddick,
his ‘shined’ eyes looking a bit startled before settling into indifference.
Imam’s deep voice breaking in, asking where they were going. The coldness
seeped in as Riddick moved away from her to the main computer console to
check their location. “Nowhere,” came the gravely voice. “The power cells
are dying.” His tone was indifferent, but in her incoherent state, Fry
could have sworn she’d heard worry.//
Carolyn snapped herself out of her memories with the thought of work. She
turned and pulled on the heavy steel boots she liked, and left the small
cubicle that was her home, and headed towards docking bay three.
The ship, *her ship*, was a A class warship, equipped to handle any and
everything. One the side, in dark red and silver were the words ‘Sweet
Spot’. A morbid sense of humor, she had.
Throwing her bag down in the hatchway, she walked on-baord her baby and
did a
routine systems check. After about fifteen minutes, she felt a presence
behind her and stiffened imperceptively. Straightening, Fry turned to face
her captain and smile frostily.
“Sir?”
“We’re transporting two known criminals. We didn’t get a full profile
on either
of them, only that they are highly dangerous.”
“What are they charged with?” Fry asked, not for the sake of curiosity,
because
she could have cared less, but one could never have enough information.
“Murder, though they claimed self-defense. Smuggling, theft, and the
list goes
on,” Captain Meier replied. Fry nodded blandly.
“I assume they been put into cry-tanks?” Fry asked, turning around to
finish her
systems check.
“Yes, cryogenically frozen and perfectly harmless.” Fry’s dry laugh
earned a
peculiar look from her captain. ‘Cryogenically frozen and perfectly
harmless’ my ass!,
Fry thought. Hadn’t they said the same about Riddick...?
//“Talk to me, Riddick,” Fry murmured quietly, coherent now. Riddick could
hear the
scratch of her fingernails against the metallic floor. Fry felt him settle
beside her and
angled her head to stare at him. Her gaze fastened on the evil smile and she
almost
groaned, regretting her decision to get him to talk to cure her boredom.
That smile told her it was too late to renig.
“I hit the sweet spot, just left of the spine...” Fry snorted and said,
“Nevermind,”
muttering something about psychopath’s that had Riddick, Imam, and Jack
laughing
almost hysterically. She looked at him again, wondering at the change in
him, when she began to to...
“I trust you, Riddick.” Her voice was a raspy whisper, and he barely heard
it. Barely.
Her gaze was disconcerting to him, but he says nothing, keeping her gaze,
holding it with a steely one of his own. She certainly didn’t expect him to
turn away.
“Can I have some morphine?” she finally asks, pulling her gaze away.
“Are you in pain?” The gravely, deliciously dark voice rumbled up her spin,
making her forget the pain of her back for a brief moment.
“Not really,” she replied, her voice going quiet. “I just...don’t want to
be fully *there*
to witness my death.” She looks at him again. “I’m scared.”
And suddenly he’s right in her face, and he’s so close that she her
eyelashes would brush his cheek if she moved an inch...
“That’s hard to believe,” he replied. Then he’s gone and minutes later
morphine is
taking her to cloud nine, and she grasps onto the only anchor she trusts
right now. Her hands reaches for his and she is a little surprise to feel
her fingers being enfolded by his warm ones. She drifts safely into
unconciosness.
“A ship! A freighter vessel!” Jack’s pitched voice shouted from the
co-pilot’s
seat, effectively startling everyone. “They’ve spotted us, we’re saved!”
Riddick had a
dark look on his face, and Fry shivered.//
Carolyn Fry sat in the pilot’s chair, her hands moving lightening-fast over
the console she knows so well. She checks her watch. Still a good twenty
minutes before her cargo gets loaded.
“Hey, Fry, you’re here early,” came a voice. Fry smiled and turned in
her chair to
smile at the Torrel, the young woman who was the Communications officer on
board.
“You’re here early, Carolyn,” Torrel smiled.
“I figured I get a head start and run the checks before any of those base
techs
decided to do it and fuck up my baby,” Fry smiled back. Torrel laughed and
walked past, shaking her head. Torrel was probably as close to Fry’s best
friend as anyone was ever going to get. She had been with the physician team
that had been sent to rescue Fry and Jack and Imam when they had landed,
after Riddick dissapeared...
//The next time Carolyn woke up she was in a bed, looking directly at the
backside of one incredibly muscled Richard B. Riddick. She rather liked her
position.
“Good to see your awake and enjoying the view,” Riddick spoke up, humor in
his voice. Fry was glad he handn’t turned around yet or he would have seen
the amazing blush bloom across her cheeks.
“Where are we?” she asked instead.
“Hel,” he answered. Her eyes swung back to him. He smiled and moved to
his haunches beside the bed. “It’s a planet in the Whirlwind Galaxy,” he
explained. Fry groaned. The Whirlwind Galaxy was a veritable dumping
ground/hideout for the worlds criminals. Not even the more determined bounty
hunters would go scavenging around on Hel.
“Where are the others?” she asked.
“The kids asleep. Imam already got a transport to New Mecca. He said
his goodbyes and left you with a prayer,” Riddick said. She nodded and rose
up on her hands, then slowly moved her knee’s beneath her to sit. “What
now?” she asked him.
“Your the captain,” Riddick replied, his smile and tone sarcastic.
“This is your territory,” she replied evenly. He smiled, and sat back
beside the bed.
“There’s a Space Command Station a few light years out. Phone home,
Fry,” he said.
“And you?” she asked tentatively.
“Riddick’s dead,” he replied.
“Which one,” she immediately countered boldly. His look was not
confused, he knew exactly what she was talking about. The Riddick that had
murdered people, the ruthless cold killer, or the man that had saved their
lives on that Godforsaken planet. He didn’t answer her. Instead, he leaned
down and pulled her to him for a probing kiss that left her limp in his arms.
Never one to be outdone, Carolyn matched the tugging hands in her hand by
raking her nails down his arms, earning a tight hug that pulled the air from
her. Riddick, taking advantage of her breathlessness, swooped down to devour
her mouth, and fry gave back as good as she got. Clothes were torn away in
haste, tension and lust and passion building to a breaking point from the
last few days of hell. There was no love involved. The sex was incredible,
dark and rough, enough to make the blood pound in her ears, kisses so deep
that her neck and throat her, that nothing hurt eventually.
The next week she and Jack were headed back to Earth, and Riddick dissapeared
into Hel.//
“Cargo’s here,” Captain Meier’s voice wheezed into Fry’s hearing range.
Carolyn
got out of her seat and followed the captain down the pathways leading to
medical. She met Torrel there and smiled, walking to the woman’s side.
“What do we got?” Fry asked.
“Man and a young woman,” she said. “Guys over there, and this is our
Jane Doe,” Torrel
said, moving aside so Fry could get a good look at the cryo-bed.
The young woman looked no more than 18 or nineteen, tall and slim.
Various
tatoos covered her arms and legs. Her hair was dark brown and thickly
curled, frozen against her pale skin. The features...she felt like she’d
seen them...
“Well, what’s this?” Torrel’s amused voice broke into her thoughts and
Fry
looked closer at the girls neck and choked. Inscribed in lavish cursive, in
a deep red
color was the word ‘Badd’.
“Is there more?” Fry asked faintly.
“Um, yeah. Jack B. Jack B. Badd,” Torrel replied, not noticing how
pale Fry had
suddenly become. “Must be a boyfriend or something,” Torrel said
dismissively. But
Fry was no longer listening, she was headed towards the male prisoner they
had brought in.
She approached the cryo-chamber and used her palm to wipe the beads of
water
away. Her hand stayed upon the glass she she stared at the face that had
haunted her dreams for the past three years. “Riddick...” she whispered.
“Yep, Richard B. Riddick and Sin.” Fry turned towards the voice to see
a tall,
tanned-skined woman staring at her. She was a merc.
“You caught them?” Fry asked faintly. The beautiful woman nodded
proudly.
“Wasn’t easy. Took two years just to find a trace of Riddick, and another
year to wait until he had emerged from the sewers with his new protege,” she
said, gesturing back to the young woman.
“You said her name was Sin?” Carolyn asked, walking back over to Jack’s
cryo-bed.
“One of her names. She goes by Sin, Jack, Badd, and when she’s really
in a
humorous fucking mood, Mrs. Riddick. Funny.”
“Where are we taking them?” Fry asked.
“Slam City, for execution,” the woman replied, a cold smile on her lips.
Fry nodded to them both and sped out of the med lab, hand around her throat
trying to slow her breathing. Riddick and Jack, alive, and...criminals.
“Shit!” she screamed, slamming her fist into the wall nearest to her. She
leaned heavily against the wall and breathed deeply. The mercs words kept
coming back to her over and over again...’slam city, execution’ She
couldn’t let that happen...could she...?
End Part 1
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