Title: Strong Coffee
Author: Onyx Wildcat
Fandom: Riddick/Aliens Cross-over Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 for Strong Sexual Content, Language, Violence and Possibly Gore. Viewer Discretion Is Strongly Advised.
Characters: Main Characters:: Riddick and OFC(MINE).
Chapter: Ongoing...seems it's taken on a life of its own
Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick or anything else pertaining to the Riddick Universe. This is merely for entertaining the masses of sillies that are as bad as me. -UPDATE- I also don't own anything from the ALIENS universe. I'm just insane and I LOVE Ripley and Xenomorphs The Female character (Which is an extension of myself) is Mine.
Summary: Riddick finds himself having really good coffee...O.o
Archive: Nope
Feedback: Oh yes I would seriously love it!!

Onyx's Note: I began writing this 2'9'07 and I am STILL working on it. If you do decide to start reading this, Riddick will seem VERY OUT OF CHARACTER At First. That's the point…*grins* It begins to unravel and you come to find out…not everything is as it seems. It's one of those stories that makes you go, "WTF??? and OMG!!" A lot. You'll have your Riddick…if you decide to give this story a chance… You'll also be on the edge of your seat (which I find myself doing when I re-read this story and I friggin' wrote it LOL). Please, give it a chance…and I promise, it's worth it. On that note, Enjoy!

-His Perspective-

Been a while now since I've been around. Been too long. Far too long.

Leaning back against the wall, looking at her, watching her. She doesn't know I'm here. I don't even know if she cares anymore. Kinda hurts. Funny thing…pain. Not like the slice and dice kind. It's that nasty sting that starts somewhere in your gut and finds it's way into your chest. Yea…that one. She's gotten under my skin. But I wonder…does she even know how deep?

So deep that I've traveled across the universe, got my ass sucked into some kind of inter-dimensional worm hole and found myself here. Right here, right now.

I'm so close to her, I can hear her breathing. Does she notice me? Does she sense me standing in the corner, next to the door in her bedroom…as she lies there on the bed? She's curled up on her right side, facing the wall. No…she doesn't. Why? She's passed out. Dreaming from the looks of it. I wonder what she's seeing…

I move slowly, silently. I know she won't wake up. She's in a deep sleep. But I want to savor this moment. Every step will sink into my mind for an eternity. Every drawn out moment I'm in her presence, you bet your ass I'm going to make it last. I've been away too long…way too fucking long.

She shifts and I stop moving. I watch her breathing, she's waking up. Fuck.

A groan slithers from her lips as she opens her eyes. She still hasn't looked up yet. I watch her in silence, battling every urge to just go to her. Not yet…not yet.

"What the fuck…" She spots my shadow. Her eyes are focused on me, squinted. She can't quite make me out. "Damn it wake up!" She growls and rubs her knuckles against her eyes, trying to rub away the sleepiness. I don't move when she looks up again but this time…her eyes are wide. She can see me.

"I'm having a dream…" She states in a flat tone and continues staring at me like a deer in headlights. "…a really vivid dream."

I say nothing and close the small distance from where I'm standing toward the bed. She jumps back when I sit down on the edge, my eyes focused on her face. "A dream huh?" My voice, as low and as dark as possible, passes my lips and has an immediate effect on her. She's shivering.

"No…you're not real." A whisper, choked and scared.

I move a bit closer as she pins herself against the wall. I'm so close now I can feel her breath on my skin, it trickles erratically against my face as I lean even closer. She has no where to run. "Not real huh?" I hear the tone of my voice and almost don't recognize it. I sound like male lion in heat. "If I'm not real then you won't be able to feel me."

She's as still as a corpse when I reach toward her, my right hand hovering just above her chest, right over her heart. I watch her stare at my hand as I let it rest ever so gently on her nightshirt. I'm not sure what to think at the look she's giving me. It's a mixture of disbelief, shock, anger and something else…can't quite put my finger on it.

"Oh god…" Her voice is a sliver of sound echoing through the darkness around us. She sounds so far away. "You…you're real." Stuttering she manages to speak and clenches the sheets in her small hands. Her knuckles show white through the skin. She's terrified.

I can see the realization dawn on her beautiful features. Her lips, so inviting…so plump, press together before she begins worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. I pull my gaze away from her mouth and stare into her eyes, which suddenly seem alive. I swear that I can almost see wheels within wheels turning at a break neck speed. She's trying to rationalize the situation.

"This isn't possible." Her voice is stronger now, almost desperate to prove herself wrong. "You are Not real."

"And why not?" I say and crawl toward her causing her to slide down the wall. Perfect. A window of opportunity has just opened up. "Why is it sooo hard for you to acknowledge the fact that I'm here? Hmmm?" I growl and hover over her, my arms on either side of her body, leaving no room for escape.

"It's not possible." She repeats in a frightened voice and clenches her eyes shut. "Not possible…"

I listen to her trail off and get an idea. Letting my weight rest between her legs, I lower my head and let out a deep, bone chilling growl into her left ear. "Oh I'm Very real princess."

She sucks in a sharp breath and snaps her eyes open. My heart damn near breaks at the silent tears that begin rolling down her cheeks. "Please don't hurt me…"

God that voice. I didn't intend for this kind of reaction. You stupid bastard. "Jesus baby, you think I'm going to hurt you?" My voice has taken on a completely different tone. One that's broken, soft and unlike me. "You'd think I'd come all this way just to hurt you?"

She opens her mouth to speak but only makes a squeak. The expression on her face is priceless. "You're not?"

"Hell no." I reply and feel her body relax, even if it's just slightly. Any signs of her beginning to calm down is an improvement. "Besides…" My voice trails off into a rumbling sound as I bring my hand to her face and gently run my fingers down her cheek, wiping the tears away. "I'd rather be just like this…lying here, with you close to me."

Her eyes take on a hint of curiosity as her arched brows furrow. "Riddick," She says my name in a strange voice, her eyes expressing the disbelief that she's actually using it to address the real thing. But just hearing my name pass that beautiful mouth lights a fire in my soul. "I know you're not here to hurt me… But why are you here?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

She shakes her head no and I give her a sly smile. "Well…" before I can stop myself the words go rolling off my tongue. "I'm in love."

I feel my heart stop, a lump forms in the back of my throat and I damn near choke on it. I feel so fucking vulnerable right now, and by the look in her eyes… She's shocked too.

I am in some deep shit now.

-End Chapter One-