*taps chin* The whole op involving Carter could’ve been one elaborate smokescreen where Dwight was inserted as a body double after the real Verone had already been caught. During the course of that, they discovered an up-and-coming Mexican drug lord known only as Santiago, who the CIA monitored and later sent Michael (and Dwight by extension) after.

Owen had a thing with Carter until that asshole traded him for someone else, and was long gone before Dwight got involved. When they finally meet, Owen’s both irritated and intrigued to find his handler bears such a striking resemblance to his ex. Oh yes, if this is going to be his penance for the foreseeable future, he’s going to have some fun with it.

Oh I love it!  Dwight is so done with everything.  It doesn’t help when Michael calls him using a disposable cell.  He’s in trouble.  Well, San’s in trouble- that motherfucker- and Michael needs Dwight’s help.  Apparently there’s some asshole by the name of Reyes after them.  *clears throat*

Avengers’ New Groove Masterpost.

oh it’s not the masterpost… not yET:

Reblogging again for the new notes

McG, you are a big conscienceless trololo.

He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what to do and it’s killing him, because here he is, trapped in the past and unable to get back but having made so much progress and so many good, actual relationships here, that he doesn’t think he would willingly /want/ to go back. He misses it, of course; being a Necromonger, being a soldier, but that absence of bloodlust hadn’t killed him yet and frankly, he was starting to think that maybe it was better to be a healer than a killer. Of course, when he’d first gone through that damned wormhole - a fluke of the navigations that had changed pretty much /everything/ - he’d left behind everything, too. Everything he’d known and cared about, gone in the blink of an eye, and he’d spent days trying to get back, but of course, wormholes don’t go both ways. He’d been transported years from his own timeline - the Necromongers didn’t even /exist/ here and now - and he hadn’t known what to do. And with no need of a military in this near-utopian era, he’d had to find another way to make a living, another way to get over the loss of his bonded in such a monumental way.

Enter medical school, and Starfleet, and Jim fucking Kirk. It was interesting learning about alien cultures and biology when before he’d only been interested in destroying human settlements, and it ate up some time and distracted him from the loneliness, but he needed to get into space again, to find out if he really was stuck here for good, so becoming a doctor for Starfleet helped ease it along. Jim just came along with it, as bright as the sun and the complete opposite of Riddick. He couldn’t really compare them, though; no, they were both gorgeous, both dangerous in their own rights, and both their smiles lit up the room, but where Jim was brave and daring and willing to sacrifice himself for the ‘good of mankind’, Riddick couldn’t’ve cared less. Where Jim tried to keep violence as a last resort, it was the first scenario Riddick brought up. Where Jim certainly had a juvie record and had served a day or two in jail, Riddick had done hard time in and had escaped from at least ten prisons throughout various galaxies. Where Jim was here, Riddick was not. Riddick was gone, for /good/, on the other side of a wormhole he couldn’t go back through, and Siberius - /Leonard/ - needed to realize that.

He doesn’t think he ever did.

Fast forward, two years into the five-year mission, four-ish years into his relationship with Jim, who was as understanding as he could be about Leonard not wanting to say much about his past (“My old - partner… I haven’t seen him, in a while.” And Jim knew that tone, and he didn’t press him for answers) (“Did you do anything before you were a doctor?” “I was in the military, on a settlement far from Earth.” And Jim would want to ask, but his own demons would keep him from it, and they’d move on to another topic).

And then the fucking skiff with his Furyan - /his Furyan/ on it, sputtering into the Enterprise’s space just enough to pick up the weak distress signal, and the next thing he knew his long-lost mate was being wheeled into Sickbay with a fractured femur and a punctured lung, but dammit if he wasn’t gonna get out of this alive.

And Dr. McCoy used the surgery to distract himself some more, working on autopilot to keep the damn man breathing, because if this was real, if /he/ was real…

And he was. Leonard - Siberius - god, he didn’t even know anymore - he could touch him, could smell him, he was right there, sleeping off the worst of it under a thin white sheet while Siberius was trying not to have a panic attack because Riddick was /here/, he was here and he was safe now, he was safe with him, he was /with/ him, /god/ it had been /so long/…

And he - he could do nothing but sit and wait. Sit beside the bed, keep himself from holding his mate’s hand just to feel the warmth, feel his pulse, and wait. And Jim… oh, Jim. The captain had already come in to see their newest strange addition, rightly wondering if the man was dangerous to the crew, and Leonard had told him no. He didn’t know, of course; he trusted Riddick, he trusted him with /everything/, but he’d left him so long ago, who knows what could have happened in those years since he’d been gone? If he’d been usurped? And god knows what made him show up /here/, in a Necromonger skiff beat to hell and back, in a universe that wasn’t his a few hundred years in the past. He could very well not be the same man he left, and he could very well be dangerous, especially given the strange new situation he was in (Riddick, he had always hated hospitals, and the Enterprise was too bright and too /good/ for his Furyan to bear. He’d need to get him something for his eyes before he woke up). But he had to trust his instincts, and he was hoping they were right.

Jim had trusted him in response. Jim had also seen the way he’d reacted to Riddick’s presence; his tense shoulders, hunched back, pale face and shaking hands (god, they never shook…), and inferred his own theory about the man in his Sickbay. He’d placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezed it tight, then bent down and kissed his temple before making his leave.

Leonard stopped him before he left, not taking his eyes off of Riddick, his Riddick, watching his chest rise and fall under that flimsy white sheet. “Jim?” He didn’t need to turn to know he’d stopped. He’d thought his senses had grown weak over the years, but they’d picked right back up again, almost too loud, too overbearing now. He’d heard Jim stop. “Give him a chance first, okay?” He’d never admit his voice choked up on the last word, and neither would Jim, but he heard him say “okay, Bones” and then he was gone, and Leonard - Siberius - he was sighing like the weight of the Basilica was lifted from him, and all he could do was wait.

Because he didn’t know who he would choose, if push came to shove. He didn’t know, and he didn’t want to have to. And Jim had just gave him the go-ahead, that he could try and make all three of them work. Now all that was left to do was see if he could get Riddick on board.

#CRYING LOL #I A HUNDRED PERCENT WANT THIS TO END JIM/BONES-VAAKO/RIDDICK SORRY NOT SORRY

HAHA, how’d I know that was the direction things would shift?  Why am I such a sucker for “Fuck having to pick, let ‘im have both” fics?

When Riddick woke he knew he was in a strange place.  It didn’t feel right, didn’t smell right.  He carefully opened his eyes, finding himself in some kind of medical bay, thankfully the lights being dimmed enough to not make it painful on his eyes.  The question was where was he?

“You’re awake,” someone noted, a petite blonde poking her head around the privacy screen.  “Dr. McCoy should be back any minute.”

Riddick only nodded at the nurse, waiting until she left before taking stock of things.  He swung his legs over the side of the bed- and what kind of weird ass bed was this anyway?- and noted he was wearing patient garb.  All of his weapons were gone, his clothes and goggles nowhere in sight.

That’s when he smelled it, his head jerking up and looking towards the medbay doors where they had swished open softly before he even heard the rumbled voice.  Sure enough, the man that appeared was Vaako- hair cut short and wearing some kind of uniform with a blue shirt like the nurse had worn, but Vaako all the same.

“Vaako!” Riddick breathed, ignoring the pull of newly stitched muscle as he lunged across the space and pulled his mate into a crushing embrace.  “What happened?” he demanded, refusing to let go.  “Where’d you go?  Where’ve you been?”

Vaako hesitated with surprise but then reached up to grab hold of him in turn.  “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” he admitted.  “I… I thought I’d lost you.”

“Y’know damn well I’d never stop lookin’ fer ya.”

Vaako nodded against his shoulder, holding him closer.  He turned his head to take in his mate’s scent, pulling back with his brow furrowed when he smelled another scent mixed intimately with Vaako’s.  Before he could comment, Vaako said, “Five years is a long time Riddick.”

“Five…?  What’re you on about?  It’s been five weeks.”

Vaako shook his head, practically hissing, “That’s impossible.  It’s been years since I passed through that wormhole.”  It must have occurred to him he had no idea how Riddick had found him as he asked, “Furthermore how did you get here?”

He shrugged.  He had never been good at technical crap unless it came to flying a ship.  “Ion storm,” was all he could offer.  He had gone to the place Vaako’s ship had essentially disappeared from.  The storm had shown from nowhere, sucking the ship in.  It had done a number on the vessel, and himself after being tossed around like a rag doll, forcing him to hit the emergency transponder before fading completely.

Riddick stiffened, noting a new presence in their end of the medbay.  “Who’re you?” he demanded of the kid with the bright eyes wearing a yellow uniform shirt.

“Jim Kirk,” he answered, keeping a careful distance.  “Captain of the USS Enterprise.  That would be the vessel you’re on now,” he added pointedly.

Vaako had stepped away from Riddick when he saw Jim, the pair looking at each other carefully then.  “Bones?” Jim prompted, eyes flicking to Riddick and back again.

“You are /not/ fighting in my Sickbay,” was the first thing out of his mouth, gathering the other two men’s attention. “There will be no male posturing or pissing contests while patients are being treated. Is that understood?”

Jim shrugged, uncaring, since he was typically non-violent and non-jealous, whereas Riddick bared his teeth and let out a sharp breath through his nose, clearly unhappy with being ordered around, but let himself be led back to the biobed he had leapt out of so Bones could look him over and make sure he was healing the way he should. His leg was still swollen and discolored, his broken femur no doubt made irritated by jumping up, stumbling into his arms, and standing for a few minutes. He shouldn’t gotten up, at all. Good news was the cuts left from his surgery were well on their way to disappearing, along with most of his other scrapes and bruises. He had pulled a few stitches, though.

Bones set to work patching them up, trying to ignore the growing tension. Jim had followed after them, and was now standing at his shoulder, no doubt taking in the stranger. Riddick was just glaring at everything and nothing in particular, bitter and resentful about being half-incapacitated in a strange new place. Jim was the first one to speak; “You know who I am, so who are you?”

Bones didn’t need to look up from his work to know Riddick had a cocky smirk on his face and was planning to snark at the blond until he threw up his hands and gave up. Jim wouldn’t give up, of course, but Bones didn’t want their animosity towards each other to get any worse than it already was. “No instigating, either,” he said.

The words made Riddick sigh, disappointed, before he grumbled out, “’S Riddick, to you.”

Bones could tell Jim was frowning at the blatant disrespect, but neither of them brought it up. “And I’m assuming you two know each other?”

It was Bones who sighed, this time, when Riddick shot back, “Intimately.”

Now, Jim wasn’t stupid. He was damn near genius. Since their short, but meaningful, conversation earlier, he’d started suspecting that the strange man they’d taken into their ship was the very same estranged, long-lost lover Bones spoke about. He didn’t speak of him often, and when he did, it was always sadly, like they’d never see each other again, but with Riddick’s refusal to be subtle, Jim had already made the connections and come to his conclusion, if his uncomfortable shifting beside him said anything about it. The problem was, Jim was also a self-sacrificing asshole, and would throw out his own happiness if it meant everyone else could be happy instead. The ‘everyone else’, in this case, being Bones, and ‘his own happiness’ being their relationship.

Bones wasn’t going to let him do that. He /couldn’t/. He cared about him too much to let him get away with it.

But, he had no idea what to do, how to make it work. Riddick and Jim were two entirely different animals - Riddick with his possessive streak a mile long and his deadly temper, and Jim with his insecurities and trauma and absolute bone-deep /goodness/. They were two people who wouldn’t give each other the time of day, let alone interact if they had the chance. It was going to be a nightmare trying to get them to get along, and getting them in a relationship? Near impossible. But damned if he wasn’t gonna try. He couldn’t lose them. He couldn’t lose them.

So, as so as he was done patching Riddick back up, he stood, placed a hand on Jim’s shoulder, and pushed him down into the seat he’d just vacated. It seemed to surprise both of them, watching them blink at each other and then at him, before he said - and god, it almost made his heart clench just thinking about it, let alone saying it out loud - “None of us are leaving until this is settled. You are both going to talk and come to some kind of agreement because, dammit, I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want to be shared like some kind of /thing/, either. I love you both, but frankly, if I can’t be with both of you, I can’t be with either of you.” He ignored the way his throat clenched up on the last few words by crossing his arms and looking down at both of them. “I’ll explain everything I know from my side to both of you to clear anything up, but I want you to get along, and if you can’t, I have to leave.”

*coughs*  This may have become out of control…

Riddick let out a growl.  “You’ll do… what?”  On the last word his fingers wrapped around Bones’ throat, pulling him in so they were almost nose to nose.  Jim had gotten to his feet but didn’t move any further when he realized Riddick wasn’t actually hurting him.

Bones narrowed his eyes, well used to the way Riddick handled things and knowing full well the Furyan would be more feral than usual being injured and fighting for what he saw as his.  “You heard me,” Bones growled right back.

Jim’s eyes widened, never having heard that tone before.  Sure Bones could be a gruff old bastard and was certainly bossy as all hell, but this was altogether different.  He wasn’t sure what to make of it.  Though he noticed Riddick didn’t seem surprised by it.  In fact the man smirked.

“Vaako,” Riddick warned.

Bones bared his teeth, fingers biting into the wrist that held his neck.  “It’s yes or no Riddick.  You decide how this plays out.”

“I prefer to settle it in the nearest training hall,” Riddick remarked in turn.  “You, me, and some blades…”  His smirk was both teasing and feral.  “Just like old times.”

Bones snorted.  “You mean you want your ass on the ground.  I’d take you up on that offer if I wasn’t a doctor now and you weren’t my patient.”

“Doctor,” Riddick scoffed, finally letting go.  “Ain’t you Vaako.  You belong out there with me on some shithole planet covered in blood.”

Bones looked away then as he murmured, “Not anymore.”

The whole time Jim had watched and listened.  Honestly he wasn’t sure what to make of any of it.  As much as he wished to pull Bones aside to ask for an explanation, the man had already said they weren’t going anywhere until they talked things through.  Jim didn’t know that Bones would answer the things he wished to know with Riddick right there, or even if he wanted to ask them with those strange silver eyes watching him.

“Bones,” he prompted all the same, drawing his lover’s attention.  “What the hell is going on?  What haven’t you told me?”  When Bones hesitated, stepping back away from the biobed, Jim moved into his space.  “I’ve never pressed and you know that.  But I think it’s about time you filled me in.”

“You haven’t told him?” Riddick sounded almost smug, the bastard.

”Why would I?” Bones snapped back at him. “The Necromongers don’t exist here. We are obsolete, because we haven’t even been /formed/ yet-”

“Necromongers?” Jim interrupted, unfamiliar with the name, for more than a few reasons.

Riddick opened his mouth to talk, but Bones just clapped a hand over it to keep him from talking, ignoring his angry muffled shouts and attempts to bite his hand to get it off. “You remember how I was part of a military?”

Jim raised an eyebrow. “That was the name of it?”

Bones sighed, and finally removed his hand from Riddick’s mouth, wiping it off on his thigh while Riddick sputtered and scowled. “It was a race that just so happened to have a military, which I was a part of. We weren’t exactly the most… wholesome race-“

“They were genocidal,” Riddick spoke up with an angry smirk directed entirely at Bones, and he winced, at the bitterness in his voice and the horror in Jim’s face.

“What?” It was an exclamation, and Bones knew he wasn’t gonna get out of this unscathed.

“It was our /religion/,” he emphasized with a pointed glare at Riddick, who seemed especially satisfied with himself. Scorn for scorn, he supposed. “To convert or kill every human being in the universe to reach paradise in our afterlives.” If possible, Jim looked even more horrified at his words, and it made Bones feel even more guilty. “None of us had much of a choice in joining the ranks, but we were taught that humanity was a plague and to wipe it out. To be fair, by the 28th century, it certainly seemed like it was-”

“Wait wait wait,” Jim said, waving his hands. “Stop. Stop.” And Bones did, while Jim rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair, because Jim needed time to process this, the fact that his doctor boyfriend was actual a murderous soldier from the distant future, and because he was fucking considerate, unlike /some people/.

“You picked a weak replacement, didn’t you,” Riddick said with a snort, and it made both of them glare at him.

“He’s not a replacement,” Bones stated, irritated. Riddick was making this as hard as possible out of spite. “I went through a goddamn wormhole and came out on the other side centuries in the past with no way of getting back, and you have the nerve to be the most upset about me finding someone to be with? Do you know what it was /like/ when I realized I couldn’t get back? I spent as long as I could with my supplies trying to get back through and I /couldn’t/, and now that I’m even a little happy with someone else you try as hard as you can to ruin it because you’re /jealous/. And I get it, I do, but I care about both of you and I /love/ both of you, and I don’t want to lose either of you just because you’re picking fights and starting shit. I’ve been here for five fucking years, I learned how to be a /doctor/ for god’s sake, and you instigating things to ruin what I have now when I want it to work it out and want /us/ to work - /all of us/ - is /cruel/. And don’t even say that that’s just how you are, because you’re acting on your jealousy and its /pissing me off/.”

Riddick huffed and looked away.  There were many comments he wanted to make but instead he bit them back in favor of self-preservation.  His mate could be extremely difficult to deal with if Riddick allowed him to get angered, and currently he was pushing it.  No matter what Vaako claimed, even if it had been five years, Riddick knew the man could still be lethal.

Jim’s meltdown ceased as he watched Bones berate Riddick.  There was no doubt to him that Bones was telling the truth, was speaking from the heart about his feelings.  Jim had no idea what to think of it all, but he knew he loved Bones, whoever he was, and that he would do his best to get his head wrapped around it all.

“If he’s a Necromonger,” Jim prompted, “then what the hell are you?”

“Furyan.”  Riddick’s silver eyes flashed dangerously towards him.  “Necros killed every one they could find.  I ghosted their leader for it and low and behold, guess who’s now king shit of the dead?”  Riddick scoffed.  “Only stayed for Vaako.”

“So why didnt you both just leave?” Jim asked, looking to Bones, not having missed it was the second time Riddick had used that name- Vaako.

“Dunno why we’re even bothering with this,” Riddick grunted out instead.  “Vaako’s my mate.”  He looked at Bones then, cutting off his retort.  “And I don’t really give a damn what happened when ya thought you were stuck here without me.”  He was back and they were still mates.  Blondie would just have to get used to the idea.

Not that their conversation got anywhere.  An emergency alert sounded, snagging the attention of both Starfleet officers.  “Captain,” Jim’s comm sounded, “you’re needed on the Bridge.”

“Damnit.  Bones.”  Not that he had to say a word as Bones was already at his heels.  Of course Riddick was there as well, both men choosing to ignore it for the time being.

Stepping off the lift onto the Bridge, Jim turned to his First Officer.  “Mr. Spock.  What have we got?”

“It appears to be a Klingon war party.”

Sulu called from his seat, “And the’re not very happy Captain.”

“Nothing new there,” Bones scoffed.  He glanced over at Riddick, finding his mate was scanning the Bridge and its people.

It looked like their little talk would have to wait.

“You need to get back to Sickbay,” Bones told him, and Riddick spared him a glance through squinted eyes as he took everything in.

“And why would I do that?”

“I don’t want you straining yourself.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say to a Furyan whose pride had already been wounded, because Riddick turned to him with one of the coldest looks he’d seen in a long time. “Right,” he said, deadpan. “Because of course, your pitiful excuse of a mate is too weak to handle a little turbulence.”

Bones furrowed his eyebrows at him. “Turbulence is the least of our problems, and in this light, I don’t want you getting a migraine.” He still wasn’t wearing his goggles, and the rest of the ship was predominantly white and bright. Bones gave him a look. “You know how you are when you have a migraine.”

Riddick scoffed, glaring at him. “”If that’s all you got going for you, Vaako-”

“You broke your femur and punctured your lung,” Bones said, “I don’t care if you’re Furyan, you can’t just bounce back from that in less than a day.”

“Gee, tell me how you really feel.”

Bones sighed, keeping himself from rubbing his temples. He’d almost forgotten how absolutely stubborn his mate was. “I need to head down there, too; if we’re facing an attack, we need a surgeon.”

“Because you’re a doctor.”

Bones frowned at him. Riddick was bitter, understandably, but he was risking the safety of the entire ship by acting how he was, trying to make him remember that he’d killed more people than he cared to admit, than he’d saved, at this point. “Because I’m a doctor.”

Neither of them moved for a moment or two, until Riddick shrugged and said, “Fine.” That in and of itself was suspicious - Riddick never admitted defeat if he could help it - but Bones didn’t bring it up, instead opting to order Jim not to make any dumb decisions that put him in his Sickbay (to which he responded “I’ll try”) before leading them both away.

Riddick was quiet the entire time. Without Jim there to antagonize, he had likely sunken into his brooding inner monologue. Riddick often had bouts of silence, ones where he contemplated various things, from new sparring techniques to the best way to kill someone who had annoyed him. Bones just hoped that now he wasn’t on that list.

They got to Sickbay with no problem, but when he was trying to lead him to the biobed he’d been using, Riddick said, “Shouldn’t you be trying to free up beds in case you get a bunch of patients?”

Bones looked at him. “Of course,” he admitted, “But we don’t have any yet. We’ll move you if we have to. The ones we have now take priority, and that includes you.”

Riddick snorted and shook his head, but obligingly climbed back onto it while Bones looked at his vitals. “You got soft, Vaako.”

Bones chuckled humorlessly. “I’m sure.”

“Always hated doctors.”

“I know.” He looked away from his vitals to where Riddick was staring at him. “But I still love you.” He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his back pocket, ones he’d gotten in hopes of giving to him before everything went to shit, and handed them to Riddick, who looked at them blankly before putting them on. Bones then leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, telling him, “Stay here unless someone moves you, and please, don’t try climbing around in the vents. If we’re facing a war party, I don’t want you getting stuck in them with the ship under fire.”

“Yes, doctor.” It was nice to hear his old sarcasm, even if it was a little bitter, and he felt relatively comfortable leaving his bedside with a call of, “Lights, 100%.”

It was only five minutes before the first rumbles of turbulence started, another two before they started getting patients, and another fourteen before Jim’s dumbass self got himself a spot on his surgery table again.

“Seriously Jim?” Bones asked in exasperation.  Most of his patients were- as usual- from Engineering.  Then Jim had shown up with a few others from the Bridge that had been injured by a blast that hit near the vulnerable space of the ship.

“Well it was either me or Pavel,” was his retort, wincing as Bones stitched the cut on his head.

“Playing the hero.  Big shock,” Bones scoffed.  Naturally Jim just grinned.

Spock had taken command as soon as Jim ordered them to warp and was now coming through the medbay doors.  “Captain.  Standing by as ordered.”

“Standing by for what?” Bones growled.

“That warbird wasn’t out there for kicks,” Jim answered.  “There were more Klingon ships picked up on the surface of a nearby planet.  Sulu is going to warp us in behind the planet and I’m going to take an away team down.”

“Like hell you are.”  Bones hit him with a hypo in the neck, causing Jim to curse and protest.  “You have a concussion kid.  Ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“I can lead the team in your absence,” Spock offered.

“Listen to the hobgoblin.”

Jim rolled his eyes, getting to his feet.  “Need I remind you both I’m the Captain?”  He held his finger up at Bones when he went to interject.  “I’m going.  If you’re so worried then you can come too.”

“I’ve got other people here that need my attention,” Bones argued.

“The Doctor does have a point Captain,” Spock commented.

There was a snort off to the side and Riddick stepped up towards them, staying at Bones’ shoulder.  The Furyan had made himself scarce once the bodies began coming in.  Now he was smirking.  “Vaako can fight better than any of you.  Leavin’ ‘im behind would just be stupid.”

“I don’t fight anymore Riddick,” Bones reminded through clenched teeth.

“Whatever you say Beautiful.”  When push came to shove, Vaako was still Vaako and would lash out when cornered or to protect someone he cared for.

The one called Spock looked at him carefully.  “This is the man we found in the damaged ship?”

Bones did quick introductions before looking at Jim.  “Fine, I’ll come.  But what do we do with him?”  He jabbed his thumb back at Riddick.

“That’s easy,” the Furyan answered for himself.  “Gimme back my damn blades ‘cause I’m comin’ with ya.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Bones exclaimed. “You’re still healing-”

“I’ve been through worse,” Riddick snapped back, “Stop treating me like a fucking child and let me help. I’ve been itching for a fight anyway.”

Bones scowled, fully prepared to try to tell Riddick he was being his usual pigheaded stubborn self when /Vaako had had to fix his punctured lung and stitch him up himself, how the fuck do you think he felt having his lover’s life in his hands off the battlefield/, but Jim interjected by telling Bones, “Stop arguing. If you’re letting me come, he can come too, especially if he’s as good a fighter as he claims.”

He looked at Spock. “All of his weapons are in a storage unit, along with his boots and those goggles he was wearing. Check the newest addition and bring them to the transporter room if you’re all set to go.” Spock nodded politely before leaving to do as asked.

Then he looked back to Bones. “Bones, get all the supplies you need to go planetside. We’re not trying to make this an all-out offensive, we’re just trying to slow their reorganization until we’re far away enough to warp out for good. If we attack them outright they’ll declare war. Bring medical stuff, but only the emergency supplies.”

Then Riddick. “You, come with me.”

Riddick did so with an irritated look at being ordered around, but cast a smug glance at Bones as he stood quietly seething behind them, before they left Sickbay to… wherever Jim was taking them.

He just hoped Riddick wasn’t using the situation as a way to try to hurt Jim. With his jealousy and possessive streak, combined with his wounds and the way Bones had dressed him down earlier in front of Jim, he genuinely didn’t know how Riddick would react if they were alone together.

Meanwhile, Jim was leading Riddick to his quarters, keying in his code and immediately heading for his dresser, leaving Riddick loitering around the doorway, leaning on the wall. “’S there a particular reason you brought me here, blondie, or did you just wanna show me your fancy ass captain digs?”

“You need clothes,” Jim said, throwing him an undershirt and pair of pants, which he caught on instinct. “And you’ll need to find another shitty nickname, ‘cause that one’s a bit overdone.”

“Funny,” Riddick deadpanned, stepping further into the room and starting to strip.

“I know,” Jim snarked back, prompting Riddick to give him a look and Jim to respond with a quirky grin.

"You gonna leave and let a man change in peace?”

“Nope,” Jim said, popping the ‘p’. “I’m not that suicidal, believe it or not, and I’m not leaving you alone.”

Riddick snorted, continuing to strip and pulling the new clothes on. “Not as ditzy as you look, are you.” It was a statement.

“It might surprise you, but there’s actually a reason I’m the captain of a giant starship, and only half of it is because of my good looks and charming personality.”

Riddick actually found himself chuckling at the banter - turns out the kid wasn’t that bad at meeting him remark for remark when he put his mind to it.

He pulled on the shirt last, knowing he was going to start smelling like the blond before they got back on the ship, could already tell, and didn’t know if he was resentful or indifferent about it. After all, Vaako barely smelled like him anymore; he smelled like Kirk, and Kirk smelled like him. The combined scent was underwhelming (if noticeable to him), and left him both comforted and on edge. He wasn’t familiar with it. It was a little disorienting, but hell if he wasn’t gonna prove himself in front of this new guy and show him just how worthy he was of Vaako, because he hadn’t seen anything that spectacular from blondie just yet and didn’t know if he was going to. Vaako didn’t deserve a weak mate. He could stomach the situation if his other mate wasn’t a vulnerability.

So he turned back to Jim - who had been unabashedly staring while he changed, either to make sure he wasn’t hiding another weapon or to check out the goods, he wasn’t sure - and said with a smirk, “We headin’ out or what, pretty boy?” and found himself smiling when Jim barked out a laugh at the nickname before leading them out.

#AYYY LETS GET THIS GOIN #LBR JIM IS 100% ALL FOR LETTING RIDDICK IN ON THEIR RELATIONSHIP WHEREAS RIDDICK IS LIKE 20-ISH% #AND REALLY THE ONLY THING KEEPING HIM FROM BEING FOR IT IS THE FACT THAT HE THINKS JIM STOLE VAAKO FROM HIM #WE ALL JUST NEED A GREAT CONVERSATION WITHOUT ANTAGONIZING AND YELLING BUT Y'KNOW #THAT’LL NEVER HAPPEN LOL  With Riddick involved?  Nope.

Seeing Riddick in command gold was funny and Bones bit back the chuckle when the Furyan looked at him.  “You got a sense of humor finally Vaako?” he mused.

“Bite me Riddick,” he threw back.

Riddick naturally leered at him.  “Gladly.”  Bones scoffed and Riddick just grinned.

They were waiting in the transport room for Sulu to get them in position.  Scotty was staring at Riddick but didn’t say a word, though Bones and Jim could see the Engineer practically vibrating with energy.  Besides them, there was a handful of the Security Team, all of which had been looked over and dismissed by Riddick.  Bones couldn’t exactly blame him.

Spock arrived with Riddick’s gear and the Furyan had a feral grin on his face as he put his precious ulak blades on his back.  “Here,” Jim offered, holding out a phaser, “you may want this too.”  As Riddick turned it over to look at, Jim dropped his hand casually on his, showing him, “This is stun, this is kill.”  To Riddick’s smirk he added, “Keep it on stun unless ordered otherwise.”

Riddick raised a brow but it was Bones that answered, “Federation policy says we should always preserve life if possible.  Our diplomatic relations with the Klingons are bad enough.  We don’t need to add fuel to the fire.”

“Shouldn’t we just leave then instead of creating a confrontation?” Riddick reasoned.  People had always mistaken Riddick for being dumb but Bones had always known that wasn’t the case at all.  He was devious and a brilliant tactician.

“That would be the logical choice, yes,” Spock agreed.

“Because we need to know what they’re doing in this system,” Jim answered, ignoring the Vulcan as usual when he stood against something reckless he was about to do.  “This is technically Federation space.  Besides that, Klingons tend to have an agenda wherever they go.”

Of course Jim would have to be correct.  They had snuck in behind the Klingon patrol that was raiding some temple when someone on the Security Team hit some debris and alerted the group.  It was a short-lived battle, all the Klingon’s being stunned.  It was only part of the group and they needed to move before the rest discovered them.

Naturally that hadn’t worked and Bones was patching up crew members as Jim and Riddick moved forward.  Riddick slipped away into the shadows to do what he did best while Jim took the more forward approach, dashing straight into danger.  A shadow following over him was the only alert Bones got.  He reacted with lightning speed, rolling to the side as he grabbed up a discarded weapon and fired, killing the Klingon.

“Bones!  Bones, you okay!?” Jim called, running back to his position.

“Fine,” Bones confirmed, turning away so Jim didn’t see how it had affected him.  Using a weapon again, calling on long ago used skills had given him a rush.  It had only been one enemy.  Thinking of how it could have been many more set his heart racing, blood coursing through his veins in want, hungry for battle once again.

“Hey!” Riddick called.  “You should come see this!”  He was at the entrance to the temple.  Bones called for Scotty to beam up the injured while the three of them and two hobbling members of the Security Team followed.

It was a weapon’s cache.  A large one.  Apparently the Klingons must have been stockpiling it for a long time.  “I’ll have to call Pike,” was all Jim said, knowing this didn’t bode well.  Either the Klingons were increasing their dealings with weapon dealers and mercenaries, or they were planning something.  With the amount of hardware present, probably both.

“Scotty,” Jim said into his comm, “beam us up.”

As though they didn’t have enough problems…

Later, once Jim had reported to Pike and ordered the Enterprise to stay put until backup arrived from the Federation, he returned to his quarters to find Bones and Riddick already waiting for him.  Looking at them, admittedly he couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

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The trio were seething when they saw Johns.  Santana and his goons hadn’t let up in their pursuit and weren’t afraid to use their numbers to beat their lover.  Of course that didn’t mean Johns had surrendered but he wouldn’t last much longer either.

“You have to go in on your own,” Riddick informed Owen.  “We’re wanted.  They’re mercs.”

“And Johns would kill us,” Brian concluded, not looking any happier than Riddick about being left behind.  “Here.”  He offered Owen a handgun.  “Works as you’d expect,” Brian assured, “but it has a bigger kick so watch yourself.”

“Don’t shoot no one ‘less ya gotta,” Riddick added, jerking his chin for Owen to get moving.

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Holed up in the back corner of the first shithole bar he’d come across, Johns nursed his drink in silence. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that when his crew was either fussing over him or bickering among themselves.

He should see Boss, he knew that, but he simply didn’t want to. Not right now anyway. It wouldn’t fix anything for him nor would it change anything, so what was the point? He didn’t hate the man–far from it–he just couldn’t act like nothing had changed after only a few days since finding out the truth.

Between that and Owen’s sudden appearance, claiming to be his husband, the only thing Johns wanted right now was to drink himself numb for the foreseeable future.

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Johns had gone out to lick his wounds and drink.  Owen hadn’t been too happy with the idea but Riddick gruffed out a “Let it go” that brokered no argument.  It was the way Johns was.  The boys knew well enough when to just leave him alone and let him go.

“I’m bored,” Owen announced after a bit.  Riddick had been cleaning and sharpening his various blades- seriously, where did the guy keep them all?- and Brian was working on his twin pistols.  It reminded Owen that he wasn’t as prepared to deal with the dangers of the future with only the bowie knife Johns had slipped him.  He needed to get his own gear.

Riddick smirked, silver eyes meeting his as he suggested, “Care to be used as target practice?”  Owen scoffed.  He could tell the other man was teasing though and so gave a little smirk of his own in turn.

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Toombs and Santana locked onto them a couple of days later, and this time Johns knew there was no escaping. Separately the two were morons as far as he was concerned, but together they made up for each other’s failings and became a force to be reckoned with.

And they’d done their homework this time, making sure Boss’ crew wouldn’t be around to interfere. It was four against too many, and they’d been overwhelmed despite the numerous injuries and dead bodies left in their wake. Beside him, Owen and Brian laid in a crumpled, unconscious heap on the dusty ground.

A pair of Toombs’ crew yanked Brian up by his arms, and Johns watched helplessly as he was dragged off toward Toombs’ ship, the same fate as Riddick who was already on Santana’s ship. While there was no doubt in his mind that Riddick would escape like always, Brian he wasn’t so sure of. And if Brian couldn’t escape, he’d wind up in a slam facility that’d be a hell of a lot more difficult to spring him from. Assuming he survived that long.

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The trio were seething when they saw Johns.  Santana and his goons hadn’t let up in their pursuit and weren’t afraid to use their numbers to beat their lover.  Of course that didn’t mean Johns had surrendered but he wouldn’t last much longer either.

“You have to go in on your own,” Riddick informed Owen.  “We’re wanted.  They’re mercs.”

“And Johns would kill us,” Brian concluded, not looking any happier than Riddick about being left behind.  “Here.”  He offered Owen a handgun.  “Works as you’d expect,” Brian assured, “but it has a bigger kick so watch yourself.”

“Don’t shoot no one ‘less ya gotta,” Riddick added, jerking his chin for Owen to get moving.

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Holed up in the back corner of the first shithole bar he’d come across, Johns nursed his drink in silence. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that when his crew was either fussing over him or bickering among themselves.

He should see Boss, he knew that, but he simply didn’t want to. Not right now anyway. It wouldn’t fix anything for him nor would it change anything, so what was the point? He didn’t hate the man–far from it–he just couldn’t act like nothing had changed after only a few days since finding out the truth.

Between that and Owen’s sudden appearance, claiming to be his husband, the only thing Johns wanted right now was to drink himself numb for the foreseeable future.

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Johns had gone out to lick his wounds and drink.  Owen hadn’t been too happy with the idea but Riddick gruffed out a “Let it go” that brokered no argument.  It was the way Johns was.  The boys knew well enough when to just leave him alone and let him go.

“I’m bored,” Owen announced after a bit.  Riddick had been cleaning and sharpening his various blades- seriously, where did the guy keep them all?- and Brian was working on his twin pistols.  It reminded Owen that he wasn’t as prepared to deal with the dangers of the future with only the bowie knife Johns had slipped him.  He needed to get his own gear.

Riddick smirked, silver eyes meeting his as he suggested, “Care to be used as target practice?”  Owen scoffed.  He could tell the other man was teasing though and so gave a little smirk of his own in turn.

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The trio were seething when they saw Johns.  Santana and his goons hadn’t let up in their pursuit and weren’t afraid to use their numbers to beat their lover.  Of course that didn’t mean Johns had surrendered but he wouldn’t last much longer either.

“You have to go in on your own,” Riddick informed Owen.  “We’re wanted.  They’re mercs.”

“And Johns would kill us,” Brian concluded, not looking any happier than Riddick about being left behind.  “Here.”  He offered Owen a handgun.  “Works as you’d expect,” Brian assured, “but it has a bigger kick so watch yourself.”

“Don’t shoot no one ‘less ya gotta,” Riddick added, jerking his chin for Owen to get moving.

Because I can’t decide who to send this to, I’m tagging my three fave gals/dude: a-quick-drink, trust-me-i-dare-you, darlinjohn

Here’s an idea for ya.  Brian gets caught by the Feds and put into a cryo prison.  Now hundreds of years later he’d been unthawed, not because he’s free but because they need him to track down another escaped inmate from the Butcher Bay Level III (cryo) facility- Riddick.  A la the Demolition Man.

Of course he wasn’t expecting Riddick to be a copy of Dom, or to be a more feral version of the man he’d fallen in love with and lost.  And then if we involve good ol’ Johns, well, isn’t that just another ghost from the past…

What Brian doesn’t initially realize is this new job has put him smack in the middle of the game Riddick and Johns have been playing for years, and he’s now become a very welcome distraction. So Brian plays it to his advantage, plying both of them until they’re wrapped around his fingers. He can’t deny an attraction to both of them, though is it real or just seeking comfort in this odd bit of familiarity in an unfamiliar world? It’s all just a huge coincidence, he tells himself–hell, maybe there’s even another Brian out there somewhere–except both Riddick and Johns remember things they shouldn’t know… 

*happy dance*

We all know Johns and Riddick have been enjoying their games.  Butcher Bay just really solidified things for them as they found themselves working together rather than their usual pissing matches.  Now there’s an even more interesting development as there is some bombshell blonde tracking Riddick.  They had gone back to their cat and mouse game, but this guy looked out for blood.  So Johns decided to keep him close, add him to the game without him even knowing…

Brian isn’t too sure about the offer of help from this merc.  However a quick check shows some Grade A credentials.  Add that to the fact he’s caught Riddick multiple times before and Brian agrees to the team up.  How was he to know what these two very different men would end up making him feel?

Of course just when things look to be settling between these three, Boss Johns has to come in and complicate matters.  Damnit Boss.  You have the worst timing ever.  Can’t yer son have any fun with his frozen ex-cop and criminal mastermind boyfriends?

No, because yer bein’ a dumbass. Just turn Riddick in and collect already. Except the three of them know that’s never gonna happen, mostly because they don’t want it to. And to be honest, that wasn’t even the plan when it was only him and Riddick screwing around.  

The other reason being Brian because he makes Johns see things, things he used to blame on the morphine except they never completely went away even after he stopped. First time he’d laid eyes on that feisty blond, though, and all the fuzzy memories flooded back. It was more than physical attraction that drew him to the ex-cop, it was an inexplicable feeling that they had crossed paths somewhere along the way. 

But how was that even possible?

The word ‘miami’ rattles around in his mind as the only clue, but he doesn’t know what that is. Doesn’t mean anything to Riddick either, who claims ‘los angeles’ is what his mind supplies to the same question. Maybe it’s finally time to talk to their Iceman and hopefully get some real answers. 

Now the big question is… Are Riddick and Johns reincarnations and encountering Brian has triggered their past life memories?  OR- again, a la Demolition Man- were they also cryo frozen and “rehabilitated,” given new memories before being turned loose?

Either way, the boys lose Boss- temporarily of course, they know that- and then proceed to pin Brian down and demand answers.  Of course Bri wouldn’t know whether it was one scenario or the other himself, just that he knows they are the spitting images of two men he used to know- and love- in their own times and spaces of knowing him.  But that was hundreds of years ago.  Yeah, they may look the same, even have some of the same traits, but they’re different too.

No matter what the answer to the question of past life or cryo rehab, Brian loves them for being them, not because they’re some ghosts from his past.  For Riddick and Johns that’s a good enough answer for now.  However they all know they’re going to have to figure out this mystery at some point.  But where to even begin?

Their search leads them to a prison with a worse reputation than even Butcher Bay. Abandoned before Boss’ time, the cryo prison housed the galaxy’s worst, most of which who were kept safely on ice; any merc lucky enough to cash in there would be set for life. But whispers among those that knew the place claimed it was also home to criminals that predated it by centuries. Why, nobody really knew, but Johns felt it might be the key to finding the mystery man in his memories.

Picking his way through the pile of debris blocking the entrance, Johns finally cleared enough away and slid down another mini dune and into the cryo ward, reminding himself not to get his hopes up. The entire prison–what was left of it anyway–had sand spilling into every opening, the desert planet’s effort to reclaim the man-made eyesore. If that man was even here–and that was an astronomical if–there was no guarantee he would still be alive.

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Brian remained off in a corner of the ship by himself, not speaking to anyone.  Riddick mirrored the obvious desire for lack of company in a corner of his own, although he looked to Brian on occasion as though he wished to comfort him but knew it wouldn’t be appreciated.  Johns remained sitting at Owen’s side, watching the man with a mix of curiosity and reverence.

When Owen finally stirred, Johns sat up a little straighter, wondering just what was going to happen.  Of course he never expected…  Owen blinked open his eyes, stiffening as soon as he looked upon a foreign space, slowly scanning until his eyes fell on Johns.  He blinked again, hazel eyes working past the haze of waking from extended cryo.  The name to fall off his lips was “Carter?”  Before Johns could even reply, Owen was grabbing him, pulling him into a violent kiss.

Johns was initially taken off guard but then ended up melting into the demanding, needy embrace.  Owen pulled the line from his arm, shoving Johns roughly against the wall and continuing the intimate dance.  Johns’ eyes might have been closed, but he was seeing flashes- memories?  These lips and hands that were so familiar.  Nights spent in a tangle of limbs and sheets.  He knew this man.  How he couldn’t really say, but he did.

There was a low growl from the doorway and Johns looked to find both his lovers standing there.  No doubt it was Riddick that growled, but Brian was the one looking ready to commit murder.  Owen turned with a smirk on his face.  “Well, well, Brian O’Conner.  What a sur-”  Brian’s fist connected with Owen’s jaw, cutting off the taunt.  “Shove it Shaw!” he barked.  “You stole Carter from me, and like hell you’ll be taking Johns too!”

Owen caught another hit to the jaw but that was the last easy blow Brian would get.  The fight was on then and apparently being locked in a cryo tube all those centuries had done nothing to Owen’s military skills.

This was a fight a loooong time coming and Riddick was content to smirk and let Brian have his fun.  He snagged the back of Johns’ neck as he tried to step in and break it up.  “You’ll just stay right there and let them go.”  “Riddick.”  “Just cool yer jets Billy boy.  They get too out of hand we’ll step in.”  Riddick leered at him as he added, “Or would you rather it be me teachin’ the pretty boy a lesson for puttin’ his hands where they don’t belong?”

Johns grumbled but didn’t push his luck.  He wasn’t stupid.  But he also didn’t want Owen dead before he had the chance to get any answers.  Johns touched his lips, still feeling the biting kiss.

(Y’know, it can still go either way with Johns and Riddick being reincarnations or rehabbed, LOL.  Dunno what I like better…)

#This is getting out of hand. Is that not what always happens when we get going? ;)

Riddick finally stepped in before Owen could land another blow, scruffing him by the collar and yanking him off Brian. Owen rolled across the metal-grated flooring, landing on his back and snickering despite the obvious pain it caused him. “Still can’t finish your own fights, can you, O'Conner?” Owen taunted, clutching at his side. He flinched when Riddick stomped toward him, but Johns moved between them before there was any more bloodshed.

Riddick grabbed a fistful of his shirt and stared him down. “Yer lucky I love ya or ya’d both be smears on that wall.” He released Johns, and then helped Brian up. He pointed at Owen, who’d thankfully been smart enough to stay down. “He stays cuffed at all times.”

Owen clucked his tongue. “Is this how you welcome all of your guests?”

“Nah,” Riddick said, lip curling. “Just the ones I don’t like.” Brian shot Owen another glare before Riddick herded him out the door.

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Brian batted Riddick away as he cleaned up a cut on his cheekbone.  “I’m fine,” he argued.  He looked up as Johns entered, an unreadable expression on his face before he looked away.  Johns sighed in irritation, shaking his head as he went by towards the cockpit.

“’Ey,” Riddick called after him.  “Care to explain what the hell that was all about?”

“He kissed me,” Johns answered, guarded and not looking back at them.  “He called me Carter and then he kissed me.”

Brian scoffed, “Didn’t see you complaining.”

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Brian chewed his lip. He did love Riddick and Johns as they were, but he’d loved Dom and Carter once upon a time and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he missed them; missed life back on Earth where things still made sense. Except the Earth he knew was long gone, and the men he loved now were different people. Johns wasn’t Carter no matter how many similarities were between them; he wasn’t Carter, he wouldn’t eventually drift away with Owen. 

Would he?

Leaning against Riddick’s side, Brian smiled as he listened to the friendly banter between Johns and Dahl. This was his life now, messed up as it was, and even if his boyfriends truly were Dom and Carter displaced by time, people always changed and this is who they were now. The thought made him feel better but his gut still churned.

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“Carter Verone is dead!” Brian spat.  The sight Johns walked in on was Brian’s foot pressed to Owen’s neck.  “And you’re gonna be fucking next if you even think-”

“Brian!”  The blonde’s foot never moved and he glared up at Johns in a warning not to interfere.  Riddick was being zero help as he looked amused by the proceedings, twirling a pair of cuffs on his finger.  Johns just glared meaningfully right back until Brian huffed and backed off.

Owen coughed on the ground, holding his throat.  As Johns was walking towards him he managed a smirk and rasped out, “Thanks babe.”  Except Johns passed right by him, stepping into Brian’s space and pulling him into a bruising kiss.  Fingers tangled into his hair and Brian gave into the demanding kiss.

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Shoving trembling hands through his hair, Owen curled up in the darkest corner of the ship that he could find, surrounded by storage crates rather than the constant reminders that he was unwelcome here. He was going to be abandoned on some backwater planet–planet!–in a world he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, and his husband acted like their years together meant nothing to him. This made even his worst nightmares feel like sweet dreams in comparison.

He’d vowed to change his ways after that last stint in prison, pleading with any deity that might be willing to listen to someone like him that he’d give anything to never be separated from Carter.  

But then those nurses came, and any hope he had was lost. 

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When they got to the bridge they found Brian cursing up a storm into the console.  “Yeah?  Just try it asshole.  I'll rip out your fucking heart and force feed it to you after I kick your fucking ass!”

Owen let out a low whistle.  “Don’t recall you having a mouth like that O’Conner.”

Brian huffed.  “Blame them.”

“More like blame Riddick,” Johns scoffed right back.  “He’s a bad influence.”

Owen looked to Riddick who shrugged.  “Never claimed to be a saint.”

Because I can’t decide who to send this to, I’m tagging my three fave gals/dude: a-quick-drink, trust-me-i-dare-you, darlinjohn

Here’s an idea for ya.  Brian gets caught by the Feds and put into a cryo prison.  Now hundreds of years later he’d been unthawed, not because he’s free but because they need him to track down another escaped inmate from the Butcher Bay Level III (cryo) facility- Riddick.  A la the Demolition Man.

Of course he wasn’t expecting Riddick to be a copy of Dom, or to be a more feral version of the man he’d fallen in love with and lost.  And then if we involve good ol’ Johns, well, isn’t that just another ghost from the past…

What Brian doesn’t initially realize is this new job has put him smack in the middle of the game Riddick and Johns have been playing for years, and he’s now become a very welcome distraction. So Brian plays it to his advantage, plying both of them until they’re wrapped around his fingers. He can’t deny an attraction to both of them, though is it real or just seeking comfort in this odd bit of familiarity in an unfamiliar world? It’s all just a huge coincidence, he tells himself–hell, maybe there’s even another Brian out there somewhere–except both Riddick and Johns remember things they shouldn’t know… 

*happy dance*

We all know Johns and Riddick have been enjoying their games.  Butcher Bay just really solidified things for them as they found themselves working together rather than their usual pissing matches.  Now there’s an even more interesting development as there is some bombshell blonde tracking Riddick.  They had gone back to their cat and mouse game, but this guy looked out for blood.  So Johns decided to keep him close, add him to the game without him even knowing…

Brian isn’t too sure about the offer of help from this merc.  However a quick check shows some Grade A credentials.  Add that to the fact he’s caught Riddick multiple times before and Brian agrees to the team up.  How was he to know what these two very different men would end up making him feel?

Of course just when things look to be settling between these three, Boss Johns has to come in and complicate matters.  Damnit Boss.  You have the worst timing ever.  Can’t yer son have any fun with his frozen ex-cop and criminal mastermind boyfriends?

No, because yer bein’ a dumbass. Just turn Riddick in and collect already. Except the three of them know that’s never gonna happen, mostly because they don’t want it to. And to be honest, that wasn’t even the plan when it was only him and Riddick screwing around.  

The other reason being Brian because he makes Johns see things, things he used to blame on the morphine except they never completely went away even after he stopped. First time he’d laid eyes on that feisty blond, though, and all the fuzzy memories flooded back. It was more than physical attraction that drew him to the ex-cop, it was an inexplicable feeling that they had crossed paths somewhere along the way. 

But how was that even possible?

The word ‘miami’ rattles around in his mind as the only clue, but he doesn’t know what that is. Doesn’t mean anything to Riddick either, who claims ‘los angeles’ is what his mind supplies to the same question. Maybe it’s finally time to talk to their Iceman and hopefully get some real answers. 

Now the big question is… Are Riddick and Johns reincarnations and encountering Brian has triggered their past life memories?  OR- again, a la Demolition Man- were they also cryo frozen and “rehabilitated,” given new memories before being turned loose?

Either way, the boys lose Boss- temporarily of course, they know that- and then proceed to pin Brian down and demand answers.  Of course Bri wouldn’t know whether it was one scenario or the other himself, just that he knows they are the spitting images of two men he used to know- and love- in their own times and spaces of knowing him.  But that was hundreds of years ago.  Yeah, they may look the same, even have some of the same traits, but they’re different too.

No matter what the answer to the question of past life or cryo rehab, Brian loves them for being them, not because they’re some ghosts from his past.  For Riddick and Johns that’s a good enough answer for now.  However they all know they’re going to have to figure out this mystery at some point.  But where to even begin?

Their search leads them to a prison with a worse reputation than even Butcher Bay. Abandoned before Boss’ time, the cryo prison housed the galaxy’s worst, most of which who were kept safely on ice; any merc lucky enough to cash in there would be set for life. But whispers among those that knew the place claimed it was also home to criminals that predated it by centuries. Why, nobody really knew, but Johns felt it might be the key to finding the mystery man in his memories.

Picking his way through the pile of debris blocking the entrance, Johns finally cleared enough away and slid down another mini dune and into the cryo ward, reminding himself not to get his hopes up. The entire prison–what was left of it anyway–had sand spilling into every opening, the desert planet’s effort to reclaim the man-made eyesore. If that man was even here–and that was an astronomical if–there was no guarantee he would still be alive.

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Brian remained off in a corner of the ship by himself, not speaking to anyone.  Riddick mirrored the obvious desire for lack of company in a corner of his own, although he looked to Brian on occasion as though he wished to comfort him but knew it wouldn’t be appreciated.  Johns remained sitting at Owen’s side, watching the man with a mix of curiosity and reverence.

When Owen finally stirred, Johns sat up a little straighter, wondering just what was going to happen.  Of course he never expected…  Owen blinked open his eyes, stiffening as soon as he looked upon a foreign space, slowly scanning until his eyes fell on Johns.  He blinked again, hazel eyes working past the haze of waking from extended cryo.  The name to fall off his lips was “Carter?”  Before Johns could even reply, Owen was grabbing him, pulling him into a violent kiss.

Johns was initially taken off guard but then ended up melting into the demanding, needy embrace.  Owen pulled the line from his arm, shoving Johns roughly against the wall and continuing the intimate dance.  Johns’ eyes might have been closed, but he was seeing flashes- memories?  These lips and hands that were so familiar.  Nights spent in a tangle of limbs and sheets.  He knew this man.  How he couldn’t really say, but he did.

There was a low growl from the doorway and Johns looked to find both his lovers standing there.  No doubt it was Riddick that growled, but Brian was the one looking ready to commit murder.  Owen turned with a smirk on his face.  “Well, well, Brian O’Conner.  What a sur-”  Brian’s fist connected with Owen’s jaw, cutting off the taunt.  “Shove it Shaw!” he barked.  “You stole Carter from me, and like hell you’ll be taking Johns too!”

Owen caught another hit to the jaw but that was the last easy blow Brian would get.  The fight was on then and apparently being locked in a cryo tube all those centuries had done nothing to Owen’s military skills.

This was a fight a loooong time coming and Riddick was content to smirk and let Brian have his fun.  He snagged the back of Johns’ neck as he tried to step in and break it up.  “You’ll just stay right there and let them go.”  “Riddick.”  “Just cool yer jets Billy boy.  They get too out of hand we’ll step in.”  Riddick leered at him as he added, “Or would you rather it be me teachin’ the pretty boy a lesson for puttin’ his hands where they don’t belong?”

Johns grumbled but didn’t push his luck.  He wasn’t stupid.  But he also didn’t want Owen dead before he had the chance to get any answers.  Johns touched his lips, still feeling the biting kiss.

(Y’know, it can still go either way with Johns and Riddick being reincarnations or rehabbed, LOL.  Dunno what I like better…)

#This is getting out of hand. Is that not what always happens when we get going? ;)

Riddick finally stepped in before Owen could land another blow, scruffing him by the collar and yanking him off Brian. Owen rolled across the metal-grated flooring, landing on his back and snickering despite the obvious pain it caused him. “Still can’t finish your own fights, can you, O'Conner?” Owen taunted, clutching at his side. He flinched when Riddick stomped toward him, but Johns moved between them before there was any more bloodshed.

Riddick grabbed a fistful of his shirt and stared him down. “Yer lucky I love ya or ya’d both be smears on that wall.” He released Johns, and then helped Brian up. He pointed at Owen, who’d thankfully been smart enough to stay down. “He stays cuffed at all times.”

Owen clucked his tongue. “Is this how you welcome all of your guests?”

“Nah,” Riddick said, lip curling. “Just the ones I don’t like.” Brian shot Owen another glare before Riddick herded him out the door.

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#This is getting out of hand. Is that not what always happens when we get going? ;)  Guilty.  But you like it.  :P

Brian batted Riddick away as he cleaned up a cut on his cheekbone.  “I’m fine,” he argued.  He looked up as Johns entered, an unreadable expression on his face before he looked away.  Johns sighed in irritation, shaking his head as he went by towards the cockpit.

“’Ey,” Riddick called after him.  “Care to explain what the hell that was all about?”

“He kissed me,” Johns answered, guarded and not looking back at them.  “He called me Carter and then he kissed me.”

Brian scoffed, “Didn’t see you complaining.”

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Brian chewed his lip. He did love Riddick and Johns as they were, but he’d loved Dom and Carter once upon a time and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he missed them; missed life back on Earth where things still made sense. Except the Earth he knew was long gone, and the men he loved now were different people. Johns wasn’t Carter no matter how many similarities were between them; he wasn’t Carter, he wouldn’t eventually drift away with Owen. 

Would he?

Leaning against Riddick’s side, Brian smiled as he listened to the friendly banter between Johns and Dahl. This was his life now, messed up as it was, and even if his boyfriends truly were Dom and Carter displaced by time, people always changed and this is who they were now. The thought made him feel better but his gut still churned.

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“Carter Verone is dead!” Brian spat.  The sight Johns walked in on was Brian’s foot pressed to Owen’s neck.  “And you’re gonna be fucking next if you even think-”

“Brian!”  The blonde’s foot never moved and he glared up at Johns in a warning not to interfere.  Riddick was being zero help as he looked amused by the proceedings, twirling a pair of cuffs on his finger.  Johns just glared meaningfully right back until Brian huffed and backed off.

Owen coughed on the ground, holding his throat.  As Johns was walking towards him he managed a smirk and rasped out, “Thanks babe.”  Except Johns passed right by him, stepping into Brian’s space and pulling him into a bruising kiss.  Fingers tangled into his hair and Brian gave into the demanding kiss.

Because I can’t decide who to send this to, I’m tagging my three fave gals/dude: a-quick-drink, trust-me-i-dare-you, darlinjohn

Here’s an idea for ya.  Brian gets caught by the Feds and put into a cryo prison.  Now hundreds of years later he’d been unthawed, not because he’s free but because they need him to track down another escaped inmate from the Butcher Bay Level III (cryo) facility- Riddick.  A la the Demolition Man.

Of course he wasn’t expecting Riddick to be a copy of Dom, or to be a more feral version of the man he’d fallen in love with and lost.  And then if we involve good ol’ Johns, well, isn’t that just another ghost from the past…

What Brian doesn’t initially realize is this new job has put him smack in the middle of the game Riddick and Johns have been playing for years, and he’s now become a very welcome distraction. So Brian plays it to his advantage, plying both of them until they’re wrapped around his fingers. He can’t deny an attraction to both of them, though is it real or just seeking comfort in this odd bit of familiarity in an unfamiliar world? It’s all just a huge coincidence, he tells himself–hell, maybe there’s even another Brian out there somewhere–except both Riddick and Johns remember things they shouldn’t know… 

*happy dance*

We all know Johns and Riddick have been enjoying their games.  Butcher Bay just really solidified things for them as they found themselves working together rather than their usual pissing matches.  Now there’s an even more interesting development as there is some bombshell blonde tracking Riddick.  They had gone back to their cat and mouse game, but this guy looked out for blood.  So Johns decided to keep him close, add him to the game without him even knowing…

Brian isn’t too sure about the offer of help from this merc.  However a quick check shows some Grade A credentials.  Add that to the fact he’s caught Riddick multiple times before and Brian agrees to the team up.  How was he to know what these two very different men would end up making him feel?

Of course just when things look to be settling between these three, Boss Johns has to come in and complicate matters.  Damnit Boss.  You have the worst timing ever.  Can’t yer son have any fun with his frozen ex-cop and criminal mastermind boyfriends?

No, because yer bein’ a dumbass. Just turn Riddick in and collect already. Except the three of them know that’s never gonna happen, mostly because they don’t want it to. And to be honest, that wasn’t even the plan when it was only him and Riddick screwing around.  

The other reason being Brian because he makes Johns see things, things he used to blame on the morphine except they never completely went away even after he stopped. First time he’d laid eyes on that feisty blond, though, and all the fuzzy memories flooded back. It was more than physical attraction that drew him to the ex-cop, it was an inexplicable feeling that they had crossed paths somewhere along the way. 

But how was that even possible?

The word ‘miami’ rattles around in his mind as the only clue, but he doesn’t know what that is. Doesn’t mean anything to Riddick either, who claims ‘los angeles’ is what his mind supplies to the same question. Maybe it’s finally time to talk to their Iceman and hopefully get some real answers. 

Now the big question is… Are Riddick and Johns reincarnations and encountering Brian has triggered their past life memories?  OR- again, a la Demolition Man- were they also cryo frozen and “rehabilitated,” given new memories before being turned loose?

Either way, the boys lose Boss- temporarily of course, they know that- and then proceed to pin Brian down and demand answers.  Of course Bri wouldn’t know whether it was one scenario or the other himself, just that he knows they are the spitting images of two men he used to know- and love- in their own times and spaces of knowing him.  But that was hundreds of years ago.  Yeah, they may look the same, even have some of the same traits, but they’re different too.

No matter what the answer to the question of past life or cryo rehab, Brian loves them for being them, not because they’re some ghosts from his past.  For Riddick and Johns that’s a good enough answer for now.  However they all know they’re going to have to figure out this mystery at some point.  But where to even begin?

Their search leads them to a prison with a worse reputation than even Butcher Bay. Abandoned before Boss’ time, the cryo prison housed the galaxy’s worst, most of which who were kept safely on ice; any merc lucky enough to cash in there would be set for life. But whispers among those that knew the place claimed it was also home to criminals that predated it by centuries. Why, nobody really knew, but Johns felt it might be the key to finding the mystery man in his memories.

Picking his way through the pile of debris blocking the entrance, Johns finally cleared enough away and slid down another mini dune and into the cryo ward, reminding himself not to get his hopes up. The entire prison–what was left of it anyway–had sand spilling into every opening, the desert planet’s effort to reclaim the man-made eyesore. If that man was even here–and that was an astronomical if–there was no guarantee he would still be alive.

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*screams and flails*  OMG I LOVE YOU!!  *pounces and refuses to let go*

Brian remained off in a corner of the ship by himself, not speaking to anyone.  Riddick mirrored the obvious desire for lack of company in a corner of his own, although he looked to Brian on occasion as though he wished to comfort him but knew it wouldn’t be appreciated.  Johns remained sitting at Owen’s side, watching the man with a mix of curiosity and reverence.

When Owen finally stirred, Johns sat up a little straighter, wondering just what was going to happen.  Of course he never expected…  Owen blinked open his eyes, stiffening as soon as he looked upon a foreign space, slowly scanning until his eyes fell on Johns.  He blinked again, hazel eyes working past the haze of waking from extended cryo.  The name to fall off his lips was “Carter?”  Before Johns could even reply, Owen was grabbing him, pulling him into a violent kiss.

Johns was initially taken off guard but then ended up melting into the demanding, needy embrace.  Owen pulled the line from his arm, shoving Johns roughly against the wall and continuing the intimate dance.  Johns’ eyes might have been closed, but he was seeing flashes- memories?  These lips and hands that were so familiar.  Nights spent in a tangle of limbs and sheets.  He knew this man.  How he couldn’t really say, but he did.

There was a low growl from the doorway and Johns looked to find both his lovers standing there.  No doubt it was Riddick that growled, but Brian was the one looking ready to commit murder.  Owen turned with a smirk on his face.  “Well, well, Brian O’Conner.  What a sur-”  Brian’s fist connected with Owen’s jaw, cutting off the taunt.  “Shove it Shaw!” he barked.  “You stole Carter from me, and like hell you’ll be taking Johns too!”

Owen caught another hit to the jaw but that was the last easy blow Brian would get.  The fight was on then and apparently being locked in a cryo tube all those centuries had done nothing to Owen’s military skills.

This was a fight a loooong time coming and Riddick was content to smirk and let Brian have his fun.  He snagged the back of Johns’ neck as he tried to step in and break it up.  “You’ll just stay right there and let them go.”  “Riddick.”  “Just cool yer jets Billy boy.  They get too out of hand we’ll step in.”  Riddick leered at him as he added, “Or would you rather it be me teachin’ the pretty boy a lesson for puttin’ his hands where they don’t belong?”

Johns grumbled but didn’t push his luck.  He wasn’t stupid.  But he also didn’t want Owen dead before he had the chance to get any answers.  Johns touched his lips, still feeling the biting kiss.

(Y’know, it can still go either way with Johns and Riddick being reincarnations or rehabbed, LOL.  Dunno what I like better…)

#This is getting out of hand. Is that not what always happens when we get going? ;)

Riddick finally stepped in before Owen could land another blow, scruffing him by the collar and yanking him off Brian. Owen rolled across the metal-grated flooring, landing on his back and snickering despite the obvious pain it caused him. “Still can’t finish your own fights, can you, O'Conner?” Owen taunted, clutching at his side. He flinched when Riddick stomped toward him, but Johns moved between them before there was any more bloodshed.

Riddick grabbed a fistful of his shirt and stared him down. “Yer lucky I love ya or ya’d both be smears on that wall.” He released Johns, and then helped Brian up. He pointed at Owen, who’d thankfully been smart enough to stay down. “He stays cuffed at all times.”

Owen clucked his tongue. “Is this how you welcome all of your guests?”

“Nah,” Riddick said, lip curling. “Just the ones I don’t like.” Brian shot Owen another glare before Riddick herded him out the door.

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#This is getting out of hand. Is that not what always happens when we get going? ;)  Guilty.  But you like it.  :P

Brian batted Riddick away as he cleaned up a cut on his cheekbone.  “I’m fine,” he argued.  He looked up as Johns entered, an unreadable expression on his face before he looked away.  Johns sighed in irritation, shaking his head as he went by towards the cockpit.

“’Ey,” Riddick called after him.  “Care to explain what the hell that was all about?”

“He kissed me,” Johns answered, guarded and not looking back at them.  “He called me Carter and then he kissed me.”

Brian scoffed, “Didn’t see you complaining.”

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