
Collusion
Almost everyone decided eventually to follow Carolyn’s example and try to rest. Johns was not quite asleep when they started to trickle in. Maybe it was the being inside yet another set of walls, behind another layer of doors and sharp spikes, bathed in light even though they want to sleep, that was the attraction. Maybe it was the need to stay together. Even the Doctor settled down into his cot, the third time anyone can recall him using it ever. Riddick made like he was sleeping, but he was really standing guard, without the standing part.
It was after the high that came down, and after a week more of things falling into a pattern, and his forgetting about his vision and his being in a bad mood because he can see Rich fucking flirting with the Doctor now in front of everyone and nobody gave a shit. It pissed him off, seeing the con smile like that. What right did the killer have to be happy? And then Fry was giving him the cold shoulder as though they’d not talked and he couldn’t figure out why the hussy was so well liked that everyone else jumped to her defense anyhow…


