A.N. Hiya! Well let's just put it this way, I saw CoR and fell in love with it. So yeah, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: None of it's mine luv's.

"What in the bowels of Christ are you talkin' 'bout, seven hundred k?" Toombs said, stopping the mechanism from lowering Riddick any farther.

"Don't take this one boss," Anatoni said.

"See, our Anatoni has a nose for trouble. This one, this Riddick guy," Boss said, stepping over to the mechanism.

"Big, big trouble," Anatoni said.

"So seven hundred thousand is good money," Boss said, throwing the lever as Riddick began to descend again.

"I'd take the money Toombs," Riddick called up.

Toombs glared down at Riddick's form, "You shut the fuck up."

Riddick did his best to hide a grin. 'Go ahead Toombs.'

"You have got to be fucking me."

Riddick looked to the side, wishing he could reach up and remove his goggles. She had grown quite a bit, taller, slender. She crouched across from him, about ten feet across. She looked shocked, she smelled it too. "Hello Jack."

Jack only stared at him, eyes about as big around as dinner plates, not that Riddick had seen a dinner plate recently.

Then Toombs voice floated down to him, "Just gimme the damn money."

Riddick's jaw clenched, 'Damn that mother fucker to hell.'

"It was very nice doing business with you, Merc," Boss said.

He handed Toombs the money and watched with satisfaction as the crew left. " Anatoni, add him to the books. The infamous Riddick, welcome to Crematoria."

As the rope began to lower again, Jack seemed to come to her senses; she backed up and ran at the rope. Riddick watched as she swung onto the rope, trying to catch a hold on something. She grabbed a hold on his arm, climbing around his body to the knot in his cuffs, where it was tied in the rope.

"Jack," he purred quietly, "Mind telling me what you're planning on doing?"

Jack didn't answer and when they were no more than five feet from the ground, grabbing a hold of the interlink between his cuffs, and she threw herself off the chain. In the process breaking the interlock, freeing Riddick's hands. She landed gracefully, backing off into the shadows. Riddick could deal with his own problems now, she had done all she would do for him. Besides, she had questions that he still needed to answer.

She watched with an uncharacteristic glee as he killed the people stupid enough to rush him. The play of muscles under skin, the grace in which he moved, she definitely had some questions he was going to have to answer.

She knew why he had come, or at least she hoped she did. It was no secret that Imam had kept tabs on her, after she had run away. Imam knew where she was, and if Riddick had ever gone back, well he'd know too. And here he was her convict.

He hadn't changed very much, he was still the same old Riddick, cold and calm on the outside. Jack knew better. She closed her eyes as the memories rushed forward.

"You promised you'd stay! You can't just leave!" she screamed as he loaded the skiff.

"Kid, I made a promise I can't keep, so you'll just have to get used to it," he said calmly.

Imam turned away, he knew Jack's reaction to Riddick leaving wouldn't be tactful, but still, she was only twelve. Riddick had been true to his word for a time. However when he came back to their home covered in blood he uttered one word and Imam knew that what little time he had spent with humanity was over.

"Mercs."

"I won't get used to it, you PROMISED!" Jack screamed. "You swore you'd never let the monsters come back!"

Riddick's grip on the cargo net in his hands increased. "The monsters are after me, and I have to go or I'll get sent back." Damn that kid for being able to reach his conscience. This was his choice; he had to go, to protect her.

When silence reigned he looked back at her, "I'm sorry kid, it's just the way things are."

Tears rolled down the porcelain cheeks, "I hate you," she whispered. She backed off the skiff, throwing down the knife he had given her into the ground. "You can go now, no ones stopping you."

He didn't even look back.

Of course Jack knew why he had left now, but it didn't dull the ache anymore than Imam's kind words had. Within forty-eight hours of Riddick's departure, Jack was gone as well, to find him and apologize.

She followed him, she had to know, he had to know what a hell she had gone through after he left. Her footsteps were silent as she approached him from behind. She pulled her knife out of her pocket silently and leaned towards him...

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," came the quiet rumble.

Jack did her best to look peeved, when all she could manage was slightly annoyed.

He slipped the goggles off, turning to face her, "How'd you get here?"

The open ended question was too much for Jack to just ignore. "I killed a few people, and then I got sent to a slam where they said I'd never see daylight again." She swung at him, her left fist en route to contact with his jaw.

Riddick grabbed said fist, twisting it around, holding her back flush against his chest.

"I managed to sneak in twenty Menthol Kools, but there was no doctor here who could shine my eyes. You lied to me from day one," she hissed, fighting his hold.

"You expected something different," he purred in her ear.

"Don't get excited, that was just the outline. After you left, I signed on with the first ship I could find. Trust my luck, they were Mercs," she said, sadistic pleasure flowing through her veins.

Riddick let go of her arm, forcing his face to remain calm, inside he was raging. The beast within was very unhappy. He knew what was coming next; he could already hear the words coming out of her mouth. A young girl, only twelve, all too eager to follow the Mercs along.

"They sold me to the first perv with the highest bid. I was there for three years Riddick, till I was fifteen. One day the fat ass wasn't paying attention and I walked up behind him silently, just like I had seen you do. By the time he was dead, so were most of his servants. I lost myself in it all, just killed. Next thing I know, I'm a stoy-away on a nearby ship. They found me and recognized me; it was all over the news. You know how the gossip from planet to planet goes. They locked me in an empty storage hold and brought me here, to Crematoria."

Riddick had never liked not being in control of his emotions, this unfortunately was one of those times. "Why didn't you stay with the Holy Man? I made a promise I couldn't keep Jack!"

"Then you shouldn't have made it in the first place!"

Riddick stepped up to her as she backed up pinning her against the bars that surrounded them. She wouldn't have let any other person do something like this to her, render her somewhat helpless, but then again, Riddick had always been able to make her do things he would have never thought of.

"I left because of Mercs. You're lucky they didn't recognize you, they wanted to use you for bait!" he growled.

"I suppose I am. Wanna know why I left New Mecca Riddick?"

"No," he said beginning to walk away.

"I had to say I was sorry," she said quietly, throwing an object at his feet.

He remained stoic until she left; he bent down to pick up the knife he had used so very long ago, to fight off the nightmares on the damn planet. 'Well Jack, you have my attention. Let's see what you do with it.' It would only be a matter of time until the Necros came for him, trust Toombs to go and fuck everything up. Now instead of being on the outside with a gun, he was going to be on the inside with only what he could find. He slid the knife into the lining on his boot, who said he wouldn't need it later on.

Jack stomped down the catwalks, glaring at anyone who got in her way. 'That was supposed to make me feel fucking better. I have been dreaming about telling him off for years and now when I actually get to I'm the one that feels like shit?! I am so fucking pissed.'

"Hey Kyra," a man called.

She rounded on him intent on causing him physical pain, "What Nas?"

"Who's the new guy? He's gotta be somebody special to get you all hot and bothered," Nas said, a sneer planted on his face.

"Go fuck yourself," she grumbled as she began to walk away.

"I heard it was Riddick," he said slyly. "He's the one you came looking for right? He's the one you killed for right? Poor little Kyra, broken heart over a convict."

Jack's jaw clenched within moments a blade was pressed to his throat, "Who told you that?"

His laughter was forced, "You talk in your sleep."

The pressure on his throat increased, "I couldn't have told you all that from sleep talking. Who?"

A small line of blood trickled down his neck, "The guards were talking about it."

Kyra moved the blade not because of his cooperativeness, but because of the dark figure stand a floor above her, staring down through the catwalks. Riddick raised an eyebrow.

"Get out of my sight," she hissed to Nas. Nas greatfully took himself and what was left of his pride elsewhere.

"I like the new name, Kyra," Riddick said.

Jack stalked away, ignoring the fact that she had still wanted him to call her Jack. Around him, she wanted to be able to be Jack. She snorted, 'Who am I kidding? He's a convict and I'll never be able to be Jack again.'

A.N. Hiya, I am soooooo unsure of this chapter. I really don't know if I've even watched Riddick long enough to get his character down. Somebody review me and tell me whatchya think. And plz people, be nice, like I said, I'm walking on new grounds here.

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