AN: Okay peoples, this is my first attempt at a PB or COR type story. So don't rip my head off ifI get some of the facts wrong, ok? I'm young and easily traumatized. lol. I would appreciate any advice you have for me.

Disclaimer:I don't own anything. So don't sue me. lol.

This will be a Jack/Riddick pairing.I don't know if there will be any sex scenes.

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She lay on her bed, in the dark. Her black silk pajamas caressed her smooth skin as she rose with a discontented sigh.Walking to the window and opening it, shebreathed deep of the night air. She braced her hands on the edge of the window, gazing sadly at the moons.

' It's been five years, Riddick. Five fucking years.' She thought angrily to herself. She could still remember the feeling she had when he told her she was to stay behind with Imam.

FLASHBACK

'You gotta stay kid. I can't look out for you when I have to watch my own ass. You stay with holy man here. He'll make sure you have everything you need.' He told her almost gruffly.

'No! I'm going with you! I can watch my own ass! You won't even know i'm there.' She looked up at him, desperately searching for a sign that he would relent. His face was a stony mask.

' I'm going to be up to my neck in mercs, you can't come. I don't need your ass getting ghosted because of me.' he knelt down and stared her in the eyes. Her tears flowed and she let them. She couldn't find anything to say that would convice him.

'Please!? You can't leave me here!' she threw her arms around his neck, crying uncontrollably. Riddick sighed.

'Kid, look at me.' he pulled her back and locked eyes with her. ' I will come back for you. I'm not running out on you. You just stay close to holy man and I'll be back before you know it. ' his deep voice rumbled.

A thirteen year old jack looked up at him with trust and adoration. ' Promise?' she asked quietly. Riddick stood, still holding gazes with her.

'Promise.' he said. But jack could still feel the pain of losing him as he walked onto the ship and left her.

END FLASHBACK

They now lived in a small village on a scarcely populated planet. Imam had started a church of sorts and was an important member of the village. Jack put up quite an act when she was in public, or even when she was around Imam. He took her to church and she did the whole happy-go-lucky girly act. She wanted everyone to think she was happy, so frequent but fake smiles graced her countenance. 'If they only knew...' she thought in sorrow.

It's not like she was a simpering weakling, though. She didn't want to wallow in her misery. She was stronger than that, butthe pain of being abandoned by Riddickhaunted her everyday. In the seclusion of her room she could be herself without the fake smiles and laughter.

And she began toscare herself.

It had started a few months ago. One day she had been practicing fighting with her shiv, and she was pissed as hell. Some village guy had thought he would get a piece of her. He almost did too. And Riddick wouldn't have been there to save her. She had to kick the guys ass herself. Lets just say he might not be capable of having children now.

So she had been practicing with her shiv, imagining a fake assailant being disemboweled. She had slipped, cutting the back of her palm.

She had stared at her hand.

And then she sighed in relief. Because her problems seemed to suddenly disappear. Her hand stung; she could feel it. But it was as if the blood that was dripping had stopped her spinning reality. All she had to think about was the pain. She didn't have to think of the longing, the amazingly painful ache she got whenever she thought of Riddick. It was as if the blood was purging her; bringing all her long held dormant feelings to the surface and releasing them.

She had taken up the shiv and held against her forearm. She slid it across her skin, producing a small cut that stung.

Thats how it all had started. She had covered her arms with longsleeved shirts. Imam didn't suspect a thing. She had continued to cut herself atleast once a week. But it didn't fill the void. After all these months, all she felt was anger and desperation.

The moons were bright but she barely noticed. Jack slid her left hand up and down her forearm, feeling the slight bumps and ridges of new cuts, healing cuts, and scars. If only Riddickwas here....

Jack walked back to her bed, climbing under the covers and closing her eyes. She would not cry. She had cryed too much over the past five years. Her thin frame shivered as she imagined Riddick in bed with her; holding her. She could almost feel his strong arms surrounding her.

But no. He wasn't here. And for the first time, Jack began to believe he wasn't coming back. She turned over on her side in bed, facing away from the window.

She was asleep when a large figure appeared, a silhouette against the moonlight in the window frame. Silver eyes shined with a predatory quality, his goggles pushed up. 'What thehell amI doing here. She has a life now. She doesn't need me to fucking screw it up.' he thought to himself. But still he crept in through the window, his steps quiet and graceful, like a giant cat. Riddick walked closer to the lump under the covers. A lump he knew was Jack. He stopped when he sawon a small table next to the bed something shiny laying there. 'what the fuck.....' he thought as he saw a small knife. It's blade had blood on it.

It was Jacks blood. He could smell it, and he knew.

"Oh fuck Jack....."he growled.