After C.O.R. but if Kyra had lived instead of dying.

Riddick had left the Necromongers. He had given his place to Vaako, almost left to early, too. He was about to leave when a woman screamed, followed by a gasp. Riddick had turned to see the elemental standing over Kyra, a light glowing from her hand, waking her from her death. Riddick hadn't thought he could move so fast, but in less than a second he was by her side, holding her tight in his arms. Her wound had healed, her eyes were confused. Riddick had, for the first time, cried as he hugged her to his chest.

"A gift, Riddick, for what you've done for us. Can't have going off on an anger rampage, now can I?" She glided away, without another word. Riddick didn't care, his Kyra, his beautiful, sweet Kyra. She was here in his arms, breathing, confused. Riddick saw the question in her eyes and shook his head, now wasn't the time to talk about it yet. Soon when they were away from here, when he knew for a fact she was safe. Kyra still gasped, holding her chest, internal injuries slowly healing. Riddick held her head in the crock of his neck, hushing her silently, a last tear fell from his eyes. His Kyra, alive, breathing and moving. He never felt better.

"R-Riddick…" She gasped out. He pulled her head away from his neck to look into her eyes. "Always with you, never doubt it." She smiled slightly at him and closed her eyes, passing into a deep sleep. She was still breathing into his neck; it was a good sign to him. He looked up at Vaako, a hard glare in his eyes, death dripping from his voice.

"If you want what I killed, get me a ship so I can get out of here." He lifted Kyra up in his arms and sat in the throne again, cradling her in his arms. Her dress was ruined, a hole through it. "And get me her old clothes, weapons, food, water, anything we might need." Vaako hadn't moved. "Don't doubt that I won't kill you, start moving." He turned back to Kyra, bushing fallen hair back from her face. The crowd had broken up and Vaako left to see to his ship. No one stayed close to Riddick as he held his woman, thanking God for her back.

"I'm surprised." A female voice spoke from behind him. Dame Vaako stepped from behind the throne, looking down at him and Kyra, judgement in her eyes. "Not many would give up being the head of an entire faith, or an army. Perhaps your head is on wrong." She laughed and stepped out in front of him, eyeing the girl he cradled close to him. "All for this."

Riddick laughed. "When you love someone, care for them, protect them with your life, they end up meaning more to you than all that could be. I'd rather do what I do with her at my side than sit here and lead a faith that is not my own." He stroked Kyra's cheek, a small smile on his face. "And she's worth every ounce of it." He looked back up at the Dame, curiosity filling his gaze. "Vaako wouldn't try to kill that guy without encouragement. It was all you, wasn't it? You should be thanking me; I just gave your husband what he wanted." Riddick stood, lightly placing Kyra back in the throne. He stepped towards the Dame with a look of cold hard murder in his eyes. "I'm going to warn you once and only once, you or your husband kill anymore planets, or innocent people, I'll come back for you, and this time, I'll gladly keep what I kill." Vaako came back to him, gave him directions to his new ship. With a last warning glare at the Dame, he lifted Kyra into his arms and carried her out of the room.

Kyra woke up on a bed. She didn't remember getting to one, or even being near one. That last thing she remembered was being in Riddick's arms, after being brought back from the dead. "Riddick," She muttered to herself, pushing the heavy blankets off her and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She wasn't in the same outfit as before, but it the one she'd worn back in the prison. She was so confused. She hadn't dreamed it all, because this wasn't her cell, and she wasn't dead, so what was going on.

She tried to take a step forward, but her legs gave out on her and she started to fall to the ground. She was surprised when she didn't slam down on the metal flooring. Instead she was caught by a very strong arm, wrapping around her and pulling her into a very hard chest. Riddick! Her mind screamed at her. She knew this arm, that breath, the way he moved silently in the dark. "Nice try, Kyra, but your strength isn't there yet." The voice just confirmed everything she thought, a gasp left her lips as she turned herself around to look at him. He looked like hell, covered in dirt and blood.

She didn't care, he was here and she could hold him. She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed as hard as she could, letting tears fall from her eyes. She had been dead, gone from him forever, yet here she was, feeling him holding her against him. "Easy girl, easy." He soothed her as he lifted her from the ground and placed her back on the bed, she kept holding onto him, though, not wanting to be separated.

She kept crying, letting her cold outside melt away. "I was so scared, you were dead, then I woke up in the hall and you were fighting, then I died, then I came back and…." Riddick hushed her, holding her closer.

"It's okay, Kyra. I saved your ass again." She laughed, pulling herself away from him. She looked at him, just looked at him. Riddick didn't have his usual angry hard ass, 'I'm going to kill you' look in his eyes, but a soft, caring concern for her. She placed a hand on his cheek, smiling at him. Riddick placed a hand over hers, closing his eyes. They stayed like that for a few moments before his eyes opened again. "I'm telling you now Kyra and you'd better listen. You pull something like that on me again, ever, that ass of yours is going to be so sore you won't sit for a month." He leaned in closely to her, glaring. "Understand?"

Kyra nodded slowly, her eyes mesmerized with his. "I promise, I won't do it again." She saw something in his eyes that flashed, or more like snapped.

"Good." Was all he said before he leaned in and captured her lips with his. At first, Kyra was frozen, not expecting this, but then as Riddick started to move his lips against hers she softened. Her eyes closed, her lips moved with his, she wrapped her arms around him. Riddick pushed his tongue between her lips and pulled her against him. He didn't know what had made him kiss her, he hadn't planned on it, hadn't even thought about it, but he had just felt the need to hold her, touch her, just see her and feel her being alive again in his arms. Kyra moaned as he pressed her back against the bed, towering over her.

Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling her closer to her body, pressing him against her. He smiled into her lips and pulled his face up, Kyra cried out in protest, making Riddick smile down at her. He didn't say anything, just ran a hand down her side, from her arm to her knee, feeling the soft flesh he held beneath him. Kyra moaned, her body wiggled under him, silently demanding attention. Riddick brought his lips back down to hers, giving her another taste of him.

He moved them higher up on the bed, her head against a pillow now as he slid his hand under the hem of her top, feeling her flat stomach before slowly moving up her torso to her chest. Kyra gasped in pleasure. Riddick almost continues until her felt the scar of what had happened to her not long ago, and he knew he had to stop. He pulled away from her, leaving her staring up at him, confused. "They'll be time for that later, kid. But you need more time for your body to heal." Kyra looked down at her chest where an ugly scar showed itself to them. A look of disappointment cleared her eyes as she looked away from him, all of her childhood self-consciousness coming back to the surface. "Hey, don't pull back on me, Kyra." He grabbed her chin lightly and forced her to face him.

Kyra just looked at him, a sad doubt filling her. She knew Riddick cared for her, but she was confused of the rest of what had happened. "I just…" She let her voice trail off, looking down at the blanket.

"I know, Kyra. We'll talk." He placed a kiss to her forehead. "After you have more time to heal." With that he stood from the bed and strode from the room. Kyra was left on her bed watching as he left her, confused to everything happening. She felt the need to sleep claiming her, so she got herself comfortable and let sleep take her.

Riddick could shoot himself. Kyra needed rest and time to recover; instead here he was trying to fuck her where she laid. He felt ashamed of himself. With her, he could give her a side he never let anyone see, barely let it come to the surface, and he would tell her that, and let her know that this was what had to happened. He'd be his normal psychopathic killer outside, but inside the ship, when it was just them, he'd be Kyra's Riddick. Someone a woman could actually like.

He sat down in the pilot's seat and let his mind wander. He wasn't sure how long he sat there for until he heard footsteps creeping up behind her. Kyra, he smiled and turned his head to see her with a light blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her curls hanging freely around her face. Riddick smiled at her and waved her over to him.

She came up and was about to sit in the seat next to him when he pulled her into his lap, holding her against him. She smiled at him and looked out the window. "Where are we going?" She whispered, leaning into his body.

"Wherever we can."