In A Name

Abby Ebon

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Note; Riddick/Harry; it "starts" in Pitch Black, when Riddick spoke to Fry in the skimmer. Then it "jumps" in the next chapter. I don't want to delay the meeting too long, just enough so you see how things have changed and have a moment to wonder how it all came to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Riddick" movies, nor claim "Harry Potter" anything.

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"Call Me Riddick, Or Die."

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He watched her from the darkness – she was sealing them inside – seeing how air-tight this sorry excuse for a cramped space faring vehicle was. She didn't know he was there – watching, studying – keeping out of the way until he was ready and they had gained some trust in him.

His plan had been to talk to her – for he did nothing without a plan no matter who claimed otherwise…to gain some of her sympathy, she was, after all, a bleeding heart – a guilty bleeding heart, his favorite kind.

It was very likely he would survive the longest here – for unlike them, he was not human and that made him all the harder to kill. But why chance it? He wanted – in the very least, someone of authority to put doubts in their head.

The preacher he couldn't find within himself to speak with. Though it wasn't because he didn't believe – he absolutely believed he had been handed more miracles then he deserved – but not when it really mattered. No – when it had really mattered, Harry had died, killed by people who were supposed to protect the innocent.

Now Riddick hunted them – Mercs, they'd killed Harry, and Riddick would see all the Mercs dead or die attempting it.

That left the "Captain" before him, who was not a Captain at all. By her own words, she had been the one trying to kill them – the real hero, like Harry – had died in the crash. For that reason alone – that she truly mourned her fellow crew member, kept Riddick from killing her outright.

To see the face that had inspired such guilt had been the reason Riddick had stupidly got caught. He had thought – maybe, just maybe he would see Harry's face in the dead mans. He hadn't – Harry was Harry, no last-minute hero would replace him.

For all that he was speaking with the woman before him, his thoughts were elsewhere. What was on the surface was alien to her – openly seeking out any weaknesses to exploit, hissing hushed words at her – anything to tie even the smallest amount of her loyalty to him.

All the while – he was remembering someone else.

Harry was young – no more then ten years older then Riddick – but his eyes were ancient. Green eyes that Riddick would always remember – they hadn't even been surprised when faced with a fifteen year old boy desperate to kill him.

Riddick had breached the outside walls, slipped inside the bedroom window, belly crawled to the bed – and straddled his victim, preparing himself for the kill. He had thought himself clever – but in truth, the twenty year old Harry had known of him since he approached the house, breaching the wards.

Harry had never been in any real danger from Riddick – Harry had merely been curious why the fifteen year old would approach the 'haunted' house in the dead of night. When he had slipped into the bedroom, Harry had known Riddick was there to kill him. Harry had put himself in a vulnerable position, all in his efforts to save Riddick from becoming a murderer so young.

Harry's eyes had snapped open – and Riddick had been mesmerized by them. That was before realizing the man beneath him was very much alive and aware and Riddick – though he had trained for this for months – found he could not kill the living man.

"So you have some to kill me, little Richard?" Riddick's eyes were wide – vulnerable for all that he had his target trapped beneath him.

His name wasn't Richard though – no one called him that, that name was too normal, to plain for a killer. He was called Riddick by the gang he ran with. Riddick had not heard that name aloud for many years – at least before he was ten.

"How do I know that name?" Harry smiled, and Riddick felt like running as far away as he could – it was not a scary smile, it was on that told Riddick without words that Harry…understood. No one was supposed to understand him – he was a killer, or at least he would be after tonight.

"A little bit of advice, Richard, if you are going to kill someone – know their strengths and weaknesses. For instance – never look a Wizard in the eyes." As Harry spoke, Riddick realized his mind felt foggy and numb – at Harry's last words, Riddick slumped against Harry's chest.

Harry drew him closer to his chest, turning him over so Riddick lay prone on the bed. Harry had sat up, fully dressed; before Riddick could demand to know what Harry had done to him he was asleep.

That had been there first meeting – and when Riddick awoke it was to a changed world. His gang was gone – some said they had been killed, some said the cops had come. In either case Riddick had suspected – and still did – that Harry had had something to do with it all.

There had been news reports for days after of a city official having ties to gangs and using the 'misguided youth' to do his dirty work of killing – Harry had been in the trail. The man had been killed a week later and at times Riddick still wondered if Harry had had something to do about it.

Harry had never said, not even when Riddick had asked outright – in any case it was far too late to find out now. Riddick brushed the memories aside, trying to think only of what the "Captain" before him needed to hear to take his side if something happened to compromise his life.

"Looks like we're a few shy…." He'd spooked her – in all honesty it was almost too easy to. Like recognized like, after all –she knew him to be a killer, although she didn't know he knew her to be the same. "Power cells." Riddick said – motioning at them with the knife in his hand.

"They're coming." Fry reassured, though the truth was plain on her face. There were no back-ups, but she was afraid - Riddick knew his senses to be more advanced then hers – so he inhaled, deeply, smelling her.

Three suns kept them sweating, and in some cases stinking – but it was a natural stink – one he could handle with ease. For a moment he was grateful there was no readily available water here – no stinking perfumes or soaps to keep him from identifying her scent. Once he had her scent – he would know her anywhere, anytime- as anyone.

She didn't need to know that though.

"Strange, not doin' a run-up on the main drive yet." He murmured, eyes looking around the ship, it was a type he recognized and could fly easily enough. "Strange unless he told you the particulars of my escape." Riddick didn't have to say who – Johns.

"I got the quick and ugly version." Fry mutters, looking away from him, something akin to horror passing in her eyes. Riddick didn't take it personally – she was only seeing what she could have been reflected in him.

"And now you're worried about a repeat of history?" Riddick asks – though he knew he needn't have – the truth of it was written out like bold black letters on plain white paper.

"Entered our minds." Fry bites out, like it's Riddick's fault Johns' got it in his pretty lil' head to scare her.

"I asked what you thought." Riddick muses somewhat amused by her – she would hold it against him that he killed, in fear of becoming like him. It would keep her from doing what was needed to survive – but she had the potential. That was better then most of the lot here.

"You scare me, Riddick. That's what you wanna hear, isn't it? There I admit it, can I get back to work now?" If there is one thing Riddick knew he already liked about Fry it was that she had a bite to her- and she was bluntly truthful. He could smell that much.

As if to show him how brave she is, for all that she has admitted he frightens her - she turns her back to him, pretending to work again on an automatic system. Riddick moves in closer, testing her –using the intimidation as an excuse to scan the controls, she's feeling the pressure now.

"Think Johns is a do-right man? You think I can trust him to cut me loose?" Her fear-smell flares. She swallows, nervous. Riddick shows no expression – she had realized her mistake – he had a dagger to her back- one he was skilled enough to use. Then again, Riddick was here to get her sympathy – not to kill her, or get her killed. If he had been planning on killing her – he wouldn't have let her see him – some part of her must realize that, or did she think him that stupid?

"Why, what'd you hear?" Fry asks him – for a moment he wonders if she really wants to know, she's so tense. But she's a grown woman – if she had the courage to ask him, he would answer her plainly.

"Well I guess if it was just trick ration he'd just do me, huh? Then again…I'm worth twice as much alive." Riddick saw her expression change, she'd thought he – Johns - was a cop, most do. One look at that badge and the Blue Eyed Devil has most sheep fooled. As he whispered truths and half truths into her ear, filling the silence with his talk, he could tell when she began to doubt.

Began to wonder at the truths she had been told so carelessly.

"Didn't know? Johns ain't a cop. Oh, he's got that shiny badge an' all, but nah- he's just a merc, and I'm just a payday. That's why he won't kill me. The creed is greed." That same greed had killed Harry – and that was why he killed Mercs – they were willing to throw their lives away for a bit of money and the hunt of a person. Well – Riddick hunted them back – and they feared him, only ones like Johns didn't care – the greed was enough of a motivation for him.

"Save it Riddick, we aren't going to turn on each other – no matter how hard you try." Fry says her tone dancing on fear and courage - she's so sure of that. Fool. One last word then, the suggestion was planted. Besides – he really didn't want to stay in the ship any longer then necessary. Sure he could fly them – but he hated cramped places, they reminded Riddick of cells.

"I don't truly know what's gonna happen when the lights go out, Carolyn – but I do know that once the dyin' starts, this little psycho family of ours is gonna rip itself apart. So you better find out the truth. Come nightfall, you better know exactly who's at your back." What he had worried about – the hull, was good, and as Riddick started to leave, he decided to give her a reason to go chew Johns out - the man still annoyed the hell outta Riddick, for all that they had a 'deal'.

"Richard – …" she began but Riddick had stopped – coldly, he looked at her – and she flinched back when the grip on the dagger tightened, "sorry.." it was faint with her fright, but it was what saved her.

"Only one person can call me that without fearing for their life – and you aren't them. This is the only warning. Call me Riddick – or die." There was a ruthless – the sudden presence of blood thirsty predator rearing up in his eyes – reflected in the windows, and in her own eyes.

Riddick turned away, his heart hammered in his chest as he tried to calm himself. He would not kill for the mere whisper of his own name on another's lips – there had been a time when he would have – and if she had been a Merc he wouldn't have held back – but it had been an accident. She'd probably just seen his name on a tag and assumed to be friendly – but no one was that friendly.

Richard was what Harry had called him – and Riddick had only trusted him, now – he had no one.

Finally, his time ran out – the small ship hissed open, and as he turned to leave he murmured an accusation so soft that if she had wanted to, she could have ignored him, or convinced herself he had said something else. Somehow – he didn't think she would do either, she would act on his information – and when she did, he would have a part of her trust.

"Oh, ask him 'bout those shakes. And why your crew-pal had to scream like that before he died." It wasn't something he enjoyed – Harry had made sure he knew that the only time it was acceptable to manipulate people was in a life or death situation. This was that – in the very least.

Having left her, he went to explore.

It wasn't so much to see what was here as to scout out the area and clues to what had happened.

He spotted the girl child following him. She acted the part of a boy – and Riddick saw no reason to tell her he knew otherwise. He doubted any of the others knew – he had the advantage over them with what he was. Not even Harry though had known what, exactly, Riddick was.

For the most part the not-knowing did not bother him as much as he supposed it should. All that had really mattered to him in the past was that he could use his abilities to protect Harry. Now – he couldn't.

Now what he lived for was revenge.

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Serpent in the Shadow's

CHALLENGE #7

Harry Potter/Dark Fury/Chronicles of Riddick Crossover
Pairing: Harry/Riddick

Summary:
Raised as a weapon, Harry doesn't know what to do with himself now that the war is over. At the age of 25, and unable to live among wizards or muggles, Harry begins to drift from place to place doing odd jobs to keep his 'blood thirst' down to a manageable level. One day, a woman by the name of Antonia Chillingsworth gives him an answer to his problems. As a collector of criminals, she's been keeping tabs on the 'boy-who-lived' and likes what she sees, but instead of turning him into a statue, she offers to let him live on her ship and 'play' with the ones she deems unworthy.

Not caring that he would be killing off criminals, Harry accepts but finds everyone of his opponents an unworthy challenge - he never once has to use his magic, just his sword - until one day his 'master' pits him against a man named Riddick.

As they fight, Harry finally finds himself faced with someone who will challenge him and has to use his magic against someone for the first time in years. It thrills him. Intrigued, the match suddenly ends at a stalemate when Riddick leaves the area and goes after Harry's 'master' and gets away. Interested in this unknown person, Harry secretly follows him and the two others that were captured along with Riddick, around the ship, even going as far as to kill off some of the released Mercs that were set loose to capture the three and bring them back - allowing Riddick and the others to escape the ship.

Harry takes advantage of the fact that the small girl has killed his 'master' and also leaves. He does killing jobs again to get by. He never sees either one of them again til he was captured by Mercs and sent to a prison known as Crematoria.

Requirements:
- Slash between Riddick and Harry
- Harry was raised to be a weapon, he does not care about killing and has a 'cold' personality.
- Harry knows wandless magic, so you don't have to worry about his wand - he uses a sword more though.
- Please, don't make Harry a weak person. I prefer a strong, 'alpha' type personality with him.