(Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick or any of the Chronicles of Riddick, or Pitch Black characters.)

Jack sat on her cot staring at the same shiv for three hours. She felt hopeless, like the pain would never go away. Imam was dying and Riddick left her.

Did he really leave to protect me, or did he leave to protect himself, or did he tell me that to get me off his ass? Jack thought to herself still staring at the shiv. She put the blade of the shiv to her skin and closed her eyes. What would Riddick say if he knew I was doing this, especially using the shiv he used to protect me? He'd probably tell me I was stupid and walk away. she opened her eyes and threw the shiv at the bedroom wall opposite her. The shiv stuck out of the wall like a nail and stared at her.

"Why did he have to leave? What am I gonna do when Imam dies? I have no clue where Riddick went and if he told Imam I doubt he'd tell me." Jack hit the wall behind her with her back as hard as possible with anger. She repeated this action about eight times before she broke into tears. "WHY RIDDICK!?!?!?!?!?!?" Jack screamed into the wind of her room hopeing Riddick would hear her cry of pain. She cried as her eyes went puffy, her nose went red, and her face became wet with tears of hope that Riddick would hear her cry and come back. After letting out all her hate and love for Riddick she quietly stood up and looked around her room. Maybe I should change before I go see Imam. I don't think He'd like me wearing this black spaghetti strap tank top, and low cut pants. That's just Imam. Jack grabbed a long sleeve shirt laying on the floor and pulled it over her head, then walked into the bathroom and washed her face.

"Imam?" Jack whispered to the sleeping man in the large bed in the room. "Imam, can I ask you a question?" She asked biting her lip.

"Yes child. What is it?" Imam waved his hand towards him indicating for her to sit next to him. Jack took in a deep breath.

"Where did Riddick go?"

"Riddick told me in trust, and you know I can not break that trust."

"Imam, please. I can't do this any longer." I pushed up the sleeve of my shirt and showed him the small red mark on my left arm. "I had his shiv and I wanted to use it, but I knew he wouldn't approve." Imam pulled himself up against the wall and put an arm around her.

"Tell me, what pains you so?"

"I love him because he makes he hate him, and I hate him because he makes me love him. I miss him so much." Jack felt two little tears escape her soul scared eyes. "I can't believe he just left. I should of known, he killed 500 of his own men. I don't know why I thought he would stay. Cause like he said. 'I have mercs on my neck, and I'll always have mercs on my neck.' I mean… I'm 12." Jack leaned into Imam and let it all out.

"Don't cry." Said a deep voice. Jack looked up and saw Riddick standing in the doorway.

"Riddick…is that really you?" She sat up from her position on the empty room floor. Riddick stretched out his arms, Jack stood up and ran too him being met with an embrace from the only person she really loved and ever wanted to. "I thought you'd left me here." Jack looked up at Riddick with her arms still around his waist and his hands on her shoulders. Imam walked by, he didn't limp by he walked by. "I'm glad you're here." Riddick took a step or two back and took a good look at Jack. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a black wife-beater much like his. Imam walked back the other way and smacked Riddick on the back of the head, with a low growl from Riddick. Jack laughed and squeezed between Riddick and the wall headed for the kitchen. She sat down at the table in the middle of the kitchen with a can of juice, Riddick walked in and sat across from her.

"Jack." Riddick said taking off his goggles so she could she his eyes. "I have a present for you." Riddick set his right hand on top of the table within his grasp he held his shiv, and he set it in the middle of the table.

"You're shiv?"

"I might teach you how to use it." With that Riddick stood up and walked away.

Jacks eyes opened to her room. She lay on her bed in those jeans and that wife-beater holding tight Riddick's shiv. She jumped up and ran into the kitchen to find Riddick, but he wasn't there. She called out his name but he did not come. She ran into his room and found nothing but an empty room. She noticed a package in the middle of the floor.

"What?" she said and walked over to it kneeling to look at it. On it was written 'Jack' so she picked it up and opened it. Inside were two knives that when held curved over the knuckles. (As shown in COR) "Whoa." She held them in her hands and wondered why Riddick left them here for her. Maybe he cared enough to leave her with some kind of protection. Imam passed by the room and noticed Jack kneeling on the floor. He looked in the door and saw the knives in her hands, he just watched. "Riddick, I know you're tryin to tell me to be strong." Jack whispered to herself. Or is this you saying good-bye forever? Jack thought as a single tear fell from her face hitting one of the blades of the knives. She felt she was being watched but didn't turn around, her heart was in pieces; she didn't care if she was being watched or not. She fell asleep sitting on that empty floor.

"So that means you'll stay?" Jack asked as Riddick walked away. He stopped at her question.

"No." He said walking away. Jack looked at the shiv on the table.

"If you're not gonna stay then how will you teach me?" She asked under her breath reaching for the shiv. She closed her eyes as her fingers wrapped around the piece of metal. She saw Riddick, running through a hot desert planet with blue light. Then there was light and a woman that looked like Shazza kicking her in the face. She dropped the shiv back on the table as she sat there in shock breathing heavily in fear. She could feel the cold of Riddick's heart. She felt what he felt. She didn't know what it was because she had never felt it before. "Hate." She said to herself trying to grasp the word.

Jack was awakened by a whistle of some sort. The sound a bullet makes when cutting the air, but it wasn't a bullet, no it was something else. She lay on her left side with the knives Riddick had left her in front of her. She slowly got up and stumbled to the door of the room, before waking up a little more. She followed the whistling until she found herself back in Imam's room. Imam sat at his desk whistling as he wrote on a piece of paper.

"Imam?" Jack asked in surprise. "Are you ok?" She walked a few steps closer.

"Yes my child. The pain is gone." Stated Imam standing from his chair then facing his bed, he took three large steps. He laid in bed and hummed with his eyes closed. Jack returned to Riddick's empty room to collect her knives. She picked up the two blades and walked out of the room.

AN: Ok Jack cutting just didn't feel right so I went with my gut and made her smart. And if I get enough reviews I might make this another fic. Hope you like. PlzR&R:)