(Disclaimer: I own none of the Pitch Black or the COR characters. I wouldn't mind owning Riddick though.)

Emily sat in the counselor's office awaiting her fate. Emily was always doing things to get her out of class. The worst part of it was to face her father about whatever it was she had done. A man walked out of the door with "School Counselor" on it. She didn't recognize the man; she had never seen him before.

"Your Emily Richard I presume." The man said holding a file in his hand.

"Yeah, What of it?" She snapped back in a punk kinda way.

"I'm Mr. Peterson. I'm the new counselor." He put his hand out for a handshake, but Emily just looked at it, stood up, and pushed the man out of the way as she walked in the little room on the other side of the door. "Ok then, let's get started."

"How long do I have to sit in here?" Emily asked chewing her gum then blowing a bubble and popping it as it made a snapping noise.

"It's your fault you're here. You keep getting into trouble. Fights, harassing the teachers. You've been busy the past month, busy with things when you should be doing your homework. I see I'm the sixth counselor you've had this year. The past five were put in a mental institution." Mr. Peterson read from her file.

"Yeah. So, not like I have any reason for school. I know everything I need to." She held her backpack in her lap, the shiv she took from her dad's room in her bag sticking out the side.

"I think if you knew everything you needed to you would be trying to rush through school so you could start life. It says in your file that you're dad's a single parent. It would seem that your dad thinks you need to go to school." He closed the file and put it back in the drawer where it was kept. He picked up the phone on his desk and started dialing. "Maybe I should give you're dad a call."

"NO!" She sat upright in her seat and grabbed his hand holding the phone.

"Well, then what do you suggest you and I do to minimize your visit's to my office?" He put the phone back on the receiver.

"I dunno." His eye's penetrating her hard shell. She could feel him seeing right through her soul.

"Is something wrong?" He stood up from his chair, walked around his desk and sat in the chair next to her.

"No." Her head turning to her left away from him.

"I think there is." He laid his hand on her shoulder. She wore her sweatshirt only covering her arms. The coat fell off her right arm and revealed cut marks up and down it.

"Emily...What are these?" She quickly covered up her arm and ran out the door to the small room. She ran the mile home and didn't stop or slow down till she hit her bed. Her dad hadn't come home yet, it was only 2:00. She grabbed for her bag but couldn't quiet reach it. She scooted a little to grab it. She unzipped the zipper and pulled out the shiv. It was covered in dried blood. She pulled off the sweatshirt and found an unharmed spot on her right arm and pulled the blade across it as the blood ran down her arm.

"I can't feel the pain of the cuts I inflict." She herd the front door shut and she scrambled to the kitchen before her dad could notice. She stopped the bleeding and met him in the living room. She jumped on his lap and planted a great big kiss on his cheek.

"Have a good day?" He asked returning the kiss.

"Well..." she gave him a do you really wanna know look.

"What did you do now?"

"I gave this kid a fat lip."

"Why?"

"He kept grabbing my ass."

"Watch your language, and why didn't you do something civil?"

"I dunno I just got angry I guess."

"That anger is going to get you in trouble one day." He tickled her under her arms and saw the dry blood on her right arm. "What's this?" He grabbed her arm.

"I...I..." she stuttered not knowing what to say.

"Who did this?"

"I did." Emily's blue eye's looked at the ground in shame.

"Why?" He gave her a concerned look.

"Because mom left, I'm not doing very good in school, and look at what you do. And I'm having these feelings that I've never felt before. I'm just so numb inside." Tears started falling in silence down her cheek. "I can't take it anymore." He embraced her with his muscular arms and rocked her in his lap. As he did when she was born.

"I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear over and over.

The next morning Emily walked to school and went to meet Mr. Peterson before he clocked in. She was almost at the staff parking when she heard some strange noises. She ran up behind a trash can and what she saw she would never forget.

"Do you have the money?"

"I have most of it. I'm 15 UDs short, but Riddick I'll get it." Riddick had Mr. Peterson pinned against a wall two feet off the ground with his arm right under the counselors chin holding him up.

"Yeah you better get it" Emily couldn't watch anymore she ran up behind Riddick and handed him the 15 UDs to make the 100,000 Mr. Peterson needed.

"Here, just please don't hurt him." Emily wanted to cry but held it back.

"Emily...." Riddick's voice empty and lost.

"Please let him go." She tugged at Riddick's shirt and he let the man slide down the wall. Riddick turned and walked away.

"Are you ok?" Emily knelt beside the beat-up counselor sitting on the ground leaning against the wall.

"Yeah I think so." He got up and looked at her. "Did you know him?"

"John?"

"Yeah."

"He um...no. I don't know him." Emily looked at Mr. Peterson's black eye and cut up face. "Maybe I should take you to the nurse." The two of them walked into the school building.

AN: Nothing much might be stupid and all, but it's just some ideas I can't put in the other fics. Plz R&R