Okay, so this isn't the first Fanfiction I've ever written, (I've actually written a few I just haven't put any on the net in a long time) it is however the first I've put one up on FF net and it's also the first Pitch Black/TCOR fanfiction I've written though.

So yeah... if you want review do whatever...

Oh and a note on the fanfiction itself, the Necromongers aren't around yet (if I even put them in).

(Disclamer: All Pitch Black/TCOR characters and whatnot belong to their owners, respectively, and not me.)

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"Riddick, she got a message out to me. She needs help. You need to go help her."

That plea was the only reason he was on this god forsaken planet. It was nothing but a seedy little resort planet, it normally wouldn't have anything he wanted, except for maybe brothels, but you could find those anywhere it you turned your head the right way. Still other than that there was nothing but a bunch of neon and casino's littering the place and Riddick had recognized more mercs then he cared to admit he knew.

Then again the Freemont planet was one of the oldest resort planets in this particular system, and as things got older they tended to get worse, started slipping under the radar. As cops got sick of going out they got easier to bribe, it was easier to torment the hard working citizens then. Sure once upon a time some bigwig had big plans for the planet, more hotels then you could shake a stick at, more casinos, all more extravagant then the last. Well they got some of them up, but eventually plans stopped, buildings were left for people to fight over who would finish them while the bigwig went off to other bigger ventures.

At least that was the story…

Now Freemont and all of its sectors were just old news. Dirty business men, mercs, and people down on their luck used the place as a meeting spot or just refused to believe that the saying, "the house always wins" applied to the old buildings. The only ones who actually lived on the planet were either rich mobsters, or gangsters, or people too poor to get back off the planet once they got on it.

All of this just made Riddick wonder why his Jack had ended up on the rock. One would think that she would have given up on death trap planets, even if this one didn't have flesh eating monsters. Still, Imam couldn't tell him why Jack was there after he had shown up in the holy man's house. Riddick had been pissed, and had left to come here only after he had left Imam thoroughly scared for his life. It took the man three years to figure out that, just maybe, he should have told Riddick Jack had left, but no, only after Jack had to ask for help did Imam get off his ass to do something. Riddick had to leave back then, he had mercs on his neck, and he couldn't take the kid, the girl with big green eyes that tried to pass herself off as a boy, with him. It just wouldn't have worked.

On the thought of Jack though Riddick was sure she wouldn't look like that anymore, but he had to save her ass again, nonetheless. This time she would be old enough to come with him though, and he would bring her with him. She would come with him kicking and screaming if need be, because Riddick wasn't going to leave her to run off and get in trouble again. Hopefully she would come quietly and willing, but Jack had always been unpredictable.

So Riddick slipped though the crowd, he would have to find information on the runaway first, as Imam couldn't tell him what she looked like either. The message had been nothing more than an audio message. What she sent it out of must have just been a telephone, or a videophone with a broken cam. This left him to check out the bars and the back alleys to look for people who knew of Jack.

Unless she just…popped up in front of him…

Riddick lifted his head, looking passed his welding goggles and the hood of the jacket he was wearing when he felt someone bump into him. A girl with long curling hair had bushed passed him, and he watched as she pocketed a UD card that he had just lifted from someone else himself. This girl looked back over her shoulder, running her green eyes over him before they both stopped suddenly. Her jaw went slack, and Riddick knew those eyes could only belong to one person just as she knew that there was only one man out there like him. Even if she couldn't see his shined eyes…

When reality caught back up with them Jack snapped her mouth shut and bolted into the crowd, and away from Riddick. She ran before she really knew what she was doing, pushing through crowds and groups of people to get away from her past. All Jack had seen from behind had been a prime candidate for lifting some cash, baggie clothes if not a little too built if she got caught by him. It wouldn't have been the first bout of bruises if she got caught, the first rash of cuts and scrapes though.

Jack hadn't known it was Riddick, she didn't think that Riddick would ever come to this planet of all places, no matter how dirty. As she ran from him it still stumped her, she hadn't talked to anyone from her past in so long… She could hear the shouts of people being pushed out of the way by both her and Riddick behind her. He was probably having a rougher time getting through because he was bigger and people didn't seem to just want to part like the red sea for him. Jack knew she owed the fact that she wasn't over his shoulder (or knee) to their size difference, and was for once glad she was a scrawny thing of a girl.

She dreaded it, but Jack burst out of the crowd, narrowly avoiding a vender with a cart full of trinkets, and then up to and through the doors of a casino by the name of Oasis. It would draw so much attention to them, but she couldn't take the time to run around buildings, she couldn't take the chance that Riddick would do something tricky and get in front of her, or get closer… So now waitresses in clothes that should have been bathing suits, and people just standing in the way shrieked as Jack navigated the maze of slot machines. Shining lights whizzed by her eyes as she kept moving, ignoring the crashing noises behind her that over took the beeps and clangs of the slots, and even an overly friendly blackjack dealer at a table not far away yelling, "Winner, winner, chicken dinner".

Eventually a door that had a red exit sign above it finally showed up in front of her and Jack nearly sighed in relief as she shoved it open. Still she didn't get three feet out the door before she found herself unable to move forward. A steel band of an arm came around her, and Jack merely slammed into it before being crushed back into a solid chest while the door slammed behind them.

"Let me go!" Jack growled as she struggled, trying to elbow Riddick with enough power to get him to let her go. Even if he just loosened up enough so she could slip away, she'd be satisfied, but he just put his other arm around her and tightened his grip making it hard to breath. Jack coughed as she tried to yell at him some more as he pulled her feet up off the ground, but what really got her to stop was the growl that sounded behind her. She could feel it vibrate through his chest to her back and it made her go still.

"What the fuck is the matter with you Jack?" Riddick demanded as he held her still. "You called Imam for help, and he sent me to help you. Just stay still and let me get you the hell off this rock."

"I didn't call anyone for any fucking help! Especially not Imam!" Jack yelled as she tried to kick back at him. It seemed to be the wrong thing to do though because Riddick grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him before he slammed her into the wall across from them. The air left her lungs in a rush and she almost missed what he said next as he jerked her arms above her head by use of her wrists.

"I don't know Jack, you've obviously lost it and that transmission sounded a hell of a lot like your voice does now," Riddick growled at the teenager in front of him. Before he could go on, or Jack could say anything either, Riddick had a shiv out and pointed at someone who had come up beside them. It was like they came out of nowhere, but when their feet started hitting the pavement he heard them, and stopped them from getting too close though no blood was spilt.

"Tasha get your ass back inside," Jack growled at the younger girl after she saw who it was, and that she had almost run herself into one of Riddick's shivs. "I'll be in, in a minute. Just as soon as Riddick get's it through his thick skull that I didn't call for help!"

"She didn't…" Tasha ended up saying quietly, stopping the two in front of her from yelling at each other some more. When Riddick's blank gaze, and Jacks glare landed on her she stumbled over what she wanted to say, and stammered, "I… I did. Jack couldn't do it herself."