The girl made it onto the ship and into the co-pilot chair where she was coughing up a bit of blood and trying to hook herself into the chair for a rough take off.

"Hang in there kid." Riddick jerking his own harness over his chest and flicking toggle switches as fast as he could and then blasting out of the docking station. After making sure there were no tails on his ass and that he was out of range of any trouble he unstrapped and unstrapped the new piece of trouble he had just picked up and carefully got her situated in his large beefy arms and quickly carried her to the med bay. As he laid her down on the table he could tell this wasn't going to be an easy task. She was choking on her own blood, he quickly ripped open her shirt and ripped through her bra, and he fired up the operating systems and set it to work its magic.

"Don't you fucking die on me kid." Riddick giving her a sedative. He watched as she closed her green eyes and watched the machine work. As the machine fixed the problems, he took the time to notice her. Long, dark brown, straight hair, green eyes, a muscular, well-toned body.

"Sisters." Riddick confused, this kid could be Kyra's sister, he ran his hand over his bald head, and he would fix this kid and drop her off somewhere safe. The holy man was dead so he couldn't count on him to take care of her, besides she really wasn't all that much of a kid, she was a grown woman, she just needed to pick her battles more carefully.

Five days later

(Riddick's voice)

Five days, five long days, of doing nothing but watching over some kid and I don't even know her name. Only one thing is keeping me from dropping her off on another planet, she may have ties to Kyra. And for what? Kyra's dead, I got her killed. And when this kid heals she will be put on a planet and we will never see each other again. So why am I so involved again?

Riddick sat there giving himself and this kid, whose life was hanging in the balance five days, some space. He didn't need to worry over another chick who would wind up getting killed in his presence. He had fixed up his shoulder the best he could with the machine in med bay and left the kid on the table in there as well since she didn't need to be moved due to her wound. Suddenly he heard a thud of something or someone falling in the floor.

"Should've strapped her down." Riddick grumbled as he got up and moved quickly to the back before she hurt herself. When he got to the doorway he turned on the dim lights. There she sat in the floor with her shirt and bra that were both ruined still on her shoulders. He walked over to her and bent down.

"You've been out for five days. Let's get you up and into a shirt." Riddick carefully putting his hands on her bare waist, she put her hands on his large arms to hold onto and carefully stood up.

"You fixed me?" the girl winced a little.

"Did you think I would let you die?" Riddick asked.

"I don't know, you are Riddick." The girl leaning on him as she tried to keep her breasts covered with her ripped shirt.

"Have a little faith." Riddick grinned big, Blaise snorted,

"This coming from the big bad Riddick himself. Don't buy it." Blaise grunted out.

"That bandage needs changed." Riddick carefully sitting her on the table. He found more bandages and some medicine to put on the wound to keep out infection and brought it back to the table.

"I'm going to need you to lay down, I'll help you so you don't open your wound back up." Riddick helping her lay back, she groaned.

"Wanna give me your name?" Riddick asked as he cut off the old bandage.

"Um, it's Blaise Johns." Blaise staring at the ceiling, Riddick paused, he turned his head and stared at her face, surely she wasn't related to Johns, the Johns who he killed for Kyra.

"You're father, is he a merc?" Riddick asked.

"I don't know, I only know my name because it's what my identification card says. I got in some sort of an accident and I forgot who I am or was…er you know what I mean. Damn, that's cold." Blaise hissed out as she glanced at Riddick putting the medicine on her stitches.

"It will keep infection out." Riddick not knowing what to do with this new information. He had a way to contact big daddy Johns in case he needed him for something. He would think on it and do research on this Blaise Johns just to see who she really was. Since mercs were after her it couldn't be good. He finished bandaging her wound and carefully got her in his arms and carried her to the cockpit.

"Sit there, I'll bring you a shirt." Riddick walking away. When he returned he found her with her bare back toward him, it was riddled with scars.

"Here, don't bust a stitch putting it on. I ran out of cleaning supplies when I cleaned up your mess the first time." Riddick grunted out.

"Thanks Riddick. I mean it, thanks for fixing me." Blaise carefully slipping on an old black tank top that was too tight for Riddick.

"Some big scars for a kid." Riddick commented. Blaise looked away,

"Not a kid if you haven't notice yet." Blaise softly.

"Those weren't mercs that I killed." Blaise clearing her throat.

"Who the hell were they then?" Riddick's brow furried in confusion,

"They were something new. Something that can't be killed." Blaise explained.

"Necros." Riddick growled out.