Disclaimer:I do not own Harry J. Potter nor Richard B. Riddick. Why? 'Cause you can't always get what cha waaant.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone. I get all giddy when a new one comes in. I really do welcome suggestions and do give them thought as to how they could fit in. Apologies for the long wait the next one should be up by next week hopefully.

"What do you mean duty calls?"

"Master, I have shadowed across this new universe you have brought us to. Souls are being altered by a being with a partial soul. Their souls should be mine, but somehow are being trapped in the host."

"Very well. You need to find who was responsible for the souls before we got here and why they are failing" commanded Harry.

"You know how I hate when being cheated, Master" whined Death.

" Yes, yes I know. Trust me, I know. Now go. I will try and find answers of my own."

~*(0)*~

Harry found Riddick in a cell sleeping. He had to give it to the man, without his magic Harry would never have gotten close to him. Even in his sleep Riddick was incredibly aware. Harry made sure his approach couldn't be sensed, and took the moment to observe the sleeping man.

Harry couldn't remember a time he had ever had such a profound reaction to anyone before. Something about Riddick seemed so animalistic, so primitive. He was human, Harry was sure, but also something just a bit more. It took everything he had in him to walk away from Riddick earlier, but his Master of Death responsibilities came before anything even his own pleasure. But now we had the delightful opportunity to combine the two.

Harry had not seen Death since just after The Plucking, and honestly was not sure what would happen to Death when he had left. Seeing Death with the man in the cell was surprising, but not unwelcome. Death had always been the one constant in his life and he might have missed Death if he hadn't followed Harry to this new place.

Harry embraced his role as the Master of Death and this new threat was an unwitting challenge to him personally. All souls belonged to Death and as such they belonged to Harry, that there was a being out there interfering with his property was a challenge that could not go unanswered. It did not matter that he was new in this universe. Being Master of Death had changed him and given him responsibilities, so no matter where he was it was his right to see them through.

Instincts told Harry that whatever was coming after Riddick was related to the stolen souls, and he had learned over the years to trust his instincts. Harry knew Riddick was a observant man, and would likely have information vital to Harry. It was his job - nay his duty- to wring every drop of information possible out of Riddick, through any means necessary. It was likely to be a dirty job, but someone had to do it.

~*(0)*~

Riddick woke with a start to the feeling of someone staring at him. Riddick was on his feet, immediately alert, he sought out what ever had woken him. Not five feet away was the man from earlier leaning against the cave wall with his arms crossed over his chest looking completely relaxed. That was impossible. No one should have been able to find him, let alone get so close without Riddick sensing him.

"We need to talk, Riddick," Harry told him.

"Who the fuck are you? Better yet, what are you?" Riddick demanded.

"You know, I was just wondering the same thing about you. Have you forgotten me so soon? I thought I had left an impression on you at least," Harry pouted.

Riddick growled. "What do you want?"

"You have information I need. There is something coming after you and I need to know what they are" Harry stated bluntly.

"Why the fuck would I tell you anything?"

Riddick was curious. This man couldn't know about the necros being after him so soon. It had been a straight shot from Helion Prime on the merc ship and this man was already in prison here when he arrived. There was no way he could have gotten the information. Just what the hell was going on?

"I could take the information, you know? And I will, if I have to." Harry replied, pushing away from the wall. He moved towards Riddick. "But, if you choose to play instead, well lets just say I will owe you a favor."

"Why is it you need to know anything? Trust me, little one, you couldn't survive in my world."

"Are you scared of them? Is that it? Do you want me to protect you Riddick? That can be your favor if you like."

Riddick couldn't help the low grumble of laughter. Harry was right up next to him and Riddick towered over the smaller man. "You? Protect me? I'm leaving this place, and you don't even know what is coming for me. There's not one fucking thing that you could do that I couldn't do better."

The favor was interesting though. He had many questions about the smaller man. Maybe he could trade information for information. What could it hurt to let Harry know about the necros?Harry must have been in prison on Crematoria for a while to not know of the necromongers. But if he was here for years, how did he manage to look like he just arrived. How could he know Riddick's name but not be afraid of him? Why does he smell the way he does? And how is Harry doing things that should not be possible, like invisible chains and completely silent approaches?

Harry grinned suddenly, "Is that a challenge? I can't resist a challenge." Harry shifted his gaze over Riddick's impressive body. "You look like you could give me a decent enough workout."

Riddick was intrigued and more than a little turned on. "You want information? Fine. You impress me and we'll trade."

"Trade what exactly?"

"I know things you need to know. And I'll admit you are a mystery. If you can prove that your worth my time I'll trade you my information for you answering my questions. We are going to have to hurry this little party up though, I'm leaving in the morning," Riddick answered.

"Your not the only one on his way out."

Before Riddick could figure out that new mystery, Harry was moving. He went for a shiv but Harry was faster, which again should not have been possible. Riddick's legs were swept out from under him and Harry rode him down on his fall until he was straddling Riddick's waist. The smaller man had one hand on Riddick's chest and the other holding a small black blade against his throat. It had been only seconds and Riddick was stunned.

Despite the position, Harry had a wide smile light up his face. "Impressed? Good. Now spill."

Riddick couldn't deny he was, and so he did.

A/N: Next chapter: Answers and some alone time before the escape.