AN-I've decided that I'm not entiredly sure if I like the way i've been portraying the characters. I want them to be as close as possible to how the original creators/writers/gods-of-all-things-sexy-and-dangerous made them, but I think ive found little things i just dont like in what ive written so far. I'm not gonna go back and change them because it annoys me when people do that and i have to go back and reread to understand new chapters, but im gonna attempt to make them more in character. Let me know if it doesn't work.

I also just realized i didn't italicize or quote thoughts, so from now on they'll be all slanty (i dont think i can spell italicized right so slanty works for me!)

"Can you just trust me?" Riddick's voice boomed, before he realized what all he was asking of her.

Kyra just looked at him, the grin gone from her face. He didn't move, didn't say anything else, just waited for her answer.

"Trust isn't something you can just ask for, Riddick." The young woman didn't break eye contact with him. She wanted him to see what he'd done to her, she wanted him to understand how he'd hurt her.

Turning away, Riddick sat on the bed, frustrated. "Kyra, I told you, I had to leave. I had mercs on my neck. That wasn't the life you needed."

"Who were you to decide what was best for me! You should have let me make that decision for myself!"

"You were a fucking kid! No way in hell was I gonna drag you into my shit." he growled.

"And I ended up right where you were anyways. Does that tell you anything?"

Standing, Riddick towered over her. "That was your mistake! I left to keep you safe and you were stupid enough not to listen to me!"

Kyra, completely unfazed by his bulky form inches from her, calmed. She couldn't help the hint of disappointment in her voice when she said, quietly, "Not saying goodbye was yours."

She turned away, walking out the door, leaving him standing there, torn. He knew he didn't want her out there alone, but he knew that she'd only be even angrier with him if he tryed to force her to come back.

Closing the door, he sunk down into the chair. Despite how worn down it looked, he was surprised how comfortable it was. I'm thinking about a god damn chair right now? What the hell is the matter with me? He knew what Kyra had said was right. He'd been the one to mess up. He'd not only left her, but he didn't even say goodbye. They'd gone to see the holy man, and after she fell asleep that night, he left. No goodbye, no nothing. Just a note, telling her to stay with Imam. God, he'd been a fool.

Now she was out there, running around some hell-hole planet because he couldn't get her to forgive him. Oh, he had no doubt she was plenty capable of taking care of herself. But she shouldn't have to, not anymore. That's what he was for.

Getting up quickly, he burst out the door, determined to find her, to make it right.

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Kyra didn't really have a destination in mind when she'd left, she just couldn't stay in that run down little room with that man any longer. I don't know why he doesn't understand. Of course, Riddick was never very good with the empathy thing. Or any other emotion. That thought caused her to laugh a little. She'd missed him so much when he'd left her. No, abondoned her. That's what it felt like, at least.

Passing a little corner store, Kyra turned a corner and spotted a couple of people milling about across the street a few blocks ahead of her. She gripped the shiv hidden in her palm and steeled herself, assessing the likelyhood of an attack. In this kind of town? Very likely. Continuing on her path, she passed the group of men but noticed that heads turned when she did. Ignoring them, she kept walking, but shifter her shiv, ready for an instant attack. When none came, she was actually disappointed. Coulda used a little fun. Damn cowards. She continued on, wondering if maybe she could find someone a little more willing to fight.

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Where in hell is she?

Riddick had looked everywhere. She wasn't familiar with the city as far as he knew, so common sense would say she wouldn't go too far. Would she? Had she needed to get away from him that badly that she'd wandered off to another part of the city? Just as he was debating where to try next, he heard the sound of fists on flesh. He could have swore he even heard a shiv piercing flesh, but he could have imagined that.

Heading in the direction of the noise, he came upon the fight in its final moments. Just in time to see Kyra slid her knife neatly across the neck of a large man, dropping him to the ground. Riddick watched as she cleaned her shiv on the other man's shirt, then stuck it back into some hidden pocket somewhere. She turned around and saw him, leaning against a brick building, watching her. She approached him, and he made a remark about her having fun. She ignored it, and he grew serious. She stopped in front of him, and he just sighed.

"It was my mistake. Now I want to fix it." he told her, not knowing yet how to do so.

Kyra looked up at him and gave a little nod, then continued past him, back towards their dingy little room.

Riddick followed a few steps behind, content that, even if she didn't forgive him yet, she would give him the chance to earn her forgivness.