A.N.-Well, DESPITE not getting ANY reviews for my last chapter *pout*, I've decided to continue, because I write this for my enjoyment as much as yours :-p. Also…I've got to get my mind off my hair…which I decided to cut…myself…:-/. Crap. By the way, I don't know why, but fanfic keeps changing my italics and bolds, ect. None of the last chapter was supposed to have either.

Riddick was different after their escape on Solium II. Quieter, if that was even possible. He didn't snap at her anymore. He didn't train her at all now. She worried, but didn't overanalyze this change. Jack was sure he would snap out of it soon.

Riddick had withdrawn into himself, trying to distance himself from the kid. He knew that he couldn't keep her with him, it would end badly for one, if not both of them. He would leave her with Imam. Only problem there is, he knew she wouldn't willingly go.

He didn't like what he knew was his only option. He didn't like lying to Jack, but something had to be done. He set course for Imam's New Mecca, not once considering that she would run away.

Riddick shook away the old memories, finishing his beer quickly before grabbing another. He watched Kyra watch him, finally asking, "What?"

She just shook her head, chuckling a little. "I wouldn't have thought you'd ever let the past haunt you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bull shit, you don't. I saw the look on your face. You were not here, not all here atleast." Kyra laughed to see Riddick look so…human.

He just growled, ignoring her. After finishing his beer, he threw the can at her, knocking her upside the head.

"Hey!" she yelled.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"

Sitting up a little more, one leg pulled to her chest, one stretch out onto a steel table, she glared at him. "Since when do you care, old man?"

"Who the hell got you into drinking, anyway? You're what, sixteen? Jesus." Riddick teased.

"You! Fucker! You don't remember when I was thirteen and you decided it would be fun to spike my god damn drink?!" she threw back, to which her companion roared with laughter.

"That was entertaining." chuckling, Riddick sat back, opening another drink.

Both were quiet for a moment, remembering the past, comfortable with each other's company. They'd emptied half the case of beer, and Kyra had relaxed a bit, forgetting for the time being the pending necromonger problem.

"I always knew, in a way. I wouldn't admit it, not to myself, but I knew."

Riddick looked up at her, her eyes aimed down at her drink, her hair falling forward. She looked so young to him, so fragile. Even though he knew that she was perfectly capable of handling herself, she invoked a fierce protectiveness in him. He waited for her to continue.

She looked up slightly, his eyes catching hers. "That you'd come back."

Riddick wasn't an emotional man, in general. At all, really. He didn't let others in, not at all. Jack had seen bits and pieces of him when she was young. That was the most anyone had known of his innermost self. Kyra's confession, though, her stanch belief that he would come back for her, hit him hard. He gazed into her eyes and wondered if she saw what she did to him. He wondered if she knew the way he felt, when no one else was able to.

Kyra didn't know why she'd just told him that. No, she did know. She needed him to know that, despite her lack of trust, despite her deep anger and hurt at his leaving her, some part of her knew he'd come back.

They were at a sort of emotional stalemate. Neither one was the type to just come out and say what they wanted. They just sat quiet for a while.

"That's why I didn't say goodbye."

Kyra looked up at him, confused.

"Kyra. If I'd said goodbye, I would have been off the hook. I could have gone about my way and forgotten about you, Imam, everything. But I didn't say goodbye, so I had to come back."

That was the most personal think Kyra'd ever heard him say.

Squinting at him a bit, as if trying to discern the truth, she asked, "Is that why you came back? To say goodbye?"

Riddick didn't answer, so she stood and came to him. He didn't move, letting her stand in front of him and do whatever she needed to do. Vocally lowering the lights, she reached out slowly and slid his goggles off his head.

"Look at me." she ordered. "Riddick. Look at me."

He did as she asked, and she gracefully slid down to kneel over his lap, facing him. She held his face in her hands, and he let her look at him. His silver eyes had haunted her dreams, and saved her from nightmares, for years. It was still a shock that they were real, right here in front of her. That he was real. Swallowing back her fear, she leaned into his ear. Kyra whispered, "Are you here to say goodbye, Riddick?"

Riddick was quickly losing his self control, with her breath on his ear and her neck so close to his mouth. He was relieved when she sat back, looking at him, waiting for an answer.

He wouldn't leave her, not again. Last time he had she'd ended up on Crematoria. He obviously had to keep his eye on her. To be honest with himself, Riddick knew that he couldn't let her go again, even if he thought she'd be better for it.

He didn't answer her, and Kyra started to worry. Maybe he really had just come to break her out, to say goodbye, sever their connection. The thought made her angry. Well, if he was going to just end it, she might as well do what she'd been wanting to do since, well, since the last time she did it. Leaning into him, she captured his mouth with her own.

It didn't take long for Riddick to respond. His beast had been awakened, and he wanted a piece of her.

Their tongues battled for dominance as Kyra slid her hand over his head and down to the base of his skull, holding him to her. Her other hand gripped his forearm. His hands slid onto her back, pulling her into him.

Riddick finally pulled away. Kyra looked deep into his silver, animalistic eyes. He smirked, "I didn't come to say goodbye."

Her eyes widened a little, realizing that she may have just jeopardized what part of him she DID have, for a part she could have lived without. For a while, at least.

When she moved to get up, Riddick grabbed her thighs, holding her down. Looking at her, his head cocked slightly to the side, as if he was unsure of what to make of what had just happened.

"Look, that shouldn't have happened." Kyra started.

"Why not?" was the response she got, to her surprise.

"Because, Riddick, I pushed, you responded, I get that. But we both know that's not what you want. Is it?" The question was rhetorical, and he knew it.

"Is it what you want?" he teased, and she could see his enjoyment in this. It angered her. A lot.

"You're a sick bastard, you know that? Does it make you happy to see me squirm?"

Smirking, Riddick stated honestly, "That would depend on what it is that's making you squirm."

Kyra wasn't the type to blush, but she did falter for a minute. Finally, she answered his original question, knowing that there would be no avoiding it eventually.

"Yes, it is what I want. It's what I've wanted for as long as I can remember. But I know you aren't capable of that. Or in want of it."

Riddick laughed deep, still holding her down when she tried to slip away. When she hit him, he stood, taking her with him. She glared down at him, wrapping her legs around his waist to avoid falling. He held her up with one hand on her butt, the other, in her hair, forcing her to look at him. His laughter cut short when he answered her original question.

"It's what I've wanted since I laid eyes on you down in that slam. That, and so much more."

A.N.-SO?! Was that worthy of some reviews or WHAT! I'm not entirely experienced with writing fighting scenes, so any thoughts/suggestions for the coming showdown with the necromancers Microsoft word changed it to that 2ce…I think that's entertaining haha would be appreciated. Of course, before that, we get a bit more naughty, FINALLY!! Hahaha it's like sci-fi porn, only without the aliens and bad music haha. Just kidding…or AM I? Yeah, so reviews though would be wonderful. A girl can't run off of just caffeine, you know.