Chapter Ten

"Bobby?" Riddick asked and she yanked her wrists out of his suddenly limp grasp. "Answer my goddamn question Bobby. Where the hell is my child?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't fuckin give me that 'what do you mean' shit. You know exactly what I mean. When I went back to Butcher Bay you were pregnant. That was three years ago there should be a three-year-old, give or take a month, running around here. This place is as quiet as a tomb. Where is my child?" Riddick said and she walked past him, sitting on her bed with her head dropped. She mumbled something. "What was that?"

"I said that there was no baby." She said and he walked over to her.

"You were pregnant."

"Yes I was pregnant. But the baby was never born."

"I don't understand."

"Do you need me to spell it out for you? I had a fuckin miscarriage!" she said looking at him with anger and deep seated pain burning in her clear green eyes. Her words struck him to the core and he went back a step.

"A miscarriage?"

"Yes Riddick, a miscarriage. That means the embryo died inside of me and my body expelled it in a wave of blood. It happened two weeks after you left. Doc said that it happened because I was under a lot of stress." Bobby said and he knelt in front of her.

"Bobby I'm so sorry." He said and really meant it.

"It doesn't matter now. It's the past." She looked down and he cupped her jaw in his large hands, making her look at him again. He started to run his thumbs over her cheeks and her eyes darted away.

"Bobby look at me." Her green eyes met his silver ones and he felt that guttering spark of humanity burst inside of him. Riddick then found himself pressing his lips to hers, hard. His hands slid down her neck and he grasped her shoulders. She pushed him back and got off the bed, once again going out of his reach. She stood with her back to him and he went to his feet, going behind her and putting his hands on her waist.

"I killed him Riddick." She said suddenly.

"Who?"

"My father. When I found out that he had sent you back to Butcher Bay I went into his office and shot him with a pulse pistol right between the eyes. I was found sitting in the corner of his office staring at his body with the gun still in my hand. I was convicted and sent to prison. Three days later I escaped after killing three inmates, nine guards and a pilot, stealing a prison transport. I've been running from mercs ever since. I'm a murderer Riddick, I can't fathom why anyone would want to be around me." Bobby said and he put his arms around her waist.

"You knew I was a murderer and you still wanted to be with me back on Dark Angel." Riddick said and she snorted humorlessly.

"Foolish romanticism. I pictured you as the knight in rusted armor who rescued, and occasionally ravished, the damsels in distress if he felt like it." she said and there was a short burst of laughter that ruffled her hair.

"Then what happened? What changed?"

"I did research, looked at pictures of your victims. Suddenly I was scared of you, I knew that you could have killed me the same way. That's why I backed up."

"Why did you get me out of Butcher Bay?"

"I missed you." She said and he grasped her hips, turning her to face him. He settled his hands low on her hips and she put her head on his bare chest. "Riddick?" she asked bringing her head up to look at him.

"Yes?"

"There's something else."

"What?" he asked and she grabbed his hand, putting it to her stomach right over the hem of her pants. Without being told to, his fingers slid under the hem and he instantly felt a raised scar going from hip to hip. His brow furrowing he dropped to his knees and gently pulled down the front of her pants, looking at the scar then up at her in question.

"After I escaped I went to some backwater back alley clinic and got myself sterilized."

"Its reversible you know." Riddick said and she nodded.

"I know, but I don't plan on reversing it." Bobby said and he fixed her pants, stood and wrapped his arms around her again. Her arms came around his waist and he ran a hand down her back. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down and laying at her side on his stomach, an arm around her waist. He started to play with the skin on her hip and she shuddered under his hand. He moved closer to her and half lay on her, putting his head on her shoulder. "It's just not the same is it? When we used to lie like this together."

"It'll never be the same again."

"Well shit." She said and he snorted, she yawned widely and he looked at her.

"Tired?"

"Well you did kinda wake me up."

"Go back to sleep Bobby."

"Are you commanding me?"

"No."

"Good."

"If I was?"

"Then I'd kick your sweet ass outta here." She said and Riddick smiled against her shoulder. She cleared her throat and closed her eyes, she immediately started to drop off and he watched her. Her facial muscles relaxed and soon her body relaxed as well. The corners of her eyes started to twitch and her eyes moved behind her lids as she dreamt.

Still so beautiful. He thought as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face. He touched her lips gently and she licked them with a quick pass of her tongue. She was now everything he could ask for in a woman. She was beautiful and intelligent, graceful and mature. She was excellent at surviving and a thorough killer. If she was all these things and more, then why does he hesitate to tell her how he feels? He does still love her right? Right?