Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or story lines, they belong to the movie Pitch Black/Riddick. I wish they were mine though. : (

Authors Note is at bottom of the page.

Fry's tanned face turned white as she watched Riddick saunter across the room, followed closely at his heel by two Necromongers. Watching as he took a seat on the throne, she found it amusing the way he sort of sunk into the chair appearing very relaxed.

He hadn't changed at all, he was still the same shaved head, toned body, and goggled face convict that she remembered.

It felt like a rush of cold air had passed her, almost as if she was being taken back five years, back when there was death in the air. Gasping, Fry took an involuntary step backwards, as unwanted memories rushed through her mind. This got some attention from the room below her.

Riddick, who was still sitting on the throne, tilted his head upwards, towards her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Disturbed by this, Fry rubbed the base of her sweaty palms against the sleek metal of her suit pants. Unsure whether he had seen her or not, she felt her heart beginning to race.

Gaining some feeling back into her legs, she shuffled backwards, noticing how his concealed eyes seemed to follow her movements.

For some reason, the thought of him discovering her made her shudder incoherently. Fry couldn't understand it, why was she so afraid of Riddick?

Perhaps it was the fact that she still couldn't trust him. He had helped her go back for the others, and in doing so had saved their lives, but had he returned to being the serial killer that he once was?

Backing up against the pillar, relief flooded her as she felt the smooth marble caress the back of her suit. Marble against steel. And Riddick in the room below her.

Fry closed her eyes, 'Shit.'

Time could have stopped then and there and she couldn't have cared less, that is until she sensed something flutter behind her. Well not exactly behind her, more on the corner of view. Before she could react though, she felt rather then saw the person rush towards her. Fry gasped as a pair of hands quickly engulfed her waist and abruptly dragged her resisting body backwards into the shadowed hallways, her flailing arms and legs were going undetected as she continued to be pulled further into the shadows. Thinking quickly, Fry arched her arm, tried aiming in her awkward diagonal position and when that didn't seem to work, just shoved her elbow hard into the assailant, striking the stomach successfully. This caused the assailant to drop her clumsily onto the floor as the person groaned in pain. On hands and knees Fry glanced up angrily, cursing silently as a keeled over Mark filled her view. She had forgotten all about him.

'Mark,' Fry hissed as she slowly rose to her feet, brushing imaginary dirt off her uniform. 'Do you have a death wish? Bloody hell, I could have killed you!'

Marks head flew up at this, his flushed face and heated eyes turning cold. Releasing one hand from his side, he pointed his finger in her direction accusingly.

'Princess, you think that I have a death wish? Well hate to burst your bubble, but I wasn't the one who was going to blow our cover. Was I?' he muttered huskily, quickly withdrawing his hand back to his gut.

Fry shook her head, a frown creasing her forehead. How was she going to blow their cover? Even if Riddick had seen her he wouldn't have recognised her in the uniform. She sighed in exasperation, muttering in a low voice, 'you don't know what you're talking about Mark. Oh and I suggest you keep your hands to yourself next time, because a sore stomach will be the least of your problems.'

She started to brush past him, intending to see the happenings of the throne room below them once more, when Mark grabbed a hold of her arm and whipped her around, his eyes glaring down at her, and she felt a stab of uncertainty.

'I don't think that's a good idea,' he stated gruffly.

Fry opened her mouth, ready to tell him where to shove that good idea, when something stopped her.

A voice echoed through the air between them, causing Mark to lose his grip on her arm. Even though Fry was thankful for the sudden release of pressure, she was just as mystified by the voice that was shouting out curse words into the air. She glanced quickly at Mark, whose eyes had turned to slits.

'Gary?' She breathed out, feeling the air starting to intensify.

Mark's roaming eyes glanced down at her, his silence saying more then words. Feeling a sudden hit of anxiety, she grasped at her stomach, feeling the hard metal of the suit against her fingers.

'He's a Merc…he's trained in these sort of situations, right?' Fry asked, feeling her voice quiver, as the fear of her own identity being revealed came into place. Mark once again remained silent, making her feel worse by the second. Grabbing his weapon, he slowly stalked his way towards the rail, leaving Fry standing there, stuck in her own memories.

'I admire women with strong survival instincts…'

'We have to go back with more light…' Fry said breathlessly as the memory resurfaced. She bit her bottom lip. 'Oh god.'

Walking away mindlessly, flickers of memories flashed before her eyes, making her forget where she was and what she was doing.

Someone called out her name.

Was that Johns standing beside the pillar, ushering for her to go back?

No, she thought. Johns is dead. Yet there he was. Shaking her head, she continued to stumble forward.

'You know, I really shouldn't. It dehydrates you even more…' As Fry's head lowered, the dark circular room became a blazing inferno of sunlight.

What was happening to her?

Gazing at the amber liquid that she held in her hands, Fry frowned. Scotch whisky. The heat was intolerable, and she absent mindedly wiped at the sweat that was dripping from her forehead. Glancing up through squinted eyes she gazed at the apparition before her. Johns. He pointed towards the drink in her hands.

'Are you going to have some, or not?'

Fry shook her head. This wasn't right…

'What are we doing here?' She asked, rising to her feet as she gazed around the planet she knew all too well.

'You tell me.'

Glancing at him quickly, she felt a shudder go through her body despite the intense heat.

'What do you mean?'

Johns shook his head, a grin emerging on his face as he pointed towards her.

'You'll figure it out,' he muttered, then leaned forward and grabbed the bottle from her grasp. 'If you're not going to have any…'

Fry gazed down at her hands. What did he mean? How was this happening?

Glancing up, she watched as Johns disappeared into the heat's mirage.

'Johns?'

The scene changed once again. At first Fry thought that she must have blacked out, because she was standing in pitch darkness, but then quickly changed her mind when rain drops started splashing against her pale skin.

'Look, I'll make it easier for you…'

Glancing up quickly, she gasped as she saw the muscular image of Riddick standing before her on the shuttle, his arm outstretched.

Fry fell to her knees in the muddy terrain, feeling tears roll off her face. There was only one explanation for this: she was going insane.

'Well…'

'What is wrong with me?' she whispered to herself, letting her gaze drift to her hands, which were held palm up. Water droplets fell onto her skin, rolling off like her unshed tears, and she shook her head. It was real, as real as any sane situation. But when she looked up, and saw Riddick's stance before her, waiting for an answer, she decided that maybe sanity was overrated.

'I'm lost.'

'Then let me refresh your memory. Give me your hand, and we will leave this place. No regrets.'

The outstretched hand looked very enticing, but Fry shook her head. If this was some figment of her imagination, then whatever path she chose would have some effect on her mentally, or so she thought, drawing from her previous psychology lessons, before that horrifying plunge into a world of pitch darkness.

'I'm staying, Riddick. There's no way you can tempt me into leaving with you. You've got to help.'

'Interesting. What would you say if I told you I couldn't help?'

'Then I would say you're lying. You've got to help me. I don't know what to do.'

Riddick leaned forward, his mouth brushing against her ear. 'Just follow the yellow brick road, Carolyn.'

He leaned backwards, shrugging nonchalantly. 'Just follow the yellow brick road.'

Riddick started backing away into the shuttle craft and Fry was confused with the cryptic remarks made.

She rose to her feet, but instead of seeing mud beneath her, she saw marble.

'Riddick!' she yelled out, holding her pulsating temples, not lucid enough to recall her whereabouts.

Gazing around the large circular hall, she briefly closed her eyes, suddenly realising where she was and what she had screamed out loud.

Fry stopped in her tracks, her head turning instantaneously towards Riddick to see a reaction. Almost like she was stuck in a bad dream, she watched as he rose from his seat on the throne, and pushed up his goggles in a swift gesture, staring right at her. Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes narrowed.

She remembered those metallic eyes. God did she remember those eyes.

The intensity of the stare disorientated her, making her swallow the hard lump that had formed in her throat. A cold feeling settled into the pit of her stomach, and she did the only thing anyone could do: she looked around for an escape route. Something caught Fry's eye, a slight movement on her right causing her to jump, startled. She watched in horror as the young bald girl stood in the middle of an open doorway that Fry hadn't noticed previously.

'Jack?' Fry whispered in shock.

The young girl gestured with her hand to follow.

'Fry, over here.'

Fry took a few steps towards her and frowned. What was Jack doing here, and why was she still fourteen?

'Come on Fry, you're running out of time.'

Time. Running out of what time? Fry started jogging towards the girl, and watched as Jack disappeared behind one of the doors along the main hall.

'Jack, wait!' Fry shouted out, then stopped at the open doorway and gasped.

The floor that lined the narrow corridor was tinged yellow.

Follow the yellow brick road…

Fry cursed suddenly as she heard Riddicks thunderous voice echo through the walls around her.

'Seal the docking bays.'

Well that's it, I hoped you liked it! It took me so long to get in the mood of writing this, I mean I have been in this OTH stage for a while… it's not very good at all. : (

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(Sorry about the chapter, it wasn't one of my best grammar wise, but I had fun writing it. I hope it shows!)