I cannot thank everyone enough for all their good comments and support! This chapter was longer in coming because I was following the advice of saismaat and dejah :) Thanks to them I have been able to improve my story tenfold. THANK YOU AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU, MY FELLOW RIDDICK-ERS!

OH, and has anyone heard about them making a fourth movie?? Supposedly they're talking about making a movie wherein Riddick goes to the underverse and furya. Let's all pray for that one, people!

I also wanted to let everyone know that I decided to try and switch things up a bit by playing around with this chapter. If you hate it, drop a line and let me know so I don't do it again, lol :) I'll try to update again soon, but school is insane right now.

Also, when Jack states that Riddick hasn't spoken to her in a while, I'm picturing like two or three days, I just can't figure out how to do a time stamp in space :( Suggestions, anyone?

((Jack's POV))

Riddick hasn't spoken to me for some time. I can't even get him to look at me.

I'm starting to wonder if I should have even told him anything…

I'm almost scared of what he's going to do. I know that we're heading back to New Mecca, and I'm almost positive that he's going to kill Imam. Not that I'm complaining, but I was sort of hoping to butcher the bastard myself.

I don't know why, but even after all my hatred and anger towards Riddick, something deep inside of me was glad to see him. Even though he betrayed me by leaving me with Imam, I can't help but forgive him.

It seems like eons ago that I met Riddick, watching him with fascination as he toyed with Fry about the killing of our shipmate on T2. I was infatuated with him, the way his muscles in his neck strained with every word, like what he said was important. It makes sense considering Riddick never says anything that's not worth saying. What amazes me is that Riddick never did kill me on T2, or when the crazy space bitch took us.

What amazes me even more is that after all these years, I still have a hard on for the bastard…

((Riddick's POV))

Where Jack is concerned, I've never been able to control myself. Not on T2, and sure as fuck not now. Hell, it's why I left her with Imam in the first place, afraid of what I'd do to her sweet young body. And now, I find out that the sick 'holy man' was actually worse than me. The thought of swimming in his blood has kept me so tight with revenge that I can't even look at Jack.

If he'd tried that touchy feely crap with anyone else, I'd laugh at the fact that I would consider him worse than me…but Jack? No, Jack's a different damn story.

I might be a lot of things...convict...killer...thief...but when it comes to Jack, I'm also something else…I'm weak.

Maybe it started on T2, when Johns wanted me to kill her. I still don't know why I didn't just do it, slice her throat or go for the sweet spot. But when he made that suggestion, something dark inside snapped. The beast wasn't going to allow him to touch her, just like it won't tolerate anyone doing it now.

Or maybe I was lost when she asked how the hell she could get eyes like mine, or the way she grinned like an idiot at the mere idea of being like me. It was almost flattering the way she looked up to me, but that's the last thing I ever wanted.

Jack deserves better than to be something even close to what I am.

And she sure as hell deserves to love back someone better than me.