Title: Worth the Wait
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry/? (Threesome)
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, Chronicles of Riddick or Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.
AN: Some of you noticed that we haven't been updating every weekend and that's because we've decided that we would be better off changing it to every other weekend. There are several reasons for this - 1. AbeoUmbra is getting ready to move across country and will have little time to write. I wish her a safe trip! 2. We are coming up on the more difficult part of the story and we will need the extra time to get everything sorted out. 3. This will also allow us to get a bit ahead of you so you won't wind up having to wait a month or more between updates. 4. We knew it was coming, we just didn't think it would be this soon in the story but we've lost a bunch of reviewers which saddens us because we love hearing from ya'll. Because of this, we haven't been writing nearly as fast or as hard as we were before.
Also, a few of you wanted to see what happened when Harry came to the Pit for the first time. It wasn't in the plans to show you that, but maybe later on we'll do a one-shot or something so you can see what happened.
Chapter 14
Riddick and Harry were the only ones to remain standing on their feet when they landed, but luckily, Kyra rolled just in time to keep from crushing the pups that she held in her arms. No one had any time though to help her up, as a blast from and energy gun caused them to scatter - Kyra to keep rolling away, towards the rocks; Riddick jumping back til he was outside the hanger; Harry swiftly changing into his wolf form.
It was chaos, plain and simple.
With their unannounced arrival, they had startled the Necros that had ambushed the fleeing Wardens. Both Riddick and Harry were used to such surprising situations and rapidly turned on their enemies - neither one of them ever completely going out of 'fight mode'.
Kyra ducked behind a large stone, setting the cubs down incase she needed to defend herself. She watched as Riddick picked up one of the Lensors and threw the odd figure over his shoulder before turning on its handler and snapping the male's neck - she never noticed the two she was in charge of scamper away, back towards the hanger.
Harry's teeth ripped into their armor - piercing the tough material and slicing through the flesh it was meant to protect. When his opponent was down, he had just enough time to see the cubs wandering away from their new Pack Mother, getting closer to the dangerous Necromongers. With a fierce growl, he tore into another enemy - ignoring any injuries he got in return - trying to get past the ones surrounding him and get to the cubs.
Riddick struck out, slamming two of the armored mens' skulls together. His blood burned with pleasure at the sound of the sickening crunch.
Taking a staff from one of the Necromongers that was behind him - who was trying to sneak up on him - Riddick smirked at the look of fear that flashed on the man's face right before he jabbed it fiercely into the man's stomach, then swung a hard uppercut into tender jaw.
Riddick swung the staff back around, hitting another man that was trying to get around his defenses, it was then that he heard Harry's howl of pain. Twisting around, Riddick snarled at seeing so many surrounding his mate. Furious, he quickly disposed of his one remaining Necro - not thinking on why Harry had let them get so close.
Harry was struggling despite all the adrenalin pounding in his blood. His mind was only on his cubs. He snapped his jaws at anyone who got in his way, not bothering to take the time to kill them, only making sure they were down and out of his way. Seeing this as a weakness, the Necromongers closed in around him.
With a war-like yell, Riddick came at them and the attack was not expected, allowing the Furyan the chance to kill the ones attacking Harry. He gladly cut into them with his trusty shivs, creating an opening for Harry to slip through, puzzling Riddick as to why he didn't stay to fight.
Riddick took a chance and looked ahead to where Harry was heading and his eyes narrowed in on the reason. "Kyra! The cubs!" he yelled out. He brought his arm around, slicing through yet another enemy just as he saw Kyra jerk her head in their direction, her own eyes going wide when she spotted the problem.
Scrambling to her feet, she lunged forward, trying to get to the two helpless pups that now frozen in fear as a rather large Necro raised some sort of metal club in the air, ready to strike. She only made it a few feet before she was jerked back against something hard and two arms wrapped around her waist, a deep voice whispering in her ear, "Not so fast."
She struggled, using her nails to claw the exposed hands of the unidentified male, but her eyes were solely trained on her charges. The Necro hissed as she fought but kept hold of her as he began to drag her away from the fight and towards the awaiting ship. She opened her mouth, wanting to scream a warning to either the pups, Riddick or Harry - she didn't really care at the this point - but one of the man's hands was suddenly on her mouth, blocking her attempts to get anyone's attention.
Harry's mind was gone and in its place was Fang with the sole purpose of getting tohis cubs. He didn't hear the sounds of gun fire, shouts or the 'thump' of bodies hitting the floor. His vision was tunneled down to the prey threatening what was the last of his pack and as the club swung upwards. Fang leaped, throwing all his massive body weight into his target, sending them both crashing down to the unforgiving ground.
While Fang wrestled with the armored man, Riddick was dealing with the mess of guards that had swarmed up from the belly of the Pit. The Necromongers - without meaning to - were being helpful in getting rid of them, but neither Riddick nor the Necros forgot they were enemies.
As Riddick struck one of the Necros, he noticed the shadows begin to shift - the hot, deadly sun was creeping over the land.
Riddick chanced a glance to check on Fang and was relieved to see the large wolf hovering protectively over the huddling cubs - they seemed to have finally realized the danger they had been in.
It was then that a Necromnger struck him from behind with one of their energy weapons and send him flying out onto the unprotected ground outside the hanger, knocking him unconscious. Thinking that Riddick was as good as dead with him being in the path of the unforgiving sun, the remaining Necros gathered their injured and left...all but one.
Harry watched silently as the group of Necros left the area, their ship lifting off. He stood protectively over his cubs as he swung his golden eyes to the lone Necromonger that had stayed behind. There was something about the scent of this man that caught his attention, but it was so badly laced with the foul smell of death and taint that it confused him.
The man stood there at the hanger's opening, just staring at the prone form of Riddick and then back to the sun that was creeping its deadly rays over the mountains. Harry wasn't worried about his mate though, he knew the Furyan was alive, but weak, his wounds healing even now from some of his own vampire blood ran through Riddick's veins. It was a side affect of being a vampire's food source, which his mate had agreed to - consciously or not - when he had ingested some of Harry's blood.
Footsteps tore the werewolf out of his musings, and he watched with narrowed eyes as the man walked out of the hanger and into the early daylight to grab Riddick's hand and pull him into the cover of the hanger. As the Necro bent down, closer to Riddick, Harry growled, his hackles rising in warning and the man startled just a bit and lifted his head. The man's eyes widened just enough to let Harry know that the man hadn't even realized that there had been a giant wolf at his back this whole time.
The male straightened up and then, without taking his eyes off of Harry, walked over to a rickety looking table. He had just begun to slowly take off small pieces of his Necromonger uniform when Riddick let out a low groan.
Riddick jerked awake - his eyes flinging themselves open and quickly began searching for something. He found nothing but the steady gaze of an unknown blond haired Necromonger. As he pulled himself into a tense crouch, he had to wonder just what was going on. He could see Harry merely standing above the two small, shivering hellhounds, but he knew that if his mate had thought this man was a threat, he would have been dead before Riddick ever saw him.
"Kyra?" The name came out as a whisper when he realized she wasn't around.
Harry heard the low tone and whined just as softly, knowing that his mate was missing one of his - their - pack and he wasn't able to do anything about it. The pups and his mate came first in his eyes and even though Riddick was his Alpha at the moment, Harry refused to do anything that would jeopardize the future of their pack.
But his mate's anger was back as he hauled himself up and faced the lone Necro with narrowed eyes. "Where is she?" he demanded, but the man just gazed at him calmly, not bothered by the anger that was radiating off the Furyan.
"I was supposed to deliver a message to you," the Necro began as he ignored Riddick's question and continued to take off his gear, "if Vaako failed to kill you. A message from the Lord Marshal himself; he says to stay away from Helion - to stay away from him - and in return, you'll be hunted no more."
Harry snorted, causing two pairs of eyes to swing his way, but the man just took another piece off his uniform off and laid it casually on the table and began speaking again.
"But Vaako will most likely report you dead," he said as he picked up a knife from the same table and began to walk towards Riddick. Harry growled again, and began to stalk forward, leaving the pups behind - but keeping himself between them and this threat. His head was low, tail high, and his lips were curled back showing off his teeth. Riddick stood there with his back slightly turned towards the man, keeping his eyes trained on him, just as Harry was.
"So, this is your chance. Your chance to do what no man has ever done."
When the male got close enough, Riddick reached out and grabbed him by his clothes, pulling him closer. Harry stopped just a few feet from his mate - leaving just enough room between them that he could easily help if it was needed, but giving Riddick enough space to take care of the problem himself.
"The girl," Riddick asked, "Where will they take her?"
The man gasped, but answered, "To the Lord Marshal of course."
Riddick let him go, turning away, and only Harry saw the man's face suddenly become sorrowful.
"I've done unbelievable things...all in the name of a religion that was never my own. And he'll do to her what he did to me." Riddick turned back to him, but the blond haired man just started walking towards the entrance, not looking back. "The Necromonger in me warns you not to go back...but the Furyan in me," both Riddick's and Harry's heads snapped towards him, "hopes you won't listen." Dropping the blade, the now known Furyan walked out into the unforgiving heat.
Harry watched with mixed emotions as he walked the last few steps to Riddick's side, sitting down and pushing his muzzle into the limp hand of his mate. His tail gave a slow thump on the ground as strong fingers curled into the fur on the side of his head, neither one of them taking their eyes off the burning figure.
Riddick seemed to shake himself, perhaps putting the news aside or pushing it to the furthest corners of his mind. Harry noticed though as he watched his mate slowly turn away from what was now no more than ash. His motions were robotic and not like the fluid, deadly grace that Harry had grown accustom to.
Wary of his mate's mood, Harry silently led the cubs inside the ship, shifting his form and settling himself into the co-pilot's seat. As he looked at the controls, the cubs jumped carefully onto his bare thighs, settling on them as the three of them listened to Riddick moving about the hanger.
Harry wished he could do something, anything to ease what he knew Riddick had to be going through. He just didn't know how. He, himself, had felt something like this when he had finally realized just how alone in the world he was - that was until he had found the pack he had now. And even then, it wasn't exactly the best replacement.
But at least Riddick had 'human' contact. He wasn't as alone - even if he was the last one of his race - and he wanted to remind Riddick of that. Even as he ran his fingers against the soft, leathery hides of the cubs, he found that while he understood, he didn't know how to help.
There had never been another one of Harry's kind, and if there ever was, Harry wasn't sure how he would have handled it. He wondered for a moment - but not for the first time - if he would ever find even a spark of magic left in someone, somewhere in this galaxy.
But, he shook that thought from his mind, for despite not understanding the closeness one found within one's own people, he did understand the meaning of 'pack' and he had understood why Riddick had not stopped the other man after finding another live Furyan.
After all, that man had gone against everything that Riddick stood for, had turned traitor and coward when he sided with the very same people that had destroyed their planet and everything on it.
But Harry had lived for centuries and over time the pain of loneliness and longing had become numb and cold. Riddick, however, lived the opposite; his pain was used like kindling - it fueled his rage and bitterness.
He glanced up as Riddick entered, seemingly calm on the outside, but Harry could practically taste the rage that hovered in the air around the man. It made both sides of him stand at attention - the vampire all but purring at the chance of blood and the wolf salivating at the chance to get revenge. He couldn't ignore it, nor could he look away from those silver eyes and tensed jaw.
"We're going to Helion," Riddick growled out, making the cubs go still with their necks' slightly exposed in submission to the man that was head of their pack.
Harry merely nodded as he had expected as much. His own nature wouldn't allow him to abandon a pack mate and like it or not, Kyra was pack.
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