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He felt himself sliding down the wall and pushed himself off it. Still unsteady he bent over, his hands placed firmly above his knees, arms straight supporting his upper body. He wasn't ready yet to walk over to her. Didn't even know if he could because a part of him didn't want to see her like that and he closed his eyes at the thought of it.

He heard footsteps coming his way and the last thing he wanted was to hear one word out of the Purifier's mouth. Not one word of sympathy, not one word about what she did, and definitely not one word about the Lord Marshall. Instead, he remained silent and just stood there, perhaps waiting for Riddick to make the first gesture or speak first. What the hell could he say or do though? He was completely drained and devoid… of everything. Wondering why Eron had been just standing there and not saying a damn thing, Riddick opened his eyes and saw bare feet and the hem of a woman's dress grazing the tops of them. He shut his eyes almost immediately.

I'm fucking hallucinating.

All he wanted was to block out the vision. He then felt finger tips caressing the sides of his head and he heard her.

"Riddick?"

Her fingers came down the sides of his face and he looked up, then he stood up slowly, still wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. He touched her face then quickly grabbed her and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. He expelled the breath he was holding. This was no vision. This was silky hair against his face, a warm breath against his chest, and her warm hands on his skin. He pulled her back from him, framing her face with his hands and her beautiful, tear-filled eyes met his. Relieved, he leaned his forehead against hers. He would have given anything right now to have had his lenses in so he could see her in color. He kissed her forehead then pulled her back in his arms.

"Riddick, Eron br-."

"Stop. You can tell me the how later. Right now, I don't fuckin' care. "

"We thought…..we feared the worst after seeing the two of you fight. Eron couldn't get back out there in time to watch before it ended. He had gone into the hallway but didn't hear anything going on down there. He said he should have heard something either way it played out, just not deathly silence."

"It's over Jack. He's gone."

She took in a shuddered breath knowing the ramifications if he answered her question positively. "By your hand?"

"Yes." He heard boots coming down the hall and looked at Eron, who had also heard them coming.

"I'll take care of them but should they ask, what are your orders concerning this planet?"

"We're not destroying shit and I want these people off this planet."

As soon as he heard Eron speaking to the men in the hallway, he shut the door and escorted her to the sofa where they sat. He didn't say anything to her, didn't touch her, or look at her. He was looking down, his body tense, and his hands were in fists. Something was bothering him and her instincts told her it was better not to ask. Then Riddick bent over rubbing his head with his hands, which she knew wasn't the best sign. He got up and walked a few steps away from her. When he turned around his face was livid.

"Just what the FUCK did you think you were doing?"

She jumped back in her seat when he roared at her. Then her mouth dropped open and she angrily sprung from the sofa and pushed him as hard as she could.

"You bastard! Saving your god damn life, that's what I was doing!"

"I didn't need your help Jack. I was doing just fine."

She snorted and walked around him. "Well it sure as hell didn't look like that from where I was standing. He had you! He was going to kill you!"

He turned around to face her and grabbed her upper arms. "What the fuck do you know? All you saw was his back!"

"That's exactly right. I saw his back and I didn't see a whole lot of you kicking his sorry ass! What was I supposed to do Riddick?"

"You were supposed to stay the fuck out of this! It was my fight, not yours."

Eron had walked in right at the tail end of him yelling at her but neither had noticed his presence. He hadn't said a word either, too stunned by Riddick's sudden outburst of anger and her reaction. Watching her go toe to toe with the man was the last thing he expected. Obeying his instincts he quietly left the room deciding not to return for a few hours and hoping he wouldn't find his room destroyed when he got back.

She tried to get out of his grip but he wasn't letting go. "So, I guess I should have just waited there patiently to see if you were going to drop dead before I tried anything? You'll have to excuse my lapse of sanity. I happen to love your stubborn ass and I wasn't about to let that prick take you from me."

Riddick's tone changed to quiet and menacing. "Tell me Jack, because it has to take talent. How is it that you're always right in the middle of one damn disaster after another?"

"Son of a bitch you did NOT just say that shit to me. None of this is my fault. NONE! Aereon wanted you here and she used me to do it. I wouldn't be here at all had I not been kidnapped...again! I should make a fucking career out of being a damsel in distress seeing that I've been kidnapped three times in the past month! Too bad it doesn't pay crap! I'm just trying to make the best of the shit I've been drug into and if you can't understand that then you can go to hell!"

He was seething, his hands still tightly gripping her arms. She saw something change in his eyes and his grip loosened slightly. "Well? Are you going to say something?" No answer. "It's no fun getting the last word on you when you won't even talk, not that you had a chance anyway."

His eyes narrowed into slits. "Just shut up Jack."

She opened her mouth to blast him when his mouth came down on hers. She tensed in surprise, not expecting this at all. Angry as hell she tried her best not to react, but there was an intensity behind the kiss that she had never felt from him before; consuming her and pulling her into his frenzied state at the same time. Between the battle, finding her alive, and their argument he was feeling an adrenalin induced high like he had never experienced before. He had to have her and he wasn't about to wait. His hands worked to get her out of the dress without much success. Frustrated at his lack of progress, he found the slit she had cut and tore the dress the rest of the way up, peeling it off with her help. His hands went to her body, smoothing their way down her back. Finding she had nothing else on he growled and pressed her against him.

"Too many clothes on!" Her hands went to lift up his shirt and but he pulled it off so she went to work on his pants.

He popped her hands away. "Too slow."

She nipped his skin in return. "Just get them off."

He had not recently shaved and his head brushed against her breasts when he stood back up after removing his shoes. The growing, rough stubble grazing across her skin caused her to suck in a breath and she laughed from the delicious sensation it created. Then his mouth fastened on her breast and she cried out and clutched him to her.

His mouth backed off, teasing her, his tongue flicking across her nipple sending a flash of pleasure through her that settled between her legs. She half cried out half moaned and ran her hands over his head willing him to continue. Not neglecting the other, he made a trail with his mouth to give it equal attention. She was hypersensitive to his touch and just the barest caress of his tongue across her hardened nipple was devastating.

She took his head between her hands and made him look at her.

"Riddick, please," she begged.

She ran her hands down his chest, smoothed over his tight stomach, and grazed her nails lightly down his hardened length. He growled and pushed her back a few steps until she made contact with the wall when she wrapped a hand around his erection. The cold metal surface was a shock to her naked skin and she sucked in her breath, but his hot mouth was quickly at her neck, warming her and making a delicious trail to nowhere. He braced his hands against the wall, closing his eyes, enjoying the torture of her hands as they took turns running up and down his length. With a guttural growl he grabbed her wrists to pull her hands off of him.

"Enough."

His greedy mouth came back down on hers and he wrapped an arm around her lower back to pull her to him. He hooked her leg behind the knee, bringing it up, leaned her back against the wall and thrust into her slick warmth. Her nails dug into his shoulders She whimpered and held on tightly, savoring the feel of him inside her.

"Jack."

Feeling the sharp bite of her nails when he took her, he groaned her name against her neck and pressed his fingers into her back. Her body softened against his and she gave herself over to him. Her sharp moans and feverish hands fired his appetite, inciting him to drive even harder and watch her face as her release built, just as she began to tighten around him he captured her mouth, swallowing her pleasure-filled scream when she came apart. Jack clung to him as spasms wracked her body and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, almost picking her up. He pressed her firmly against the wall, thrusting deeply into her, feeling his own release coming. The tightening ache intensifying, he buried himself completely and exploded, an almost feral roar torn from his throat as pleasure sped through him like liquid fire.

They both stood there somewhat immobile, unable to think, much less talk or move while they held each other. She slowly began kissing his neck and face until she heard him suppress a laugh. She looked at him with questioning eyes, an eyebrow popping up as if to say he better tell her now.

"I said you were probably the death of most men. May have to include myself in that group."

"Flattery will get you almost anything."

"Only almost? Why not everything."

"You have to work for the rest"

He smiled and kissed her. "Didn't hurt you did I?"

"My back may be a bit sore but no, you didn't hurt me. Question is, do you feel better now?"

His mouth went to her neck just under her ear and he felt her shiver. "Mmmmm. Getting there."

They shared a long shower and returned to the living room. Riddick was wrapped in a long towel and she had borrowed one of the women's robes she had found in Eron's closet, which led Jack to explain Eron's collection of female attire. They sat on the sofa with her back to him while he towel dried her hair.

"I think you have a thing for my hair."

"I can't grow hair like this so getting my hands on yours is the next best thing. 'Sides, I have a fascination for your back side remember?" His hands ran down her robe covered back then he stopped. "Show me your back." She let the robe slip down and he moved her hair to the side examining her skin. Nothing, it was perfect and just as smooth as before. "Where was it?"

She reached behind her and felt his hand, then moved it to the lower third of her spine. "Right about here, then through my abdomen from what Eron said."

"Do they have a regen tool here?"

"No, I took the tool from Janus's house."

"Not when we left you didn't. It was on his cart when I left him to die in that room."

"But when you told me to hide in the shack, I went back in and got a weapon. Then I thought to bring it with me, just in case you got injured in the fight."

He stiffened. "You saw what I did to Janus then."

"Yes, I did." She knew what he was thinking because he had not wanted her to witness what he had done. She turned toward him. "Riddick, am I looking at you any different from before?"

He studied her face for a moment. He gave her a half smile. "No."

"He deserved that and more. Personally, I thought you were too easy on him." He poked her in the ribs.

"How in the hell did he know how to use that thing on you?"

"I showed him what it was and how to use it in case I couldn't for some reason. I think I scared the hell out of him." She paused almost not wanting to bring the topic of her interference back up. "Riddick? You understand why I did what I did down there?"

He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back against him. "I didn't fucking like it…still don't." He brushed the side of her face with his own, kissing her cheek. "But I understand."

"I don't think I could have survived that. I thought about you never being here with me again and that this monster was taking you away from me. Rage just took over. That was twice in about four days that's happened."

"Twice?"

She pulled the robe back on, then turned to face him and pressed her hand against his chest where she had seen the hand print appear. She felt a prickle against her palm which quickly turned to pleasant warmth and traveled through her hand. She started to draw away and he put his hand on top of hers keeping it there. The sensation was growing stronger and she felt like it was traveling up her arm. He took her hand off of him and it immediately stopped and she felt almost disappointed from the loss of it.

He looked at her intently, still holding her hand. "You felt something," he stated, somewhat in wonderment. She nodded with an awestruck smile. "You saw what happened?"

"I saw it. I saw Vaako fire at you and send you flying and I screamed at you to get up. I saw them all hit by a huge burst of energy that came from you, too. I thought you had died."

"You and me both. I woke up later and Blondie was there."

"Eron."

"That's his name?"

"Yes, and these are his rooms."

"He's Furyan."

"I know, he told me…he showed me. He had a blue handprint like yours, which was the only reason why I didn't try to kill him. I remembered your dream and I made the connection. She did this didn't she."

"Yes and I had no idea it was coming. She reached out, pressed her hand against me and it hurt like hell, just like she said it would."

"But what was it?"

"Anger. All of it from them. Coming through her into me. Can't explain it any other way." He looked at her neck and touched it. "How did you not get converted?"

"Eron prevented it from happening."

"How in the hell did you meet him anyway. He said he saw you back on Gaia."

"I met Eron on Gaia."

"You what?"

"I met him there. He found me in the barn loft."

"How in the hell did Eron get to you? You weren't near…even in the barn."

"He said a lensor saw me. On the way here he explained how they can see anything and through everything. That's how he found me."

"This doesn't make any sense. He's supposed to be a good guy, whatever the fuck that is, and he met you and talked to you ,but he never said shit to me about any of it. Told me Vaako took you before I came to."

"Vaako didn't take me and how do you know who he is?"

"Same big guy that tried to kill me then, tried to kill the Lord Marshall downstairs."

"What? When?"

"After you stabbed him and I watched Eron take you, Vaako jumped down and tried to kill him and missed, but I didn't. Let's get back to Eron. I f Vaako didn't take you, who the hell did?"

"Eron." She was counting mentally in her head before he blew up, but instead his anger was deathly calm.

"That fucker set me up? Where the hell is he?"

"I imagine he'll be back soon."

"You went willingly with him?"

"Hell no! He knocked me out. When I woke up, he told me what he did to get you to come back here. I was furious with him but what could I do?"

"Don't you worry, I'll take care of that for us both. First that bitch Aereon now Eron. I'm sick and fucking tired of people jerking us around."

"He kept me from being converted."

"That will keep him alive. How did he pull it off?"

"Although we didn't outright say it, we led everyone to believe that I was his lover, his pregnant lover. That was the excuse for not converting me due to my condition."

"You played his whore?" She punched his arm and he winced. "That really hurt!"

"Hell no, and I'm not apologizing either. Necros take women who haven't been converted because they like to play with someone who feels pain…or sleep with pregnant women. Neither of which their women can do for them." She got up and grabbed the healing device. "Your arm is injured. Where does it hurt?"

"You are not using that piece of shit on me!"

"Would you stop being a baby? It saved my life! There's nothing to be scared of. Now show me where it hurts!" He smiled, amused at her tone of voice and stared at her as she worked on his different injuries. "There, done."

"I am not a fucking baby."

"Then quit acting like one."

Growling he tackled her, his hands invading her robe and going straight to her ribs when they heard a knock at the door.

"There better not be a guy with a hamburger on the other side of that door."

"I checked but they don't offer room service here." She quickly tightened her robe when she heard Eron's voice. "Come in."

The door opened and he hesitantly entered carrying a pile of clothing draped over his arm. "I have another quick task and then I will be back but I thought you might want a change of clothes. I had to guess but perhaps something here will work until other clothing can be acquired."

Riddick, not happy with the man, just grunted so Jack spoke up. "Thank you Eron." He had already gotten up and was going through the clothes as Eron left. "Grunting? Is that how you answer someone?"

"I'll answer any damn way I please. At least he didn't bring any of that prissy looking shit I've seen him wearing."

"He got your color right. Black, black, and," she held up socks, "black."

They both dressed and she wore another one of the many dresses she found in Eron's closet. Riddick had not gotten a good look at her in the dress she had on before. It had blood stains on it and didn't stay on her long anyway. When he got a good look at her in the new one his eyebrow popped and his hands went immediately to her waist, rolling over her curves.

"I see why you can't wear anything under this. Can you even breathe?"

"It's quite comfortable despite how it looks. Fabric molds itself to me, literally."

He grinned even though he suspected she wasn't a fan of the dresses. "You won't hear me complaining."

"Beast." They heard another knock at the door and Jack opened it.

"I guess you didn't need to knock. This is your room after all."

"Just making sure I'm not…interrupting. But about this being my room, you may take residence in the Lord Marshall's chambers whenever you like."

"Kicking us out already?"

"By all means no My Lady."

"My Lady? What is up with that shit?"

"You belong to the Lord Marshall, you are to be addressed as My Lady."

"You've been calling me Kyra for the past four days and if you don't want me to kick your ass, you'll continue to address me as such. And this Lord Marshall crap…I don't see that happening."

"Kyra, we've spoken of this. You keep what you kill. It is the Necromonger faith. There are far too many here who are devout believers and will bow down to him, just as I heard Vaako did. They will not take lightly to any talk of Riddick being anything but the Lord Marshall. It is a duty than can only be given to another before one's death or by taking it as Riddick did."

"I'm not the Lord Marshall. I just used it so I could find her and not have Helion Prime destroyed. I killed the fuck who wiped out our kind. End of story."

"I am afraid it is not." It was Aereon.

Jack dug her nails into her hands to keep from strangling the woman. "So you are here."

Riddick looked at her. "You knew?"

"Wasn't foremost on my mind to mention her. She was a prisoner of the Lord Marshall, but Eron didn't know if she was still here."

Riddick was curious. "So, Aeron. What was your value to him? Why keep you alive?

"He needed me as I am; to tell him of his chances against you. I see I correctly calculated the odds."

"So you think my job here isn't done yet?"

"Hardly. You are to take the Necromongers and lead them to the Underverse where they will no longer threaten other worlds. It is not just to avenge Fuyra, as Eron has told me, but to protect others from the same fate."

Jack got in her face. "He will not lead them!"

"He has no choice, my dear."

"No choice? There are always choices and you certainly don't tell him of all people that he has no choice."

"Hello! I'm right fucking here!" He looked disgruntled. "Eron!" The man jumped back several feet at the bark. "We need to have a private place so we'll take the room…for now."

"I'll take you there myself after I have food brought up here."

"And you", he pointed at Aereon, "can float your gassy ass on out of here. I don't want to hear another word until I ask you to speak."

After Eron left, Riddick slowly paced the room for a few minutes saying nothing. Then he sat down and she looked at him closely. She could tell he was thinking and she got on her knees in front of him and took his hands.

"Tell me you aren't considering this." He didn't answer her or look at her and her heart fell. "No! We're finally free! No damn mercs, no threat from the Lord Marshall. Riddick, we can go back to New Freedom. Back to our lives."

"Okay, say I do ditch. What's to stop these bastards from going to every other planet in the Helion system and doing to them what they did here? They almost destroyed Helion Prime and if you think they'd skip New Freedom, think again. Jack…they killed Iman."

She stood up feeling sick. "No." Riddick came behind her and she turned around with tears in her eyes. "What about Lajjun and Ziza?"

"When I left them they were safe. One of those lensor freaks had them marked and Iman ran out to get the soldiers to follow him. He didn't need to do that because I could have gotten them out. I found the fuck who did it though and killed him."

"Give it up. Give it to Eron. He's a good person despite his circumstances and he's Furyan. He knows what needs to be done and he would do it."

"You keep what you kill Jack. You can't give it away."

"Fuck them!"

"It's their faith."

"Their faith? I cannot believe you even said that! Iman told me you knew there was a god and you hated him because of how your life turned out. Since when did you, of all people, begin to recognize the power of people's faiths?"

Her question disturbed him. When he met her again, he had started to feel hope and a remote twinge of faith that perhaps God wasn't out to make his life miserable after all. "I'm not saying I believe in their shit, but it's powerful. Any fool can see that. It's who they are and they live by it. You can't change what their faith is like you can a rule."

"If you're their leader you can."

"You were with Eron long enough to know it doesn't work like that."

Eron returned about twenty minutes later with servants carrying food and clothing. He sensed her mood immediately. She took her tray to a different room to eat leaving Riddick and Eron alone.

"She's upset?"

"She's a hell of a lot more than upset."

"Because you will lead the Necromongers to the Underverse."

"Considering leading them."

"I'm afraid there is no other choice."

"And you're the fuck that ripped that choice out of my hands. You and Aereon. She told me what you did Eron. Don't think for a moment that I've forgotten it. Last thing I needed or wanted is to be a savior to mankind!

"And what of her?"

"This affects her, too. She wants to go home. She's got a life, friends, and a business that she loves."

"And by leading the Necros to the Underverse you will preserve all of it."

He glared at Eron and the man flinched. "Just how long were you waiting to say that shit to me? Forget it. Just show us to his rooms."

"Don't you mean your rooms?"

"Whatever."

Eron noted the clothes had fit Riddick and had more of them sent up to his new rooms along with additional clothing for Jack. It had been an hour and she had not spoken to either of them, which made him oddly uncomfortable. He led them both to their new rooms while curious Necros stole glances at them and many were shocked to see Jack had survived her attack.

Eron opened the double doors and what greeted them about made her sick. The rooms were decorated with the same twisted sculptures that she had seen in the throne room. It was black, dreary, and reeked of death.

"It has to go."

Eron looked at her not understanding. "What has to go?"

"Everything. The bed…I will NOT sleep in that man's bed. The sculptures. Everything. There is nothing but death in here."

"I agree," Riddick added. "See what you can get your people to find and get the rest of this out of here immediately."

Within fifteen minutes the room was gutted and all of the former Lord Marshall's personal belongings were trashed. Two new mattresses were brought up with linens in any color other than black or gray and topped with a green coverlet. Riddick left her alone to have Eron give him a quick tour. She found the bed clothes that had been brought up for them both and put on a dark green silk nightgown with a matching robe. It was late and she was exhausted. Unbidden tears streamed down her face. She knew Riddick had made his choice.

"Damn you! Why couldn't you just walk away and come home with me?" She ran her hands through her hair gripping it tightly in her fists. "Can I do this? Could I actually stay here with him, with these people?" She paced the room. "I hate this. I fucking hate this. I'm insane for even considering it. I can't do this." Sitting down on the bed she covered her face with her hands. "He's so much a part of me. I don't know that I can leave him even though this is the last damn place I want to be."

The next morning she woke up before him, showered and dressed and left the room. She went to talk to Eron, but ran straight into Dame Vaako and her husband outside of his room. Both were shocked to see her alive.

"What's wrong? Word of my survival didn't reach you yet? You know, you should both close your mouths before something foul decides to move in."

Vaako stepped forward towering over her. "How is it that you lived? You were thrown clear across the hall and impaled."

I'm not telling them shit. "Guess it takes more than that to keep a good woman down."

Dame Vaako's hand slipped over her husband's shoulder. "Husband, must we waste our time with this whore? Oh, and just whose whore are you? Eron's or Riddick's?"

Jack had already released her knife from where it was tied when she heard the word whore the first time. Unexpectedly she slammed Vaako's wife against Eron's door, knocking her head into it as hard as she could. The blade was against her neck and pressed into her skin just enough to draw blood. Dame Vaako's eyes bugged out and she shrieked in anger.

"Careful," Jack warned, "You move too much and you'll cut your own throat and honestly I really wouldn't have a problem with that. You are a power hungry, manipulative bitch who needs to learn exactly where your fucking place is. For as long as I am at the side of your new Lord Marshall you will address me as My Lady. If you even LOOK at me wrong, I will be all over your ass!"

She caught Lord Vaako out of the corner of her eye. "As for being the Purifier's whore or the Lord Marshall's whore?" She looked directly at Vaako and ran her eyes up and down him and laughed. "Well now. Maybe I'll just keep what I kill Dame Vaako. He's too much of a man for a tight ass bitch like you anyway and it seems I just can't get enough."

She looked at her husband, almost angrier at him than at her for not helping. "Do something!"

Vaako's face wore a strained look. Begging for mercy for his own wife was degrading. "My Lady please."

"Please Commander Vaako? Please what?"

"She has forgotten her place as you have said."

"I highly suggest you teach her where it is and remind her often of it or I'll be happy to show her myself and I promise it won't be pretty."

Eron heard the commotion and opened his door. Without the door at her back, Dame Vaako immediately stumbled backwards into his room and landed on her ass.

Jack suppressed a laugh and turned to Vaako. "I think you should collect your wife."

"Yes My Lady. He picked up his wife by the arm and escorted her away with her berating him the entire time.

"Well, that was interesting. Had I known, I would have opened the door sooner."

"You're just mad you missed the show." She walked into his room and got straight to the point. "He hasn't said so, but I know him well enough that he doesn't need to say anything. He's made his decision to stay." She looked at him curiously when he didn't meet her eyes. "You know already though don't you."

"Kyra. He is thinking of the other worlds of people that he can save by taking these people directly to the Underverse. Forgive me for overstepping my bounds, but I also believe he is doing this for you."

That was the last thing she wanted to hear, that this was for her. "And how long will that voyage take Eron?"

"No more than two years from here round trip. That's a worse case estimate."

She grabbed a hold of a chair to keep from falling down from the news. "You will be honest with me, won't you Eron?"

"Of course. My duty is to Riddick and you, not this faith although I must keep up a pretense."

"Do you think they will try to kill him, to get his position?"

"There are a few who may try."

"Vaako?"

"His wife put him up to that. He's dedicated to the faith so I do not forsee him trying anything because of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the Lord Marshall feared Riddick and that is a weakness, which in Vaako's eyes meant he wasn't fit to rule. That gave him the justification to kill the Lord Marshall even though he still respected him. It was to protect the faith."

"Fear is hardly a word I would associate with Riddick."

"And that is something Vaako will respect. That will protect him. I think the only thing he fears is you."

Her head snapped up and she looked at him oddly. "Why would you say that?"

"You are his one weakness. You in danger enrages him. I have seen it twice now. But when he thought you dying, he let his guard down."

"Don't ever tell him what you just told me if you value your life."

"I assure you, that was for your benefit only."

"What about me then? Will I have every Necro bitch out to stab me in the back to keep what she kills?"

"Doubtless they will try. Most here are weak minded women though. You did yourself a favor with how you handled Dame Vaako. Word travels swiftly and it will no doubt strengthen your position."

"Thank you for being so honest with me."

"I would never need to be anything but honest with you. Question is, will you stay?"

Her eyes turned away from him. "I think I need to tell him my decision first."

Thank you again for your comments! I know I keep repeating myself but they really make me bust my ass and some really put a smile on my face…especially the ones calling me evil, mean, etc. Those particularly motivate me for some reason. LOL! Oh, the healing thingy, I didn't say she took it with her (or that Riddick did) because I felt that would hinder the past chapter if you knew she had it. I originally wrote that she did take it but changed my mind at the last minute.

Claudzion: Mean? (insert evil laugh here). It's habit forming. :) Thanks for reviewing and for your comments! Was this soon enough?

Dhampir Elf: Woo-hoo evil cliffe! Ok, need to clarify. Sadly, or perhaps happily, she was not pregnant so getting hurt as she was, she didn't lose a baby. That was just the cover she was using with Eron to keep her from being converted. She explained to Riddick, back after they reunited, that she can't have kids. Ovarian tumors squashed that. Thanks again for your review and always love reading them!

FitMama: I did think of killing her off but there's more story to tell with them, so I just decided to have some fun with it. I think the Purifier should have survived in the movie. I liked his character too much to have him die here. Thanks for reviewing!

whitelite: I thought it was funny and YES, I am enjoying this. Love your comments as always.

BatPhace: Absolutely enough motivation for me as always Batty! I look forward to hearing if I knew what I was doing or not…sometimes I just don't know. We'll see.

InanasChild: Quick enough I hope to not leave you hanging. Thanks for your comments!

Ash: I'm with ya. I hated the COR ending, too. Can't kill her, more story to go.

Akryan: Glad you found the story and I appreciate your comments! Can't promise a chapter a day always but I try to update quickly.