*Disclaimer* I do not own Riddick/Jack. They are the property of USA Films, and don't sue me over that. The song "Platform 33" belongs to Gareth, and is used with permission, sort of. :P So he can't sue me, or Dev. Now, go read the story… ^_^

This story is dedicated to Ariel for the great inspiration and always the wonderful support, for both of us.

Platform 33 by Gareth Sparks

And I know… you're the only one

Whoever saw my weakness at all.

And it drew you to me like an open flame

But you stayed here for too long.

Oh--- I wish I could go…

On the train back home.

Oh--- I wish I could go with you.

But you ride…

Alone.

Oh--- I wish I could go…

On the train back home.

Oh--- I wish I could go with you.

But you ride…

Alone.

Not gonna' hurt you like I done before.

So go before it's just too late.

Before I forget myself,

And save myself,

And curse myself, and…

You'll always have me here to hate.

Oh--- I wish I could go…

On the train back home.

Oh--- I wish I could go with you.

But you ride…

Alone…

Platform 33

By Saphrin & DevilWithTheAngelWingsOn

So...

No.

Please?

I said no.

You wait. She'll make you.

I love her. I wouldn't-- I couldn't.

So you say...

Riddick rubbed his head and sighed. He was arguing with himself again.

Again.

It was almost becoming daily when he would argue about hurting Jack. Jack-- his wife Jack. She meant more to him then he could ever show.

How could even think of hurting her?

Easy.

He was almost reverting again after Fry gave him his humanity again. How could he waste it all when he just got back? Almost 6 years ago almost to this day. Six years since he had smelt the taste of blood on his hands. For most people, it took seven years to truly quit death sticks. (Cigarettes) It would make sense to use that same logic for killing. Seven years and he would be home free-- but the compulsion was coming back too much for him. Killing was a compulsion for him. He had kept it down until now. But that didn't worry him; it worried him because he was thinking of Jack. Anyone but Jack-- and he wouldn't give it another thought. But it was his beautiful wife...

He had married her only two yeas ago. She was barely to legal to drink on some planets. It had made him feel like a lecher. Him, middle thirties… and Jack, barely past twenty. Now... she was pregnant. He didn't know whether to be happy or scared. He wouldn't admit that he was scared, but he knew that he had to be. It was his child, actually children. They could be evil just like him. Maybe the blood lust was passed through his genes… Then he had to think… about having twins. A boy and a girl… Corbin and Kali… He smirked. The doctor ruined that surprise.

He stood up from the chair he had sat in for the last six hours. It was driving him insane. He hadn't taken time to look in on Jack as she slept. The compulsion was driving him to do something he didn't want to do. Something he couldn't keep in control for too long. It would be best for the both of them if he left, if he couldn't keep this under control. But... he didn't know when he break finally. He could never tell when he would snap and go into the animal rage that no one could stop. Not even himself, not that he had ever tried either.

Riddick rubbed his eyes and looked up at the clock. Almost dawn soon; Jack would go do an hour work at the hospital soon. She refused to stay home all the time. She liked playing with the newborns. It almost brought tears to his eyes seeing her work, while pregnant, yet meanwhile he would stay home. He couldn't work jobs, usually, but he still got money, for murder that he never actually did. He ran a mob of men that would kill for him. They got paid next to nothing, but they were protected working for the infamous Richard B. Riddick.

Soft padding of feet walking into the kitchen disturbed him from the thoughts. He looked up to see a bright-eyed Jack. Her long blond hair was tied back into a loose ponytail and her green eyes almost smiled at him.

"Morning Riddick." She looked up and saw the morose look on his face. "Oh... did you stay up all night again, hon?" She quieted as he barely nodded at her, and turned his back.

"Did you sleep well?" He tried to change the subject.

"Yep, fine. One of these times though... you being up will be good... we can get the hospital faster."

He cringed. The thought of having to get pregnant Jack to a hospital scared him. She was nearing the time where she would give birth. A shiver crawled down his spin and shook him to his feet. He still didn't answer, but simply moved to make coffee.

"Riddick? Is something bothering you?"

Ignoring her, he looked around for the filter, rummaging the cabinets and grabbed a box.

"Dammit Riddick, answer me." Jack cried at him. "What's wrong Riddick? You're not the one pregnant, and you're getting mood swings!"

He growled. "It's nothing, Jack. I haven't had sleep. Let's leave it at that." Riddick turned his back to her, ignoring her. He couldn't look at her; too many things were coming to him. Murder, was the closest thing he could relate with.

Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Fine, Riddick, just fine." She quickly walked away from him, a little squeak coming from her eyes and her chest heaved and she ran into their room to change for work.

Riddick hit his fist into the counter. "Fuck." He had screwed up. Again.

TBC…

Huge note: Okay, listen up people. This is a story between me, Saphrin, and DevilWithTheAngelWingsOn. So, this is going to be a very different story than either of us has written, and we are both very excited to be doing this. A BIG THANKS to Ariel for the inspiration of us starting to write together.

This story will consist of us alternating (hopefully) between chapters, and keeping the same character, so no one gets confused with what's going on inside their heads. I'm going to be writing for Riddick, and Devil will write for Jack. Hopefully, there will be another chapter soon up, but I can't say, since there is still so much to do.

I hope you all like this story, and if you would like to see more, just drop us a review, and tell us what you think. Or if you hate it, write a review. :P Either way, review please. It means more than you can imagine, for both of us. Thanks for reading, and have a nice night.

- Saphrin & DevilWithTheAngelWingsOn