(Disclaimer: I own none of the Pitch Black or the COR characters. I wouldn't mind owning Riddick though.)

That one tear trailed down his cheek and hit moms face with silence, he stood up with her in his arms and carried her to the hospital four streets down. He walked right up to a doctor.

"She was shot and has lost a lot of blood." The doctor pulled up a gurney; Riddick laid her on it as her blood turned the white sheets red. I stood behind Riddick with no words. He sat down in a chair along the wall and set his head in his hands. I stood for a moment trying to take it all in.

"Riddick? Is mom gonna be ok?" I asked as my eyes welled up.

"I don't know." His voice muffled by his hands, I sat next to him and hugged him. It took him by surprise, but he wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't want mom to die." The tears just started to fall down my cheeks as the pain I felt turned into rage.

"Huh?" Riddick looked at his hands they were al bloody. "I didn't get any blood on my hands." He grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me back, still holding his grip.

"What?" I sniffed and looked at him.

"You've been hit." He said looking at my chest with wide eyes. I looked down and blood was rushing from a whole in my chest. "The bullet went right through." Another lonely tear fell down Riddick's cheek.

"I told you, you needed to cry." Saying that I fell to the floor.

"Doctor." Riddick called. The bullet had gone strait through me and hit mom. I was so worried about her; my adrenaline didn't allow me to feel the bullet go through.

Hours later.

I opened my eyes to Riddick sitting to my left. He sat between mom and me.

"You're a beautiful site in the morning." Mom said with a raspy voice.

"Just as long as you're the one looking." He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead.

"Hey I'm asleep I'm not dead." I said closing my eyes again. I sat up and hung my feet off the side of the bed. "I don't want to hear any seductive talk from either of you while I'm around." They both smiled at me. I stood up, I almost fell down, but Riddick caught me before I hit the floor; again.

"Get back in bed." He said facing me towards the bed.

"Um... No. I'm leaving. I hate hospitals, this is where people die." I sat on the bed and swung my feet over the opposite side where my black pants and t-shirt were folded in a chair with my combat boots.

"Don't say 'No' to your father." Mom sat up scolding me.

"I'm leaving." I pulled on my pants and shirt. I didn't bother lacing up my boots and headed out the door to the room. I walked into the hallway, the lights were dim and only two or three nurses were around. A pain surged through my body as I hit the floor in a face plant. Riddick picked me up and carried me back to our room and laid me back in my bed. My chest started to bleed.

"It hurts." I whispered to Riddick like I was 5 telling him that the scrape on my knee hurt.

"I know." He left and came back with a nurse. As I left the conscience world.

In Slice's head

I stood in a black room, I could see fine. Riddick stood across the room holding his shiv in a fighting stance. Mom stood next to him with a baby me in her arms.

"Let me hold him." Riddick asked straitening up putting way the shiv, and then putting out his arms.

"Be careful, and support his head." She handed me to him. Then I was a little older and in my living room with Riddick on the couch holding mom as I played on the floor with a toy they had given me on Christmas Eve. I was about three or four. I then stood out on the street in front of the three story building we lived in, Riddick watched me as I ran in circles playing with a string I found. I tripped and skinned my knee. He scooped me up off the ground, took me inside and put a band-aid on it. Next I was 10 and Riddick was teaching me how to fly in a cargo ship he had bought from a merchant.

"Now pull toward you to make the nose go back and away to make it go down." I sat in his lap holding the two sticks.

"Dad, like this?" I said in the little voice I had. As I stood there and watched him teach me all these things I started to cry.

"Are these memories, or just thoughts?" I said sobbing, a beep covered my sobs.

In the real world.

The beep was ongoing. The pain in my chest had receded.

"Riddick!" I shouted shooting my eyes open.

"I'm here." He came and sat on the bed next to me. "Are you ok?"

"I am now. Did you try to teach me how to fly?" I asked sitting up.

"No."

"Ok, I was just curious." I rubbed the bandage over my wound and winced. "What happened?" I turned and looked at mom sleeping.

"You got an infection that went through your bloodstream to your heart. You'll be fine in time." He said putting his hand on my cheek then to my shoulder patting it gently.

"Thanks." I said rapping my arms around him. "I've wanted to do this since I was six and the boogie man was in my room." Tears started to run down my cheeks as I let go of the most-wanted man in universe. "The most-wanted man in the universe and he's my dad. Typical."

"I have a kid, and he's a mini me. Typical." Riddick said mocking me in a playful way.

"It was strange." I said to him.

"What was?" He asked sitting back in the chair between the two beds.

"I had a glimpse of my life, but...you were there. Like, you were holding your shiv in a fighting stance. Mom stood next to you with a baby me in her arms. You asked if you could hold me and you did. Then I was a little older and in our living room with you on the couch holding mom as I played on the floor with a toy you had given me on Christmas Eve. I was about three or four. I then stood out on the street in front of the three story building we lived in, you watched me as I ran in circles playing with a string I found. I tripped and skinned my knee. You scooped me up off the ground, took me inside and put a band-aid on it. Next I was 10 and you were teaching me how to fly in a cargo ship you had bought from a merchant." I leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. "Maybe it was what could have been if mom hadn't left."

"She did right. You didn't need to grow up moving around not knowing what it was like to stay in a place for more then a day." He sat there with his goggles on his head; the lighting was dim enough it didn't hurt his eyes.

"I see you two are catching up well." Mom laid on her right side with her hands under her head.

"I guess." Riddick and I said in unison.

"Father like son." She said with a wide smile. "How you doin you ok?" She set her head on Riddick's shoulders, stretching out her body.

"I'll be ok after a few hours of sleep." Pulling the curtain between us he sat on the bed next to her leaning against the wall, she laid against him with her head on his chest.

"Why did you come back?" Mom asked positioning her head to look up at him.

"Slice said, you where with me that day I was going to leave you on that planet, that you were with me when I left you on New Mecca, and you were with me when I became a king, and that you were with me then as he told me this. He also said you have always been with me and you always will, if I came back to you or not. He told me that I might be a cold hearted killer, but even an animal has a heart." He said staring into space.

"My little boy said that?" She asked glancing over at the dividing curtain, then back at Riddick.

"He's not a little boy anymore. But he's not a man either." He pulled out his shiv and looked at his reflection. He had a five o'clock shadow and his hair started to grow back. Then putting it back, Riddick got up and started out the door.

"Are you leaving again?" Mom asked with concern written all over her face. Riddick turned to face her.

"No. I'm going out. I will be back." He headed out.

Riddick came back an hour later with a square bulge in his pocket. I was asleep and mom was reading a magazine from the waiting room Riddick had brought in with him.

"I have a surprise for you." Riddick walked up to the bed and knelt on one knee pulling out the bulge and opening it to reveal a diamond ring. "Jack. Will you marry me?" He had a smile on his face. Mom leaned in to give him a small kiss as a thank you gesture but instead they went into that famous lip-lock.

AN: Another small cliffhanger. Hope you like it. Plz R&R.