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

I fell to my knees and watched Jr. be carried off and eaten. The rain hit my body and washed away the blood.

"Richard lets go!" mom screamed.

"I'm up here." Riddick yelled at her facing me. "Slice get your ass up." Riddick and mom started running again. I got up and started walking through a large cage of ribs. A creature came up behind me and almost got me in the back, I threw my body against the side of the cage. I started running through the bones, as the creature followed. I got thirty yards from the ship, and tripped.

"Slice get up, c'mon." A tear fell down mom's cheek as I scrambled to my feet. I stood up and the creature flew by and whipped me with his tail taking with it a chunk of my side. I ran to the ship and dived into the doors. Riddick jammed the doors so they couldn't get in.

"I'll go and finish the repairs." Riddick headed to the engine room. I landed on my stomach in a hall just before you get to the bridge; mom was bent down next to me.

"Your bleeding." She pulled my shirt up to reveal the big gash in my side.

"I'll be fine." I tried to get up. But failed at the attempt.

"Riddick!" Mom yelled to him as he came running in.

"What?"

"Carry him to his room, I'll get some towels and water." Mom stood up and headed towards the bunks. Riddick put my arm around his neck and we walked to my bunk. I laid down on the bed and took my shirt of putting it over the wound. My flat, white chest covered in blood.

"I'll go help your mom." He left the room making no sound. He and mom came back in 5 minutes, which seamed like hours.

Mom walked in holding a little tin box with Medic on it. Riddick walked in behind her carrying a bowl of water and towels slung over his left shoulder.

"Gonna give me a shave?" I laughed and winced at the pain in my side. Riddick laid the bowl and towels on the night stand next to the bed and left.

"Now lay still so I can sow this up." Mom grabbed a towel and dipped it into the water. She removed my shirt and placed the wet towel over my chunk less side. Then placing the tin box in her lap and opening it, she pulled out a needle and some thread. Riddick returned with a magazine.

"Yeah. Um...You can sow him up, I'm goin to the bridge." I pointed to Riddick, and then started to get up.

"You're going to lay still, or I'll have Riddick hold you down." Mom pointed to Riddick looking at the magazine. I laid back down and closed my eyes. After the thirty-minutes of not dying from the pain of being sowed up without any kind of drugs (not like the pain was bad enough). Mom and Riddick left leaving me, alone, and freaked out. It was hard to sleep with the creatures screeching, and bucking heads. I stared at a blood stain on door of the room. A knock came to it.

"C'mon in." I sat up a little further. Riddick walked in with something in his hand.

"Here this should take the pain away." Riddick showed me a bottle of some kind of whiskey.

"Thanks. Didn't know you drank."

"What convict doesn't?"

"Good point." I could feel the tears welling up in the back of my eyes. I just wanted to burst. I wanted to kick his ass, hug him, hate, him, every emotion you could have for a person I felt. I didn't want to show it. The son of the most-wanted man braking down to cry for feelings would probably embarrass him something awful. And the pain in my side was so intense I could hardly breathe. I sat stiff not moving. I stared at my feet as he sat in the chair mom left by my bed.

"I'm not the kind of guy that knows how to deal with feelings. Everything I've ever known has died. I'm so dysfunctional; I don't sleep more then two hours a night." He sat straight up with his fingers locking with each other. "I can't say I understand your feelings, because I don't."

"You don't have to. You're a convict and a killer. Ruthless, fearless. When things go bump in the night, you bump back if your not the doing the bumping. You wouldn't" I wiped my nose with my hand. He stood up to leave. "Wait. Stay. I don't want you to go." I couldn't hold it anymore, a wave of tears started falling down my face, one after the other. He scooted the chair right next to the bed and sat there. I reached for an arm a leg anything to hold on to. "I'm not who you think I am."

"Then who are you?" Riddick took off his goggles.

"I mean...." I sobbed a little. Mom walked in. She walked to the bed and sat on it beside me; I laid my head in her lap.

"I heard you two talking. Then I heard you cry." She rubbed my arm that was wrapped around her. "I know what you were gonna tell him. I think you should wait...wait for the opportune moment." Riddick still sat there looking at the two of us.

"I think I'll leave you two alone." He stood up and walked out the door.

"Mom." I said in a small, scared voice, trying to hold back my sobs. Then digging my head into her arms. I fell asleep. I woke up holding the one pillow on the bed, the eclipse was over and Riddick was still making needed repairs. I sat up. There was a new bandage around my waist. Riddick knocked on the door. "Come in Riddick." How I know it was him I'll never know.

"Jack said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah. Come... sit." I patted the empty space on the bed beside me. He walked over and sat down; I laid my head on his chest. "I'm not who you think I am. I just never accepted it. I wanted so much to be like you, and for you to except me."

"What do you mean?" Riddick held me in his arms.

"You don't have a son....."

AN: I had to ad another twist. Hope you like.:)