I apoligize if the wording is not exact. It is hard to watch a movie and write a fanfic at the same time. Enjoy.

Now I know what I missed about Riddick, always full of surprises.

The beast and Riddick had a showdown, and Riddick won. Soon he was petting the beast like it was a normal dog.

He pulled my hand out and placed it on the beast. Despite its look, the beast was actually very soft. It was nice. I sat in Riddick's lap as he continued to pet and play with the dog.

I was comfortable. I almost wanted to stay like that forever, but just knowing that Riddick was the one who saved me again, like I was back on that damn planet without any way to take care of myself.

I didn't move, for fear of what the dog would do. Finally the dog left, passing by one of the other inmates.

"It's an animal thing," he said standing. He pulled me up with him. When the man left I turned to him.

"An animal thing? That makes sense. All men are dogs," I said before trying to pull away from him. He held onto my upper arms, not letting me go.

"I did what I had to do. I stayed on a frozen piece of shit to keep you safe and this is how you repay me. By getting yourself thrown into slam? What the hell were you thinking?"

I looked into his eyes, anger flowing throughout my system. "I was thinking about my son and getting back to him in one piece."

I pulled out of his grip then and moved away from him. "If you had children, you would understand."

I walked away from him and went back to my secret place. I sat there for around an hour, when I felt a presence by my side. I looked up into a pair of silver eyes.

"What do you want Riddick?"

Suddenly he pushed me to the ground, pinning me down with his body. "Jesus Riddick. What the fuck?"

"You signed with mercs?" he asked in an angry tone. I looked directly into his eyes and nodded. "Yes."

"Why? I spent five years away from you to keep them away and you and Kyra go and sign up with those same bastards who wanted to leave you on that heap to die. Why?"

I was mad. How dare he ask me why I do things. Who the hell does he think he is?

"I signed up with those fake badges for my son." Riddick just continued to glare at me. "Explain."

I sighed. I hoped he would never have to know about Billy, but now it was inevitable.

"I signed up with them to find his father."

"What his father a wanted man?" I laughed.

"Very much so."

"You have a thing for dangerous men." I stopped laughing and glanced at Riddick.

"Only one."

Riddick didn't say anything. He just stared at me. His brow was narrowed in confusion. He stayed like that for a few seconds before realization dawned on him and he was back to being angry.

"Why did Iman tell me?"

"I told him never to reveal Billy's identity to anyone, especially you."

"Why would you do that?"

I took as deep a breath as I could with Riddick's body sitting on mine.

"I didn't want you to know. I was mad at you for lying to me."

Riddick looked like he wanted to get shiv-happy on my ass. I didn't care. He knew now and that was all that mattered in my opinion.

"Now you know why Billy looks so familiar. It is because he is your son, Riddick. I was just a fool to believe that you wouldn't be interested in know about him."

Riddick just got off me and looked up.

The men were going topside. "So, they do go topside. To swap out air."

"Who are you?" another voice said. Riddick turned to see the same inmate as before, staring at him. I sat up.

"When it happens it will happen fast. Stay on my feet or stay behind for the rest of your unnatural life."

"No body escapes this place. No body."

Riddick took one last look at me before moving to another spot.

"He ain't no body," a female voice said. I looked up and saw curly brown hair over the edge. I smiled.

"He's Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer," I said to the man smiling, "and he's going to get us out of here."