Author's Note: Sorry about the wait!

Jack's POV:

11:01 and there he was not five foot in front of me. His stride was definitely one to be admired, pure badass. Just the way his neck twitched ever so slightly told me he knew he was being followed, that I was behind him. Of course he didn't no who I was but would shortly. The nearly empty streets didn't help any but it didn't matter, I wanted him to fell threatened, like someone was watching. Taking one last look at his bald goggled head and black tank I hung a left because being with him for that short period of time I learned something. He didn't like to be backed into a corner, no predator did.

Hurrying I was able to make it to my destination on time. A night club lying right in the heart of the city, which might be another reason why the streets were vacant. I visited it frequently since I've been here, a bad habit I'm sure, though I never drank only watched. A smile was all I it took to get into the inky depths that held so many people in such a cramped space. But as long as the drinks kept coming everyone was happy.

"Right on time Jack, I take it everything went well?" Marie's light whisper was barley heard through the obnoxious music. I nodded sitting down in our usual booth, words were scarce after seeing him in so long.

"Don't let it get to you, you've wanted this your whole life. It's just the beginning."

"I know but its been four years and he still looks the same, like he hasn't aged a day."

"Did he know you were following him?"

"Of course, probably watching me right now!" I joked trying to shake the all to familiar feelings. I've waited four years to find him, impress him, ask him why he left yet I got all shook up just following him.

"He is." Marie took a sip of her bloody mary staring above my head.

"What? Where?" Questions flew out of my mouth.

"In the right corner, don't turn around. Just relax you wanted to see him again and here's your chance. You're lucky we have business here Jack because what you see in him I will never know." She finished off her drink, grabbed her coat and stood up.

"Remember you control the whole situation from start to finish and you'll be fine. Oh and one more thing don't forget we have a job in the morning, so don't stay out to late. I won't wait up." Giving me a knowing smile she left making her way out the back towards home.

Sitting there knowing he was watching me was probably the hardest thing I had to do. I wanted him to come to me even if it took all night. Though I knew what he was doing, waiting for me to leave the safety of the club and give him home field advantage. No way in hell I'd sit there all night. Then on the other hand the club was only open till 2am and midnight passed a half hour ago. Shit! Four years and I couldn't even approach him, but what would I say? Hey how's it going? Killed anyone lately? Ever think about me? Why couldn't you take me with you? It didn't matter that Marie trained me for four years didn't prepare me for the conversation or how I would feel. My stomach was going crazy, hands sweaty as anything, legs shaking. No, I wasn't ready or did I think I would ever be. As soon as the throng of people opened just the tiniest bit I got up and made my way to the bathroom. By the time I got there I felt even worse yet to my relief there wasn't a line. The door squealed loudly as I entered heading straight for one of the many sinks, splashing cold water on my neck and face never felt so good. That's when the lights went out .

There was no time to react. In a flash I was up against the wall dangling form the ground while a massive hand squeezed my throat.

"Why were you following me?" The gravelly dark voice pierced the darkness finding my ears.

"Rid- I was…" I slipped almost saying his name but he caught it, squeezing harder. My vision was becoming hazy, though I couldn't see anyway. With my left hand I was able to grab my 'pen', looked just like one except once you were stuck with tit it would shoot open with five blades ripping the skin apart and shooting a drug to relax you to the point of passing out. Making my move I whipped it out and slammed it into his arm. Instantly he released me and I slid to the floor taking my heat seeking gun out in the process. I didn't need to see now by the time he recovered my gun was ready to fire. Watching the little pop up screen I could make him out perfectly in colors ranging from severe red to a dark purple.

"Shit Riddick I just wanted to talk not make a big mess!" I complained more to myself than to him. Walking right up to the muzzle of the gun his goggles went flying.

"What did you give me?" His tone was cold, clam, in control.

"A drug, just relaxes you. You were choking me for Christ's sake!"

"You were following me and now no who I am." He got closer examining me for the first time up close in years.

"I've always known who you were right up to the second I stepped on that ship." I lowered the gun and watched as recognition crossed his face in waves.

"Jack?" His steel gaze softened a little.

"It's me."

"I told you to stay with Imam, he was suppose to look after you. You shouldn't be here." He turned to pick up his goggles and put them back on when I hit the lights.

"You abandoned me! I'm eighteen now Riddick I can do what I want. " He stormed over and violent grabbed my arms bringing me eye level to him.

"They were looking for me, they'll always be looking for me. I'm a fucking murderer Jack not your knight in shining armor." He let go and walked to the door, "You would have just slowed me down." With that said he walked out leaving me to sink to the floor, all alone. Crying was the last thing I wanted to do but it was all I had. Though the real reason why I was crying was because I did it all for him. Learned everything, ran away, trained for him! What was I thinking that maybe when I found him that I could be his sidekick? That I could help him in his escapes? All the years I've wasted on him… probably didn't even think about me, I'm surprised he still remembered my name.