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

He tied it together so it would hold as he sowed it together it made me sick I had to carefully rush back to my room and into the bathroom without him knowing I saw his leg. I wiped my mouth off with a towel and walked back to my bed, letting myself fall.

"What could have happened this time, did it happen at work or did he get into another bar fight?" I looked at the ceiling wondering why he spent most of his time and 'work' when he should be here with me. My eyes filled with tears as they fell down my cheeks and pooling in my ears. He should tell me why he was late and why he's hurt so badly, he really shouldn't keep secrets from me. I love him and he loves me, of course he is still Riddick; a man so fierce he escaped Butcher Bay without so much as a bruise. I slept all day, maybe he came home then left again, but why would he do that when he knows I'm here sick? The sound of his boots hitting the floor grew louder, but they were different, as if he had a limp. I positioned myself so that I sat against the wall at the head of my bed. I didn't make much of an effort to cover up, I wasn't cold and I wore a pair of sweats and a white spaghetti strap tank top that barley even reached the top of my sweats. A knock came to my door.

"Come in Riddick." I shouted at the door. He walked in acting as though he'd never been hurt. "How was your day?" I asked curious if he was to tell of his leg.

"Ok. I thought about you all day." He came and sat on my bed next to me.

"I noticed you had bit of a limp you ok?" he gave me a solemn look. "Riddick?"

"We have to leave."

"Why?" I sat up in the bed starting to stress.

"Mercs were lurking around."

"They found us? How could that be, we covered our track farley well."

"Get your stuff together, we leave in an hour." I looked around and smiled. He stood up and walked out the door heading to his room. I feebly got up and gathered all my stuff. I didn't have much. I had everything I needed. I had a roof over my head 2 good pairs of jeans 3 good T's, a foldable bed, and last but not least a friend. I shoved my belongings in the black duffel and weakly walked into the hall taking a left to Riddick's room instead of the right to the living room.

"Riddick…" I stood in the door way of his room with my duffel behind me. "Do you really love me, or am I just someone to use and blow off?" I walked towards him weakly and slowly as he turned around. His bright eyes gave me a look I'd never seen from him before. He took my hands and looked right at me.

"The mercs aren't on my tail."

"Then why are they here?" I asked confused and in pain.

"They came looking for you."

AN: sorry about the short chp. I thought a surprise was a good ending. Hope you liked it.:)