(Disclaimer: I own none of the Pitch Black or the COR characters. I wouldn't mind owning Riddick though.) Ok I know I'm in Jack's POV, I'm hoping soon to go into narrative or Riddick's POV. Tell me what sounds better or if I should do both.

I never thought my past would come back and haunt me like it has. I looked at Riddick with sorrow and hate.

"What's wrong?" Riddick asked looking at me with questioned eyes.

"6 years ago I ran away from something, something that should have killed me and taken my father." I turned my head to my right looking at his floor. I wiped my eyes trying to think of what I should say. If I should tell him what I was and the dream I had. "Riddick, this armada of dark soldiers came to the planet my dad an I lived on 6 years ago, they were gonna kill me and take him as a captive; but instead he was killed and I had a stream of luck and got off the planet getting a spot on the Hunter Gratzner." I looked back at him as his eyes left my face and went to the door of the room. "They want to know what happened and how I got away. These soldiers kill or kidnap every adult on the planet and kill the children." I broke down and fell against Riddick I was so weak.

"It's ok. I'm here." Riddick held me; my head lay against his chest. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart. My sobs muffled by his chest.

"What am I gonna do?" I looked up from his chest to his face. He dried my tears and gave me something I've never seen from him before. He gave me a smile. I knew he would never cry, not even if I died in his arms or by his hands; but a smile was good enough not like I was gonna die soon. "Riddick?" I asked biting my lip. "What is a Hero?" Riddick's eyes got dark and he pushed me away. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked trying to choose my words carefully. "I dreamed of a man like you, when I was little. A man, a Furyan man that would come and save me from a horrible fate." I chuckled and made a quick smile. "Of course I was 8 and wanted a prince on a white horse like in the stories. Sad thing is…horses are extinct." Riddick picked up his duffel, grabbed my hand and guided me out the door; me almost missing the strap of my duffel as he pulled me.

Riddick sat at the controls of the skiff he 'borrowed' and stared at me with his magnificent bright eyes. The skiff much like the emergency skiff he, Imam, and I rode off the planet in.

"I miss Imam." I wanted to cry but didn't want Riddick to think me weak. Who am I kidding? I was weak I wanted to cry and I would cry if he thought me weak or not. "Dunno what to feel anymore. Do I feel sad or angry? Maybe I just feel bad. Or like I'm gonna be sick!" My face turned green and Riddick's eyes widened and I ran for the back of the skiff barley making it to the small little plastic bag full of paper and stuff to suck up puke. I slowly walked back to my seat beside Riddick holding my stomach. "I don't know what to do or what to feel. I just don't know." I thought a moment. "How can I get eyes like those?"

"You gotta kill a few people." Riddick replied still watching me.

"And get sent to a slam where they tell ya you'll never see the light of day again." I turned my head to my right and looked at the floor. "Have you ever heard of the name 'Irgun'?"

"Irgun?" He asked with a hint of question in his voice.

"I had a dream. You fought a man named Irgun and killed him while being watched by the dead." I knew he thought me crazy, but at the time little did I know that Riddick was too fight this man, and that every dream I had, had that day would come true. "I also dreamed you saved me from a burning wall of fire; and killed the leader of a great legion vast." I bit my lip to hold in my excitement that seeped out of my body like water in a dam full of cracks.

"I'm no hero." Riddick looked over at me from his gaze outside the skiff. I stood up and took the two or three steps to his seat and set my hands on his shoulders.

"You're my hero." I wrapped my arms as tight as I could around his neck as I felt something I had never felt before. It was familiar in a way but new too. It was love, true love, but not from me; it was to me. Riddick had hugged that day like he had never hugged me or anyone ever before, and I wasn't soon to forget it. I loosened my grip with one question in my mind. "How did you learn to fly? I know you're not a man to open up, but I love you and I would never betray you; and somewhere deep in that 'black' heart of yours you know that." I returned to my seat.

"I spent two years in the military on Star 9 in the Igneon system. I was a fighter pilot." Riddick told staring at the stars in the great black beyond.

"Oh. So that's how you learned most of your flight skills. Please, tell me why on your last mission did you kill all 500 of you're platoon?"

AN: Ok I know, I know it was short. I've run into a small block in my road, but I've been doin some reading and I hope to finish and post chp 5 soon; that is if I get enough reviews. So those of you who read this fic and don't reviewwaves finger naughty you. Plz R&R.:)