A/N: Still don't own Riddick nor anything else except Hanna; but as I said: I don't really own her either. This is one of my longest chapters so far...So, enjoy!


"Riddick! He-elp!" Hanna shouted, clutching her shoulder. How stupid she had been, walking into the dark without a light. She was breathing heavily, looking down at the killed creature. Her shoulder was wounded, and blood was dripping from a cut across her cheek. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

"Hanna?" Came Riddick's voice, a light flashing around. Suddenly she was blinded; Riddick's light hitting her eyes.

"Lower the light, you idiot," She hissed, her hand instinctively going up to her forehead, trying to shield her eyes from the blinding light. Although a soft scream of pain escaped her mouth as she moved her shoulder, the deep cut in her shoulder tightening as the shoulder moved. She was sitting on the ground, mostly because of the fact that her foot had been injured as well, and sitting on the ground might give her less of a chance to get eaten.

"Hanna…What the fuck happened?" Riddick asked, running towards where he could see Hanna. Her left hand clutched over her right shoulder, her breath coming out quickly, like she had been running. "Don't worry; I'll get you out…" He said, lifting Hanna up in his arms. "You're stupid, you know that?" He asked, grinning; although not amused this time. It was a serious grin, like he knew just how lucky she was to have survived.

"Blond, not stupid, Riddick…" Was Hanna's reply, before she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "You don't have to carry me…Drag me instead, I deserve it…"

"The name is Richard," He said, causing Hanna to open her eyes. Her eyes were stating the unasked question. 'What!' could be read in them, written with disbelief. "Just think it's stupid. I go around calling you by your first name, and you call me by my last… Why not my first name?" He asked

"Well… I would gladly have done so, if it wasn't for the fact that the last guy to call you that, you chopped into pieces, Rid—Richard," Hanna replied closing her eyes again. "But if you want me to call you that, I will…But, my offers still stand that you can put me down and drag me…"

Riddick laughed, "No need, we're already at the ship," He said. They had been at the planet for two days now, mostly exploring and figuring out the best escape routes if anything should happen to go wrong. Sleeping had been tough, as there was only night once in 22 years. But they had managed, Hanna putting on the goggles and wrapping her face in blankets, except for her nose and mouth; Riddick by putting on the goggles and burying his face in a pillow.

"That was fast…" Hanna mumbled, she hadn't even noticed Riddick put on the goggles. Chances were he hadn't; after all, he had both his arms holding her up. But had he been wearing them all along? She couldn't remember, but had the sense not to open her eyes. The light would almost blind her.

"Time travels quickly, when you're having fun…" He joked, laying her down on one of the two beds they had managed to cram into the ship. He rolled up her pant leg, getting a sharp intake of breath from Hanna, her face was blank, but she was clearly in pain. "Don't worry… I won't hurt you. The creature already did that job well enough. Might I ask what made you be as 'blond' as to walk into the dark without a light?" He asked, getting some bandages and wrapping it around her foot.

"Adventure. Challenge. Danger." Hanna said, grinning stupidly at him; yet at the same time pained. "All the normal reasons to go into an abandoned ship filled with creatures that lurk in the dark, just waiting to rip you limb from limb,"

Riddick snorted, putting a salve on her shoulder now; the bandages already ready. "Or in other words; blondness and stupidity," He said, gently fixing her shoulder.

"Those are the same things,"

"You want your arm fixed, or cut off?"

"Fixed, please, Richard," Was the quick reply. Laying on the bed with a cut in one shoulder, and her foot successfully placed out of action, didn't give her much of an advantage to get a blade quickly and hold it towards him before he could cut her arm off. Doubtful he would do such a thing, but one can never know.

Riddick didn't reply, and fixed the rest of her cuts in silence. Hanna didn't say anything either, the explanation of why there was no conversation between the two, might be to the fact that Hanna had managed to fall asleep. Her head was resting on the pillow, her breath coming out slow and steady. Not as heavy and quickly as it had been before. He smiled, seating himself down on his own bed.

He didn't know why he was so nice to her, was it the fact that she was Kyra's sister? Or did he feel something towards her? He grinned to himself at the thought. She was beautiful, strong, stubborn, and a bit like him, yes. But, he didn't think of her as more than a friend. Did he?

"Good night, Hanna…" He muttered, watching her smile in her sleep, before fixing something with the controls, making the ship go dark; and he rested his head on his own pillow.


"Ricky! Oh, Ricky! I have breakfast or lunch or dinner. I don't know, because I haven't a clue what time it is…"

Riddick groaned, turning his back to what could only be Hanna.

"Fine, be that way you ungrateful brute. Ignore the fact that fixing food is very hard with a wounded shoulder, that I had to hobble around in the –ehkitchen with help from a stick because my foot is wrapped in bandages "

"Do you ever shut up? Just answer me, do you ever just close your mouth and think 'Maybe I should shut up before Riddick takes a knife and cuts my neck'?" Riddick asked, sitting up on the bed and looking at Hanna sleepily; although to her, he could have looked at her dreamily for all she knew, his eyes were of course concealed by the goggles.

"Glad you changed your mind," Chirped Hanna, handing him a plate filled with food. "And yes, that thought occurs to me once in a blue moon…" She added to his question, biting into a piece of toast herself. "Want some water, Ricky?" She asked, offering him a bottle of water.

"Don't call me that. Richard is okay, but Ricky is going too far, sweetheart," Riddick said, biting into his toast. "Hey, this is really good. Beautiful and a great cook…Next thing y'know, you'll be telling me you can handle kids." He added, taking the water bottle.

"Kids aren't the problem, it's often the parents I face trouble with. They don't appeal to the thought of having a babysitter who can slice them in half in a matter of seconds," Hanna replied, smirking as she took a sip of her own water bottle. "But alright, I won't call you Ricky again…"

Riddick grinned his amused smile. 'I've seen that a lot these days,' Hanna thought distractedly, 'and it's a nice grin too,'

"Get off your high horse there, sweetheart. Because it's soon night time,"