Author's Note: I do not own Riddick, more's the pity, however I do promise to return him. At some point in the undisclosed future. With no damages sustained in the time I had him, and his charming personality intact. I did not have any hand in the creation of Pitch Black. I did however create Spook, and the other characters not seen in Pitch Black.

I want to extend my thanks to all who have read Spook, and to all who took the time to tell me what they thought of it. I would also like to formally thank Charis, my esteemed Beta for hitting me upside the head whenever I contemplated doing something stupid with the story.

A particular click, icy cold, metal against metal, echoed through the small room.

"Well, much as I hate to interrupt such a tender moment..." The drawl smirked, the scent of ozone wafting with it towards where Riddick stood, the limp form of the pale, mousy haired girl still in his arms. "Put her down. Shiv with her. You're an animal, you know that?"

The silver eyes stared blankly, shocked, up at the huge man. His hands were gentle as he carefully set the girl on the ground. He spared another moment to brush her hair away from her face.

"Looks like another one you'll be doing time for. Stand up. Slowly! You're worth a shitload to me. Hands behind you." The merc approached. "Too bad you didn't make sure I was dead. Maybe you'd still be runnin' out there." Riddick felt the cold metal touch his skin, felt the crackle of the barrel near his spine. "Sad, really. That little one didn't send the signal." The restraints clicked into place on Riddick's wrists. "The Psi did."