A/N: Riddick's dream sequence has a rape scene in it, so you can skip over it if you feel the need, I won't be offended.

When I finally woke up the next morning, I was wrapped up in Riddick's arms, and there was no way in hell that I was going to move right then. I couldn't remember why I was there, but I didn't care. I was comfortable, warm, and I felt safer than I had in weeks. And the best part of the entire thing was, I was laying on his big, broad, bare chest, and he was only wearing a pair of ass tight, boxer briefs. He woke up just a little bit after me, but didn't say anything just in case I had still been asleep. Once I started making little circles on his chest that tickled the crap out of him, he grabbed my wrist to make me stop.

"How did you sleep last night?" believing he already knew the answer.

"Fine. It was the best sleep I've had in a long time. Why?"

"What do you mean fine? I spent the better part of very early this morning trying to calm you down after that nightmare you had! Best sleep you've ever had my ass."

"What nightmare?"

"Whatever nightmare that caused you to thrash about in the middle of it and wake up screaming at the top of your lungs."

"I swear I don't… Scratch that, I do remember. I am so sorry about that. Did I hurt you? I mean, did I hit you?"

"No, you didn't hurt me, but you did hit me all over. But, I'll forgive you if you tell me about the dream."

"I was Jack, she was looking for you and Imam, but she only ever found Imam. It was during the siege. I saw everything that she had to go through, and then at the end of the dream, it was me, and I was told that from now on, I would experience your worst fears and nightmares if I don't get away from you."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'll deal with it, I can't get away from you until the Necros leave this planet, because until then, you are in some serious danger. I'll just have to try to not wake you up every night that I have a nightmare."

"Well, if you are willing to put up with nightmares to keep me safe every night, then the least I can do is help you go back to sleep when you wake up from them. I just hope that in every one you don't nearly die. That would be a horrible thing to have to experience every night."

By the time he made it to the end of his little speech, I had already fallen back asleep on his chest. The sound of his voice through his chest is also very soothing. He looked down at me laying there asleep, brushed the hair out of my face so he could see me, and just watched me sleep for the rest of the morning and a little into the afternoon. Neither of us had anything to do that day, so there was no urgency to get up out of bed when we were both so comfortable just laying there.

I probably could have slept for the rest of the day there with Riddick, but neither of us had eaten in close to fourteen hours, so when his stomach growled, it sounded like a lion growling in my ear, I woke up and allowed him to get up so he could take care of his needs. I fell back asleep for only a short amount of time, because whatever he was making in there, smelled divine, and caused my stomach to growl just as loudly, but with more force than his had. I forced myself out of the bed and into the kitchen to see what he was making. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

"Need any help, or do you have some secret to your recipe that you don't want me to find out?" I said as I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, without even thinking about it.

"You can set the table, after you clean it off, and butter some toast. Our afternoon breakfast is almost ready."

I did as he told me to, not that I was used to taking orders from anyone other than my father, but having been a soldier did make it easier to accept his authority in this one moment in time. I threw my hair up in some weird configuration to keep it out of my face while I was doing everything, and as a way to piss Riddick off. He had told me once after the first week he was around, that he thought that I looked better with my hair down and all messed up since he had only ever really seen my hair up and neatly combed. This time he got a mixture of the two, my hair was up, but I hadn't combed it so it looked like it had been curled.

As I got the table cleaned off, set, and the toast placed on it, Riddick came up behind me with the rest of the food, and as he placed it down on the table, he kissed me on the back of my neck.

"Are you trying to start something?"

"No. That was just a good morning. If I were trying to start something, I would turn you around," he did, "pick you up and wrap your legs around my waist," he did that as well, "and kiss you in every spot that I know would send you over the edge with passion as I drug you into the bedroom and had my way with you." He put me down and sat down himself so he could get something to eat, leaving me standing there unsure of what to do.

I don't know how long I stood there, it may have been hours or minutes, but when I did recover, Riddick was working on his second helping, and I had forgotten completely about being hungry. I started doing some last minute things for the table setting just to be having something to do. I got napkins, glasses for either juice, milk, or water, but when I started cleaning the pan before I had anything to eat, Riddick stopped me dead in my tracks.

He came up behind me, put his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear in his sexiest tone, "Did I throw you for a loop, or do you just not like what I made?"

"It was probably the first thing you said, since everything over there looks delicious." I said as I leaned my head back on his chest, finally relaxing again.

"Then why don't you come sit down and have some before it all gets eaten? If you really want to, you can clean that later."

I allowed him to lead me over to the table so I could get something to eat, and he could finish his meal. After he finished his plate off, he got up and allowed me to eat in peace. There was nothing left when I finished, we had both had so much, but it had been just enough to satisfy our appetites and not stuff us to death.

Once I started cleaning off the table, Riddick came back into the kitchen and started helping me. We cleared off the table, did the dishes, and spent the rest of the day avoiding the "pink elephant" sitting in the room with us.

I sat down at the computer and played Solitaire and music while Riddick laid down on the couch listening to the music and relaxing from the cooking and cleaning he had just done. I had been playing the game for a couple of CD's ranging from an hour to an hour and a half in length, when Riddick woke up from his nap. Normally, he would have gone upstairs and started pumping some iron, but, I guess today, he just wanted to relax.

I was deeply immersed in the game when Riddick came up behind me and asked, scarring the shit out of me, "How long have you been playing this?"

I had jumped about three feet in the air from the sudden sound of his voice in my ear when he was supposed to be asleep. "Only since you fell asleep on the couch. Why do you ask?"

"Because, I always see you playing that, but I have never been able to figure out why." he said questionlly.

"Well, in my culture, this game is considered a test of a person's strategical abilities. Those people who master the game are considered for top ranking positions in the hierarchy. I used to play it all the time as a child, but after I left my home world, I quit playing as much. But now, I play it as a way to remember my old home. My father used to tell me, that if I had been tested officially, then I could have one day been chosen to rule."

"What is considered good for that game?" he said into my neck, causing me to have to think even harder, while trying to play the game, answer his question and not fall for his charms.

"Well, 100 seconds or lower is considered the best, but most people can't do that, which is why only the highest scores get chosen. But when I used to play it as a child, when I won the round, I would win in 80 seconds or faster, and now, as you can see, I beat it in around 60-70 seconds as a rule."

"WOW! Well, I'm going upstairs. I suddenly feel like working out some. See you in a few hours."

So Riddick went and did what he usually did, and I decided to get off the computer and went to take a nap in the room. After staring at the computer screen for so long, without really blinking, my eyes burned so bad, and closing them just made sense.

By the time I woke up, it was pitch black outside, I was freaking out because of a dream I had just had, not a nightmare, and Riddick was standing in the doorway looking as sore as could be. It wasn't as if I could sense it, he was standing there rubbing his shoulders and making strange faces while doing so.

If you have a good imagination, than I'll bet you can guess what was going on in this dream. It was nighttime, there was a bed, Riddick and me. Need I say more?

"Are you alright?" I asked him through yawns.

"I feel like my arms are going to fall off; I think I worked out too long." He sounded so pathetic right then, that I just had to take pity on him.

"Come over here and lay down."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." He gave me a funny look, "Just trust me. And take off your shirt."

"Why?" I just gave him a death glare.

"Right, trust you." He did as he was told, not liking taking orders from a girl, and he was rewarded for his obedience.

Once I got him in the correct position, laying on his stomach, I straddled his waist to be at the correct angle, and he asked, "Shouldn't I be up there, or atleast turned over if what I think is going to happen, is going to happen?"

"Shut up and keep your head down, or I won't give you a shoulder rub to make them feel better." He got a rather sadistic grin on his face, but he didn't say another word so that I would rub his shoulders, just like he had wanted me to do. I had already known that that was what he had been angling for when he said that his arms felt like they were going to fall off, he just hadn't expected me to actually do this.

He had knots all over his shoulders, as well as his back, so it turned into a full back rub, which pleased him to no end. The entire time I was rubbing his shoulders, he made horribly funny moaning and groaning noises when I hit just the right spot, and he faked the noises when I would go somewhere he wanted rubbed, but didn't need it. Every once in a while, I would use my semi-long nails on his back and cause him to flinch from the sudden scrape of my nails. They weren't long enough to cause any damage to his skin, but they did give him goose bumps all over his back.

After a couple of scratches along his sides, and watching him jump around like a fish out of water, I patted his back and went to get off. But as I started to move off of him, I touched his back to help support me as I moved so I wouldn't fall on my face, and realized with a sudden jerk, that he had fallen asleep during that and now he was dreaming. Because I touched him, I got a glimpse of his dream, but left before I saw too much of it. I went upstairs and decided to pump some iron, but not nearly as much as he did, if I had, my arms really would have fallen off.

I spent a good hour up there, it would have been only a half hour, but it took me longer than I would have guessed to reset the weights for me. Man does he have it heavy. No wonder he has so many knots in his shoulders. He probably adds to them everytime he comes up here. I had just finished my last rep on the last machine, when I heard Riddick yelling for me from downstairs, "Raina! Where are you! Raina!"

"Riddick, calm down, I'm just up here." I looked over the railing of the stairs and could almost see real fear in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Riddick ran up the stairs to me and pulled me close to him before he yelled at me again, "Don't EVER scare me like that again!" and he pulled me closer to him as if he were going to lose me or something.

I pulled away from him just enough so I could breathe correctly and asked the million dollar question, "What do you mean scare you like that again? How did I scare you?"

He couldn't put into words, I could sense that, so he did the only thing that he could think to do to let me know what had happened in his dream… He pulled me into a passionate kiss that nearly knocked us both to the ground.

I saw all of it, the entire dream.

We were in the room at night time, just laying in eachother's arms. It was like it is at night, me laying on his chest, and his arms wrapped around me to keep me close and warm. He looked down at me and started to kiss me, slow and soft at first, but then it became this hot, heavy, passionate kiss. Tongues flying in and out of mouths, hands touching every spot that made the other feel like screaming due to pure ecstasy, and then just when it was getting to the point where he was just about to start taking my clothes off and make love to me, I was pulled out from under him and under Irgun on the other bed in the room.

Riddick tried to get up and go after me, but he had a shiv to his neck and Irgun placed one at my neck and said, "If you even try to come after her, then she's dead, and it will be because of you. Chain him up!" I had been chained up as well, but just to the bed so I couldn't fight back, Riddick was chained like a roped steer at a rodeo, hands and feet tied together.

Anyone who could see the dream could tell that Riddick wanted to do something to save me from this man that he had killed, but feared that I would be killed in the process, so he could do nothing to save me. If he hadn't been scared enough, I was scared as well. I could tell what was going to happen to me, Irgun was planning on rapping me and making Riddick watch the entire thing. As if being rapped isn't enough, having to go through this and being a virgin only made it worse.

Irgun didn't miss a beat, the moment that I was chained down, he got on top of me and ripped off my clothes, as one of his men was sitting on top of Riddick holding his face so he had to look at me and watch what was happening. Irgun pulled out his blade and ran it over my skin to scare Riddick even more, making him think that he wouldn't be able to do anything and I would still die in front of him, and instilling even more fear in me as well. He had it all the way down my body, past my crouch, and lifted it into the air as if he were going to ram it into my body. Just as he had it to the maximum height and I had closed my eyes waiting for him to do what I thought he was going to do, he thrust into me with his dick as he placed his blade back in it's sheath.

"Let her go," he said as I let out a deafening scream, "she had nothing to do with this. I'm the one who killed you, leave her out of this." Irgun looked at Riddick but never really broke his concentration on what he was doing to me and said in an evil voice, "But she has everything to do with this. You took away my life, so now I am taking away something that you wanted. Her and everything that comes with her, including her trust in you."

By this time, I had already fainted in the dream, so I had to hear that part as a bystander in the dream. The rest of the dream consisted of Riddick having to watch as I was being rapped and me unconscious under Irgun, mostly. It was the end that made me realize why Riddick had been so afraid. After everything happened, Irgun took the chains off of me and took me with him as he left the room and the house. Riddick was left there, chained up, unable to do anything but wriggle around trying to get himself free, but ultimately failing.

I woke up from all of this with Riddick bending down over me with a wet rag trying to wake me up. I looked up into his eyes, and belted him one.

"What the hell was that for!" he said rubbing his face where I had hit him.

"That was for making me experience that dream of yours." I punched him again, "And that was for… Making me experience that fucking dream!" I was just so pissed off at him.

That night, I went to bed before him so I could get some sleep before he came in. For the rest of the evening, everytime Riddick touched me, I would catch another glimpse of what happened in the dream, but from a different point of view. I just couldn't take anymore of that dream, not tonight. I had fallen asleep right as my head hit the pillow,and it was a dreamless sleep, or so I thought.

I am on a strange planet, in a strange home, laying on a bed out of breath. I can hear gun shots and ships landing in the background, and someone says, "Just one more push and it should be over!" I push, but can't figure out why, and then I hear a slap and a baby crying, and realize that I have just given birth, but who's the father.

The baby is handed to me, with the umbilical cord still attached, but I can see that it is a bouncing, baby boy. I feel like I should get up and try to help the fight, but when I try to move, my entire body goes limp and so I stay in the bed just holding my son. He looks a little like Riddick with that bald head. But his eyes are different, they are a deep blue, almost sapphire.

A man came in the room where I was and tried to take the baby from me, but I didn't recognize him so I fought as hard as I could to hold onto the baby, but ultimately failed and the man took the baby. However, he didn't get too far because another man, who looked like an older, wiser Riddick, just no silver eyes, clotheslined him as he got to the doorway and knocked him to his ass and brought the baby back to me and tried to get me and the baby out of the house and to a more secure location.

When we got to our hiding place, he asked me, "Have you decided on a name since it is a boy after all?" I looked at him, nodded, and replied, "Richard Borramier Riddick." (A/N: I know it is a corny middle name, but I couldn't think of a better name that started with the letter "B". Please forgive me?) I have to play the part of Riddick's mother! Borramier! Wait! Doesn't Riddick's mother die during the siege? Crap!

The siege continued for what seemed like days, but it didn't touch us here in our little haven. I held Richard in my arms, and Riddick watched the doorway, every once in a while he would look back at us and just smile at his little family. The noise of gun fire and battles finally died down, so Riddick came back away from the door to enjoy some time with his wife and new baby boy.

Suddenly, there were three huge men standing in the doorway and Riddick left our sides to go try to get rid of them, but he failed. After he had killed the second of the three, the third one got Riddick from behind and he fell to the ground, bleeding from a stab wound. His last words were, "Aurora!"

Then I saw him, the Lord Marshal to be. He stridded over to me, grabbed Richard out of my arms, wrapped his still attached umbilical cord around his neck, and stabbed me through the heart, just as I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs, "NO! Richard!"