I don't know exactly how it happened, but I woke up in my bed, minus my shoes and hair tie. I was still wearing my black tank top and army fatigue shorts as well as all of my underwear, as far as I could tell without physically checking. I would have gotten out of bed when I woke up, but I was surprisingly comfortable in the spot where Riddick had placed me, so I stayed where I was and just listened to the sounds of everything around me. I could hear the shower running, so I knew where Riddick was, but there was something odd about everything. Riddick never showers in the afternoon, only in the morning. Why is he in the shower in the afternoon?

The water turned off, and a few minutes later, Riddick walked into the room wearing nothing but a towel, and a freakishly tiny one at that. It was just barely big enough to cover his butt and his front at the same time. He looked up at me to find me staring at him with a grin and blush on my face.

"Good morning sleepy head. Nice to see you awake. I was beginning to think that you weren't ever going to wake up." he said to me with a feral grin on his face to combat the grin on my face.

"So I guess you won. How long have I been out?" I said trying to be a good sport about it.

"You have been asleep for nearly an entire day, but uh… I didn't win the fight."

"So I did! I thought for sure when I woke up that you were the one who won."

"No, you didn't win either. It was a draw. We both passed out at the same time, I just woke up before you did."

"Oh, yeah! I guess I forgot about that. If I could have used my weapons, I mean powers, I would have won."

"What kind of weapons do you used?" he asked in so calm of a tone that I forgot that I had corrected myself about the weapons.

"I use swords, blades, shivs, and forcelances. Two of each, one for each hand."

"How interesting. By the way, you corrected yourself when you said weapons, and said powers instead. But it is nice to know that I can get the truth out of you if I really want to." he said matter of factly.

My face turned a deep crimson from embarrassment and anger. If he knew that I had corrected myself, then why did he ask me that question? Better yet, why did I answer? Next thing I know, he'll ask me about my past or family, and I'll just spew out the truth and blow my cover sky high.

"Well hell! If you knew that I had corrected myself, why the fuck did you ask that question?"

"I had to see if you would stick with your little lie. If you had corrected me as well, I would have known that you were lying to me, but I would have respected that you might have wanted to keep a few secrets and left the subject alone." He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek before he got up to leave the room. "By the way, good fight out there yesterday. It's been ages since I've fought without weapons or feeling the need to kill the person that I am fighting. Maybe we could do it again sometime."

"Just as soon as I figure out what went wrong so I can make sure that I win this time and we don't have another draw." I said as I turned over and went back to sleep.

I woke up hours later from a dreamless sleep, but with Riddick's arms draped across my middle and him nuzzling me in the back of my neck in my hair. It was strangely comforting, but I still had to get out of his arms and this bed. I had a strange feeling that there was someone outside waiting for me to come out to them.

I have no idea how I managed to do it, but I maneuvered myself out of Riddick's massive arms, off of the bed, and out of the room without walking him up, as far as I could tell. I had to move his arm off of my middle, crawl over his body and not make a sound as I landed on the floor, and make it out of the room, tiptoeing the entire way out to not make any sounds at all so as not to wake him up. I don't know and I don't care how I did it, I was just glad that I was able to do it and get away without having him follow me out the door.

For telepaths, eerie or strange feelings usually mean troubles on the way, but there is the occasion when it only means a presence one hasn't felt close to in sometime. Knowing full well that it was probably danger, I went outside with one of Riddick's shivs in hand, since I couldn't get to any of my weapons, and his were right there on the night stand next to the bed. The entire time I was outside I prayed that the strange feeling was just one of the old crew members that I hadn't seen since the siege and not danger like I expected it to be.

I made it to the backyard, walking as carefully as I could in pitch black, no shoes, on small, oddly placed stones leading to the backyard and back around to the front of the house in an oddly shaped circle, while I was still half asleep, and still sensing a strange feeling pulling me further back.

(A/N: I have invented my own part of New Mecca - Helion Prime. This part is lush and green, but only the richest of people would be able to live here. So, as it turns out, the house that she overtook belonged to some of the wealthier people, since their yard was greener than most in their neighborhood.)

I came to the furthest part of the backyard where there was almost a forest growing. There were a couple of large trees central to the entire yard, a few bushes covered in flowers of various kinds and colors, and vines growing from each tree to make them almost seem connected. There was a small, secluded area in the back corner that had once contained a gazebo, but it had been torn down years ago. It was easy enough to see from the growth over the concrete slab on the ground.

I came to the concrete slab's edge where the trees and other plants were concentrated at, making that area darker than everywhere else in the yard, and had to change my vision to night-vision mode so I could see who or what it was that had summoned me from my bed. It took a few seconds to focus clearly, but I was able to see the reason I had been summoned so late at night.

There he stood, his back to me, as if he had no fear that I would strike him. He was taller than I, but not as tall as Riddick, he wore dark colored clothing, not Necromunger armor, he was nearly as broad in the chest as Riddick, definitely a close second, and he wore his raven hair in a long mohawk.

As I approached him, with his back still to me, as quiet as a tigress stalking her prey, I stepped on and snapped a twig that sprang under my foot out of nowhere, he turned around, I lost my balance, tripped over a tree root, and fell face first into the overly hard chest and strong arms of…

"DAD!"

He helped me stand on my own two feet, looked me deep in my eyes, and breathed, "Rinha.", as he pulled me into an almost emotional hug.

I pulled away from him, never really having felt that kind of emotion from my father before. Sure I knew that he loved me, I was the only thing in his life he felt deserved to be loved, but he never took me in an emotional embrace before.

"What are you doing here? When did you get back to the planet? You didn't come here just so you could punish me for the way I acted while you were gone, did you?"

"I arrived last night and was told by your mother what has been going on while I was gone, but I've been here at this house for most of the day, just out of view of Riddick, which I see you haven't killed yet, or brought in to Necropolis like you swore you were going to do. I had planned on punishing you for your insubordination, but after seeing what you went through with that fight of your's and Riddick's, I think you've had enough punishment for a while. But I am taking you and Riddick back with me to Necropolis right now, I just thought that you might want to help me bring him in, since you are the one who wants to get revenge on him for Irgun."

"No! You can't!" I said, shocked deeper than my father had been at my defiance.

"What did you say?" putting greater emphasis on the word following the last.

"I said you can't. I won't allow you or your men to take him back to Necropolis."

"You know the Lord Marshal wants his head on a silver platter, or for him to convert. If you interfere with his capture, which might I remind you, you wanted more than anyone only a month ago that you defied MY orders and went after him alone, you will be openly defying the Lord Marshal."

He took me by my shoulders and lowered his tone to convey his seriousness. "Please tell me that you are NOT openly defying him, or else you will be considered a traitor, and I will have to take you in as well as Riddick?"

"How can one defy a man who is too weak and paranoid to rule, that he has to invoke a seer, of sorts, and kill off an entire race of people, just so he can sleep at night, because one day, one of them might kill him?"

"What do you mean, Rinha?" he said staring into my eyes, trying to find the answers to the multitude of questions plaguing his mind.

"The Lord Marshal, which you and the others so blindly follow, doesn't deserve that title bestowed to him or the honor given him. He is weak and he fears Riddick, the only one to survive the onslaught of his people. Lord Marshal only wants him dead or converted because he believes it is the only way to save his life, when in reality, the moment Riddick steps one booted foot on that ship, the Lord Marshal is a dead man."

"It almost sounds like you are trying to save the Lord Marshal from Riddick."

My father's men were still hidden throughout the house and the yard outside, waiting for my father's signal to attack. And unbenounced to me, or my powers, Riddick had woken up, and much to his surprise, I wasn't laying there in his arms asleep. Because I wasn't there and he couldn't hear me moving around in the house, he got out of bed and went looking for me. Still being half asleep, he didn't notice the men hiding in the bushes and darker shadows the house casted in his path. He made his way to the backyard, where he found me talking to Vaako, but remained in the shadows so he could listen to our moonlit conversation.

"No! I want to be the one to bring in Riddick, just like I had planned before," I moved in closer to my father to whisper this part so only he could hear it, "but this time, when I bring him before the Lord Marshal under the 'guise of an offering to him as a loyal servant, when I present him, I will set him free with a weapon, and allow Riddick to kill him. After what the Lord Marshal did to him all those years ago, not only does Riddick deserve this chance for his revenge of his parents murder, but he will finally get the closure on his past that he so desperately needs."

With that, I backed away from my father to allow what I said to sink in, and Riddick left for the house so he could get the small amount of his belongings gathered together. He had decided to stay the night so as not to alarm me to his slight knowledge of things. No! I want to be the one to bring in Riddick, just like I had planned before…

A/N: Sorry for the major delay in updates. I hope that I haven't lost any of my beloved readers. I won't make excuses for the long delay. I got lazy, uninfluenced, and completely distracted by other brilliant stories out there. But now I am feeling that old spark come back for writing this story, so hopefully, it shouldn't take too long now.