AN: Wow....i'm glad lots of people like my story so far. I'm so happy! ::wipes away tear::

Riddick's Sita- Yeah thats sort of the direction i'm trying to go in. I'm glad you like it. . Oh! And I love your story Tantra. It rocks! Please update it soon!!

Damnable Riddick- No her eyes are green and she has brownish reddish hair. I even asked a few other authors on this website who had written fics with Jack in them and they agreed with me. And the actress that played Jack in the COR movie (Alexa Davalos) has auburn hair and green eyes. Thanks for reviewing though and telling me. Because I wasn't really sure. So I did some digging, as you can see. lol. Oh, and I love your story Tainted Angel. Update it soon please!!!

buecha-Thanks for your suggestion! I am officially inspired. lol. I can ALWAYS use suggestions.

blondevor-Yes it is sad, but so is him leaving her. And even though I do like to believe I always type passionately (lol), for some reason when I added the chapter it screwed it up. But I tried fixing most of it.

Okay peoples.....here it is!!! The third chapter of the literary masterpiece(lol).....::drum roll:: Constant Reminder!!!!

Disclaimer- I own nothing. Don't remind me.....::sobs::

RECAP

Jack pushed him off and he let her. She stood proudly and turned away from him, facing the window. She hugged her thin frame, as if warding off chills.

"A favor?" she said softly. "You deserted me....left me here.....just so I wouldn't risk getting killed.....and you want me to consider it.....a favor?" she turned to him, her eyes held anger and an underlying sadness.

"I would rather have fucking been killed." she said coldly.

END RECAP

Riddick felt bad. Hell, he felt like shit. This isn't exactly how he imagined their meeting to be like. Of course, he didn't expect Jack to turn to cutting while he was gone. He sat down on her bed as she turned back to the window, pretending to be interested in the moons.

She could care less about the moons. She had studied them plenty over the years she was waiting for Riddick to come for her. Now he was here, sitting on her bed, and she was still looking out at those moons. She wanted to study Riddick now. She was tired of the moons. But still, she stared at those moons as if Riddick weren't there.

"Jack," Riddick said, breaking her out of her reverie. "You were way too young to be dragging across galaxies. I wanted you to have a normal life."

"Who the hell are you to decide what type of life I lead!?!" she seethed.

"Richard B. Riddick; escaped convict and murderer." he quipped, "Also the man you saved your ass back on that god forsaken rock."

Jack stayed silent. Riddick cocked his head. "You can stand there for hours and think of why you hate me. But thats not going to accomplish anything except giving you a headache." he told her.

"Well what the hell am I suppose to do?!?" she yelled in frustration, not really knowing how to handle him coming back so suddenly after all these years. Riddick smirked at all the thoughts that ran rampant through his head at her saying that. He could think of quite a few things she could do. Stay focused....stay focused. But somehow all he could focus on was a certain perfectly shaped ass in front of him. Thats a damn fine ass you got there Jack.

What are you thinking....this is Jack! That scrawny little kid who was always nearly getting killed

Yep thats Jack. And she sure did turn out nice.

"Well it depends.....when does the sun come up on this planet?" he asked, although his thoughts were elsewhere.

"A few hours....why?"

"Than for now....you can stop being all pissy and go back to sleep." he told her, standing and opening the door out of her room. Jack turned at the sound of her door opening.

"Where are you going?" she asked nervously, afraid he might run again. Riddick walked out the door, not turning as he answered.

"Coffee." was all he said, shutting the door behind him.

There was no way Jack was going to be going back to sleep. She sat cross-legged on her bed, fingering her shiv.

'I can't do this....He's back. I shouldn't need to. And I was not being pissy!' she thought, trying to sift through the flood of emotions she was feeling right now.

She bit her lip.

Things weren't supposed to be this way when he came back. Riddick was supposed to come for her and take her away with him. He wasn't supposed to find out about what she's been hiding the past few months until much later.

But he did find out. How was she supposed to explain it all? What was she supposed to tell him? That she had been dicing up her arms because she missed him? He wouldn't understand that! She pulled her legs up to her chest, feeling more like a lost little girl than a grown woman.

Everything was conflicted and messed up now. Jack was falling apart from it all. She didn't know if she should angry at Riddick for not coming back sooner, or if she should just forget he ever left. 'No....I can't forget. I was in pain far too long to just forget.'

She picked up the shiv.

I walked quietly down the hall into the rest of the house, investigating the place Jack had lived for the past five years. I needed something to get my mind off my current problem. On the walls were pictures of Jack, so that didn't really help. I still can't believe what she did. Why the hell would she cut herself? And who the fuck is this guy she was talking about?

Whoever he is...he's dead. He was dead the minute he touched her. God, this wasn't supposed to fucking happen. She wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be a gangly kid who was happy that I let her have a normal life.

You stupid fuck...you knew she was going to be pissed as hell.

But I didn't think she would have been cutting herself.

Riddick rummaged in the kitchen cabinets trying to find the coffee. He was in serious need of caffiene right now. Couldn't find it anywhere. 'Come to think of it...there isn't a coffee pot in here.'

Riddick growled in annoyance and went down the hall to ask Jack if this fucking planet had ever even heard of coffee. He opened her door without knocking. The sight that he met nearly made his heart stop.

She was sitting on her bed, cross-legged. The shiv was in her hand and she was dragging it across her arm over and over. As if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. Her head was down as if she was concentrating, and her face was pale. She looked tortured; dead. Her eyes had a vacant look. Drops of blood were rising to the surface of her broken skin, melting together and flowing down her arm in rivulets of red.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" a deep voice demanded from the doorway.

Jack jumped. Her head shot up in suprise and mortification at being caught. She saw Riddick in the doorway, standing there in shock and anger.

Oh yeah....she was in deep shit.

Tell me what you think! Actually, tell me if they sound out of character. I've been struggling with that. Especially with Riddick. It's hard to think of what his thoughts would be on this whole cutting thing.

-AngelsTears15