Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Riddick or have him locked away in my basement, I also don't own any of the other PB or COR characters so don't sue me.

Summary: well if u didn't notice…earlier I had two ideas here, I eliminated one and haven't added to it yet…so here's the one I picked, it'll be fixed up later. ;)

Dark Nights

Ch 2

It was Him.

She turned around and chugged down the rest of her drink. She ordered two more then turned around prepared to approach him.

Her eyes darted around the bar. He was gone. 'Don't panic, think.' The black haired one was still there. She took another look around then decided maybe she should get to know her target through him.

She approached the corner table. "Mind if I sit, you look kinda lonely."

He gave her a once over then signalled for her to sit. She sat across from him and pushed one of the drinks his way.

"Come here often?"

He picked up the drink, sniffed it then drank it down, keeping a coal eye on her.

"So what are you guys, the black hooded boy scouts?" She took a sip of her drink.

He put down his drink with a loud thud. He eyed her with a concentrated look. "What do yah want girlie?"

"I want to have a chat with your leader."

"That's me."

"Really? I doubt that."

"Then leave."

"No."

He stood up trying to look threatening. She jumped a little when two large hands wrapped around her shoulders.

"What's going on Drake?" Came that familiar voice.

"Bitch here is causing trouble." HE sat back down.

The hands were removed form her shoulders and Riddick came into her view, moving to sit next to Drake. "What are you looking for?"

"A man who goes by Riddick."

Drake began to laugh a little but it was over exaggerated by his companions stoic expression. "What would a kid like you want with Riddick?"

"That's between me and him."

"And who are you?"

"A friend."

"Riddick has no friends." The bald one chimed in.

"Well then, "She stood up. "If he ever remembers having one let me know." She shifted to move.

"Sit Jack." He commanded.

She stared at the goggled man then to Drake, then slowly sat down.

"Drake leave."

"What?" He stared at Riddick and his question was only met by silence. HE got up and found his way to a short skirted damsel at the bar.

"I thought you said you had no friends."

"I don't." Riddick took a sip of his drink carefully watching Her.

"Hey Blue," The old Blonde stumbled up to the table. "When are we gunna get the bounty we deserve, cause that lady over there said she'd give me whatever hiccup I wanted for a piece a-" Something was pushing against his throat. He looked down and saw Riddicks big paw around his throat. It began to squeeze tighter and the old blonde began top fade into a coma.

"Not the best choice of partners I'd say." Jack watched the man fall to the ground as Riddick sat back across from her.

"What are you doing here Jack?"