Riddick heard her crying from the couch. He sighed. He didn't care if she was such a wimp that she cried at the littlest wound. It wasn't even hers. Jack needed to learn to calm down. If she couldn't deal with his wound what was she going to do if she got her own. He had said she could help, but only if she thought she could deal and obviously she couldn't. At least she hadn't broken down in front of him. That could have been awkward.

He sat listening to her. Finally he got annoyed, and got up. His leg almost gave out but he won't let it. He forced himself to walk on heading for Jack's room. As he stopped outside her room, leaned on the door frame, and knocked. Jack jumped off the bed and opened the door.

"What are you doing up? You should be resting," she told him wiping her eyes wildly trying to make it look like she hadn't been crying.

"I'm fine," Riddick said a hand on the door frame standing on one leg.

"Come on in. Please you should sit on the bed I don't want you over working yourself," she told him getting out of his way. He went over and got on the bed. He had been planning to all along but he decided to let her think it was her brilliant idea.

She looked so upset, but he could tell she was trying to be brave about it. That made pride swell up in him. Least he knew he was raising her right. She always tried to hid her feeling but showed them if you looked in the right way.

"You need to stop worrying. What's the rule? You only worry about number one. And who is number one?" he asked her strictly looking up only to see her response.

"You are Riddick," she said a sob sounding in her voice.
"No damn it. To you your number one. Worry about no other before yourself. That is if you want to stay alive," Riddick told her softly.

"But you saved me I owe you everything. I won't be able to want to stay alive if it wasn't for you. So your number one. If I want to live it had to be through or with you or there's not a point to it," she said starting to cry again.

"Yeah that's how it is for now kid. I better get to bed," he said getting up. He went outside the door and shut it behind him. Most likely making Jack wonder if she had said something wrong.

He went to his dark room and sat. The words 'If I want to live it has to be through or with you or there's not a point to it.' He had stayed too long. He knew that now, had known it for a time just ignored it.

The kid needed him. She'd run away from Iman in a second. He needed to be here to keep her in line. The heat had died down since the hell planet, and not as many bounty hunters came looking. The ones that did were desperate. He took them easy. Like the one tonight, a close call but easy in its own sense.

Why the hell did he think he needed to keep her in line? She wasn't his responsibility at all. He didn't have responsibilities to other people. He didn't owe her anything. If anything she owed him. Owed him an hell of a lot at that. Yet he couldn't bring himself to ask her to repay him. Any other chick he would have…but not her. Jack was different for damn reason.

She had idolized him for a while, but that didn't change a thing. That wasn't what was it. She was so like him. It drove him nuts. It was like watching a younger, female and weaker version, of himself running around. Not only that but for some fucked up reason she wasn't scared of him. Nothing he did scared her. Not like other people who stunk of fear. No matter how hard he pushed her he never got anything further then frightened.

She was nothing like the girls he knew, or anyone for that matter. She was something more. Someone that depended on him and if he liked to admit it or not he depended on her a little as well. The girl was trust worthy and honest. Jack was something he'd been looking for.

Well there's nothing I can do
I've been looking for a girl like you