Jack got up the next morning and made some coffee. She had cried herself to sleep around 3 a.m. only 5 and a half hours ago. She hadn't got much sleep, but she felt better for it. She was glad it was Saturday. She didn't think she could bare going to school, and leaving Riddick home alone. He might be able to take care of himself, but he was known for over working a sick body. When she saw him coming out his room fully dressed in long pants and a T-shirt.

She knew exactly what he was planning to do.

"What are you all dressed up for?" she asked starting to make eggs and bacon knowing he would like.

"To work. Don't you think your making a lot of food just for yourself," he said noticing she was making two times more then she needed. Maybe she was hungry, but he knew the more likely situation.

"No your not!" she exclaimed going in front of the door as he walked for it. He knew he could knock her out of the way easily, and so did she, but he didn't.

"Why not?" he asked plainly. She looked up in his goggled eyes concerned.

"Your hurt. Your not going into the mines with the cut on your leg. You could get hurt worse, or attacked or get some nasty dirt on your leg then get it infected. Do you want to risk it?" she asked almost begging him to stay. She gave him the puppy dogs as to go along with it.

"I think I can handle it," he said, "Now move."

"No I won't. You'll have to get through me to get to work," she said putting her hands on the door frame. It was like trying to stop a wrecking ball with paper. He chuckled.

"Kid that's not going to work," he said. Even thought he was laughing she knew he was serious.

"I know, but I have to try. I can't let you go out there and get yourself hurt," she pouted looking at him concerned. She had grown up a lot since 5 years ago, but at times like this it was hard to tell.

"Fine, kid, you win, damn it, I'll stay," he said moving away from the door and he went to sit on the couch.

"Thanks I know you didn't have to listen to me, so I made you breakfast as a thank you. I was going to bring it to you in bed, but the couch will have to work," she said going over and giving him a tray of bacon and eggs.

He started to eat as Jack closed the curtains. The mid after noon sun often came in the windows and she thought it would be better if he didn't have to deal with it. The house got a few shades darker, she didn't mind growing up with Riddick she had grown up in dark and shadows.

Riddick was staring up at her over his breakfast plate. He didn't say a word just stared. He had said what he needed to say for the day or so he thought.

You look at me
You've got nothing left to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance
You won't sing
I just want to love you but you want to wear my ring.