AN: I would very much like to thank my one reviewer, you rock. I'll actually put the full response at the bottom, so look for it there. Anyway, I hope the rest of you are enjoying this so far, I am. And now we get to meet the OFC...not her finest hour, perhaps, but we can't all make a smashing entrance.

Disclaimer: If I actually owned the Riddick-verse don't you think I'd be a lot busier cozying up to the star? Yeah. Damn, now I'm sad I don't…

Summary: Three years after the escape from the monsters Riddick's life has changed. He's been given a new life, a new start, a new job. And now his world's about to be turned upside down again by a pair of strange, blue eyes…

Warning: There is a part in this chapter that could be considered some form of citrus...though definition is difficult. Not lemon, not lime, not quite grapefruit because even if you don't like that you can always douse it in sugar. It's more of a...cumquat. Small, odd, vaguely disturbing, you're not sure if you should smile or wince when you're given one and it just seems damn strange that you're not peeling the sucker. That said...there is a reason this is a M rated fic, so you have been warned.

Cerulean Blue

Chapter 2:

Rescue

Riddick slunk slowly through the large warehouse, every sense on alert. This was easy, too damn easy. He'd been a little suspicious when there hadn't been any sentries to bypass, but had figured that there had to be some sort of electronic surveillance. But when he'd scanned for it…nothing. It made him edgy. They had to have someone watching their exterior. You didn't kidnap someone from such a powerful and influential family as the Fallenthorps, someone you were asking five million creds for, and not put up some kind of guard. No, you were damn cautious because someone who could pay that kind of ransom without breaking a sweat was someone who could buy someone like him to make sure they didn't have to.

But so far he'd found nothing. He'd managed to sneak in through a back door, and unguarded back door, without even having to disable an alarm. Okay, that was just stupid…or smart. He couldn't decide which. Perhaps they were trusting the planet they were on to keep them safe, a place where people tended to mind their own business and not go looking for trouble. That was stupid. On a planet full of criminals, sneak thieves and killers you should be doubly cautious with something like this. If anyone had found out just what it was they were doing here, what they were keeping, they'd be up to their asses in trouble. The people around here wouldn't hesitate to try and take her from them in order to get their own ransom. And five million credits was nothing to ignore, people who usually would rather shiv you than look at you would be more than willing to band together for a piece of that pie.

But if there was an alarm then it meant that it was one he couldn't detect, and that was smart. Appear defenseless, put anyone coming in at ease, and then pounce. It was something he might do. Letting the enemy get so far tended to give you a better knowledge about who you were dealing with, just what kind of trouble they could be. And it gave you a chance to find out just who sent them after you.

Riddick was tense as he made his way through the winding maze of the warehouse, trying to decide which one it was. He was planning for smart…but something was telling him deep down that what he was going to get was stupid.

He was leaning more towards 'stupid' as he caught the shimmer of light from around a corner. Okay, this was just getting ridiculous. In a completely darkened warehouse you didn't turn on an unguarded light like that. All it was was a beacon for where you were. Unless it was a trap…

Riddick peaked around the corner, once again thankful for his refractors. In the past such a move would have hurt like hell when the light washed over his unguarded eyes. He would have had to pull down his goggles, but that could prove an impediment in certain cases, like if the lights suddenly went out again and he had to remove them to see perfectly. Sometimes that was hard to do in the middle of a fight, especially if your opponent was suddenly swinging whatever thing they had wildly. But the lenses reacted instantly to the light, protecting his eyes and granting him just as perfect vision.

Okay…definitely leaning towards stupid. Hell, it's a full on slant. Riddick drawled mentally. There, almost directly under the bare bulb, was one of the kidnappers. He was a slightly young man, probably somewhere in his twenties, and kind of scruffy looking. From his coloring and features he could have been from New Mecca or one of the other surrounding towns of Hellion prime that were mostly of Arabic decent. His clothes were mismatched and soiled and Riddick could smell him from here. Apparently he hadn't heard of this miraculous invention called 'soap' yet. He was sitting in a chair, tipped back on its hind legs, reading what looked like a porno rag. Riddick's lips twisted in disgust as the man's hand went down to rub at the bulge in his crotch.

I should just kill the fuck now and spare my eyes.

It was obvious that he was guarding something, or at least was supposed to be. There was a door on the far side of his chair with what looked like an ancient padlock keeping it closed. Shit, where did they get that? I didn't think they even made those pieces of shit anymore. What did they do? Rob an antique store? Considering that there was only one thing in this shithole of a warehouse that was worth anything, it was pretty obvious just what the lonely stick-jockey was sitting in front of.

Riddick had been scanning the surrounding area with every sense he possessed…though his sense of smell was pretty well blocked by the acrid odor wafting off the solitary guard. Still…he didn't hear anyone else, didn't see any sign, didn't feel any vibrations of footsteps or air shifts that would indicate someone coming. And considering the torture his nose was undergoing he sure as hell wasn't going to taste anything. He was considering just how he was going to approach the guard when the tell-tale sound of a descending zipper caught his attention.

Oh, hell no. Riddick had been vaguely aware on the edges of his senses while he scanned the rest of the area that the rubbing on the front of the man's pants had increased. Looked like he was going for broke now. Not only was that a sign that he wasn't expecting anyone to come up on him, meaning there was no one else in the immediate area Riddick had to worry about, but there was no way Riddick was going to suffer through watching that. He'd seen more than enough of that shit in the Slam where so many were driven to their most basic instincts of pleasure and pain. Not that he had anything again Miss Rosy Palm and her five sisters, but he sure as fuck was not going to watch another man dance with them.

Without further ado, Riddick stepped around the corner as calm as you please. The man didn't even look up as the zipper made its way down, his eyes glued to the magazine. Riddick walked towards him, a bemused expression on his face, wondering just when he was going to be noticed. The man didn't seem to have any idea that a murderous, dangerous monster was strolling up to him as he started to fish inside his pants for his little friend. Considering how much fishing he was doing it must have been a very little friend.

It wasn't until Riddick was standing directly in front of him, when his shadow fell over him to be precise, that the man looked up. Riddick saw him freeze for a moment to take him in, working from about waist level visible over the magazine, up, up, up and finally to his face. He saw the man's mud-brown eyes go wide and the blood drain from his face and let a dark smirk touch his face. In the light, because of the refractors, the shine job wasn't evident. But that didn't mean his eyes were any less intimidating, perhaps even more so. The natural color of his eyes was a dark, dark brown that was nearly black. The lenses shading capabilities enhanced that, erasing the lines between iris and pupil, making his eyes seem like one, deep, dark, soulless oblivion. Jack said it made him look evil. Riddick rather liked the effect.

For a moment everything seemed to pause, time at a standstill of shock and fear. And then the man jerked back to life, lurching to his feet and opening his mouth to yell. He never got the chance. Riddick's arm lashed out and his hand caught the guard around the throat, squeezing just enough to keep him from making a sound and pinning him to the wall behind him. The guard's hands were quickly scrabbling and his, trying to release the pressure, to get some kind of air as he hung about an inch above the ground. Then…he twitched.

Riddick blinked once, slowly, hoping against hope that twitch didn't mean what he thought it did. The guard stilled, his eyes rolling down. Reluctantly Riddick let his own follow…and had to fight with everything he had to keep his face blank when he did. Apparently he'd either managed to get his dick out before Riddick loomed or it had slipped out on its own during the very brief fray. And while the man didn't seem to like the prospect of his eminent demise, apparently he was alone in that. Riddick watched in horror as the man's pathetic little stick pulse and throbbed, weeping for joy and jumping as the man twitched again.

Oh. Fuck. No.

Riddick wasn't generally a closed minded individual. Hell, he'd probably seen more perverted shit in his life than the people that made that porn rag this guy had been jacking off to could even dream up. Usually he didn't care what people did to themselves behind closed doors, or even in a dark alley for that matter, but this was crossing a line. He was just going to choke the guy out but the incredulous revulsion that filled him, along with the heterosexual fear of what might happen if he continued to strangle the apparent gasper, called for a change in plan.

With a quick twist of the hand at the man's throat there was a sharp crack as Riddick effectively snapped his neck with one hand. He dropped him quickly, tossing him to the side, just in case, and stared down at the body with a twist of revulsion on his lips. He unconsciously wiped the hand he'd been holding him with on his pants as he turned away from the dead man and his still happy friend. As far as he was concerned, he'd earned his two million right there.

Pushing back thoughts of bleach baths and burning clothes, Riddick turned to the door, digging out a small tool from his pants pocket. It wasn't any longer or wider around than a cigarette, in fact, if it weren't for the matt-black metal of its casing, it could be mistaken for such. He aimed the little tube at the ancient padlock and depressed the barely visible activation button, the small laser-cutter shooting out and making short work of the old metal. Riddick caught the body of the lock as it dropped away to avoid noise, probably more habit than necessary. Considering the guard, he pretty well figured that the answer to his previous question was not just 'stupid' but fell more in the 'brain dead' category. Still, even a stupid fuck could get off a lucky shot.

He removed the rest of the lock and slowly pushed open the door, actually a little surprised that the hinges didn't shriek like a bad horror movie. He paused to see if there was anyone else in the room and once satisfied that there was only one pushed the door the rest of the way open and slipped inside. There, sitting in the middle of the windowless room, tied hand and foot to a chair, was his intended package.

Charlene Miranda Fallenthorp. As much as he didn't fit the knight in shinning armor image, she sure had the princess one down pat. In the dark the shine job tended to take over his color perception, even with the lenses. Mostly he just tended to see a hint of the actual colors in the dark, but thanks to the light from the hallway he could make hers out a bit more. Even with the dim he could tell that she was a fair skinned, blonde haired beauty. Probably had big blue eyes too, but they were hidden behind the swath of dirty cloth they'd blindfolded her with. And even though she was dirty and a little worse for her three weeks of abduction, she still screamed money. Her clothes were expensive, her fingernails, now chipped and dirty, obviously once held a manicure, and her skin was near flawless.

And she'd noticed him.

Riddick's brow furrowed momentarily when he realized that she'd sat straight up and was now craning her sightless head around as though trying to locate just where he was. Now how had she managed that? The door hadn't made any noise as it had opened and he sure as hell hadn't made a sound. Her blindfold was too thick for any light to get through and while he was sure she would have been able to smell the guard from a thousand paces, Riddick actually believed in showers. And yet it was obvious that she'd sensed him somehow.

Riddick took a few, silent steps to her side, but she showed no knowledge of just where in the room he was. He knelt down in front of her and very gently touched her shoulder. She jumped, probably would have jumped right out of the chair if her wrists weren't tied down to the arms and her ankles to the legs with another wrapped around her waist and the back of the chair. Riddick could hear her screech, muffled behind the thick tape they'd wrapped not only over her mouth, but completely around her head, trapping her golden colored hair underneath.

Damn, just what had she said to annoy them so much as to pull that? Tape hurt bad enough when removed only from your mouth, the way they had it here would rip out chunks of hair along with it if you didn't take your time. Then again, considering her father, he figured she'd probably whined and bitched and complained until they'd decided to shut her up. Before becoming an IC he hadn't had a whole lot of contact with the 'upper classes', but what he had since then was more than enough to give him a picture of just what a spoiled little princess could do to annoy you.

Hell, he'd almost killed his charge the first time he took a body guarding job.

"Easy," he rumbled softly to her, feeling her tense under his hand, "easy now Princess. I'm Tracer, and I'm here to take you home."

He felt her relax slightly, but there was still tension in the muscles under his hand. She turned her head towards the sound of his voice and leaned it forward slightly. He thought it was just a regular reaction until he caught her taking delicate sniffs. So, she was trying to see if he was who he said he was or one of the unwashed idiots. Interesting.

"I'm gonna remove the tape from your mouth," he said in the same, near whispered rumble, "but I'm gonna have to cut it first to keep from snatching you bald. Don't go jumping around when you feel the metal, I don't want to nick you."

She seemed to pause slightly and then gave a brief nod. Riddick carefully worked a thin blade between the adhesive tape and her cheek, feeling her go completely still. Well, at least she seemed to have some sense. A lot of people would freak at the feeling of a blade on their skin. Even with the warning he'd given they tended to twitch. But she just held completely and totally still until he'd worked the blade all the way under and then slit the tape. It was the same for the other side.

"Okay," he said, having found in the past that keeping talking tended to keep rescuees from panicking, "I'm going to pull it off quick now. It's gonna hurt, try to keep quiet."

She gave another little nod and he felt her tense again as she braced. He grabbed one end of the tape and gave a sharp tug, ripping it off her face. The woman's lips automatically pressed together, muffling the small squeak that escaped her. After a moment they opened.

"Ooooowwww," she breathed out almost silently. She started working her lips around in a way that would have been comical if Riddick didn't know just how much that had hurt. He watched her tongue flick out and rub against her abused mouth, lingering where there was an obviously split that had broken open when he'd removed the tape. His eyes narrowed as he caught the slight swelling at the corner of her mouth and the blood that was starting to trickle down. The fuckers had clocked her a good one. Damn, she must have really pissed them off. What she whispered next, though, caught him by surprise.

"Those cock-sucking, mother-fucking, two balled bitches!" she whispered furiously. "I don't suppose you could peal my lips off that, I might want them back later."

Riddick blinked and fought off a smirk. Okay, so the Princess had some spunk. And one hell of a dirty mouth. Where the hell had a little socialite like her learned words like that?

Riddick shook his head and reached for her face, taking softly once again. "I'm gonna remove your blindfold now."

He made short work of the dirty cloth and pulled it off. He saw the woman's eyes open and immediately snap closed with a pained grunt, her head turning away from the light. Apparently she'd been blind folded a while if the light from the hallway hurt her eyes. When she started to blink them open, watering against what little light was now assaulting them, her face was only about four inches away from his where he was starting to work on her bindings.

He paused as they blinked open all the way and latched on to his. Damn…he'd been right about them being blue. But the color…Riddick found himself staring at them. With the lenses he could see color, but the richer the color the better he could see it, and her eyes were practically glowing in the dim light. They were a strange, shocking, rich shade of blue that he didn't think he'd ever seen before. He tried to think of the name of the shade as he stared into them, seemingly trapped by their strangeness.

Cerulean…his mind breathed. Huh. How ironic.

He watched as the blue eyes blinked and snapped out of the strange trance. The woman, Charlene, smiled slightly at him, radiating nervousness.

"Umm, hi," she whispered. "So, uh, you are rescuing me, right?"

Riddick blinked for a moment and then scowled as her eyes drifted to the bonds he'd paused at working on. With a mental growl and head shake he went back to it. He got her hands undone and she immediately grasped at her writs, rubbing and shaking them like she was trying to work some life back into them. He cut through the binding at her waist next then moved to her legs. Well, at least she was wearing pants. It would make the escaping easier, that and the fact that he didn't find himself staring up one of those scraps of cloth that seemed to be in fashion under the dubious title of 'skirt'.

"Can you walk?" he asked quietly, staring up at her from where he'd finished cutting through the last of the bond holding her ankle to one leg of the chair.

The woman paused in her rubbing and looked down, not at him, but at her own legs. She bit her lip and shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

Riddick felt an eyebrow twitch up. "Are you hurt?"

She gave him a strange look, like she hadn't expected the question and after a moment shook her head. "No, well, not really. But they've kept me like this for a while. I stopped being able to feel my legs about four hours ago."

Riddick's brow furrowed. Four hours? "How long have you been tied up like this?"

The woman blinked and looked down at her wrist, revealing that the morons had failed to remove her crono. "Uh, well, I guess about ten hours this time. Let's just say that I seriously hope wherever you're taking me has a bathroom."

This time? Well, shit. How many times had they tied her up like this? Maybe they weren't quite as stupid as he'd thought. Tying someone up in a position like this for any length of time impeded the blood flow to the lower extremities and pinched the nerves. It would effectively make the subject's legs useless, making escape all that much harder. The fact that she'd managed to retain any feeling in her legs for the six hours she claimed was something pretty amazing. Most lost feeling after two. He frowned deeper as what else she said sunk in. It was also fuckin' cruel. The process to loosing feeling was painful, getting it back even worse. And they hadn't let her relieve herself in all that time? Granted, the pretty Princess probably hadn't even considered the vile notion of soiling herself. Then again, considering that he was going to have to carry her, he couldn't really bitch about that kind of prissiness.

Riddick took a deep breath and let it out through his nose. Yup, he was going to have to carry her. That long without proper blood flow would take some time to normalize and it would be fucking painful once it started to. He looked her over again, acknowledging details that he'd taken in before but not really paid attention to. Well, she was small, at least there was that. Probably only about five-seven and she looked like she weighted almost nothing. He could probably strap her to his back and almost forget about her. He didn't doubt that he'd carried bags in the past that weighed more than her.

Why the hell is it that these rich bitches think 'starved' is an appealing look? He wondered as he snatched back up one of the longer sections of rope. He turned around and backed up towards her, looking over his shoulder when she failed to move. She was looking down at him with a confused look on her face, one eyebrow arched in question.

"Wrap your arms around my neck and scoot forward as much as you can. I'm gonna have to carry you out of here and I need my arms free."

He saw her brow arch a little higher as something flashed through her eyes that looked vaguely like ironic amusement, but she complied, leaning forward to wrap her arms around him. She missed his neck, though, wrapping them around his shoulders. He was about to say something when he felt her arms tighten around him and her body shift. She was pulling herself forward. He scooted back even further as he felt her useless legs brush on either side of him and soon her front was pressed against his back. He could feel her breathing only a little hard against him, the muscles in her stomach and arms unclenching as she rested and changed his opinion slightly. She was thin, tiny compared to him, but she wasn't a waif. Maybe a little malnourished and dehydrated from her confinement, but there were some muscles under those designer clothes.

He looped the rope over the both of them twice, shifting it so it wrapped around her lower back and under her butt, making something like a cradle, before tying it tight. He used another length of the rope they'd wrapped her up with to tie her knees to each other a little lower so her legs wouldn't flop. He felt her arms shift higher to lightly but firmly loop around his neck and not strangle him. Once he felt she was secure enough he stood up. Huh, she was a little heavier than she looked…must be the muscle. Still, he was right when he thought he'd carried heavier loads than her. While muscle weighed more than fat, she was basically just a slightly bigger feather.

"You ready for this?" he asked, turning his head ever so slightly.

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely," she drawled back and Riddick fought a smile and headed out of the room.

As they made their way down the hall he felt her turn slightly, looking at the thing he was studiously ignoring.

"Did you do that?" she asked in a barely there whisper. Riddick jerked his head once in a nod. "Damn, now that's what I call a stiff." Riddick's jaw clenched as a mixture of surprise at her glib comment in the face of death and the memory of just why he'd killed the bastard.

"What an embarrassing way to be found," she went on in a light, conversational tone. "I suppose they'll have to cremate him. Can't imagine how they'll close the casket."

A growl escaped him before he could stop it. "Do you mind?"

He felt her tense on his back. "Sorry. Defense mechanism. You know, laugh before you cry."

Riddick sighed internally. Well shit. Here she was trying to be a good little rescue and not freak out and he snapped at her. It wasn't all that often he felt sorry for things like that but he had to remind himself just what she'd been through. Probably all of this was terrifying to her. People like her didn't tend to admit the darker parts of life existed much less ever have to deal with them, and she was dealing with it the best she could, trying to make herself laugh instead of breaking down.

"Forget it," he huffed out, trying to gentle his tone. "Just try to stay quiet. I don't know where all these guys are and we don't need them coming down on us."

"Rasha was the only one here," she said, keeping her voice to more of a whisper. He turned his head slightly towards her as he paused in a darkened corner. "The…well, former guard. There were eight others, but they're all off somewhere. Heard them say something about a party going down at the North Light Docks. Said they might as well get some fun in before the bosses showed up tomorrow."

Riddick turned his head a little further, catching a glimpse of slightly dirty, blonde hair spilled over his shoulder. "And they told you this?"

He felt her shrug. "No, I overheard. I don't think they realized I speak that dialect of Arabic."

Interesting. "And these bosses?" he asked, continuing on, keeping one ear tuned to her whispered reply and the rest of his senses on the surrounding area. Whether she was right or not it was better to be aware, but any information she could give him would be useful, especially if there might be some sort of pursuit.

"From what I could get, this was a kidnap for hire," she said, her voice starting to tremble ever so slightly, though with fear, exhaustion, or some other emotion he wasn't quite sure. "They only ever called them 'the bosses', but I got the feeling that they were someone big. Strange, though. My father doesn't have any dealings in the Nepart System. That's where they said the bosses were coming from."

Riddick's jaw clenched. Her father better fuckin' not have any dealing in the Nepart System, or Riddick was going to shiv the bastard himself. The Nepart System was relatively small with only five planets and a dozen or so moons, and of that only three of the planets and half the moons were habitable. But they were an 'owned' system, owned by one of the nastier organized crime syndicates. Every single person, place, and thing in them was under their control. While it was most likely that they had kidnapped the ultra-rich Fallenthorp heir-apparent as a scheme to gain funding it was also possible that it was some sort of retribution for a previous deal gone sideways.

Riddick felt his anger start to churn low in his gut. Her father had said that he wasn't convinced they would return his daughter if paid, and if the Nepart Syndicate was involved then he was probably right. Which meant that he had to know they were involved or at least suspect it. Which meant that he had to have a reason to…and he hadn't even so much as whispered a word of warning to him about it. If he had he might not have taken the job, or at least upped the price. The Nepart were not a type of trouble he wanted to deal with, and certainly not one he wanted to risk bringing back home with him.

His anger silencing him, Riddick finally slipped out of the warehouse and into the darkness of an alley nearby. He wouldn't be able to take the same route as he had to get here, not with him having to carry her, but he'd planned on that anyway. There weren't many people with his strength or agility or stamina and while it was nothing for him to run the rooflines, slip down into alleys, creep along ledges, and even leap silently from one building to another it certainly wasn't something he expected a newly rescued kidnap victim to be able to do, even if their legs were working.

The small moon had set just before he'd entered the warehouse, as planned, and Riddick navigated the nearly pitch black alleys and streets with the ease of a night creature. He could feel his passenger stretching up slightly, her head turning this way and that as she tried to make out the things around her in the dark. Her arms started to tighten slightly as they took one winding turn after another.

"Please tell me you know where we're going," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear in the dark before she pulled back slightly. "Because I can't see a fucking thing."

He chuckled deeply in his chest, feeling her body absorb the vibrations. "Don't tell me you're scared of the dark, Princess," he drawled snidely at her, feeling her stiffen and chuckling again.

"No," she hissed out. "I happen to be a night person. What I'm scared of is getting lost in this god-forsaken place or jumped by a bunch of hooligans with delusions of grandeur while I'm strapped on like a sack of so much flower because my legs don't fucking work!" She paused and drew in a slightly panting breath in her anger. "That, and I'm about to pee my fucking pants from all this jostling, and I don't think that's something either of us want."

While Riddick had to applaud her for her bravado that last little bit made him stiffen. No, definitely not something he wanted. He'd had to deal with enough disgusting things tonight, and he'd never been one for golden showers.

"Can you hold it for fifteen more minutes?" he asked, completely serious in face of the threat to his back. "We're just a couple minutes from my skimmer, and only ten from there to my ship."

He felt her forehead drop to his shoulder and her jaw clench. "Just hurry up and try to walk a little smoother and we may just find out."

Riddick snorted, not appreciating her tone, but moved on in silence. He did, however, try to keep from jostling her more than necessary. He'd lived through a lot of disgusting things in his time, but he'd never actually been peed on. It wasn't an experience he was eager to have.

As good as his word they reached the skimmer in just a couple minutes. Charlene had kept her forehead pressed into his shoulder and her jaw clenched, hopefully concentrating on thoughts of control. He touched the three hidden panels on it to deactivate the security measures and keyed it open. He settled his package on the edge of the passenger seat of the two seater and cut the ties with his shiv. He felt her let go of his neck and turned to help her scoot into a decent position. He strapped her in as she settled back with her head titled, jaw clenched, and eyes squeezed closed. If she could have moved her legs Riddick was willing to bet one of them would be jiggling up and down or crossed over the other.

He settled into his own seat, enabled the crafter and after a quick check of the systems and security reading, made fast time to where his ship was docked. He turned a ten minute trip into a six minute one, not liking the way Charlene's arms were starting to shake as she gripped herself. Either she was at the end of her control or the shock of all of this was starting to set in. Neither was a good thing.

He sent the secured channel code to his ship as he neared and the hatch opened, allowing him to drive right into the bay. He was out and around the other side before the hatch doors had finished closing, the security locks and protocols sounding green. He scooped her out and carried her farther into the ship towards the mess. It was the closest bathroom to the bay. He settled her in there and tried not to take offense when she slapped his hands away as he made to remove her pants for her.

"I can handle that myself," she hissed at him. He stood up and crossed his arms over his chest as she sighed. "Sorry, it's just…just…fuck. I can't pee with you standing there."

Riddick snorted and made his way out, closing the door behind him and shaking his head. Of all the ways he'd had a retrieval go, that was the strangest. Sure they weren't off planet yet, so technically they weren't clear, but it would take a damn army to get into his ship without his say so. Of all the ways that could have gone…

Yep. I definitely earned that two million.

AN: Ah, a day in the life of Riddick. Well, I hope you liked it, just not rotten fruit please, my place is enough of a mess. Please, please review so I know how I'm doing. Like it, hate it, wish to burn it...let me know!

Reviewer Response:

opah: Thanks so much for biting! And I'm glad you like it so far. I had a lot of fun coming up with the IDs and I couldn't help but think that they would be absolutely perfect for him. And you're right, twitterpatted females annoy me. Yes, there will be romance later on, but I can never just jump into that. I hope you still like the fic!