Author's note: Riddick still does not share my bed therefore I do not own him. I know it's sad isn't it? I also do not own the songs that will appear.

Girlofcherrys asked what the songs were so here is a list in order of appearance:

Ch.1 – Coffin Builder by Demon Hunter

Ch.2 – Toxic by Britney Spears (I really don't like her but the lyrics matched), Escape by Hoobastank, 2000 Light Years From Home by The Rolling Stones.

Twitch in my eye, yes Fives is alive, that's all I'm going to give away right now. You'll have to read this chapter to find out.

Again thank you to all that have read and reviewed! It is very much appreciated.

Chapter 3: The Light That Guides Us Home

I can't believe so much has changed
My old neighborhood
It's not the same

It's like
It's like I never lived there

Tiny sand storms swirled as the skiff touched down. The private dock allowed them entry to the city with few questions. Riddick was grateful that he had decided to have the foresight in renting this dock. The edge of New Mecca could be seen, its light pillars basking everything in an amber glow.

Riddick sighed and shook his head. It had been five years since he left this planet. He swiveled in the pilot's chair and looked towards Kyra. Five years since I left her, he thought. In one fluid movement he was up and by her side.

"You remember the way home?" The rumble in his voice was soft.

"Did you think I would forget?" She didn't bother turning to face him. Her long legs brought her to the door of the skiff. "I'm not you," she whispered before calling to Fives and punching in the door's code.

His goggles hid the slight hurt that flashed in his eyes. "Jack," he whispered to himself.

"Kyra," Riddick turned facing the Guv. "You mean Kyra."

"Yea, that's exactly what I mean," the grit in his voice made it perfectly clear that he was annoyed.

"I know you have a history," his light accent helped to hide the nervousness. He ran a hand through is hair before continuing. "She's been with me for three years in that sweltering hell, she's got an animal in her and any idiot can tell. But she's also still got something not many of us convicts have."

Riddick stared at the man taking in what he said before asking, "And what's that?"

"The ability to trust and hope," The Guv looked over Riddick while he chuckled at the notion of Kyra being able to trust. "You may not think so but she does."

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Kyra sat on the sand swept floor of the dock, the cool stone of the building against her back. Fives had decided to pace around the ship, fully enjoying stretching his legs after the weeks' travel from Crematoria. The tiny tornadoes of sand that each strong wind produced intrigued him immensely, and at the moment of Riddick's appearance he found himself pouncing from one sand spiral to the next. A broad smile crossed Kyra's face as Riddick raised his eyebrow.

"He's never been outside before," Her voice was amused, almost happy but he could still detect a hint of exhaustion.

"You think daddy will let you keep him?" He held out his hand to help her up and was surprised when she took it.

She shrugged, turning away from him and walking towards where Fives had found something interesting. Riddick watched as she moved and wiped the sand from that perfectly round…whoa, he thought, where the hell did that come from?

Riddick shook the thoughts from his mind and strolled across the dock to Kyra and Fives. Her slender hand caressed the armor like skin between the animals' ears. The mercurial gaze of the beast was clouded with pleasure as it nuzzled its head into her chest. Riddick battled with the muscles near his lips as the corners threatened to turn upward. He watched the scene intently for a few moments before realizing that Kyra was talking.

"…grab some food and leave him in the ship. I'll check on him everyday, I just don't know how he'll act around people. He still hasn't taken to Guv." Riddick nodded his approval of her plan and crouched down absent mindedly stroking the animals back.

"What do you want to do about him?" Kyra cocked her head toward the ship, implying the third convict in their troop.

"He ain't family" Kyra nodded in agreement, a slight smile tugging at her full lips at his choice of words. "And Fives ain't gonna like sharing a room with him."

"So I'll be needing to find a room," The Guv took a long breath of free air, "then I'll be hitching a ride on a transport and head towards Thalion 2."

Fives turned his head toward the convict, letting out a snort before getting up and occupying himself with pouncing on sand swirls again. Kyra eyed the man before getting up. He had helped her learn the ropes of slam until she managed to climb the ladder of convict hierarchy. She had trusted him as much as her animal would let her, but Riddick was right he wasn't family. One day he might be but right now not a chance. If it came down to him and family, well he was expendable. She wondered how just being back in Riddick's presence for only a week got her thinking about family. One fucked up dysfunctional family girlie, she thought another smile threatening to appear, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"I hope you find her," She swept her curly locks up into a ponytail as she spoke to him. "Three years together and I hope I don't have to see you again."

"Aye girl! Was I that bad?" The full smile that exploded across his face made him look years younger. "I know it's not convict like but…" His voice trailed off as he embraced her. "My daughter should be about your age, I hope she's half as beautiful and smart as you." The whispered words barely made it to Riddick's ears.

Pulling away only slightly, Kyra smiled. Imam was the only man she would call father, but the Guv was almost a step dad. Maybe he wasn't expendable, Definitely dysfunctional Kyra.

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They waited till New Mecca was engulfed in darkness. The light harvesting pillars never allowed the planet to be completely dark but the two improvised. Riddick allowed Kyra to guide him through the streets. He hadn't forgotten the way but she seemed to remember certain alley ways that he would have passed over. The normal walk from the docks to Imam's house was only twenty minutes, keeping to the back ways and shadows had added an extra fifteen minutes. Finally, they arrived in the alley across from the house. All the lights were off, which made Kyra slightly nervous. Dreadful thoughts of Imam moving away or mercs coming for information flooded into her. Riddick caught the slight change in her smell. He hesitated a moment before brushing her hand causing her to look back. She gazed at the silver pools and sighed, frustrated that he could smell her emotions.

"He's there." Is all the gruff voice said before taking her hand and leading her across the street.

Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home

Imam had ushered them in quickly and lead them to his study. Hurriedly he closed the shutters, double checking that no one was watching the house. Finally when he was convinced that all was in place he turned to them.

"Jack," he whispered as tears came to his eyes. For the second time in one day, she was embraced. But unlike the last time Kyra felt like she was home. That this small show of affection held nothing but pure love. A father's love.

Kyra stood almost frozen. Imam's strong supporting arms held her tight. Smelling the salt from his tears, she reached down inside her for the humanity she knew was there. This man had been her father for two years before she had left him with no explanation. Her well muscled arms crept up to return the embrace. At that moment Kyra realized that he had mourned her like a daughter. These past four years he had never forgotten her and continued to love her. A single tear slid down her dirty cheek, leaving a trail of fresh skin. "Baba…" It was little more than a whisper but it echoed through both their hearts.

Riddick stood back and watched as Kyra hesitantly allowed her arms to circle the man's body. He could smell the tears that silently poured from Imam's eyes. The question that he had wanted to ask the Holy Man was now answered. Imam hadn't let Jack leave and it had broken his heart when she did. A wave of guilt washed over him as he watched the scene unfold. It was his fault that she had left, his fault that all their hearts were cracked. His only salvation was that he had brought her back. But for how long? Riddick's thoughts interjected, Mercs will be on your asses sooner than later. The goggle clad convict stopped himself before his chest emitted a low growl.

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Kyra was more than surprised when Imam had shown them to her old room. After four years, he had kept it the same. Hesitantly she ran her fingers over the old wood desk. Every paper or knick knack had remained in the exact place she had left it. The room gave her an eerie feeling; it was too much like a shrine to her. She strode to the balcony that overlooked the inner garden as Imam and Riddick exchanged hushed words. If she wanted she could hear what they were saying about her but she chose to tune it out as she took in the sight of her old "stomping" ground. Silently, Kyra hopped onto the stone railing and scaled the vines to the roof. This place had been her sanctum from the moment she had arrived on Helion Prime six years ago. From here she could see most of New Mecca stretched out in front of her.

"You used to try to watch for me from here," His voice was flat from lack of sleep.

"Mmhmm," the night breeze swept a few stray curls from her back, "I convinced myself that I was stealthy enough for you to not notice."

"Had to notice everything 'specially coming back from a job."

"I know," Taking one last look at the sleeping city, Kyra turned and walked to the edge that led to her room. She paused at Riddick's side; she wanted so many things at that moment. She wanted to scream at him, to embrace him, to kiss him, but more than anything she wanted with Riddick she really wanted a shower. "I'm gonna shower, I'll take first watch if you want after that?"

"Don't worry about it."

She waited another minute to see if he would elaborate. When he didn't, she sighed and prepared to climb down into the room.

"Race you."

Kyra grinned before she turned to face him. "Come again?" Her lifted eyebrow was all he needed to know she was ready to have a little fun. Without him noticing, she placed herself on the edge of the roof. She'd be damned if she was going to let him win on her territory, well she'd be damned if she didn't put up a decent fight. "Rules."

"Simple. First to the bathroom door gets the shower." A quick growl escaped his lips as she nodded. "Ready?"

Riddick could see that the cat was already semi loose. He watched her as she smiled and pushed off of the edge into a perfect backflip. "Go!" She shouted on the way down. Without needing to look Riddick jumped from the opposite edge of the roof, his strong arms caught the ledge of the window. He could hear Kyra climbing down the storm pipe. Imam never locked the windows believing the alarm system was protection enough. Climbing through the window, Riddick turned the shower on and opened the door, just as Kyra approached.

"Looks like I get it first, kid." The glare he received was almost enough to make him give her the shower. Almost. Kyra shrugged as she stretched her arms above her head, exposing her toned stomach. Mercury moons wandered down to the exposed skin.

"I've waited atleast three years for a long, hot shower." The words rolled from her lips and Riddick found himself completely lost. "What's a few more minutes?" With that she turned and walked toward the desk and her old computer.

Riddick shook his head, his would definetly be a cold shower now. But he still couldn't resist fucking with her head. "Well Princess, you can take your long shower." He said as he began to shut the door, "But who says it'll be hot?"

Kyra growled out his name as the door clicked shut.