Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick and any of its affiliations, Universal studios does. I do, however, own River.

This is my second Riddick fan-fiction so please R&R, it's great to have feedback so I know what bits you like and which bits I cocked up on.

Chapter One: Leaving

She sat at the dark corner table for a long while, waiting for something distracting to happen so she could leave unnoticed. She pulled the hood further over her face and sat back further into the grimy chair and closed her eyes for a moment, resting them, they'd been watching the bar's contents for some time now. Why was this taking so long? This bar is meant to be notorious for its daily fights. She pulled her gloves up higher onto her arms and kicked her legs up onto the table in front of her. It was going to be a long night.

Riddick sat at the bar ignoring the fight that was breaking out only two feet behind him. This was his first drink in a month and he wasn't going to let anything spoil it. Just as he raised the glass to his lips a man was slammed into the back of him, knocking the drink out of his hand, spilling it on the floor. Sighing wearily, he stood and turned to face the man that just ruined his drink. What the hell? The guy was flat out on the floor at his feet, he must have only been nineteen at the oldest, and five ten at the tallest, the boy was a runt compared to Riddick. I gotta pay more attention to my drink next time. Shaking his head, he picked the kid up and threw him at the man who started the pushing then turned back to the bar to get one last drink before leaving.

River opened her eyes when an argument near the bar fired up. Apparently one guy is a little scared of male contact of any sort, apart from his fist coming in contact with others' faces. Opening her eyes, she glanced over, waiting for the fight to flare up and catch everyone's attention. Come on, come on assholes, get on with it. Her eyes glinted with expectation as they flicked between the two arguing men. She repositioned herself ready to make a quick and quiet exit through the door. The larger of the two lashed out first, knocking the other off his stool. Now's her chance, she practically leapt out of her chair and walked briskly to the door and out into the cold evening alley. The smell in the streets was worse than the smell in the bar, somehow. The night air was frozen and still, the sky was clear but no stars could be seen for the pollution in the atmosphere. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly and started jogging in the direction of the space docks. I need to get off planet real soon.

Riddick strode as patiently as he could through the bar, nudging people out of the way effortlessly with his broad muscled shoulders. Ignoring the glances off the street whores, he made his way back to 'his' ship. Fucking idiot Toombs, always giving me your ships. Riddick started jogging at a steady pace when he heard the distant sound of feds.

She listened out for anything, crouched behind a stack of crates. She looked over the edge of the crates and took a quick glance round the docks. No one around, but no ships open either. She crouched back down and closed her eyes, listening out for the clanking sound of metal shutters open. She eventually gave up after what she thought to be half an hour and sat down, leaning back on the crates and wrapping up into a tight ball. The cold air was getting to her; her thin tank top and tatty jumper were useless in this temperature. I'll end up freezing the fuck to death before any dumb fuck turns up to let me on. The sound of approaching boot steps caught her attention and she got back onto her feet and glanced over. A tall, broad dark figure was jogging its way over to a ship, a pretty smallish ship too. Just the right size for little old me. She smirked wickedly as she silently made her round around the crates, towards the ship.