A.N. New chappie guys, and I thought I should tell you, this will kind of follow the rules of CoR, kinda. I'm adding my own twist. But who knows I may get into the story and veer off in a completely different direction, as of right now I don't really know. So just sit back and enjoy.

Disclaimer: They ain't mine, luv's.

When Jack had left her knife with Riddick she was thinking and acting rather impulsively. To be blunt, she wanted it back. This wouldn't be such a hard task if it weren't for the fact that one of the requirements of getting her knife back meant that she would have to speak to Riddick. Normally she would have just told herself that she could find another, but this knife was important. It left her with very few choices. Her first option was to go and get it while he was sleeping. Jack snorted, 'Yeah and get my throat cut in the process. Not that he would actually hurt me, but still, not smart to walk up behind a notorious criminal and steal from him.'

That also presented the problem of having to find Riddick asleep, which to the best of her knowledge had never happened. Of course he slept, but he was rather scarce when it actually happened. Resigning herself to her fate, she set off to find him. He wasn't all that hard to find, it wasn't like there was much to do in Crematoria.

He was sitting on a ledge, watching everything move, memorizing what was needed. Being the damn statue he had always been. To say that Jack found it mildly irritating would be a severe understatement.

"Do you ever do anything?" she asked.

He chuckled, "It's good to know your inquisitive side isn't gone yet."

"What are planning Riddick?" she asked, sliding into place next to him.

"I don't do prisons well Jack. I came to get you and go," he said simply.

Jack blinked. Then she glared, "Very funny, why are you here?"

He turned to look at her, those bright silver eyes reflecting everything back at her. "Why do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

Jack snorted, "You expected something different."

"Touché," He rumbled.

"You really cam here just for me?" she asked skeptically.

"I don't repeat myself," he growled. "If you're expecting an easy go at life, forget it. It seems that I cannot get rid of you. I know the Holy Man would prefer you being with me than in here."

Jack felt a rush of joy, one she hadn't felt since she was a child, since she had thought that he was going to stay with her forever. She almost shot it down, instead she just hid it. "When?"

"I don't know when, but when it happens, it'll happen fast. Anybody else that wants to go should be told, "A feral grin passed over his lips. "And since I'm new around here, you had best play the messenger girl for now."

Jack lifted an eyebrow, "Why should I do that?"

He shifted against the rocks, moving his weight from one leg to another. Jack did one of those impulsive things she absolutely hated, when they happened. She turned and began to climb the rocks, "Follow me."

Riddick grinned, following her trek up the cliff side. He stared at the perfect view of Jack's ass he was given. 'Yeah Jack, you've definitely grown up.'

She cleared a rather flat spot, lifting herself up on her arms, turning her body so her legs were dangling over the edge. When she felt a large hand on her ankle she braced herself against the ground as Riddick slowly climbed up her body onto the ledge. Jack suppressed a shiver at the feel of his chest sliding against her shins and thighs. He pulled himself up until his face was level with her's only a mere inch or two away. "Thanks for the lift," he whispered. His tone was gravel, and low. His entire smell surrounded her, Jack had officially found Eden.

He rolled over to the side of her, but not before taking a look at the ledge. There was a pile of cloths that looked suspiciously like a bed and a bit of upturned dirt in the other corner. It seems Jack had brought him 'home'.

"I just… you looked uncomfortable," she said, her voice a bit more than strained. "There's more room up here and…"

Riddick chuckled; she was definitely off-balance. Jack was a lot like Riddick, she had an animal inside. Riddick knew what his animal was. He was a cat, a very big cat. Now, if he could just place what Jack was, Riddick would be much better off.

He crawled over to the pile of cloths and curled up.

Jack's jaw hit the floor, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Riddick chuckled, "Good Night Jack."

Jack did her best to be peeved, but he had openly lain down in front of her. Riddick trusted her to not hurt him and keep him safe. Jack did her best to fight the smile, but for once, she let it grace her face. "Good Night Riddick."

"Riddick! UP!" she said.

Riddick sat up quickly and Jack was unprepared for it. He slammed into her and Jack lost her balance going back first off the cliff they had climbed up earlier. That was until a rather large arm wrapped around her waist. Jack shook her head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. "You need to find a cell now. They let the beasts loose."

"The beasts," he asked. "Aren't we safe up here?"

Jack snorted and swung down the ledge, she wouldn't wait for Riddick to decide to be cooperative. Riddick followed rather quickly.

"What're you doing?" he bellowed as she ran against the traffic, straight at the presumed 'beasts'.

Riddick jumped off the catwalk, landing on one below and hiding in the first place he could find. Too bad for him that it was behind a waterfall.

A.N. I know it's short but I got chores to do ya know? R&R plz?

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