Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black, Riddick, or Harry Potter. I do however, own all of the HP books kin various incarnations, and have seen all of the movies for both series… so I do know what I'm doing, though they come and go as they please.

A/N: I'M BACK. So so so so sorry, but I lost all of my movies, files, and things in a tragic computer accident, rendering my spotty memory incapable of being used. I have since bought a new laptop, and have reacquired the Riddick movies, and have been rewatching them. So, I'm back, but with no clear memory of what I was originally writing… so I'm going my own way, in a different direction I think, and it should work out just fine.

Warnings: WILL BE SLASH. Also, Riddick is not a sniveling little romancer around Harry, and Harry is slightly OOC, though after having lived so long, don't you think you'd have changed a bit, too? Mature themes, violence, swearing, and some sex scenes (clearly marked, as the violence will be, for the squicked or faint of heart). Oh yeah, it's also slightly AU as to Riddick's history, being that he was in Ursa Minor before working for the Company.

Pairing: Harry/Riddick

~speech~ is modified Parseltongue, in case anyone is going to be wondering.

Summary: If you could live forever, what would you live for? The question was asked of Harry when he was younger, much younger, and he might have found the answer. Question is, can he protect those he loves? And how will his relationship with the convict Riddick change the events that take place?

Chapter 2

Harry landed on his knees with a groan when the ship stopped moving. Damn, landing actually hurt. He looked around, listening intently. He heard a young voice screaming nearby. 'Kyra,' his mind whispered. His daughter, the only one alive, and the first one in thousands of years. She had run from her 'father' after her mother had died, and while he had been occupied with finding Rick, he had almost run her over. He didn't do anything; she wasn't in trouble or danger, yet. But he did influence her to take her meager savings and book passage under a false name on the same ship Johns had taken Rick on. He himself simply invoked his Right and boarded with no one but the Captain the wiser. He was pretty sure he wasn't even on the manifest.

He had felt his friend die, one of the only people who knew his Truth, who he was. But grief was for after he'd saved his daughter from herself. He pulled the debris from her cryo container and when she fell out, he noticed that before entering the ship, she'd covered her short hair with a cap and was trying to act as a boy. Fine, let her. It might protect her in the end. He helped her up and brushed her off before letting her wander while he checked up on the person he'd been looking for.

He found Rick chained to a post in the ruined part of the ship, seemingly unconscious. It had been 5 years since he'd last seen the larger man; he doubted he'd know him by scent, but maybe by sound.

"Hello, Rick." A shiver went through the bound form before him, and a garbled rumble escaped around the bit in his mouth. Harry knew that he was known now, and that was enough. He melted into the shadows when Johns and the pilot came walking by, talking about 'the prisoner.' After they'd moved out of sight, he pulled a cutting torch from where it was hanging and dropped it near Rick's feet before touching his arm as he moved to another opening to exit the ship.

Once he had, he joined the others in the cargo hold, and Kyra, who'd introduced herself as Jack, immediately latched onto him, as 'his' saviour. He ruffled the cap and introduced himself as Orion Potter, which everyone seemed to accept, and joined in their talk of finding water, and figuring out how to breathe in the thin air. He himself had no troubles: if you couldn't die, breathing wasn't really an issue. He opted to join the scouting party in order to keep an eye on Johns, and to subtly erase what track of Rick's he could; it wouldn't do for the other man to be found so soon, would it?

He didn't worry about 'Jack' being left at the crash site; the prospectors were more than enough to keep her occupied, and he'd also subtly marked her before he'd gone. Rick knew better than to touch something that was his. He'd begun getting a little anxious, though, even if only in his own mind, when strange mutterings beneath the ground had reached his sensitive ears. It was similar to a speech he hadn't heard in a long time; snakes were extinct in all but the most posh circles by this time, and he steered clear of them as much as possible.

'~Soon… feed… mate… LIVE!~' The speech was rudimentary, as if those speaking it were merely children, or very young adults with little social interaction with an older generation. He kept a closer eye on the children; they were the curious ones, and it really would not do for them to be caught by these creatures.

Once they reached a small settlement, after passing through a graveyard of animals that resembled elephants, the bones of which had been picked clean some time before. He noticed Rick shadowing them and gave him a subtle signal to back off; Johns was hyper-vigilant, and he didn't need the added aggravation of keeping the trails clear. Once rick was gone, he watched with amusement as the humans exclaimed over the water machine, because he would have been able to create water with nary a word. But his talents were best used in emergencies; even he had a limit to his power, even after living such a long time and refining his technique to the barest use.

When the gunshots came, he wasn't surprised; he knew it wasn't Rick, as the man would never be stupid enough to be caught out by an armed assailant, no matter how skilled or unskilled the wielder was. As they got closer to the crash site, more screams and shots rang out; the man who was digging the graves was dead. When they reached it, Riddick was watching from the other side of the grave, a clean shiv in his hand and surprise closely hidden in his eyes. Something else had killed the man, but Shezza, the man's wife, was having none of the attempts to calm her down.

Riddick was knocked unconscious and chained to his old cryo cell, and Harry melted into the shadows nearby, waiting for him to wake. When he did, the 'Captain' was waiting as well, to speak to him. Harry wanted to growl when she asked to see Rick's eyes; he did in fact, but he doubted anyone but Riddick would have heard it. He was amused by Rick's comments about the whispers, since it had actually been Harry himself, whispering into Rick's mind to cut the bitch as soon as possible, to prevent her from killing more people in her ineptitude.

'Jack' was somewhat of a surprise, but 12 year olds were curious creatures, whatever the gender, and he was heartened by Rick's jocular words, though he knew the girl took them to be fact. He knew the origins or Rick's eyes, even if the other man had repressed the memories and created new ones, since he had been present on Furya 30 years before, and had known Shirah, the spirit that had given Rick his eyes. As soon as he'd met Rick, on Sigma 3, he'd known what had happened; the boy had been sent to a no-daylight slam when he was young, and believed that the shine had come from the 'doctor' in the prison.

He didn't feel like breaking her misconceptions just yet, and so he seconded Carolyn's order for her to disappear, even though his was silent and probably not consciously noticed. He listened to the conversation about Zeke's death, and came out of his hiding place.

"He didn't kill the man," he said in a soothing voice, smiling at the startled woman. "I don't know what did, but the ground is whispering, the spires are murmuring. Perhaps what you seek is deeper than you're willing to go."

"How do you know that?"

"Come now, in this day and age you haven't heard of enhancements? Things to make people better?" At her wary nod, he just shrugged. "My hearing is better than most; and the spires are especially thin. There's something under the earth, something dangerous. I wouldn't go down there if I were you."

"Potter-"

"Orion, Carolyn, please. We're all friends here."

"Orion then. Who are you, really? I don't remember you on my manifest."

"My dear girl," he said in a fatherly tone, because for all that he looked to be in his mid-twenties, he really could have been her ancestor. "I knew Gregory, and Monty. They were doing me a favor, and so I wouldn't be on your manifest, now would I? My condolences, by the way, but mourning is for those who have time, and we haven't any, do we?" He could sense the whispers getting stronger, and the planets shifting, aligning themselves into something extraordinary, but she didn't need to know that just yet.

"Okay, so you're an old friend of the Captain's, a man that is twice your age," she returned skeptically. She had a good head on her shoulders, he'd give her that.

"Appearances can be quite deceiving, Carolyn, m'girl. I'm much older than you'd think." He smiled again and slipped past her, and out into the sunshine. He was carrying Rick's goggles, waiting for Carolyn to talk to Johns and for Johns to do what was predicted; to make a deal with Rick, to gain his cooperation, even if the merc thought he would keep the upper hand at the end. Once that happened, he laughed as Rick proved just how stupid the blonde was.

"Rick," he murmured, once the moment was over, handing the larger man his goggles. "Good to see you again." He allowed himself to be pushed into the shadows, and reveled in the feel of Rick's hands on his body, sensitive nose pressed against his neck, recapturing memory, reasserting dominance. Harry gave ground willingly, overjoyed to be reunited with the only person able to hold his attentions for any true amount of time.

"Been a long time, Orion," Rick growled in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Thought you'd gone away." Rick knew better than to say 'died,' since he knew very well that dying was nigh on impossible for his green-eyed mate, and Harry was glad to know that the larger man's mental faculties were intact.

"I had gone away… Had to see to some family." He felt Rick tense at those words, and soothed him gently. "Children of mine, rather, a child. You know them, I believe."

"The girl." He grinned at the comprehension on the Furyan's face, in those impossibly silver eyes, and kissed him deeply.

"Clever, love, as always." He slid out from between Rick and the bulkhead, deftly avoiding seeking hands, and laughing at the frustrated growl. "Come along, Johnny-boy won't wait forever." He led the way into the sunshine, confident that his little dysfunctional family, at least, would make it out of this alive.

A/N2: So, I'm hoping that Harry was believable, and that Riddick was, too. Did anyone notice what I did, in tying them both to Sigma 3? That will be rehashed later, as well as the fact that Riddick already knows that 'Jack' is a girl.

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