Sorry it's taken so long for me to update, I've been sleeping as much as possible :) This is kind of a filler chapter, I wanted to give some idea of how they respond to each other. I'm publishing the next chapter straightaway as well.

Chapter 5

We reached the kennels just as the bell rang for the wolves to return. As I climbed up onto one of the cages I realised Riddick wasn't behind me. I turned around to see him looking at me incredulously.

"I know you said it was near the wolves, but over the cages?"

"Scared? I wouldn't be if I were you, they can smell it you know. I've been living here for two weeks, it doesn't get used, I can't see why." I grinned and kept going. After a minute I heard him follow me over the bars. I went as slowly as possible over the roof of the cage, when I was half way across the occupant returned. That made him very nervous. Finally, I climbed up onto the ledge on the other side. "Goggles off Riddick, unless you want to pretend you're human…and normal." I added.

"You really have got an attitude problem. No wonder the mercs don't like you." He told me as we started up the tunnel.

"Is that what they said? I'm hurt, I thought I was getting on really well with Toombs."

"How many times have you beaten him up?"

"Only twice so far." I heard him utter a short chuckle, almost like a growl. Then we came out into my cave. I immediately wished I'd thought to clean up the clothes on the floor. There were various items of underwear in full sight, including…

"Nice. Very classy." He nudged a black lacy bra with his boot.

"Don't get it dirty, it cost me a fortune." He laughed again. I think. I walked over to a hole in the wall and pulled out a flask full of water. I took a mouthful then tossed it to Riddick. He put it to his lips then frowned.

"Haven't you got anything stronger?" I looked up.

"Do you really think I want you drunk and in my room?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Someone's overprotective of themselves." I didn't answer, just kept watching him. "You find any?" he asked eventually. I shook my head and looked down.

"I unlocked a few more memories, found out the full story, but there's still a gap-"

"Where there should be memories of the resistance. Yeah, me too." My hopes fell. He hadn't unlocked his own, so he couldn't unlock them for me. That was a major disappointment.

"The only one left is the purifier. He's hardly my type." I had been staring at my shoes, but I looked up as I said it. His eyes widened slightly as he understood.

"So that's why you're so defensive. You've been waiting for a Furian? You were looking for too much. The chances of finding another Furian, let alone another guy? You were dreaming kid." He sounded surprised but something else was there too, it was like he was annoyed. I couldn't see why he would be so I dismissed it as my imagination playing tricks on me.

"Yeah well, I've got high hopes for myself." I looked back down at my shoes, they really were fascinating, "But it looks like I'm gonna have to lower my standards anyway, since it's you, me and the purifier." I felt my eyes change as I said it. A quick check showed they were black. My eyes were matching my bitterness.

I heard his clothes rustle and looked up. Then I jumped. He was right in front of me. He'd crossed the room without me realising. I frowned, I must be getting out of practice; he'd beat me in a fight and scared the crap out of me. He was smirking, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He reached out. I think he was half expecting me to flinch but he was gonna be disappointed, I'd long trained myself out of that habit. He took hold of my chin and tilted my head.

"Syke did a good job on your eyes, you can't even see the marks. Why'd you kill him?"

"If I had been the one to kill him, which I'm not admitting," he raised his eyebrows, "It would've been because he had a nasty habit of raping people." He snorted.

"Yeah, 'cause you really go around killing rapists whenever you see them and then refusing to admit it. Let's try the truth. He musta' tried something on you and judging by the way you reacted earlier; you killed him before you even realised. That's why you won't admit it. You made a mistake and you don't want anybody to know about it." I didn't answer. I was pissed at the insult but he was right.

It was an accident really, not that the guy didn't deserve it but I hadn't intended to be the one to rid the universe of that particular piece of scum. I'd gotten up, ready to pay him and leave and he'd suggested I pay him some other way. I'd said no, he'd grabbed me. Then he died. I'd stabbed him through the heart without even thinking. It'd been the one time I'd regretted my skills as an assassin.

Then my 'attitude' kicked in. So what if I'd screwed up? It was none of Riddick's business! I stood, intending to head out to the balcony. Then I realised that he had been expecting me to do just that and I was now standing uncomfortably close to him with no room to manoeuvre.

The thing about my eyes is, you can learn a lot from them. Most of the people in the prison knew that. When the eyes were red, you got the hell away. Even the wolves went quiet if I stormed back to my cave with my eyes flashing blood. But Riddick, he just didn't seem to take that hint. I opened my mouth to swear at him but stopped. He was leaning forward so that his mouth was next to my ear.

"I'm curious Flame. What would you do if I tried what Syke did?" his voice was dangerously low. It occurred to me that he had this ability to be threatening without being threatening, then I realised that made no sense. I pulled my head back as much as I could so I was able see his eyes.

"That depends. You actually interested or do you just wanna be the one who gets to screw Flame the virgin assassin?" I said my title for myself mockingly. I didn't like it. He laughed. He had the most animal laugh I'd ever heard, one step more and it'd be the same as the bark the wolves made.

"Take your clothes off and find out." He hadn't made any physical contact with me. Wise move, I didn't like being touched. I couldn't remember being like that when I was younger; just after I woke up it seemed to kick in. Maybe it was a sort of survival instinct…What was I doing thinking about my survival instincts at a time like this? I considered Riddick. He was an arse, he had no heart, and he only thought of himself, in short, he was just like me. Was it worth the risk?