A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 11: Making Up

Deirdra sat quietly in the co-pilot's seat as she and Riddick drifted through space and he tapped at the screens, trying to figure out where to go next. She held her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs as she glanced at him every once in a while, wondering if she should say anything or just keep the silence going. She decided on the latter and stared out the cockpit window at the stars for what seemed like hours instead of seconds. Riddick sat back in his chair, leaving the ship on auto-pilot and staring out at space as well for a moment before he finally spoke.

"Why'd you lie to me, Deirdra?" he asked, simply and Deirdra shot a wide-eyed look of disbelief mixed with slight joy that he was talking to her again.

"W-What?" she breathed as Riddick crossed his arms over his chest.

"You heard me," he replied, looking at her with those piercing silver orbs. "Why'd you tell me you were pregnant?"

Deirdra opened her mouth to reply but instantly closed it again and cast her eyes down to mumbled, "What else could I do? You never would have let me get my eyes shined."

"You're damn right I wouldn't have!" Riddick snarled, letting his temper take over. "Why the hell would you do that anyway? What good would it do?"

"I wanted to see through your eyes, Riddick!" Deirdra cried, letting her emotions take over as she looked at him. "I wanted to see what you saw! I wanted to help you! I wanted to understand you better! I wanted to do it because I love you, Riddick!"

He stared at her as she turned away to bury her face in her hands and sob. She was so tired of the lies, and running and fighting for her life. She'd been spoiled the past couple of years with all the peace they had on UV 5, and though she knew this was just part of the life she had chosen to lead with him, she was still tired.

Riddick still stared at her, watching her cry. He didn't particularly like it when she cried, but he couldn't help thinking she was still beautiful when she did. He glanced at the autopilot, and assuring himself it was on he stood and touched her shoulder. She froze, but still sniffled and hesitantly looked toward him enough to see him out of the corner of her eye.

"Follow me," he ordered a bit gently to her surprise. She didn't question him but did as she was told as he headed toward a room on the ship that had bunks. She could only guess what her punishment would be if he was leading her there.

"Sit down," he told her as she walked in and she sat on a bed without a word as well. He sat next to her and leaned his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together as she sat patiently, her back straight as a board, her knees locked tightly together, her hands in her lap.

"You don't need to shine your eyes to help me, Deirdra," he said, not looking at her and she glanced at him but said nothing. "I don't know where you got that idea, but it's bull shit. You help me enough already…more than you realize."

Deirdra gave a slight frown as she looked at him but still said nothing.

"My life is chaotic, Deirdra," he continued when she said nothing, somewhat thankful that he'd be able to get through this. "I'm staying in different places all the time, hiding, trying to survive. You're the only thing that hasn't changed in the past two years. When I got mad because you cut your hair…it wasn't just because I liked it long…it was because you were changing, drastically. I don't want you to change, Deirdra. You're the only thing consistent around me."

He still didn't look at her but he could feel her staring at him. He heard a sniffle, but didn't want to see the tears. He'd seen enough of them now. He didn't move when she hesitantly slid an arm around his and leaned her head on his shoulder. He could feel her stiffness as she wondered whether he was going to go off on her for touching him right now.

Neither one said a word as she only left small kisses to his neck, her lips hot and swollen from crying. She needed reassurance, he knew that. She wanted reassurance that he wasn't still mad at her, that he wasn't going to leave her. He turned his face toward hers and she yanked her head off of his shoulder, her eyes glassy and wide and he smelled fear coming off of her.

"Don't lie to me," he simply ordered. "Next time, I really will leave you."

"Riddick-"

Whatever she was going to say was swallowed in Riddick's mouth when he planted his lips to hers. He pulled his arm from her grasp and wrapped it around her, pushing her back onto the bed. She moaned and allowed him to push her onto her back as his tongue delved into her mouth and searched it as his hands slowly ran down her body.

"Y-You're not mad at me anymore?" she wondered in a shudder when he pulled his mouth from hers. His silver eyes stared down at her, seeing her eyes wide with anticipation, anxiety and fear that he would say yes.

"I was," he admitted. "I'm done being mad for now. But like I said, don't lie to me."

Deirdra jerked with a sob and Riddick only waited, hovering above her as she placed her hand over her mouth then threw her arms around his neck and pulled him fully onto her, her lips at his ear.

"Never," she whispered in a reassuring breath. "Never again, Riddick. I swear."

Later...

"I think…I'm gonna let my hair grow out again," Deirdra murmured, snuggling against his shoulder as she lay on top of him on the floor next to the bed where their romp in the sack held left them. "Would you mind if I did that?"

"It's your head," Riddick replied then added, "Just, don't make me cut it next time, ok?"

"Alright," she smiled then looked up at him and frowned, making him do the same.

"What?" he wondered.

"You still have blood on your face," she said, pulling the blanket from the bed and using a corner to wipe it away. He watched her carefully as she wiped Zain's blood from his face and she looked away from what she was doing to stare into his eyes in question.

"What?" she asked this time.

"You didn't-Never mind," he started then shook his head and laid it back on the floor again.

"Hey, what is it? I didn't what?" she insisted, shaking him a little to get his attention and he lifted his head up to look at her again.

"When I killed that stupid merc," he started again, "You didn't even look away from it, did you? You watched me kill him."

"I've seen you kill before," she remembered.

"Not like that," he corrected.

"Like what?"

"You didn't see it, did you? You just saw the back of my head."

"What the hell are you talking about, Riddick?"

"I smiled."

Shock was met with that fact. He'd felt himself smile as he pulled the trigger to kill Zain. He enjoyed it, a little too much, that time. He had never wanted Deirdra to see him kill when he truly enjoyed it.

"You did?" she breathed. "I didn't see it. When you looked at me…you were mad."

Riddick said nothing as Deirdra only stared at him and to his surprise she scoffed.

"I thought you liked killing, but not that much," she said, covering them with the blanket in her hand and snuggling up against him.

"I never intended you to see me that way," he only admitted, pulling the blanket up a little higher to cover her shoulders, as she had only pulled it up to cover her waist.

"Is that why you left me on Maunder Prime when you went to find Vaako and Valin?" she murmured, tracing to contours of his chest muscles. "You didn't want me to see how much you enjoyed killing any of them?"

"Partly," he admitted, his eyes slowly closing from her soothing touch. It was enough to put him to sleep. "That and you were a pain in the ass to drag around when I had to do something. You still are."

"You still love me though," she smiled, snuggling her cheek against his chest and he gave a subtle smirk, saying nothing until she asked, "Where will we go now?"

"Well, we'll have to stop for supplies…again," he replied and Deirdra grinned as he pulled her a little closer, stroking her back with one of his huge hands.

"I know just the place we can go shopping," she yawned before they fell asleep in each other's arms.

A/N: short, i know. lol! reviews?