To make it clear the Harry Potter and Riddick character/world is not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling and whoever owns Riddick. This is a fanfic, which means I'm not the original creator only the writer of this particular story.

Chapter 15: team-work.

While all the drama was unfolding Riddick was trying to find a way to get loose. He hated being trapped and the position was starting to really annoy him. His legs where cramping, his jaw was hurting, his arms were strained and Johns was going to pay for all that; later though, when he had lost his use.

He hadn´t spotted anything useful so far from what little he could see. There was a cutting-torch a few meter away but he couldn´t get to it and the beam trapping him was holding. He had tried for several minutes to make the metal bend hoping for some weakness from the crash, but no such luck.

To add to his problems the heat as slowly getting to him, he had trouble breathing and he was getting thirsty. Well, isn´t this a good day to be alive.

While Riddick was looking for a way to escape Johns and the new prisoner had now reached the ship. Johns was already thinking of ways to kill the troublesome stranger for he had been forced to practically carry him every step of the way. Paris had made himself scarce before they even gotten the man out ^of^ the room and Zeeke had stayed behind to help clear away the debris. The kids were playing and the only man left was the holy man and Johns certainly didn´t trust a believer to help with the prisoner. Done that once before and his partner had gotten slashed for it.

Johns was a smart man, a survivor, and he recognized trouble when he saw it and this young man who looked more like a kid in the daylight was going to be big trouble.

But the cop was impressed, the brat was clearly wounded and weakened from the crash but he could still move and wasn´t complaining. The prisoner was also trying to get loose but unfortunately for him Johns knew a lot about strong prisoners and his cuffs would hold, but to be sure about it he probably should hook him up to Riddick. It would raise the security anyways as the boy's short height would hinder any attempt from Riddick to break free.

Harry decided from the moment that he been drag out into the sun that the cop was an a*hole. Not only had he been frisked brutally, but he was sure the man had felt him up as well and how creepy was that? Come on! They were all in a bad situation and still you had time to be a pervert.

That he still couldn´t understand them was worrying him also, at first he had thought that maybe it was just the shock but the more the survivors talk the more he was sure that it wasn´t an earth language at all. The wording and forming of the mouths was all wrong and it was sending warning bells to Harry that he probably was in more trouble than he could imagine.

He didn´t know if he should be thankful for that or not as it was distracting him from the pain in his heart as well as making him focus on the here and now more. The weirdness of it all was making his head spin and he just wished that he could get a couple of minutes just to deal. Why was it so hard to let him process everything? There must be a god Harry was sure of it and that god must hate him since he kept on throwing these curve-balls at every opportunity.

While Johns had dragged Harry over the sand towards the ship the wizard had an opportunity to look around and he had been shocked when he saw all the smoke and debris littering the ground. Not to mention the huge ship in front of him. Surely earth had never had such big ships and if so where had they been hiding them? All of these thoughts and curve-balls was the reason Harry hadn´t walk on his own, for it was hard enough to process all this new information but to be asked to walk as well was a bit too much.

Just as Johns was ready to drag his prisoner into the darkness of the ship Harry looked up and froze. Two suns, TWO SUNS. Holly hell, Toto we are not in Kansas anymore. Spluttering words and trying to get loose from the cops grip Harry started to panic. It was one thing thinking it but another entirely when you saw it. Harry Potter was on a different planet, far away from home. Shit, god would pay for this, he wasn´t a plaything.

Johns in no mood for his prisoner's behavior just clipped the brat over the head and threw him into the darkness of the ship. Swearing loudly about idiotic free-loaders and his lot in life Johns practically drag the boy along the floor towards the prison-room containing Riddick. When they finally reached it Harry had gone silent again and Johns was thankful for it, he almost preferred the silent loony before the screaming loony who didn´t say a word of sense.

"Well, Rick if it isn´t your lucky day. I find you a new friend that longs to keep you company. Aren't I a nice man that brought him to you? " Johns says as he enters the room and spots his trapped prisoner on the floor which brings a smirk to his face. It was always such a pleasure to see the killer lock up tight and squirming in cuffs.

Riddick just tilts his head and takes on a comfortable pose signaling to the merc that he could care less. Johns is not buying it though for he knows how much the man hates being trapped. He drags Harry another few meters so they are right in front of the killer before laying him on his back and reaches for the blind folder covering Riddick's eyes and rips it off.

Riddick shakes his head and tries to find cover for his sensitive eyes so he can get a good look at the room now when he isn´t hindered. But he gets distracted when the sun lights up the boy in front of him and the animal inside him takes an interest at the buffet offered up. The boy in front of him was short, really short, and thin. But he was beautiful dressed in dusty blood-red clothes that were ripped in different places from what looked like glass shards thus showing off his pale skin. The boy was staring at him with empty eyes and Riddick was shocked when he realized he could see the colors. Everything has always been in purple and blue; but these kid's eyes were forest green and they were luring him in.

How fascinating.

Harry was also checking out the trapped man but he wasn´t as interested, the only thing on his mind was the ´whole different planet deal´. The only thing registering in his head was that the man before him was dangerous. Very dangerous, but good looking and tall! Why did everyone have to be taller than him. The other thing Harry took notice to was the eyes on the prisoner. They where silver-shined, like the once Luna got sometimes when she had a powerful vision. Perhaps this man was a wizard descendent of hers. The thought warmed him but it did not seem likely, Luna was like a Fayé and this man looked more like a rogue werewolf ready for supper.

'Hopefully he would eat the blond waste-dump instead of me.'

"Are you two girls done with the soul searching eyes contest yet? I have other matters to attend to."

Johns interruption made both the prisoners in front of him roll their eyes, Riddick for the man's stupidity and Harry in exasperation at the man's need to talk all the time. The man seemed to love hearing himself talk for he had done it the entire walk here, even when he knew that Harry wasn´t listening.

"Well, on with the show. Rick I thought that you may be lonely so I brought the brat here so he could keep you company. What do you say about that? No objection, perfect."

Johns just smirks at the bit covering Riddick's face and happily start strapping Harry to him. He begins with un-cuffing the hands and stretch them around Riddick's arms so that they join behind the beam. He then hooks one over Riddick's cuffs and the other under it making a cross. He the forces Harry to stretch out his leg so he sits on Riddick's lap and hook his feet to Riddick's with the extra cuffs.

During this process Harry had tried to get free on many occasions resulting in a splitting headache from all the head slaps and a sprained ankle when the cop had twisted it after Harry had tried to kick him. All in all it had been very amusing for Riddick, embarrassing for Harry and irritating for Johns. While Johns check all the straps and cuff on last time Riddick took the opportunity to scan the roof and he had to stop himself from smirking when he saw a possibility.

'Sloppy Johns, very sloppy.'

The only problem now would be the kid. From the whimpers and words coming from him Riddick was sure that he was hurt. He would be a hindrance and how to work with the kid's height? Shit this would take some time to solve. Time he didn´t have.

When Riddick felt Johns hands leave he snapped his eyes to the torch to mislead the cop, Johns was too smart to not know that Riddick would take the opportunity offered. The cop followed his eyes and smirked, fat chance Rick that too far away. Johns realized the risk with the torch but the irritation it would offer to Riddick was too big to overlook so the merc left it. After making sure his payday was secured and in an uncomfortable positions he strapped on the blind-folder again and check the bite on last time before he prepared to leave the room.

"So love birds. Don´t do anything naughty while I´m gone and try to get along for me. Hmm, think you could do that."

Harry may not know the language both the look on the man was telling, and he stuck out his tongue in defiance to whatever bullshit the man just said. This made the man under him start to laugh and Harry could feel the vibrations. ´So he wasn´t as blind as the perv thought him to be…´

"Oh, we seem to have gotten back our fire haven't we! Good luck with that one Ricky; his a biter."

With those partnering words he walked out to join the others, secure that they weren't going anywhere for some time to come.

The moment the man left them Harry made decision. He may not understand what is going on but he was sure of one thing. The other prisoners bit had to go, he hated when people miss-used their power to abuse others and from the whiteness around the man's mouth that bite had been there for some time. So after leaning forward slowly, for he recognized animal-behavior when he saw it, Harry made sure to broadcast his intention as clear as possible for even though he was on top both of them knew that it was the big guy that held all the power.

Riddick feeling the boy's movement didn't feel anything threatening, so he just let the kid go on with his show curious as to what he was doing. When he felt teeth surrounding his temple and felt the boy bite down on the blind-fold he got the picture and leaned forward to make it easier for the boy. After a couple of tries and yanks Riddick could see again and he was thankful to lose the blinder but the sun was intense none the less and still making seeing a hindrance.

Once again Harry tried to ease the others hurt by rearranging their position so that the man´s eyes were shadowed by his body. Riddick looked up at the kid hovering above him by a couple of centimeters and tried smirking but the bit wouldn´t let him. He also felt blood sipping out from one side as the skin broke around the bit causing more of an annoyance than pain.

When he saw the small bit of blood Harry's eyes squinted and tried to make the man understand what he wanted to do next. Leaning forward again he tried to push the bald man's head to the side, but the man under him wasn´t obeying. Rolling his eyes at him he tried to show with his mouth what he wanted to do. He moved his lips back to the man's temple before he dragged them downwards the man´s chin to where the bit started before removing his face so that he could make eye-contact.

"Come on baldy, I need you to tilt your head or I won´t be able to help you."

Riddick knew what the kid wanted but he wasn´t comfortable showing his neck to anyone, let alone a scrawny kid. But he really wanted the bit off so after giving the boy a warning glare he tilted his head forward and to the side. He made a growl in the back of his throat when the boy leaned in again just to point out that he wasn´t weak and if the boy tried something there would be consequences.

A little part of Harry was wondering what he was doing. He had just discovered that he was on a strange planet after the crashing of an alien ship, stuck in a room with a dangerous person with no way to communicate. How the hell did he know he was doing the right thing?

Well he didn´t but he had to follow his instinct as he always had and hope that they were right. Yes, the man was dangerous but the survivors out there were also a danger and he couldn´t do anything about that but he could do something here.

It also works as a way to keep him occupied which is what he needs at the moment to keep on breathing. He could crash later when he felt safer, but right now nothing was safe for him so he needed to stay sharp and if by doing so meant playing the devils dare he would do it.

After studying the lock to the bit Harry felt secure that he could get it open but it would take a while. The material it was made of was strange but the lock was basic, he just needed to snap open the hatch and push out the flap and the bit would be open. After several attempt to open the hatch to the lock he was successful and soon he had dealt with the flap leaving the mouth-bit loose enough that with a shake of the man´s head it fell off.

Riddick was grateful that the bit was gone and moved his jaws about to get some feeling back into it. The kid was a gift, he must be for no one had help him in years and this stranger that didn´t even seem to know the common language had decided to lend a hand even though Riddick was clearly dangerous.

Riddick himself realized that the boy would have been a strong individual if he hadn't been wounded and so exhausted. But even if the guy was in tip too shape he still wasn´t a killer like him, the boy practically screamed ´good guy´ and Riddick had to wonder what he had done to piss of Johns.

Usually Riddick wouldn´t care about another being as he had trouble to stay alive on his own but the kid was interesting and seemed to know how to fight from the shiner he had given the merc. He could be useful and Riddick found himself starting to like the strange brat that had been literally placed in his lap.

Now if he just could get them free.

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Chapter 16: A toast.

After leaving the prisoners to get acquainted with each other, Johns returned to the room. Fry had Paris show her his liquid stash. After prying the tomb open and getting the hidden box out into the sunlight she and Johns started bending the wooden planks open. Stuffed inside and neatly packed are about 20 to 25 bottles of sherry. More exact Vintage Port from Glenfiddich named Bacardi 151 and over two hundred years old.

Staring down into the box Fry is shocked by its contents.

"This is it? Booze? That's what you got to drink?!

Yet again Paris feels obliged to educate the ignorant people he is stuck with and informs the captain that it´s not booze.

"It's a 200-year-old single-malt scotch, to call it booze is to compare a rapper to Mozart."

Not caring whatever it is Johns cracks one bottle open desperate for a drink.

"A toast to whatever he just said."

Paris seeing his precious cargo getting drunk down like filth, gets visibly upset and demands to get compensation for everything they drink.

"Top of my list." Is Fry's mock dry reply as she takes the offered bottle from Johns and takes a few swallows. The Chrislams watch them drink with both envy and aversion, feeling the dryness in their throats.

"Crap. I don't suppose you are allowed to drink this." Fry says when she spots the children standing in the door.

"Unfortunately. We'll have to wait for clean water." Is Imams low reply while he lays a hand on the youngest child's shoulder.

"Wait for what? There is no water. You understand that this is a desert, don't you?" Johns ask the man not understanding how faith can get in the way from surviving.

"All deserts have water, somewhere. We just have to wait for God to lead us there." The survivors just shake their heads and passes around the open bottle while secretly hoping that the Chrislams are right.

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