To make it clear I do not own this characters. Harry Potter-verse belongs to J.K Rowling and Riddick-verse belongs to someone big-shot in Hollywood I think. This story is a fanfic of two previous works. I could never dream of writing as good as J.K Rowling or make as an awesome movie as pitch black. I get no money or royalties writing this story. Mere my idea of an interesting crossover.

Chapter : curiosity killed the cat! [Part 1]

Fry had tried everything to calm Shazza down. She had tried silent support; ravings over killers; close comfort with tears; soft talking and bodily shaking the women. But Shazza seemed to have gone into a shock. The women wasn´t responding to anything at the moment, just sitting in the shade and hugging herself. Fry didn´t know what to do.

Johns and the others wasn´t any help either.

Everyone seemed to be in a state of shock and depression. They were just sitting around, looking at each other. Like they were hoping someone would do something what they themselves couldn´t do. The whole situation was getting to her. Johns didn´t seemed to have the same problem. He was talking about Riddick and the man's many killings, how he was the only cop to ever take him down single handedly.

How he was strong, smart and resourceful in bad situations. It made her feel somewhat safe in this shitehole of situation. But also a bit afraid, it was like a hyena of the old world was circling the pack, ready to attack. Fry didn´t know why she felt like that, maybe it was because of what she had tried to do. Johns was after all a cop. Fry got distracted from her thoughts by Paris nasal and annoying voice. She turned her head and studied the man.

"Did you really defeat him head on; he seems more like the sort who you sneak up on." Paris says, looking awed, but also a bit skeptical at Johns.

Paris was practically in the man's lap, huddling as close as he dared. The holy man and his children was also sitting close by, taking comfort in Johns authority figure. Jack was also very close to the cop and had an interested gleam in his eyes: listening on in rapt attention as Johns described the blood and the bodies. That kid scared Fry. It was as if the boy liked murderers killings, it made her a bit sick.

"Ah! But Riddick got a sweat spot. His eyes. " John said with a mocking voice, making grand hand-gestures to impress upon the onlookers.

"He was stupid you know - to his fix his eyes- it makes him vulnerable out in the free. But then again he is more animal then human. What would one expect?"

Not many understood that, Fry being amongst them, but before they had a chance to ask over what Johns meant the man continued.

"It took me forever to take him down, and I had many close calls with that animal. One time he even had me by the throat . If not for my teammates I would be dead, sadly my life came at a cost of theirs. .. Riddick got preoccupied killing them instead of me. That's why I will never stop until he is permanently behind bars. That man doesn't deserve freedom."

Paris just nodded in tune; Imam said a soft prayer while Jack rolled his eyes. Fry was silently relieved. As long as Riddick lived Johns would keep his focus elsewhere and wouldn´t focus too much at her wrong-doings. And he did seem to have a thing for her, even if he sometimes did give weird looks towards Harry. She could work with that. She was a woman, but more important, she was a pilot. And Johns needed her more then she needed him.

"I finally cornered him in a small town. He had two little kids captured in an abandoned building. I tried saving them but Riddick killed them during our confrontation. He likes taking the life of the innocent."

Most of the others were impressed and sadden by Johns story and Fry could almost see them shifting closer to the man, hell she would also do it, if not for the fact that Johns was standing under the direct sun. The men might be stupid enough to fight the sun, but thankfully Fry was not. If you had barely any water and stuck on a planet with two suns it was pure idiocy to voluntary be under direct sunlight.

But the loneliness was getting to Fry, she was the only one still trying to be around Shazza. Hell! Even Jack had given up on comforting her.

"But enough talk about that Johns. I think it´s time to drink the last of the saved water. I know we only have had booze, but since we found the water tank it´s probable best to get some water in us before the walk. Especially your boys Imam, had they had anything to drink?"

"No. But alas we are on a journey and men of Allah. We will go though many trials before we reach New Mecca . The suffering has been a blessing; we´re closer to our lord than ever before and alas to each-other."

Johns and Jack just snorted and Fry had a hard time not joining them. The man really was a holy man, everything could be explained by God. Yada yada yada.

Fry and Johns left the group and started digging in one of the many corners of the crashed ship. They had buried the little water that they had so it wouldn´t evaporate or get stolen. When Fry and Zeke had emptied the busted container they had discovered that almost a whole bottle was what was left for the survivors.

Fry had been hard and said that until something else was found, and she did not count the booze, no one was drinking the water. So she and Zeke had buried it to preserve what little they had had.

When the bottle was out Johns and Fry just looked at each other for a second before they simultaneously scanned the area. None of the others had followed them, saying they were too tired. With just a nod Fry opened the bottle and took a big gulp before giving it to Johns. The man took a big gulp and smiled before re-screwing the cap.

They got up and started walking back, the bottle was now only two thirds full, but since Zeke was dead none of the others would find out.

Jack shouted when he saw them return and the holy man's boys started laughing. But instead of giving the water to the boy's first Fry opened the bottle and passed it to Imam. Imam made sure that the boys only drank a mouthful each before he took little for himself. Then Fry took another gulp of the water before trying to convince Shazza to have some.

Shazza didn´t even lift her head.

Shrugging Fry gave the bottle to Paris who drank two mouthfuls and with only a little water left gave the bottle to Jack.

…with Jack….

"Shouldn´t we give some to Riddick and Harry?" Jack said as he took his swallow. The others froze for a second and then the grown-ups started looking at each other weirdly. Jack was getting spooked by the silent conversation that begun between Johns and Fry at his words. Especially by the prolonged silence followed his question.

"… NO." A cold, dead and hollow voice said.

Everyone froze. The voice belonged to Shazza. Jack slowly turned around. Choked at the lifeless tone and yet clearly decisive statement. She looked deadly. Like a crazy person.

"No? but Shaz…"

"I SAID NO, that bastard took my Zeke, he gets NOTHING. The one who even thinks it…" Shazza was so upset, and even looked a little crazed in Jack eyes, that she had gotten up and was now looming over him.

"We didn´t think it Shazza. Not one of us was going to waste what little we had on them. Calm down. Hell we only have enough for about a mouthful. " Johns stated, shrugging his shoulder. Hoping to calm the women down.

It was clear that he didn´t want another crazy person to deal with. Jack wondered briefly if it was worth going insane just so Johns would lock him up with Riddick, but then he wouldn´t get any water.

"Johns right, we hardly got anything and we need to think about our own survival, theirs are secondary. The clearly have no place amongst common people." Fry said as she took steps to stand herself by his side.

The others looked troubled, but they had so little and they were many. Slowly all of the others agreed and Shazza sat down again. This time with something in her eyes that hadn´t been there before. A spark of life, but to Jack it looked like a dark spark. It intrigued him, she had eyes of a hungry predator. It was a look he himself wanted. A survivors eyes.

Jack just shrugged. He had tried to help the convicts, but he wasn´t going to get himself in trouble with the parental unit. Fry and Johns was not people to mess with, and Jack liked Shazza. Not as much as Riddick, but he was the underdog for now.

Johns just nodded at the decision they had made and gave everyone a soft half-smile. He then went over to Jack and sat down. He took the bottle from him and raised it to his mouth.

"Well. Then its decided. We pack up and move out. We need to get the water pump working and check the ship better."

Everyone nodded and Johns raised the bottle the last few centimeters and swallowed the last water loudly.

…. With Harry….

Harry is frustrated. No other word for it: frustrated and pissed off. Not only has he lost everything, his entire world, within the space of a few hours. No, he was also trapped in an unknown environment with assholes that seemed to love torturing him. Trapped between the convicts legs, in a trashed room, with no water if you wanted to be more precise.

It was really the top of a big iceberg - and right now he felt killing everyone and everything on this planet. In pure frustration he stumped his good leg onto the metal floor and gave the ceiling one of his best death glares. Without any sort of action or death situation to keep his mind occupied Harry was feeling like shit. More than that actually, like shit that shit had shit out. He leg hurt, his head hurt, his entire body was throbbing with pain.

And he couldn't use his magic, for something one this planet wanted to eat it. He wasn´t even going to think about that though, for his magic was at least still with him: although he couldn´t access it or even touch it. Harry could literally feel the hunger of the creature out there. It was licking his weary being, just waiting for him to make a mistake: so it could devour him.

It was instead his heart, his heart that was hurting most of all. With nothing to do or focus on the faces of his loved once was parading in front of him. Hermione, Ron, Teddy, Andy. His most precious people who were long gone, dead: and if his little moonsters last words were true - he, Harry James Potter, could very well be the last of his kind.

Harry was only holding it together out of spite and pride.

There was no way he was giving Johns that satisfaction. The cop would probably shoot him if he made too much noise at this point. Besides throwing a tantrum right then and there with an unconscious man above him, trapped like him, in worse shape than him shape to, surrounded by strangers who hated and feared him, didn´t seem like a nice thing to do.

It didn´t help either that the survivors was drinking the last of the water from the broken tank either. Harry suspected that Johns took great pleasure out of the whole thing, by the noise he was making about the water. Not one of the voices out there, not even the holy mans, was suggesting offering some of the last water for the prisoners. Not that Harry was greedy, he would even settle for some of Paris' booze, he just wanted something to drink.

Harry was actually starting to wonder if they all had lost their humanity with the crash. For every hour that passed, the passengers seemed to get more desperate and egoistic in their actions. The easy camaraderie that had existed in the group at the beginning was clearly starting to disappear.

Harry was actually beginning to fear for his life, and for some odd reason, that he still haven't figured out, for Riddick's too. Harry could hear the voices of the others, how they were talking about killing Riddick, hell they even talked about killing him! The fear out there was almost touchable; it was even starting to turn into hostility between different parties. Whatever had happen to the settler had made everyone even more jumpy and Harry didn´t like it. Scared and jumpy people like easy solutions and Riddick and him dead would be an easy solution. The entire situation from Harrys point of view sucked.

The only good thing was the darkness; Johns had put Riddick in one of the more shaded places on the ship, also one of the colder places. The environment was not cold by any means, but not boiling hot either, more like sultry dry air compressed in a small area. Harry could feel the sunburn on his exposed skin drying even more as a result. His nose must be deep red by now and he was not looking forward to another expedition out into the sun. Or moving at all, he was an English man, they lived in wet weather, and the sun was not a friend of his. To strand him on a planet with two suns´ that is beyond cruelty.

It wasn´t fair.

…. With Riddick ….

The first thing Riddick become aware of was the chains around his wrists. The second thing he noticed was the aching's of his body. Fuck, the beating of Johns and that dark lass has really done a number on me. Riddick thought dryly.

Riddick could imagine his face and torso, dark purple from the beating. He knew that he had fast healing, faster than most peoples, but escaping in this condition was going to be a bitch. Well at least Johns put me somewhere dark, Riddick thought mockingly. While most of his body was covered in darkness his eyes were being blinded by the sunlight streaming in from the rift in the roof.

A soft chuckle escaped his dry and splintered lips. He could actually feel a couple of broken ribs moving as an effect of the chuckle. He was going to enjoy the payback later; he was going to make them scream.

With hardly any sight and a splitting headache, Riddick tried to get a feeling of the chains strength. He clenched his muscles and put pressure on the manacles trapping him. They were holding, so was the cuffs around his boots. He hadn´t been aware of them before, Johns was smart. He had gotten a bigger pair surrounding his ankles so Riddick couldn´t feel them. If he had tried a surprise attack he would have fallen flat on his face.

Another smart move had been the chains, even the smallest movements made them clinker. Johns wasn´t pissing around anymore.

"Stop Riddick, don´t try moving. I don´t want that fucker in here anytime soon."

The voice almost made Riddick startle. He had thought himself alone in the room. The little shadows he could see wasn´t of human shape so where was the voice coming from?

"He must have hit you good. I´m down here."

Riddick lowered his head and look between his legs. There trapped on the floor was his little crazy.

Well, well. Perhaps I should spare Johns life later. What a little treat to leave to the big bad wolf, was the first thought trough Riddick mind.

With his head lowered forward he got enough shadow to get a good look at Harry. The man was clearly sunburned and dehydrated. He also seemed to be in a lot of pain. But he looked good enough to eat to Riddick. With his hair windblown, face covered in sweat and fine layer of sand, green eyes glowing in defiance and hands trapped in hug cuffs Harry reminded Riddick of a wild animal. Trapped and ready to attack.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what little crazy?"

"Like you're going to eat me, it's creepy… And I´m not crazy."

"Hmmm."

"Oh come on. Were stuck here together. Give me some slack." Harry exclaimed, pointing with his good foot at their surroundings. "And what did you do?"

"That´s a loaded word. Do what?"

"Before our last escapade I couldn´t understand any of you. But one unconscious minute with you and puff I can speak." Harry did a puff movement with his changed hand, hissing for the pain it brought. His wrist was really hurting and Harry could see blood in some places. "So again - What did you do?"

"…"

"Riddick."

"I gave you a kiss."

"…"

The look Harry gave Riddick could have killed a lesser man. But Riddick was by any means an ordinary man. For some people he wasn´t even classified human. The only thing that look did was to give Riddick a predatory smile and a warm feeling in his nether regions.

"WHAT! You gave me a kiss… "

… With Harry…

Did that man just say he KISSED him? While he was unconscious, after helping him escape? And getting severely hurt in the process!

Anger boiled inside of Harry and a red haze was starting to cover his mind. He was beyond pissed. Who the hell did this man think he was? Not only had Harry hurt himself even more helping him, the man had the audacity to accost him while he was defenseless. Hell no. The man was going down.!

Ignoring his hurting leg and aching body Harry tries to do a backflip summersault so that he can clip the bastard in the face. Unfortunately for Harry Riddick reflexes was much quicker than his. The end result was a laughing Riddick, a swearing Harry and pair of muscular legs trapping smaller ones.

Harry did not like this new position one bit. His back was bent in an uncomfortable position and his legs were hurting from the pressure Riddick had on them.

"Let go." Harry demanded though gritted teeth.

His only reply was a dark, warmth laughter and tightening of the legs. The man was enjoying this. He wasn´t even sweating!

"Riddick… let go." Harry stressed, his throat tick with anger.

"what is the magic word my little crazy?" Riddick taunted.

"I kill you?" was Harry's throw-back; Happily imagine the man's painful demise.

"Hm, no. Try again." Riddick said in a mocking voice, pressing his legs harder together making Harry whimper. Fuck, this was hurting a lot.

"…"

"I can wait."

"Please." Harry finally said, almost with a pout on his lips. That man was annoying. Riddick let go of his legs and Harry had to bit his lip to keep from crying out. His leg was on fire and he had strained his back. Fuck, why couldn´t he just get some freaking break here.

"You ok there kitten?" Harry heard Riddick ask in a calm and soft voice.

"What is it with you and nicknames. My name is Harry… not crazy, not kitten not anything but HARRY…. And I will survive…. Snowflake." Harry said in a challenging and teasing tone. Hoping to make the man regret his name-callings.

"…"

Harry smirks up at the convict. Feeling victorious. That teach him.

Riddick glares back, his face covered in different sheds of purple, brown and blue. The look made Harry felt even smugger, thinking he was triumphant in their little fight.

"You didn´t."

"I did." Harry retorted with a twisted smirk on his lips and a pleased gleam in his eyes.

"Hm." Was all the response Harry got.

Harry suddenly got really nervous. The convict's eyes had gone from shocked, too(to) angry to… well smirking. Oh shit!

"Little pretty, that will just not do. Snowflake. Hahahaha" Riddick's laughter filled the room. Harry automatically tried to free himself. He had forgotten for a couple of second that he was dealing with a predator. A dangerous one to. Suddenly without having time to move, Riddick had moved his feet so far and slammed them down upon his locked hands. Harry screamed loud and clear for a couple of milliseconds before he managed to smashed his teeth together.

Tears coming to his eyes, the pain almost making him black out for a second. Harry almost wished for it, but he refused to show weakness. The pain was like a thousand needles being stabbed into his hands. Like fire-ants had been let loose on his flesh. He could feel how the metal underneath him had bitten into his skin and yet again Harry was bleeding.

"Now little crazy. What do we say?" Riddick's voice washed over Harry like a panther stroking himself along his prey´s flank. It made him shiver. It took him two tries before he managed to make a sound.

"PLEASE." It was not a word of defiance, Harry didn´t have the willpower or the energy to be cocky. Neither did he want to anger the man even more.

SLAM. Harry screams again. Riddick's face was the only thing clear at the moment, the pain in his hands making all else disappear.

"Want to try that again?"

"I´m sorry." Harry sobbed, trying to move his hands away from the convict.

Riddick removed his feet. Harry stop trying to move his hands, now that they were free he was too afraid to move them. He just let them lay there and tried to stop the tears from falling.

"I´m sorry too little one. But I will not have ANYONE call me by any other name but Riddick. I can maybe let it slide at badass. But nothing else. It´s a survival thing." Riddick said in a soft, almost apologetic tone. His face showed almost no emotions but Harry could see a hint of regret in the man's silver-eyes.

Harry just nodded his head and bit his lip. Fuck that hurt.

…..with Riddick…

It was painful to see the little crazy crying. But Riddick had learned in his youth that if you allowed any liberties' to anyone, they would use you or get used to get to you. Riddick liked his little crazy or Harry or whatever name that fit the face below him. He was sorry for what he did, but he was not a kind man, a good man. Hell to some people he wasn´t even a man at all.

"Sorry."

Riddick's eyes betrayed him for a minute, getting large and showing shock. Then he blinked. Had he heard that or was that black-haired-girl a better puncher then he had thought?

"What?"

"I´m sorry. Forgot that you probably had a shitter time and life then me. Shouldn´t have pushed. But I really hate nicknames. Reminds me of a few of my own shitty times."

Riddick just looked stunned at the man on the floor. Harry kept on surprising him. Who in their right mind would apologize further after someone had hurt them?

The boy was getting more and more interesting. He had to make sure that Johns didn´t catch on to that fact. That merc loved to make money on interesting objects. Riddick had to stop a growl escaping his throat, the idea of Johns using his precious made burning anger settle heavy in his stomach. The man would die a horrible death before Riddick let that happened.

"Hmn, I can respect that… Harry."

Harry locked eyes with him surprised. Making his beautiful green-eyes glow in the dark room.

"You said my name. I didn´t think that was possible, that or I´m hallucinating. The latter more believable. " A heavy sigh came from the small man. Riddick could feel another chuckle starting deep in his throat. It was very probable to Riddick that Harry had surprised and amused him more than any other human had in a long time.

"I must say though. I always believed that if I started to imagine things it would have been more fantasy than just repeats of my name. How boring."

Riddick couldn´t contain his amusement. A deep laughter broke across his lips and making the atmosphere more relaxing.

Riddick finally stops laughing after a few seconds and answers the man.

"Don´t think it will be a habit, you are my little crazy. But I can be nice enough and call you Harry occasionally." Harry laugh at this and the sound make Riddick want to purr. That laughter has warmth in it that Riddick wouldn´t mind basking in.

"How's your hands, I can see them bleeding. It looks rough." Riddick says, his eyes focused on Harrys hands, the smell of the blood makes him uncomfortable. He had to make a stand, sure, but he felt as if it were wrong that the little one was bleeding. This protective feelings was new to him, but not unwelcomed. It felt nice to find another odd spirit in this existence. Even for Riddick the badass space could be a lonely place.

"Yeah I´m bleeding, but then so what? I have wounds everywhere. But just so you know, I'm going to return that favor. Just so we are even." The resolved glare Riddick got just made him chuckle. Harry was without a doubt the most fascinating person Riddick met. He knew it was something behind those eyes. Waiting, lurking. Something dangerous. And if Riddick got what he wanted little crazy would soon show him.

Because for the first time in forever he believe himself to have found a pack-member. It wasn't the looks he got that told him, nor was it the words spoken. Harry´s whole being was screaming predator as well as prey. He was not a weakling but he was not a strong fighter. He was a survivor in the purest form and for every passing second he become more and more valuable to Riddick. Why he didn't know. A human would think and question. But Riddick wasn´t just a human, he was more – he was an animal. Animal didn't question pack-members; they either accepted them or killed them.

Both of the men´s attention was suddenly focused on their prison's opening, they could hear someone approaching. Their steps soft and distant, but clearly moving in their direction. Riddick couldn't help to wander why no one had come before. In the last few minutes both he and Harry hade made a LOT of noises.

"They drank all of the water before." Harry said, his face turned towards the opening. Riddick could see his neck-muscle straining in the soft light. The man had closed his wrist and had started moving into a relaxed position. Trying to imitate a helpless kitten. But Riddick could see that Harry´s arms where tense and his legs was planted so that he could deliver a swift kick to any threat. He liked what he saw. The boy would not go down without a fight.

In response to Harrys sentence Riddick made a soft twist of his head, choosing not to speak. Harry most have seen in from the corner of his eyes for he soon developed his sentence.

"They didn´t even care about us. Hell! Johns made it a thing to swallow and speak as loud as possible. We are expendable in our current situation and you presumably offing one of their hasn't helped us either."

Riddick only smirked. The merc just loved his little games. Turning weak-minded humans against the more powerful being.

"How could you hear them? From what I can detect, they are sitting on the other side of the ship." He asks, hardly moving his lips. He could see Harry straining to hear his words. The man did not willingly turn his focus from the door.

"They weren´t before. Johns and the group sat just outside the north wall. Slightly to the left behind you. But the suns got too hot so they moved around the time we started fighting." Harry explained. Riddick was glad that someone had made the effort to track the weaklings, but it felt weird to trust someone else's words over his own observance.

"They will not trust us Riddick, but somehow we must make ourselves useful to them, not even Johns' weird obsession with you is going to help in the long run."

Riddick only nodded. Agreeing with Harry. The situation as it was did not have the best outcome for them. Besides himself Riddick was determined that Harry would make it; from himself the little man was the only other one even close to being an asset and an ally. The creatures that were moving be below them would be a good way to stir the pot. Making their situation more attractive. He didn´t know quite what they were, but hunters-behavior was a certainty: And that Riddick knew how to handle in his favor. But to do that a show was needed. The merc and the Cap both needed to be spooked. Speaking in their defense against the other little sheep.

"Crazy, I´ve a plan. But that means that you going to suffer some more and having to trust me. It´s not going to be pretty. I need to know if you can handle it."

Harry didn´t answer at first, the step had grown closer and only seconds remained before the person would be at their door. Riddick could see him thinking. Weighing the good and the bad. Suddenly Harry turned his head and locked eyes with the murderer.

"You make me feel safe for some reason. I don´t know why, you just feel familiar. Like we have met before and that I can trust you. Go for it, I will be patient and play along. "

Riddick was speechless. It had been many years since someone had trusted him enough to feel somewhat safe. A part of him knew that Harry didn´t really feel safe enough with him to trust him with others' lives. But by the look in his crazy's eyes Riddick got a strong feeling that Harry would find it no problem to entrust himself to him. Even if the man cost him pain in the process.

And with that message Riddick knew that no matter what, if someone tried to get between him and his interesting little friend THEY WOULD DIE.

"Then little crazy I guess were a pack." Riddick answered, making his voice a soft whisper in the air. Just before someone entered their prison Riddick threw out one last sentence, signaling that it was time to play another little game.

"Showtime"

It was the last thing uttered by the two men for in the next instant Johns was entering the room, bringing with him a dark mood. Riddick had to lower his head to stop his smirk from showing.

perfect He purred in his mind.

…with Johns…..

When Johns enters the made-up prison room the first thing he notices is Harry's tear streaked face and slack body: The position between the convicts legs and the heavy atmosphere. The merc feels satisfied. Just as he had hoped, Riddick had shone the crazy-one the badass side. Now, even if Harry didn´t like him, there was no chance that he would side with the murderer. The more people on his side the better. And even if the kid was a handful, he did have some really fine assets. Assets Johns wouldn´t mind exploring later. He didn´t believe it to be too hard to get Harry: The boy was clearly exhausted, beaten and pushed to his limit. Some kind words and a bit of protection and he would be a beautiful plaything, if they survived that is.

Johns approached the prisoners calmly and with assured steps. He knew he was the top-dog in this scenario.

"So Riddick, up to same old same old. Though I have to say, nice trick with the body. What did you do? Stuff him down a dome, or what?" Johns said, looking at the chained person before him. He had the urge to clap. By the tales of the other Riddick had managed to kill and hide the body in just a few minutes before Shazza got there. Impressive achievements, even for him.

Riddick only shakes his head and a dark laughter spills across the rooms. Johns hate the shiver of fear he gets. He hates when anything Riddick does gets to him.

"Johns, Johns, Johns. Perhaps you should take it easy. After all it is not like a good copper to jump to conclusions." Johns feels bead of sweat starting to appear at his left temple. fucker.

"Oh! If my assumptions is wrong, do kindly tell me the truth." Johns snarks, taking another step closer, coming up just below Harry´s legs. He gives a quick glance at the helpless man on the floor. The bruised face is turned towards one of the ships walls. Clearly Harry held no interest in the ongoing discussion. Quickly dismissing the man Johns lifts his head and almost steps back.

Riddick cold and shining eyes is staring into his. Challenging him. Johns don´t get it. It is like the convict is warning him, telling him to back off. What the smeacks* been going on in here?

With a deep sounded growl Riddick starts to talk. Johns hardly hears what he says. The deadly eyes that is staring into his has him in survival-mode. He was almost too afraid to move. But he does finally break eyes when Riddick starts laughing at him. Shaking his head like a wet dog Johns stares at Riddick bitterly.

"What did you say." He snarls through clenched teeth. His hand itching to reach for the gun.

"I said you fucker: It ain´t me that is the murderer here. " Riddick repeats, a clear victorious glint in his eyes. He knows he got one up on him know. Johns repeats to himself for a couple of seconds that the asshole is worth more alive, then dead. But the next words out of the trapped man both infuriates Johns and make him go into a sea of fear and cold seats.

"Something else took the settler. Something big, quick and HUNGRY." The only thing Johns can think is shit. Riddick is a good killer, but he is known for telling the truth. He doesn't lie as much as he spins the truth to his benefit. This could mean seriously trouble ahead.

"Then how come you are the only one who speaks of this monsters. And besides, wouldn´t Zeke had spotted something big and hungry-looking before he was killed?!" Johns reply automatically and in defense. It wasn´t like they needed anything else to worry about.

"He, like you, ventured into a situation like a lamb for slaughter. Do tell me Johns how is that back of yours. Aching, hmm!"

Hot, red and deadly anger settle over Johns. Before he thinks he is close to Riddick and shoves the end of his gun into his stomach. Hard.

"It's just fine, no problem. Do tell me Riddick, now that we sharing and all, how much time did the little brats have to say goodbye to you. I mean, before they bled to death? Hmm" Johns replies calmly in a hushed tone, only meant for his and Riddick ears. The anger that flashes in the man´s eyes brings a cold smile to Johns lips. Two can play that game Riddick.

"Fucker." Was the thick reply, from stiff lips. Johns could practically feel the man´s pain. In a nonchalant manner he, yet again, raised his shotgun. Another firm hit to Riddick's stomach. The convict bends over, even lower than before, and grunts.

Harry, for the first time since Johns entered, gifts the cop with his attention. His emerald green eyes flashes and Johns can feel himself stiffening in his pants. Man! That boy looks fine pissed off and bruised.

Johns then notices his placement. His standing I little bit over Harry's body. His feet planted just shy of Riddick´s. The boy trapped underneath their bodies. Chained, tired and bruised. Johns can´t remember when he moved into the position, but it´s not an unwanted place to be at he reckons. Well, that is, until Harry´s body slitters - that´s the only word that comes to Johns mind; slitters. The crazed man-boy has without him noticing, and by Riddick's surprise look hadn't either, managed to worm himself into a half-crouched state in just a few sort seconds. With one leg (The wounded one Johns think: the one he hit before) half underneath him to give him thrust and the other bent upwards in a half-position.

Johns give a startle yell, understanding in mili-seconds what Harry plans to do. But he is too late. The blinding pain from Harry´s kick sends him stumbling backwards. Cursing and holding his precious jewels. The rifle lays forgotten on the floor, dropped by the surprised attack, just shy of Harrys left side. Neither he nor Riddick can get to it, they don´t even try.

Johns can´t be concerned by it either. The pain has him crying and he really can´t be bothered by anything else just now but his pain. He´s bent over with half of his back resting on a beam. Just trying to make the pain go away. His swears is the only thing in the room. Not even Riddick is saying anything.

When Johns thinks he can move again he straightens up. He takes a few deep breaths and with a cold and deadly glint in his eyes he move towards Harry. Promising pain in his every step.

Riddick tries to say something but Johns doesn't listen. He only has eyes for Harry. The little men obviously knows what's coming. He´s trying to make himself as small as possible.

Johns just grunts and lift his right leg. He tries to avoid making his goods move, but he is without question going to make the brat pay for that. He rams his foot down over Harry´s arm that is laying half over his chest and half over his face. He is saddened when he doesn't hear a crack or a scream. So he lifts his foot again.

Suddenly a loud noise echoes in the room, startling Harry and Johns. Riddick doesn't even lift his head. It is solemnly focused on the man below him. Cold hatred burning in their pits and it is promising certain death. Johns misses it for his head has wipped around and is staring on the small body that is crouched on a half-fallen stair in the east corner. Only visible in the soft light coming from a hole in the roof left of him.

Jack.

Jack had shouted for him to stop. Johns' next kick is stopped by the surprise appearance. He hadn´t known that the kid had followed him. Nor that he apparently had been eavesdropping. Johns takes a calming breath and steps away from the imprisoned men. He looks at Jack and tries to give an apologetic smile.

"Sorry for that kid. Got a bit blinded their by the pain. Hope I didn´t scare you? How long were you their anyway?"

Jack just looking at him with big and scared eyes. After a few second Johns can see him swallowing hard and how he tries to reply.

"I. I … I can´t b-believe t-that you did that. He just w-wanted you to back off. R-Riddick hasn´t d-d-done anything to YOU. He told you what he SAW." Towards the end the kid almost standing up and pointing an accusing finger at Johns. Rightful indignation shining of his youthful face. His cheeks puffed up and eyes shining. Holy… Why the hell do kids keep interfering in my effing business all the time?Johns thought exasperated. Annoyance creeping upon him, but he tried to keep calm.

"Look Jack. You don´t know this man, this killer. Nor do you now the crazy man. I´m doing my best to protect you. Ok, I may have gone a bit too far. But there have just been a murde…" Johns tried to say with a sweet, calming voice. He needed to control this situation. Now. Jack had from the beginning smart mouthed everything he did and had a creepy fascination with Riddick. If He didn´t get him to calm down and listen that kid would be a constant torn in his side later.

"Protect ME! Riddick said there was a monster so there is a monster. What more do you need? An effing map? And besides, it's not like Harry did anything bad. You were sexually harassing Riddick. He was just defending him. "

Awkward silence fell over the room. Johns just closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers to his temples, trying to soothe his sudden headache. Harry was just staring openmouthed at the kid. Shock clear for all to see. And Riddick… Riddick wasn´t paying attention at all Johns noticed when he opened his eyes. The murderers back was by this point the only visible thing to Johns. His face in total darkness, where only his eyes shone from time to time in the soft light.

Johns give Riddick a final sneer and quickly turns around. Focusing solely on Jack. Tacking a few cautious steps towards him, only stopping to lift up his rifle. Giving Harry one last look over and when Jack doesn't focus on the prisoners anymore presses his booted leg hard into injured man's side. He only hears a soft grunt coming from the man behind him.

"Jack. That not it. He is clearly lying. This is Riddick. I know him better then you. Trust me. I´m only want you to be safe. Ok, now come on. Talk to me." Johns said in a slick voice. But Jack sees his approach and scrambles up the stair and into a dark hole above his head. Clearly not trusting the cop. Running without a doubt back towards Fry and the others. Shit. This ain´t going to look good. Johns thinks desperately.

Johns quickly spins around and hurries out the door. Hoping to get to the others before him. Leaving behind a further wounded Harry and a pissed off Riddick.

After Johns left silence falls over the room. Neither Riddick or Harry says anything. Harry out of pain and tiredness, Riddick out of anger and a need to listen. He can hear Johns heated mumblings with the other survivors. Unfortunately he can´t hear full sentences. Just some words, some of the survivors are louder than others. The loudest is unsurprisingly Shazza.

He can guess though, what they are saying. They are after all just mundane people, nothing new to expect of them, so Riddick wasn´t too worried. Johns is probably trying to intensify the others fear of him, but Jack's eavesdropping leaves him no room with the truth. The merc must love that.

So it´s the waiting game. Sooner or later a decision will be made; hopefully it is to their benefit and not the weaklings. Riddick is well aware that it will in the end be up to Fry, she is the only other authority figure out there. Lucky for him, she seems to have a… women problem when it comes to him. Riddick couldn't stop himself from smirking at that thought. The woman was practically sweating lust at the mere mention of him. She would be easy one to play later.

For the next hour there is no talk between the trapped men. Harry is in too much pain and Riddick wants to spare him the trouble of talking. He uses the time to track the movements and happenings outside. It takes a total of two hours before someone is brave enough to approach their room again. And to Riddick´s pleasure it is Fry´s step he hears in the corridors. He has a hard time not smirking.

Riddick subtlety nudges Harry. When the man's eyes lock´s unto his he gives a head nudge towards the door.

"Time for part two kitten. Try not to make any noises."

Harry just nods and breaks eye contact.

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Finally done with the next chapter. Hope you enjoy :D

A thank you to everyone that has encouraged me to keep writing, some part was driving me mad... And a Standing ovation to my beta for the hard work with my text. So many miss-spellings to correct.

*Swearwords not familiar in the text (Of Potter-verse/Riddick-verse/English grammar) is ones I have made up myself. Perhaps a bit lacking in imagination, but I want to keep the alien-feeling alive…

This chapter may differentiate a lot from previous ones. Both in storytelling as well as layout. I have taking a lot of time to get the chapter exactly as I want it. In the process a lot of thing was tried.