(Authors Note : OH MAN HAS IT BEEN FOREVER OR WHAT? Did you guys miss me? I'm so sorry, I got so old since the last update, huh? Huh? I published that in 04- it's 07 now! Holy moo cow! Anyway, I tried to finish this for a while, but now It's time. I love you guys.)

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She walked over and gently perched on his knee, looking at him, "Tell me Riddick, where are we going to go?"

He was silent for a long moment, not pulling his metallic-gaze from the monitor for a long while. Finally he turned his eyes to her and shrugged his large shoulders, "I suppose wherever this ship takes us, kid."

She glared poutingly, "Don't call me kid, you just did me, are you a pedophile?"

Riddick snorted, a smirk passing his full lips, "Would that honestly surprise you, Jack?"

She made a face, "Stop, before I get sick."

He gave her a hearty clap on the back with his paw of a hand, sliding his thumb over her back gently, "Sorry, I guess I gotta get used to calling you sugar tits or something."

Her face blanched into a look of pure shock, unable to believe the nickname, "Did you just-…sugar tits. Honestly Riddick, is that the best you can come up with?"

"Hey you just let my nicknames be." He jerked her back against his chest, kissing her neck. The movement was reminiscent of an animal showing dominance over it's territory, and it was exciting. Jack felt herself quiver a bit and she pulled her neck back. She was breathing heavy and Riddick didn't understand the motion.

He could smell the arousal between her thighs, so why did she stop him?

"Got an issue, Jack?" he eyed her.

"Riddick you can't expect to have sex with me over and over without any sort of protection, you've gotta think about this before you act. What if I got pregnant? A kid would slow us down, not to mention our days would be filled with-" she paused to clear her throat, "-Daddy, Daddy! Daddy I love you, Daddy whatcha doing, Daddy, Daddy I love you, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Jack said in her best children's voice.

Riddick stared at her for a long moment, "Point taken, I don't want any kids; But you can call me Daddy anytime you want." He grinned.

She laughed, "Ew Riddick, that's almost as bad as sugar tits."

"Ain't nothin' wrong with sugar tits."

"It sounds like a cheap candy."

"You're a cheap candy." He mumbled defensively.

She gasped, "That was uncalled for." Jack stood, to leave.

Riddick jerked her back down to him easily, nibbling her ear, "Sit down Jack, you ain't gonna get big with me."

She shivered and mumbled incoherently, trying to pull away again.

He stopped her with his strength, closing his eyes and nuzzling his head right up into the crook of her neck. Her hair was wet against his face, and she smelled so good.

Like flowers…Like, Like cotton. Like cotton and sweat and tears. What?

Riddick grimaced, opening his eyes to darkness. Darkness that he could not see within. When he was beginning to grow confused, he pulled his head back, realizing his face was stuffed against his pillow. A few, rare tears were lingering on his face, and he wiped them off quickly.

His movements were awkward as he lumbered up into a sitting position, looking around his lavish bedroom. The room was full of wonderful things, expensive gifts, rare cloths, glamorous weapons. All the perks of being a Necromancer Ruler. He lowered his gaze to the cold floor, nearly as cold as he was. Slowly he raised his large hands to his face, burying it in them. His chest heaved as he tried to regain his composure. A dream, all of it, a fucking dream! He stood angrily and stormed to the large mirror, looking at himself in it, "This isn't how it's supposed to go!"

He raged around in front of the mirror, pacing before turning towards his reflection and smashing it with a large fist. Riddick slowly crumpled to his knees among the pieces of broken glass, closing his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Jack…I'm too late…," he whispered, images of her last moments flashing before him.

The mighty necromancer lowered his forehead to rest on the cold floor, tears threatening to spill over finally. Once and for all, the amazing Richard B. Riddick was helpless to his past.

(OH I'm a HEART BREAKER ( I wonder how many people I pissed off with this killer. Probably not many, my regular readers probably got lives Well Good news to those of you who don't like this ending, my myspace is add me and I'll make a Tainted Angel group, and if I get enough response for a sequel, I'll try and produce another story. I'll have to rest the movies and watch them again to get really in the mood but hey. I'm willing to try. R&R please. Goodbye for now)