I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.

I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.

The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting.

Try to kill it all away, bit I remember everything.

What have I become, my sweetest friend,

Everyone I know goes away in the end.

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt,

I will let you down, I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear.

You are someone else, I am still right here.

~Hurt by Trent Reznor~

Carolyn exited the bath with Riddick right on her heels. Entering the living area of their new quarters she saw Vaako standing near a sideboard as food was being laid out and noticed a thin middle aged man sitting on a couch. Once he saw them he stood wringing his hands in front of him. Carolyn looked at Vaako who had noticed them as well.

"Your Doctor" he said with a smirk planting himself against a chair.

She looked behind her to see a shirtless Riddick standing with his arms crossed over his chest. She rolled her eyes sighing and walked towards the Doctor with an outstretched hand.

"Hello, I'm Carolyn," she said introducing herself. "Thank you so much for agreeing to see us."

"Roman R. Ogilvie, M.D." he stated taking her hand and bowing slightly over it.

"Ogilvie. You wouldn't by chance be related to a Paris P. Ogilvie would you?" Carolyn inquired.

"Why yes, actually I am. He was my cousin. Unfortunately he died in an accident a few years back. Did you know him?"

"Yes, I had the opportunity to spend some time with him. You remind me a lot of him." She smiled sadly at him. "Mr. Ogilvie, this is Riddick. As you can see he has a nasty looking gash that needs attended to."

Riddick brought his attention back to Carolyn when he heard his name. He had been inspecting the room with his eyes while she was making small talk with the Doc. The room still had a smell of death to it but it appeared to have been cleaned and there was a sideboard of food waiting on them.

Carolyn introduced the doctor. Riddick shook his hand and gave a teeth-showing smile. "Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer," He told the high-strung little man. It must run in the family he thought.

"Richard!" Carolyn said in a stern voice.

"I'll be good," he replied with a smirk.

She turned away from them as the doctor took charge of Riddick. Turning towards the sideboard she noticed that Vaako had changed out of his armor into what she assumed was a casual outfit made of the same material as her dress. She shuddered, what was it with these people and dead things.

She found the booze on a small table next to the food and started pouring drinks. Both Riddick and Vaako watched her. Riddick because he was worried about her state of mind. Vaako because he was fascinated by their behavior. He was still amazed that she was attached and loyal to Riddick and that he seemed to feel the same way. He was gruffly affectionate with her and the care that he had shown her since the death of the girl was surprising. He watched her carry a drink to Riddick and set it on the table next to him. Their eyes locked and his eyebrow rose in question.

"In case you need it."

Walking back over for the other two glasses she made her way to Vaakos side and offered him one. "No thank you Mistress," he told her stiffly while keeping an eye on Riddick who looked like he was ready to kill.

"Your loss" she told him and threw her head back draining the glass. She walked back to the bottle of whiskey draining her own glass on the way and poured another. She saluted him with her glass, "My thanks to whoever found this though. I haven't had this brand in years."

Riddick who had been watching stood abruptly. "We're finished here," he told the doctor not taking his eyes off of Carolyn as she downed yet a third drink. He was at her side in a second and never heard the doctor leave.

"Why don't we fix a plate and have some dinner?"

"Alright," she replied looking at Vaako as she answered.

"You need to leave," Riddick told him.

Vaako nodded his head in their direction and spun on his heel heading towards the door closing it behind him.

Riddick made them each a plate and steered her towards a table that had been set up for dining. He found a pitcher of water and poured her a glass setting it in front of her.

They ate in silence each lost in their thoughts until Riddick finally broke the silence.

"She was going by the name of Kyra now."

Carolyn lowered her eyes. "Oh, I had no idea she was so unhappy with her name." she said softly.

"I think she was just a very confused young girl Carolyn."

She nodded. "Are you finished?" she asked, motioning towards the table.

"Yes, thank you."

"I need to speak to the guards. I'll be right back."

She walked to the doors and knocked lightly upon one of them. Riddick watched as the door swung open and one of the Necros from earlier stepped halfway in the room. He couldn't hear what was being said so simply settled for sitting back and watching.

"Mistress, Butcher is staying with the girls tonight and I have first watch," Kilo told her. "Let us know if you need anything."

Carolyn clasped his hand. "I will, thank you. He's going to want explanations tomorrow."

"We know mistress. We'll be ready."

"Goodnight Kilo." She said softly to his retreating back as he gently closed the door.

Carolyn rolled her head around on her neck and then turned back to Riddick. Walking next to his chair she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"

"Of course." He stood and followed her back into the bedroom.

Carolyn undressed and lay huddled against Riddick in the large bed, her thoughts and emotions all over the place. That beautiful, strong, little girl that she had known had grown up without her and now she was gone. She and Riddick were the lone survivors of that godforsaken planet they called Hell. He held her in his arms as she cried herself to sleep grieving over all they had lost.

After she fell asleep Riddick got up and lit a small lamp in the corner. They had always left one burning in their house on the planet. He undressed and crawled under the covers with her. Even with his shined eyes he could see the tracks that the tears had left on her face. He had never been very good at expressing his emotions and she had always taken it in stride. While struggling with Kyra's death as well, he also needed to be able to protect this newly formed family from the many threats on this ship. Those he knew about and those he didn't. But he would deal with that tomorrow. He drew Carolyn up to his side and wrapped an arm around her waist. Stroking her hair he thought about how much he had missed this. It felt good. He had not been able to sleep comfortably and without concern for a long time. Safe, with her in his arms, he could at last relax and let the darkness take him.