Jack sat in her room listening to some music, and studying her school books. Only a year left of flight school and she'd be a licensed pilot. She owed it all to Riddick too. Without him she would have died on that god forsaken planet. Even if she had lived she really had had little future. Maybe running some more, maybe with some foster family but nothing that could make her truly happy, and no real freedom.

Iman was on another of his trips to Old Mecca to talk to his old buddies. He would be away for almost half a year this time. He always wary about leaving her alone with Riddick, but after all this time Iman was finally getting used to an idea that Jack had got a long time ago. The fact that Riddick wasn't all that bad if you were on his good list. Which both of them were for one reason or another. She was very grateful for that too.

She heard the door open and knew Riddick was home. She jumped out of her seat and went to greet him like she had for the past 5 years.

They had a secret little routine. Every day when Riddick got home Jack would greet him at the door jumping at him like a little puppy sometimes, or just ask him about his day. He would tell her something short and simple. She would get him a drink most likely alcoholic. He would drink and they would watch TV, have dinner then go to bed. This all happened after Iman went to sleep thinking Jack was safely tucked in her bed.

That routine had been broken a few times by short lived girlfriends Riddick had picked up. Jack had looked at each one and laughed. She knew none of them were good enough to be his forever one. Riddick was using them for one night rides, not that Jack personally minded. She knew Riddick was human and had…needs.

She smiled reminiscing about the time they spent together as she raced for the door. She found something there that made her gasp. Riddick in the door way sliding on his own blood leaning on the door frame. Blood was flowing out of leg as well as his mouth. His eyes were wild with pain, but determined none the less.

He was holding his goggles in his hand, since it was dark outside he didn't need them in this lightless neighborhood.

She went over and took his arm. She would have asked what happened, but didn't have to, she knew. Mostly likely he got into some kind of fight. He most have won, or he won't be here right now. She kicked the door closed as she helped him get to the couch. She sighed her dreams of piloting suddenly put on hold.

You and me
We come from different worlds
You like to laugh at me
When I look at other girls