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Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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My Precious

Author:
Donna Lynn

E-mail: donnalynn@darkangelsfanfic.com

Status: Incomplete

Word Count: 3,304

Category: Drama/Angst/Romance

Spoilers/Rumors: References from �Pitch Black� and �The Chronicles of Riddick�

Rating: NC-17

Content Warning: Language, violence and sexual content.

Summary: After escaping the eclipsed planet Riddick takes Imam and Jack to New
Mecca but leaves for everyone�s safety. Over the next five years Riddick
ventures from planet to planet while keeping tabs on Imam and Jack. One
day�Riddick decides to return�what will happen?

Author's Note: Okay, Jack will be referred to as Kyra for the majority of the
story. She changed her name after Riddick left as a way of coping with the
change she needed to make in her life. Also, I know in The Chronicles of
Riddick Imam said that she never forgave Riddick for leaving but I�m gonna
ignore that. Let�s pretend she wasn�t angry that Riddick left and was more
understanding about his situation. Now, I�ve noticed there�s always a dispute
on how old each of these characters are? In Pitch
Black Jack was at least eleven or twelve. In The Chronicles of Riddick Kyra
mentioned she was twelve when she went looking for Riddick so I�m gonna go with
twelve when Pitch Black happened. We�re assuming that Riddick only stayed a
very short time after getting to New Mecca. So at the start of the story she�ll
be twelve and when Riddick comes back she�ll be seventeen. Now Riddick�s age is
a mystery it�s never mentioned how old he is in either movie. So, that leaves
the question�how old should we make him? I�m gonna go with the actual actors
age, Vin Diesel�s age. When Pitch Black came out Vin Diesel was thirty-three so
that would make him thirty-eight when he returns to New Mecca after five years.
That leaves a twenty-one year age difference between them in my story. If
you�ve got a problem with that then do not go beyond this point.

Pairing: Riddick/Kyra

Disclaimer: The characters of "Pitch Black and The Chronicles of Riddick" do not belong to
me. So DO NOT sue me!

Five years�it�s a long time not seeing
the one thing in the universe you give a damn about�a long time not to hear
their laugh�see their smile�the one thing able to bring me back from darkness�a
kid�Jack. From the moment I saw her I was intrigued...don�t really know why�she
was cute. She fooled the rest of the crew into thinking she was a boy�but I
knew better�I could smell her�her baggy clothes and bald head only hid the
surface of her true identity. But her scent was something she couldn�t hide.
That natural scent every woman had�
Thirteen survived the crash�but only
three made it out alive�myself included�took two people off that planet�a holy
man, Imam�and a kid, Jack, who portrayed herself as a boy just to keep everyone
off her ass�smart kid�the universe is no place for a twelve year old girl
traveling alone.
We made if off that hell planet and made
it to the nearest spaceport. The holy man was on his way to Helion Prime before
everything went to shit�so we just followed his plan. I went along�to make sure
they made it alright�another moment where I wondered what the fuck I was
doing�why did I give a shit where they went from there�so I went with them.
I�ve got one word to describe Helion Prime�bright�too fucking bright for my
taste. Holy man agreed to take Jack in�keep her safe�I only stayed long enough
to make sure they would be alright�then get the hell out of dodge. The kid
didn�t take it so well�but in the end she sucked it up and understood why it
had to be�
Five�long�years�wonder what she�s been up
too�
Kyra
made her way inside the house she shared with Imam. It was a late Thursday
afternoon and Imam attended the New Meccan council meetings and was often late.
She made her way to her room and put her things away and changed into something
more comfortable. A pair of hip hugging jeans and a white tank top that
complimented her tanned skin she acquired since living on New Mecca. To look at
her now you would never believe she could have pulled off acting as a boy in
her younger years. She was around five foot-seven with a curvy, fit figure. She
worked out every day before and after school to keep herself
in perfect shape. She ate the right foods and never drank anything except milk
and water and maybe the occasional sweat tea. She pulled her long curly brown
hair into a tight ponytail and made her way into the kitchen to fix a small
bite to eat. She wouldn�t cook dinner till later that way Imam wouldn�t have to
eat warmed up food. She wouldn�t want cold food that she�d have to heat in the
microwave or oven so she tried to wait as late as possible before cooking so it
would be fresh.
She
grabbed an apple and a knife from the drawer and went to cutting it into
sections. Life with Imam was better than she thought it would be. She came to
appreciate the roof over head, the clothes on her back, the food on the table
and the best education anyone could ask for. Her life had turned out better
than she could ever imagine, except�he wasn�t there�Riddick.
She
plopped herself down on a barstool with a sigh and let her thoughts drift to
him. Riddick�her knight with a shine job, she couldn�t help but smirk at her
own analogy. It felt like a shiv was shoved into her heart the day he left. Her
tears of sadness fell for days�but the pain did get better. Over and over she
reminded herself how dangerous it was for him to stay. Eventually some random
merc would have shown up and either killed him or more horribly herself or
Imam. Other than Imam and Carolyn he was the only person who ever showed
concern for her well being and for that she was forever grateful.
She only
hoped one day he would come back�prayed for it every single day�
�It�s
been five years Kyra�he probably wouldn�t even recognize you,� she sighed to
herself as she popped an apple slice into her mouth. She wondered all the time
what it would have been like if he stayed. Minus the mercs, cops and anything
that came with the territory of being an escaped convict. What was he up too?
Where was he? Was he close by? Was he back in the slam? Was he even still
alive? So many questions ran through her mind.
�Kyra?�
She
jumped at the sound of Imam�s concerned voice and chuckled at how startled she
was. �Imam, you scared me,� then she realized he was home early. �Oh God you�re
home early you should have called and I would�ve got supper ready before�� she
stopped as he motioned for her to stop.
��it is
alright,� he said tiredly. �I was not feeling well so I adjourned early.� He
sat across from her and took his glasses off to rub his tired eyes.
Kyra
titled her head and watched him carefully. He looked like he hadn�t slept
enough the night before. It was obvious something was on his mind. Five years
was a long time to get to know someone and she could read every one of his
expressions like a book. �Why don�t I start dinner while you take a quick nap,�
she suggested softly.
He shook
his head, �Do not trouble yourself with such a task.�
He reached over and took an apple slice. �This will suit me just fine.� He
smiled a genuine smile making her smile in return. He loved to see her smile it
was such a beautiful smile.
They sat
in silence for a few moments until Imam broke the silence. �What were you so
deep in thought about?� he asked curious as to how he was able to get so close
before she realized he was near. A slight blush flushed her cheeks and he knew
immediately. Must have been thinking of
Riddick he gathered.
�I was
thinking about him,� she admitted very quietly as if he would punish her for
it. �I was just wondering what he might be doing right now, where he was, or if
he was even still alive�wondering if he was ever gonna come back.�
Imam
sighed silently looking away briefly. �Riddick is a survivor�I am sure he is
well,� he did not know what else to say. Riddick was a difficult subject for
her.
�I�ve
thought about trying to track him down but I know that could draw unwanted
attention his way so�� she trailed off resting her right foot on the seat of
the barstool.
�Do you
believe he is alive?� he asked quietly.
She
stared off into space for a moment before she answered, �Yes.�
�Do you
believe he will return some day?� he asked curiously.
She met
his eyes and smiled, �Do you believe in God?�
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