Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving Pitch Black.

Author's Note: Normally, I'm a Riddick/Carolyn shipper, but I thought this would be fun to do. Be patient, chapters will come if I get reviews.

Chapter 1

He tried to leave me behind once we got to Mecca. Imam had gone off by himself in search for new pupils to replace the ones that were lost on that nightmare of a planet, so he was not an option. Wasn't like I wanted to go with the Holy Man anyway. I wanted to stay with Riddick, but he just told me that he would get me into trouble. I told him I needed a little trouble in my life. Riddick laughed at that.

Anyway, he left me at churches and a couple of group homes, until he finally got the message that I could escape from anywhere I was imprisoned, and track him down. Guess I'm as good as him now that I got experience under my belt. Yeah, if I could afford one, that is.

So now, I'm sitting in the middle of the dingiest place I've ever seen; and that's saying something since I'd been on my own since I was five. At least it has running water.

Waiting for Riddick to come home every morning has been a regular occurrence. I have to stay wherever he puts me, because it's too dangerous to go out by myself. Like I follow that rule. I think I can handle myself more than he thinks I can.

After my little adventure for the night is over, I return to what's usually a different hotel before he gets back and finds me gone.

I never know what he does all night; and he never talks about it. But, whatever happens, he always comes back with money. If it's a good night, Riddick brings back around five-hundred bucks. When this happens, he usually spends some money on clothes for me. He claims that if I get too raggedy-looking, people will start to notice; and he can't have that. Rule number one: stay under the radar.

We used to stay in places that was warm all year around, because if you weren't sure you were going to sleep in a building or not, you didn't want to freeze to death. However, as time went on, we gradually started moving north. When I asked why, Riddick said I needed to start wearing a jacket. When I questioned him further, he explained that I needed to hide 'those curves of yours.'

I realized that I had started to be careless about how I looked. My hair had grown out down to my ears, and I had worn as few clothes as I could pull off since it was so hot. That all changed once we got further north. Riddick bought me some baggier clothes and a jacket, and made me cut my hair. I made it look a little girlish, but it's still real short so as not to attract any unwanted attention.

The mischievous part of me sometimes wonders if he makes me look like a boy to avoid temptation.