Author's note: Riddick does not share my bed therefore I do not own him. I know it's sad isn't it?

This is a song fic (my first real song fic). The song is Going Under by Evanescence.

Just so you all know, Riddick took Jack with him; he didn't leave her on New Mecca. For the past five years they have been planet hopping, settling where they can for as long as they can. Jack is now 20 (to me she was 15 when PB happened).

Going Under

Jack looked around the nearly empty apartment. This was the third planet they had set up shop on in a year. As always she thought that this time it would be different, that he would come home after his jobs and smell like nothing but sweat, blood, and murder. She smiled at the thought; she had fallen in love with him and the combination of those scents was normal to her, even sexy. Her bubble had been popped though when he came home one night, a month after settling in, and reeked of JD and whore.

Jack looked over at the small clock next to the bed they shared. It was time for her to save herself from this hell. She loved him but she could feel her soul dying. Jack gathered her one black duffel bag that she had packed soon after he left for the night. She moved to the kitchen and sat down. She wouldn't be like him; she would "talk" to him. The words flowed from the pen as if her thoughts were being instantly transferred to the page.

Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50,000 tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
Going under

The images of the countless Mercs that had come to their many "homes" flooded her mind. If she every joined society again she could become an actress. She'd become so good at lying that she even continued to fool herself about their relationship. Of course some of the nastier ones wouldn't take her deceptions, but always took her "offers". A single tear slid down her cheek, blurring the word it landed on. He always asked if anyone had come by and she would only say that she got rid of them.

Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once, wake up for once

Wiping the trail of wetness off her cheek, she continued. She was determined and she couldn't stop now. If Riddick had taught her anything it was that survival was the most important instinct. For years she had relied on him to save her, to be her survival instinct but now it was time for her to take the reins.

Not tormented daily, defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reach the bottom

Jack thought back to all the nights they had "shared" together for the past five years. Since they escaped that hellish nightmare of a planet he had comforted her during the night. When her nightmares had stopped, they were already deep into their routine of sharing the bed. Neither had suggested that they change this. But in the last two years, Jack began to wish she had spoken up. Daily he would climb into "their" bed after showering. Lying on his back with the bed directly in front of him, he could see everything that went on in the room. He would allow Jack to curl her body close to his and rest her head on his chest. Most nights he would pull her close and leave his arm draped around her body. Every morning Jack would wake up and be defeated by him, knowing that his small signs of affection were merely routine, mechanical.

I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through, I'm
Going under

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore

Jack lifted her head and looked around the apartment once more. One the small coffee table was the one and only picture of Richard B. Riddick in the known universe that he had given permission to take. It had been taken a year and a half ago on the vacation planet, R'gerillian. The "trip" there had been a mixture of truth and lies. At the time there was a crew of Mercs that they couldn't shake with their constant planet hopping. Riddick had suggested a vacation to which Jack had immediately complied. When the hotel manager had asked the newly "engaged" couple if they had just needed to get away, Riddick had replied with a smirk and a "You have no idea." On the way up to their room, the hotel photographer asked if they wanted a picture to keep as a memory. Jack had to plead with the convict until he finally caved. She smiled at the picture; she had had to tell him some kind of lame joke to get him to smile for the damn thing. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Before they left the planet, she had three copies made. One to always stay in Riddick's duffel, one for hers, and one to be framed for the apartment.

I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through, I'm
So go on and scream
Scream at me, I'm so far away

Jack turned away and went back to the letter. The picture was her most valuable possession. She had almost gotten caught because of it. Mercs were hounding them on one particular planet and Riddick planned on leaving even without their bags. Jack couldn't bear the thought of losing all three copies and left Riddick's side and went back to the apartment for at least their copies. One of the Mercs had decided to stake out their apartment and was waiting for her. If Riddick hadn't followed her….well all that really mattered was that he had.

I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe
I can't keep going under

Sighing Jack folded the letter in half and scrawled Big Evil on the front. She moved toward the bedroom taking in every last detail. Every apartment that they had ran through her head along with every memory that came with each location. Her hand began to shake as she laid the letter on his pillow. Her slender hand brushed its edge, imagining that it was the cheek of the person that suffocated her soul. Quickly she went to the dresser and snatched one of his clean wife beaters. She hurriedly smelled it to make sure it had only his distinct smell on it. Hastily she opened her duffel and pulled an identical female version out. Folding it she laid it under the note on the pillow. He couldn't miss it now.

I'm dying again
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever
I've got to break through, I'm
Going under
Going under
I'm going under

Speedily she threw her keys on the kitchen counter and made sure the door would lock behind her. Afraid that if she looked back again he would trap her again, Jack crossed the threshold of the apartment into the hallway. "I love you Riddick, all of you." She whispered behind her letting her words float into the now empty apartment. Jack squared her shoulders and headed toward the Space port.