Not Alone Anymore

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.
Pairings: Riddick/Harry
Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes
(ME) hello again I hope you like this chapter I tried really hard to get this right with the help of my Beta. Ok on with the show but don’t forget to review.

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(Harry’s Thoughts)
~Riddick’s thoughts~
-Computers voice-
“Talking”

Chapter 2

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(What the hell!) That was Harry’s first thought coming out of cryo-sleep. Bright red lights were flashing as he climbs out of the chamber; or more like falls out of his cryo-chamber. Alarms were going off as the ship started to shake violently. Getting to his feet he could hear shouting at the front of the ship. Moving towards it, he hides behind a pillar just as he hears something that shocks him and fills him with rage.

“I tried everything else. I still got no horizon.”

“You better try everything twice. ‘Cause there’s no way we just flush out--.“

“If you know something I don’t, then get your ass up here and take the chair.”

“Company says we are responsible for every single one of those people, Fry.”

“What, we both die out of sheer fucking nobility?” Fry said calmly.

“Don’t you touch that handle! Fry!!” Owens shouted.

Harry watched as Owens jumped out of his chair. The man jammed a metal rod, broken from the inside support, into the doors to keep them from closing.

“I’m not gonna die for them!” she shouted as she pulled the lever. Nothing happened.

-Air lock doors not secure-

”Owens!” Fry screamed angrily.

“Seventy seconds, Fry. You still have seventy seconds to level this beast out,” he shouted as he climbed back into his chair.
The ship jilted. “What the fuck is happening up there?” Owens shouted.

Harry tightened his grip on the pillar, waiting for the impact. Suddenly, the ship crashed, throwing him backwards a cryo-chamber at the back of the passenger hold. All Harry could feel was an explosion of pain in the back of his head, and just as darkness was about to take him, his last thought was, (Give me a break.) Then there was nothing but darkness.

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Time change, Riddick’s Pov…


I was right, of course. As the danger alarms start blaring I can hear cyro-chambers unlock. The captain and his crew, most likely. Even through my blindfold I can see the lights blaring bright red.

I can hear voices – indistinct. The crew is awake, but there’s only two of them. One of them is dead. Their voices fade as they head for the front of the ship, the main cabin. Only moments later my senses tell me one other is awake. Interesting; passengers aren’t supposed to wake during emergencies, unless it’s for evacuation.

It’s him. It has to be. The only one my senses are even the slightest bit wary of, the one being that could possibly be threat to me. But sends my blood pumping with lust. He’s out of cryo-lock now; I hear him fall to the floor.

I can hear him getting up and moving towards the front of the ship. Hmm… why is he not going in? Shouting from the front tells me we’re going to crash. Perfect. Then I can escape.

Others fall out of their cryo-chambers. Johns’ is out… Suddenly, the ship crashes. I jerk forward in my restraints from the force. I hear the metal being torn off of the ship, as it breaks apart. Something smacks into my cryo-chamber. I hear a pained gasp, and then all comes to a stop.

I check my restraints. They’ve come loose from the crash. Loose enough to free myself. I break the glass of the cryo-chamber and slip out, nearly stepping on someone as I did. I bend down slowly, looking at the man crumpled at the bottom of my chamber. He didn’t look dangerous in the least. Of course, I’ve long ago leaned not to underestimate anyone based on looks alone.

His long hair has come free from its restraints and the black and silver strands cover most of his face. I reach out my bound hands and move the hair to the side so I can truly see the one who has my blood so on edge.

The first thing I notice is that his face is cool to the touch as well as soft, though he’s still alive. The second thing I notice is the blood trickling down his forehead – most likely from crashing into my chamber. His features are pale and smooth. There’s an old classical quality about his beauty.

And he definitely isn’t human.

This creature has is the one who has me on alert?

Very interesting.

His eyelids are fluttering, as though he’s trying to wake up but can’t quite do it. I run my hand down the side of his face. His eyes open briefly, clouded with too much pain to notice me, and I see the colour of his eyes. Shocked to see his eyes in colour. They’re a shade of green I have never seen before, not even in the rarest of jewels. They shine with an impossible light, inhuman light, but then they’re gone. The man moans in pain and once again he’s out. One last run down his cheek – he’s irresistible, got to watch that – and I leave. Don’t want to be caught by Johns so early in the game, now do I?

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In and out of consciousness, Harry could feel a strong hand caress his face. He moaned in pain before blacking out again. Coming back into the land of the living, all Harry could think of was the pain that exploded at the back of his head as he moved. Using his elf healing power, the wound healed over. Getting up, it felt as though a jelly-leg jinx had hit him as he tried to steady himself. Once sure he could stand without falling, he slowly walked to the shouting at the front of the ship.

“Get it out of me!” a voice screamed.

Getting closer, Harry watched the rest of the survivors gather around the once omitting such pained-filled sounds. Moving forward, pity filled Harry as he watched the scene in front of him.

“Don’t touch it! Don’t you touch that handle!” Harry knew what he was talking about and so did Fry by the guilty look on her face. The glazed look in the man’s eyes indicated delusion.

“Leave it alone.”

“Get it out of him.”

“No, it’s too close to his heart.”

Harry watched as a hopeless look came upon Fry’s face. Harry wished he could help, but it was too late for Owens. Harry could feel Death coming to take him over to the other side just like when Severus died. Pain filled him thinking about his old friend and father figure.

“There’s some Anestaphine in the med-lock in the back of the cabin,” Fry said to the passengers.

“Not anymore, there’s not,” a British man named Paris said as he looked to the back.

“Get out of here. Everyone,” Fry said sadly. When no one moved, she raised her voice. “Get out of here!”

Harry watch on as everyone went outside. (It’s sad, really,) Harry thought. (Thanks to him we are all alive, yet he dies and the one who wanted to kill us still lives. Strange how Fate treats us, isn’t it? I should know, she’s fucked with my life long enough.) Harry stood back, partly in the shadows as he watched Fry clinging to Owens’ dead body.

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(ME) that it for now see you all later with chapter 3 hopeful I get it done ^^ and another big thank to my Beta with Riddick I didn’t think doing his Pov would be so hard. bye bye

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