Njrd – I know and I was saddened that they never mentioned anything between them in "The Chronicles of Riddick". It almost seemed like Imam didn't care that she took off at the age of 12 to look for Riddick, like he didn't try to stop her or something, but it just didn't fit into the larger plot of things. I mean since Imam dies and all.

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No direct contact…that was the agreement…bread crumbs were about the only way I knew anything about them. Couldn't go to Helion Prime…till now…been a long time since I scented a merc…might be safe enough to pay a visit…just might…they say you don't know what you got till it's gone…didn't know how true that was…till Jack…Kyra…

Imam watched as Kyra excused herself and made her way out of the kitchen. Really and truly he didn't want to leave her alone. But at the same time he needed some time away. How he worried about her though. She was strong, beautiful and capable of anything she set her mind too. That's the part that scared him. What if she got the bright idea to look for Riddick while he was away? Would mercs come for her in the night?

"You seem troubled holy man…"

Imam stiffened as the deep vibrating voice broke the air and bathed his senses. Riddick…Imam slowly turned to where he thought his voice came from and saw him leaning against a wall in the shadows. "Riddick?" he whispered then quickly and frantically made sure Kyra was nowhere to be seen.

"She's in the shower," Riddick assured him quietly as it seemed to help him relax a little. "You look well Imam." He complimented, at the same time he glanced in the general direction of Kyra's room where she showered.

Imam nodded, "Yes, thank you, we are both doing well." He took another glance behind him then turned on his stool to face Riddick. "What are you doing here?" he asked getting strait to the point.

Riddick seemed to be listening elsewhere but answered anyway. "Things have been quiet for the last two years…didn't think it'd hurt to make a quick stop…" he looked at Imam. "…and see her, for once." He turned his gaze back towards her room. It awed him at how much she had grown up. Last time he saw her she was a scrawny, tom boy looking kid with a shaved head and a bad attitude. Now…she was a beautiful young woman with long wavy hair, a perfect figure and the sun of Helion Prime certainly made her skin shine. If he guessed she had brown hair and maybe green eyes. Not seeing all colors was the only thing he hated about the shine job.

"She has missed you," Imam admitted. "She has done well for herself in your absence. She is at the top of her class…keeps herself in perfect physical health and somehow manages to stay out of trouble." He smiled at the last of his sentence. This led Riddick to believe she was still a bit mischievous. He looked over Riddick and noted that the man had not changed a bit in five years. He was still the same statue from before. What is he really here for he wondered? Was he truly there just to see in on Kyra? Or did he have ulterior motives? If he is here to take Kyra…Imam knew the possibility of the day. The day Riddick would return and give her the choice. Has that day come he thought? "I am to leave later this morning for Helion 5 for a holy retreat…" he started.

"…I know," Riddick cut him off quietly. "…figured that's why you had the long face."

Imam looked away for a moment. Was it just coincidence that Riddick showed up at the same time he was supposed to leave? God worked in mysterious ways. "Do you wish to speak with her?" he asked. Something flashed across Riddick's face. An emotion Imam didn't associate with Riddick…fear.

Riddick looked away, his silver eyes downcast. "It's been a long time…" he started softly. "…I don't know if she even wants to see me."

Imam raised an eyebrow and regarded Riddick for a moment, "Other than God there is one thing I most certain of Riddick…that there is nothing more in this universe that Kyra would want than too see you again. She holds no ill will toward you. She understands your reasons for leaving." He let his words sink in for Riddick and continued. "She is a mature young woman, not the child you left behind."

If Imam had been any other man Riddick would have ripped his throat out for saying those last words. He knew what Imam meant and that was the only reason he was still alive. "Not yet," he answered and he turned to leave.

"Riddick?"

Riddick stopped and just turned his head. "Enjoy your trip Imam…she'll be here when you get back," with that he silently made his exit.

It was like he vanished into thin air. "For the life of me I will never understand how they do that," he said quietly to himself.

"How who does what?" Kyra asked coming into the kitchen dressed for school and setting her things on the counter.

Imam quickly turned and shook his head. "Oh uh, nothing, I was just thinking aloud," he covered.

She shrugged then froze and tilted her head to the side and slowly smelled the air. "What's that smell?" she asked slightly transfixed.

Imam shook his head, "I do not smell anything." He watched her as she closed her eyes and took another breath threw her nose.

"It's so familiar…" she almost cooed then shook herself with a laugh. "Can't be…" she breathed then cleared her throat and sat on a stool across from him. "You all ready to head out?" she asked trying to get her mind off the scent. It smells like…

"Yes, I have my things ready at the door," Imam nodded.

"You want me to go to the station with you?" she asked almost timidly.

Imam smiled, "It would be my honor to be escorted by my beautiful daughter."

She blushed instantly. "Imam…" she chastised quietly. Why does he have to embarrass me like that she thought shyly? He's just being Imam she thought. I wonder what Riddick would say about me now she wondered then blushed again and groaned mentally. You'll always be that little kid he rescued Kyra, nothing more, nothing less she told herself. But it's okay to dream though…that's when she realized Imam was speaking to her. Shit, oh well…

"…if there is anything you need all contacts are in my study and remember…"

"…parties over by midnight, the guys have to sleep downstairs and make sure I cook a hearty breakfast first thing," she finished in a serious but joking manner.

"You believe you are funny?" he asked as he flipped the newspaper in front of him.

"I know I'm funny!" she accentuated.

Imam just hummed in returned.