Epilogue

Riddick cringed as they pulled her burned and broken body out of the rubble, John helping to straighten out her tangled limbs, the Doctor and Samantha arguing quietly over the top of them about what the effects of three deaths in as many months would have upon her so soon after conversion. He watched as his men carried his son's body out, laying it nearby before someone appeared with a sheet to cover him with.

John clasped his shoulder. "What do you want done with the body?"

Riddick thought for a moment before answering him. "Bury him out back, near the rose garden. After all the trouble he went to to find me it only seems right that he stay, and that way his Mother can visit him."

Nodding, John stepped away as all of his men stepped forward to help.

Looking back down at Carolyn, he was met with her now open eyes. "Thank you," she whispered as his hand rose up to cup her cheek; burnt, dead skin flaking off against his palm.

Laying a bundle of flowers on the ground, Carolyn sank into the canopy covered swing that was near the rose garden and contemplated the stone monument that had recently been placed to mark Brandon's grave. Totally ostentatious, it was a fitting memorial to the only child of Furyan co-founder Richard B. Riddick and said as much in stone.

It had been over two months since his death, and life was slowly getting back to normal. It had taken her days instead of hours to recover this time and she had a few spectacular looking scars to show for it. Riddick's men had been suitably impressed as it was rare for a Furyan to have any scars. Riddick only paid attention to them at night, when he would gently pull her into his arms; placing wet, hot kisses on them before showing her just how much he didn't care about them.

The remnants of the house were hauled away making room for a new foundation. The old blueprints had been found and other than Carolyn requesting that the house simply be lighter, they had stayed the same.

He stood under a nearby tree watching her as she slowly swung back and forth, lost in thought. He came up beside her, brushing a finger over her exposed ear, rousing her from her thoughts.

She gave him a soft smile that reflected off his shined eyes. "Richard, how long have you been standing there?"

"Not long enough to admire you sufficiently." He told her.

She laughed, taking his hand as he pulled her to stand. Lacing her arm through his, they walked back to the house, taking the stairs to the second level where she could hear Quinn, who was acting as the foreman. He gave quick nod in their direction before shouting at another man down the hall. Carolyn followed Riddick as they entered a suite of rooms opposite of theirs.

"This is the last set of rooms," Riddick stated walking over to the large picture window that looked out over the back of the house and gardens. "Quinn needs to know how you want them painted, and we've never talked about what we were going to do with them." He continued, inspecting the wood work around the mantle place against the opposite wall.

"Maybe a green or yellow?" She suggested softly.

Riddick looked at her sharply, running his eyes up and down her body. "Really? What were you wanting to use the rooms for?" he asked leaning into her space, nearly nose to nose with her.

"It would make a nice nursery, don't you think?"

She watched his nose flare. "What are you saying, Carolyn?"

"That hopefully you won't be upset if you have more than one son."

Grabbing a handful of hair, Riddick pulled her head back before kissing her deeply. When they came up for air, he wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs dragging her body up his as he pushed her against the nearest wall.

"Does this mean you're not upset?" She asked as he buried his face into her neck, raining kisses against her skin.

"How can I be upset? You're giving me the chance to start again. Maybe get it right this time." He breathed against her ear as his hands kneaded her flesh. "As long as you understand that this is it for me. I won't let you get away." Pulling back so that he could look into her eyes that were just beginning to get their shine.

"This is where I belong." She whispered cupping his face with her hands before drawing him in for another kiss.

The end.