AN: Here it is. The final chapter. Wow. I have absolutely loved writing this, and I really hope that you guys have loved reading it too. I know I said I was going to have one more chapter and an epilogue, but while I was writing this, I realized that by the end of it, I had said everything that I wanted to say. This chapter is by far the cheesiest thing I have ever written in my life. So if you think it's super cheesy, trust me, I know it is lol. But that's just how I wanted it!

My next project will be a lengthy one shot in which Murdoc kidnaps both Jack and Mac. It was heavily requested, and I am nothing if not a people pleaser. It will be the darkest thing I've ever written, but there will be a lot of warnings before the story itself, so please make sure you read those before you read it. My tag to Murdoc + Handcuffs, "Never Again", is what inspired this next fic. If you read it, you will be able to tell exactly what is going to happen in the one shot. I hope to have that up some time late this week, but no guarantees. I also have another multichapter fic in the works for when that is finished. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and please leave review!

It was the next morning. The morning of his father's funeral. The morning of his coronation. The morning of the day he would replace his father as king. Angus wasn't sure if he had ever been as nervous in his entire life. He took a few deep breaths as he stared in the mirror, looking at his black royal robes. They were almost exactly the same - albeit much larger - as the ones he wore to his mother's funeral so many years earlier. But this time, he would be the one leading the procession.

"You ready for this?" Jack asked him a small voice. He was standing to the side, several feet away. He was was dressed much the same, with the addition of his freshly polished rapier.

"For what? My father's funeral? My coronation? Being king?" Angus sighed. "No, not at all, but I don't exactly have a choice." He straightened his robes out and turned to Jack, who was holding his crown. He would be expected to wear it for the funeral, then it would be switched out for the crown he would wear as king at his coronation.

"I'm right beside you through it all, you know that," Jack said. He reached up and gently placed the crown upon Angus' head with a smile. "Come on, Your Highness. Let's get going."

With another deep breath, Angus followed Jack out the door and down the hall, past all the guards wearing black, all the way to where the procession was to begin. Riley and Wilt were there waiting for them. Being a princess, Riley had been given a beautiful black dress, and she had insisted that Wilt be the one to walk with her. No one had the authority to tell the princess she couldn't choose Wilt, so they let her, despite the unorthodoxy of choosing the prince's valet instead of an eligible gentleman that she'd never met before, or Angus himself. Even if they had tried to tell her she couldn't, Angus would have fought them on it. Both Riley and Wilt offered him a kind, gentle smile, which he returned.

The procession began shortly after. Angus followed right behind the carriage carrying the ornate stone coffin that held his father, and Jack close behind him. It didn't matter that they were surrounded by guards the whole time, Jack had insisted that he stay right by Angus, especially with Murdoc still at large. Angus didn't fight him on it. Riley, being the guest from the House of Davis, followed, escorted by Wilt. Then came the members of the court and their wives. The funeral procession walked through the courtyard and out into town, ending at the tomb that had housed the House of MacGyver's departed for the last two centuries. The tomb was located in the basement of the cathedral, and it was beautiful. The arched ceilings were delicately carved, and murals depicting the various kings and queens of the family were painted all over the walls. Angus thought it was completely impractical to make a tomb - a tomb in a basement of a cathedral no less - so exquisite, since the ones living there would never see it, and mourners cared about the dead, not the architecture, but that was just his opinion.

The rest of the funeral party left after the coffin was placed right beside the coffin of the late queen, but Angus wasn't ready to leave. He rested his hand on the dusty lid of his mother's coffin, stroking it a way that he could never stroke her hair again like when he was a little boy.

"I miss you, mom," he whispered, closing his eyes in an effort to stave off his emotions. "If you see dad, tell him I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make our last conversation an argument, and I promise that I'll try to make him proud of me." He stopped a moment to wipe away a stubborn tear. He wasn't so sure that his mother could hear him, and as much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't sure that his mother and father had ended up in the same place in the afterlife, but he figured he should ask his mother anyway, even if it wasn't logical. Sometimes, not often, but every now and then, logic didn't matter. "And I hope you're proud of me too." Angus kissed his fist, then laid his fist on the coffin with a sigh and a shake of his head. He turned over to his grandfather's coffin and walked over to it. "I'm sorry I wasn't here," he said, reaching up to wipe another tear. Angus knew that Jack and the others were watching, and he didn't want them to see him like this. He was going to be king, and they couldn't see this, this weakness. "I'll live to make you proud of me. That's all I want. I just want you all to be proud of me." He glanced over at the coffins of his parents. "I promise I'll try to be a good king." Angus patted his grandfather's coffin and wiped his eyes one more time, just to be safe, before he turned around. They were all looking at him with sympathy in their eyes. He looked at the ground, hoping that they wouldn't say anything, and they could just move on with the stressful day.

Wilt and Riley did leave, but Jack didn't. He stopped Angus with a hand on his shoulder. "For what it's worth," he said, sincerity and love in his eyes so apparent and Angus knew he didn't deserve it. "I, am so, so proud of you. I've never been more proud of anyone in my life, Angus. And you will be a great king."

Angus cleared his throat in an effort to hide his emotions at Jack's words. "Thank you," he said, not able to stop the emotion from flooding his eyes. He knew Jack saw it, because the man reached around his shoulders.

"Let's go, kid," he said, walking forward, his arm still around Angus' shoulders.

Angus would never admit it, but that really did mean the world to him. As much as he wanted the approval of his parents and grandfather, they were gone, and he could never really know if he had it. But he had Jack's, and maybe that was all that really mattered.

Later that day, when Angus had donned the most royal robes he owned and was walking down the center aisle of the throne room with seemingly half the kingdom watching him, that's what he thought of. Jack was proud of him. Jack believed in him. If Jack was by his side, maybe he really could be a great king. The archbishop instructed him on what to do and what to say, and all too quickly, Angus was kneeling in front of the man, the crown he'd always worn as a prince being removed. He could feel his heartbeat racing as the archbishop placed the larger, much more ornate crown of the king on his head.

"Rise," the man said. Angus did so, and turned around with a flourish of his robes like he knew he was supposed to do. The archbishop addressed the people, saying, "I give you, His Royal Majesty, Angus the Brilliant, King of the House of MacGyver."

"The king is dead!" Jack shouted from the side of the throne. "Long live the king!" he shouted, holding up his sword.

"Long live the king!" the room chanted, again, and again, and again, and again.

Angus turned and looked at Jack, who was already staring at him, smiling ear to ear. Angus couldn't help but smile in return. As long as he had Jack, everything really would be okay.

Riley was squirming in anticipation. She wasn't sure if she had ever been so nervous in her life, not even when she met Angus for the first time. She knew everything would be fine at first. Her parents and Matilda would be delighted to see her home safe - they hadn't seen her since before she was kidnapped - and she would need to see Samantha as soon as she could. But they would all notice that Wilt was still with her. That was impossible to avoid. And pretty quickly, they would ask why he was there, and she had to face the music and tell them that she was going to marry him, even if that meant she had to abdicate the throne or be disowned. She didn't care what she had to do, as long as she got to be with him.

"Hey," Wilt said, catching her attention from across the royal carriage. "Like you said, it's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out. As long as we're together, we can do anything," he said, taking her hand and gently rubbing it. "Even if they disown you for it, Angus said that we always have a place in his palace. Besides, we'll be there all the time anyway. I may not be his valet anymore, but he's still my best friend, and I can't leave him forever."

"You're right, you're right," Riley replied with a sigh. "We'll be fine, no matter what. And I'll be fine, as long as I have you." She couldn't help but smile at the amazing man she loved. They had left the day after Angus was coronated. They would have loved to stay longer, but her parents really did need to know that she really was okay after having been kidnapped. But it had been an emotional goodbye for both her and Wilt. He had given both Jack and Angus the fiercest of hugs when they left, as did she. She had never imagined she could grow to love them so much, yet she did. Life was full of surprises.

The moment the carriage stopped, Wilt's smile fell, and a panicked look replaced it. "We're here, it's time," he said, his eyes wide.

It was Riley's turn to laugh at him. "What happened to 'it's gonna be okay'?" she asked with a small laugh. "It'll be fine."

Wilt took a deep breath and nodded, then hopped out of the carriage, quickly turning and reaching up to help Riley down, ever the gentleman. That was just one of the many things that Riley loved about him.

"Are you ready, Your Highness?" he asked with a smile, holding his arm out for her to hold on to, like any good gentleman would.

"With you, Master Bozer, I'm ready for anything."

THE END