Epilogue

They were a great team of pirates. When two months or so had passed, they set to seek a revenge they both had felt parching them. They robbed the Wainwrights clean in a spectacular fashion. They snuck in late one night and Kurt slipped his way into their safe, nabbing nearly every cent. He wrote his family a beautiful farewell letter and thanked them for what he saw as an advance for the inheritance due him from his criminal, succubus family.

That night, standing at the threshold of his family home, money in hand and a smile in his soul, Kurt reached down and kissed Dola for the first time.

If Dola had ever questioned her feelings for Kurt, every doubt was wiped from her mind, the moment he held her close and caressed her face. "I ain't going soft." She said looking up and scowled playfully as she squeezed his hand and headed for their ship.

That night was the first time that Dola cried in 13 years. Kurt held her in his arms and brought her to his bed where they laid down. He patted her hair and let her cry until the sobs turned to hiccups. He waited until she was ready to talk. She told him how her brother, Samuel had made her promise to be strong and never cry. Sitting there amongst their jewels, treasure and money, she had realized that this miniscule payback had brought her no real joy, but a reminder that no revenge could repay what had been taken from her and that to the end of her life she really would never see or hear her brothers or father again. And just like that she felt the grief of almost 3 years come crashing down on her, until she began crying all over again. She sobbed herself to sleep in Kurt's arm as he rubbed her back and nuzzled her hair, content to never move for the rest of his life, if it meant relieving even a fraction of her pain.

Dola awoke reborn and unburdened. She had still missed her family more than ever, but now that she had grieved for them, she could finally see herself moving forward and living. Kurt kissed her softly that morning and made her breakfast. When they sat to eat, he held her hand the whole time, afraid that he could lose her at any second to her mourning. An hour later, he saw her genuine smile and knew he didn't need to worry about her.

He proposed to her a month later and they married in the next town after that. They sporadically recruited, one here, one there; all temporary, extra hands in need of help for a month or two.

Once, Kurt asked her why she had risked everything to save him, he jokingly asked if it was his charm or devastatingly good looks. She smiled and told him that even before she knew she loved him, she knew they were kindred spirits, or as she liked to think of it, family. She had denied looking for family, even when she joined up with The Rogues, but she had found it accidentally in him.

Kurt was glad that through it all she remained the tough girl he originally suspected her to be, with a soft spot only for him.

After Dola's first miscarriage during their third year of marriage, she was inconsolable. Kurt was there for her in any way he could be, but he knew Dola well enough to know, that she would never ask for his support even if she wanted it, so he stayed by her side and kissed her hand. After 2 more years had passed, they stopped trying. Dola knew that the best things in her life had come to her by accident when she least expected it, so she hardened her resolve and focused on other things. She told Kurt that she knew that if and when they were meant to have children, they would. He kissed her hand and agreed wholeheartedly.

When Dola was 24 years old, she was shopping alone in a market, while Kurt saw to repairs on their airship, she saw a small boy sitting and crying in an alley. "Nobody likes a crybaby." She said and tossed him an apple.

The little boy who couldn't have been more than 5 years old, looked up at her and thanked her. "So, why are you crying?" She sat on the stoop beside the boy.

He took a bite and told her how he was all alone. His father had left before his mother had him and she had gotten sick a few months before. After she had died, her family refused to take the boy, proof of their daughter's shame and cast him out to the street. Dola patted the boy's back. "You know, I know a man who had a family that wasn't very kind to him either."

The little boy, Charles, he said his name was, met her eyes. "You know, family isn't always something you're born with, sometimes it's something that finds you along the way." She chuckled. "Usually by accident." Charles nodded, pretending to understand. "I actually know somebody who is looking to expand their family. You interested?"

Charles smiled and his tears began to dry. "Come with me." Dola held out her hand and they both headed towards her airship.

Kurt made the three of them dinner. Charles looked at the tall man and said, "Are you the man with the mean family?"

Kurt laughed at that. "She's not that mean." He looked at Dola, who swatted his arm. "Yes, I used to have a very mean family, but now I have a great one. Do you want to be a part of it?"

Charles noticed the way the tall man looked at Dola so softly and he wanted very much to be in such a loving family. He nodded and just like that, he was a son again, only this time he had two parents who loved him very much.


Charles didn't know how easy it was to get brothers, but from how many he got, so quickly, he believed it was a matter of willpower. By the time Charles was 8; he had two more adopted brothers, each an orphan before and now part of a whole family.

When they boys reached their teen years, they would ask their father of how he met their mother. He would sit the ever-growing number of sons down and tell them the story of a valiant and kind thief and how she crossed paths with a rugged, wealthy and charming young man. He often said that after all these years, she still kept him hostage. When Charles was 15, he realized that his father didn't mean literally and he felt both silly and embarrassed.

Dola gave all the boys an opportunity to choose to be pirates. She never wanted to force a path on her sons, but they all followed her gladly. They only really robbed from the rich and the money fed their mouths so they saw no harm in what they did. The boys knew their mother well and could sense her obsession when she had heard rumors of a magic and priceless crystal.

Before any job, Dola would corral her boys to discuss the game plan. After every detail was given and everybody was clear on their role, Dola would pat her boys on the back. "I love you boys, now make me proud." She would clear her throat and command her volume. "And mother or not, for the love of God, call me Captain."


*A/N - I hope this was a fun story to read. I personally loved writing it. I hope this was received as what I consider an elaboration on a favorite character. Granted I know this is probably nothing close to what would be considered canon for this series. That being said, I hope this was ultimately enjoyed and served as a decent, short read. Please R&R, it means a lot. Thanks -Nikki