Still don't own TLK. Yes I know in the movie Kovu isn't Scar's son, personally I don't buy that, So that makes Kiara and Kovu incestual, that's really not an issue for lions.

"…That was mine…" Scar snarled, staring at the distant pride rock. He could hear the sounds of celebration, a sure sign that Simba and Nala had just been officially married. He growled. "I will have your head, Simba…"
"Daddy!"

The cry and the sudden feeling of little claws in his tail made Scar sit bolt upright; he turned and glared at his son, "Nuka! Shouldn't you be with your mother?"

Nuka, the first born cub of Scar's reign, was widely regarded among the pride as a good idea gone wrong. If he was to be the king when Scar passed, they were all in real danger. It wasn't that the cub meant to cause trouble, it just seemed to follow him around, much like the horde of termites and the odd smell.

When the cub had been born, he had been so proud, shortly after he took control of pride rock he and Zira had set up a little private place of their own in Scar's old cave, and that was where she had bore Nuka. The two had been worried at first, he was such a small kitten that they thought he may die, but somehow the cub had struggled through the night and by daybreak it was clear the cub meant to live. Scar had thought this was a sign the boy would be strong and make a good heir, a decision he rapidly came to regret. Still, he was his son, and Scar attempted to care for him despite his obvious flaws as an heir.

Nuka smiled dopily, "I wanted to come with you." He gave Scar a look of deep admiration and continued to speak, "And Vitani wouldn't stop bugging me." He rolled his eyes and nodded at the little tan-coloured kitten, which was sitting behind him smiling.

"I was not buggin ya!" She protested, pushing past him and threading her sleek body around Scar's legs while purring loudly. "Mama said we oughta leave cuz she feels like she's gonna have our lil brother."

Scar's face was blank for a second, then he stood up, "Zira is giving birth?" not wanting to miss the birth of his third cub as he had the last two, due to duties as a king, he snatched Vitani up in his mouth and began racing back to their lair, hoping Nuka could keep up, because he certainly wasn't giving him a ride.

At the lair, he skidded to a halt and dropped Vitani unceremoniously on the ground outside the cave that he and Zira had found and claimed as their own. It bore a striking resemblance to pride rock, but on a much smaller scale. He could smell Nuka close behind them, so no reason to worry for him, and raced inside.

It was already over, as it turned out. Zira was lying quite complacently on her side, she looked exhausted.

"Zira?" Scar questioned, nudging her head with his nose gently, "How are you?"

She opened her eyes, "Hello, my king." She smiled as he nuzzled her, enjoying the feel of his mane against her fur. "You needn't worry, it is a healthy kitten, and I am just tired."

Scar smiled, "Good. Where is the cub?"

Zira rolled her eyes, but didn't speak unkindly; "Do lions know nothing?" She nodded at her stomach, "Feeding."

Scar moved around her to look at the little brown cub that was feeding at his mother. It had a tiny sprinkling of black fur on its forehead.

"A boy." He said, almost awed. "An heir."

Zira lifted her head, "What about Nuka?"

For a second Scar looked at her with an expression of pure disgust. "Zira, don't think I don't care for the boy, but… you have seen him, yes? You can't possibly fail to smell him."

Zira smiled and laughed, "I know… well, do not name an heir yet. Let Nuka grow, perhaps he will impress you."

"Somehow I rather doubt that. But if it's what you want." Scar leant down and rubbed his head on hers, "I will let him grow, my queen."

"Daddy! Daddy look!" Nuka shrieked from the cave entrance, he sounded muffled, and his sister was laughing hysterically.

Scar sighed and made his way to the entrance. Nuka was sitting with his tail in his mouth, grinning like an idiot.

"Look! I caught my tail!"

"…Wonderful. I'll notify the rest of the pride." Scar muttered, turning back towards his mate. "Come on you two, you have a brother to meet."

...Some weeks later...

Scar smiled and turned to lay on his back in the rising sun. It really wasn't so bad out here, once you got used to it. The food was a bit scarce, but once the cubs grew they wouldn't need as much anyway, and it was amazing how easy alligators went down when attacked by four lionesses. And Scar did his bit in the hunting too, for the moment, he couldn't afford to enforce the gender roles, they needed food. And yes, they had less water, but he could cope with that, if they organised a rota of who was allowed to drink and when. And he did at least have the loyal pride including several hyenas that had decided to cut their losses and re-join him, and his dear mate, and-

"Daddy?"

-his main source of happiness, out here in the wilderness, his cubs.

He lifted his head, "What is it Vitani?"

The little lioness cocked her head on one side, "Are you still king of the pride lands?"

Scar groaned and rolled back onto his front, shaking the dust from his coat, "No, Vitani, I'm not."

She walked over to sit beside him, trying, Scar noted, to mirror his position and expression. "Are you king of… where ever we are?"

"I suppose so, yes." He replied, swishing his tail in slight annoyance at being king of such a god-forsaken place. "Why the questions?"

Vitani looked up at her father her face full of innocence; "I wanted to know if I'm still a princess."

There was a momentary silence between the two, then Scar reached his paw over to pull the cub to him, holding her while tried to comprehend this odd fatherly feeling of having failed her. "Of course, little one." He nuzzled her, his head bigger than her entire little body. "You're always going to be a princess, certainly to me."

The lioness giggled and batted playfully at his ear, "That's good then. I like bossing the other lions about."

Scar chuckled, "My little girl." He stood up, "Well, come on, I suppose it's about time the new prince was named and presented." He began to reach to pick her up, but she dodged away.

"You'll go faster if you don't have to carry me." She chirped, and began running towards the cave, Scar at her heels. Neither noticed the commotion that was rising with the dawn in the pride lands, or the sound of a song that indicated new blood in the royal family.

Dark-furred lionesses and a few hyenas that had been forgiven crowded around the rock that jutted out at an angle from their king's cave.

They lifted their heads as the young prince and princess walked out fist, standing to either side of the rock and staring into the dark entrance, waiting.

Out walked the queen, thinner than most remembered her, but still a picture of feminine power, every inch royalty. She stood between her two cubs, slightly to one side to allow her subjects the sight that followed.

Their king, again, thinner, not as strong as he had been in the pride lands, but he still carried himself with dignity, he was still a king. In his jaws, he carried a bundle of brown and black fur. As he reached his queen and children, he placed this kitten at the end of their pride rock.

It blinked and stared down at the creatures who bowed at him and let out a small meow of confusion. The lionesses roared and the hyenas did their best to make some noise and make the outlands aware of the fact that a prince had been born.

Zira pulled the cub back as the noise stopped, letting it nuzzle her feet. "He needs a name."

Scar nodded, watching the kitten, "Not Taka, before you ask."

Zira smiled wickedly, "Alright, then he shall be called Kovu." She rubbed her head against her mate, "I told you I wanted a son named for you, and I always get my way."

"Mow!"

Scar smirked at the kitten. It had pounced on his foot. "…He shall be my heir." He glanced at Nuka and Vitani. "You two will reign alongside your brother one day, but he will be king. You will be advisors and companions for him. That's still an important job." He spoke with honestly, not wanting his cubs to end up fighting and killing one another for the throne.

Vitani beamed with pride, but Nuka looked unsure.