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A/N: Alright, I may be a big sissy, but I cried writing this, and I know I've rushed this ending through, but if I don't end this story, I will NEVER end it. I thank you all for reading, and following, and reviewing, and sharing in this story with me. If there are questions about the story, things that dont make sense, then I will be more than happy to write one more chapter to answer all of the questions, or respond to you personally.

The years passed, 4 to be exact. In that time, they learned plenty about their new planet, and the supplies from Akkare had proven to be more useful than the prideful Khan wanted to admit. Had it not been for his shipments, their lives would lack much of the quality that it had. While he had hated to admit it, she did do good by them.

Even though their lives were improved, Safiya and Khan still had their fights. Usually it was either Khan angry about her going on an expedition, or about him not showing her enough affection and attention, slipping in his efforts. He would yell loudly, throwing things, and she would scream right back. It was concerning the first few times, and Essex had had half the mind to run in and break it up. But the moment he heard their angry post-fight sexual encounters, he stopped and left it well enough alone.

It was a long summer day when Khan took her out on a shuttle. It was a surprise to her where he was taking her, as she was forced to sit blindfolded in the back. It was irritating for her, especially as she had been irritable ever since her checkup with Gavin the previous week. No matter what she did, he wouldn't talk. Instead, she was made to wait until the craft came to a stop, and he had escorted her off.

"Khan, where are we?" She pouted, smelling dense foliage around her. He didn't say a word until he came to a stop.

"Now, you may look." He purred, removing her cover. Before her was a crystal clear pool fed by a small waterfall. Surrounding them was in fact a forest that blocked out the harshest of the sun.

"Wow, this is, great." She laughed, looking around. "What's the occasion?" She turned to him, her hands on his waist.

"Well, I've got some news for you." He smiled, but only slightly. She looked at him expectantly. "You will bear me a child soon."

"What? What are you talking about?" She chuckled, shaking her head in denial. "I'm fine." She blushed.

"No, Gavin ran tests during your checkup. You are going to have my child." He rested a hand on her hip. His eyes were sternly fixed on her as she swallowed. So this was how it was going to happen? She shook her head again, digesting the information. He placed a kiss on her lips, relishing their fully entwined fate.

Safiya gave birth to a son that winter. The following year, she bore him another son, and then a daughter. These were the worst times of their lives, as stress was at an all time high, and Khan and Safiyas patience was at an all time low. Many nights, just for peace, they slept apart. Khan would usually sleep out in the main room of the temple, allowing Safiya to do her motherly duties of midnight breastfeeding, and rocking the babies back to sleep. Something that Khan was not entirely paternal enough to do, though he had tried a few times.

As the children grew older, Khan and Safiya reworked their marriage, bringing it back to the passionate affair they had before their first son came along. It also helped her enjoy him at home when Khan would take their sons out hunting and exploring, teaching them about life for days on end. The absence truly did make her heart grow fonder. When their daughter was old enough, she too enjoyed the outings, but Khan was particularly hard on her. He didn't want to see her crying. It was a sign of weakness, and that would be expected of her when she grew into a woman. He wanted his daughter to be able to walk into a room and command it, own it with authority. Never showing that she has weakness because the men she would lead one day would look for that, and would tear her down at the first opportunity.

Twice as time passed, Safiya received devastating news. The first letter was from Akkare himself, to notify her of her mothers passing. The second came years later from some unknown admiral to inform her of Akkares passing. This spawned a whirlwind of stories. For months, Safiya would sit with her children in the evening, telling them all about Star Fleet, and of her home. Stories of how their parents grew up, and how they came to live there on Pollux. They listened with eager ears to hear the next story. To hear of how their parents met, when she enlisted in the fleet, and of some of her missions. The only thing they loved more than story time at night, was when they got a rare story from their father about his own experiences.

In time, Khan and Safiya watched all three of their children enlist in Star Fleet, much to Khans disapproval. But in reality, she knew their children had insatiable appetites for exploring and learning. As for them. their age was showing on their faces as wrinkles began to set in, and their dark hair appeared lightened by the gray that was sprinkled throughout. Every year, it seemed that one of their family passed away. Edison was among the first, being one of the older Augments to begin with. Khan took his passing hard, as he had not prepared himself to lose his family one by one. Not after having fought so hard to get them back and bring them together.

Each loss was harder than the next, as Khan had to watch their numbers shrink. But the hardest thing for Khan, was watching his wife age. She was still beautiful to him, and even more now after the life they had shared. However, that only served to remind him that their time was now short, and he made every effort to spend his time wisely with her. Sometimes, they would dance the way they did back on the cliffs of Dover, listening to music that didn't play, and to waves that didn't crash.

It was very sudden, and very painful for Khan, when Safiya fell ill. Her thin skin was pale, and her white hair damp with sweat, as she struggled to ward off fever. Her green eyes managed to keep their vivid spark, though he knew she fought for her life. All Gavin could do was give her medication to help suppress the symptoms, but it did not cure whatever illness had hold of her. Not even the cerulean ovaries of the fuchsia weeping flowers could heal her. She had her good days, though she had more bad days, and Khan knew that it wasn't going to be much longer.

One evening, He gingerly took her to the Bradbury II, sitting her down in a plush chair in a dark room. He went to the wall, tapping some buttons, before the darkness melted, being replaced by the rich red tones of an Opera house. "Oh, Khan, you finally did it." She sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. Khan sat beside her, his arm around her shoulders, her hand clutching his other hand as she excitedly looked on over the holographic symphony as the strings smoothly played out Beethoven. It was a long time coming that he finally took her to that symphony, but he wouldn't let her go without taking her, in some capacity at least. He had, for a long time, regretted not taking her that night. She looked so beatiful in that crimson dress, he remembered fondly, with a distant smile. That would be their last date.

He sent a message to Star Fleet to recall his children back hom, and took his exhausted wife home so she could rest after the excitement of the symphony. She shivered, laying in bed, her frail frame looking even smaller under the large blankets. She only got worse from there. She would have moments where her body would be racked in pain, and she would suddenly be feverish. But then she would feel fine moments later. Her hair thinned out considerably, making her look bald from a distance, and her skin grew even more pale and cold, though the sun was warm, and would often shine over her body during the day.

That day. That fateful day, was the hardest day for Khan. Gavin, who was close to the grave in his own right, had not given her much time. The moment he woke up that morning, he could hear it. The death rattle that warned him his time with her was rapidly running out. His children still hadn't shown up, and his family wasn't much comfort as they were engulfed in their own grief.

Khan brushed his white hair back, and got dressed to start the day off bathing her, as he did every morning since she grew too weak to do it herself. She followed him with her eyes, but could not speak. She could not lift her arms, or roll over for him. All she did was lay there and blink, fear blanketing her gaze. Khan nodded his head, as if to answer an unspoken question, watching a tear slip from the corner of her eye. It brought a tear of his own, as he struggled to keep his composure.

The sun moved across the sky to brighten up their room. Even in the miserable state she was in, Khan could still see the beauty in this otherwise decrepit form. Her breathing became more labored, when Khan finally got down on his knees at her bedside, clasping his hands around hers. He bowed his head, wincing back tears, before looking into her emeralds. Those emeralds that too cried, and understood.

"Safiya." He started, testing the strength and sturdiness of his voice. "When the wind blows, and the rain falls and the sun shines, much as it is now." He paused to regain his composure, glancing at the rays of warm, almost taunting light that streaked through the windows. "I still resolve as I did then, that nothing so fine ever happened to me, or anyone else, as falling in love with you.*" He could barely get out the last few words before he broke down, unable to say these things to his dearest heart. To his Serendipity.

Through the pain and sobs that racked his body, he felt one thing he didn't expect. Safiya used what strength she had left, squeezing his hand softly 3 times. A silent 'I Love You' in the only way she had left to communicate. Hours later, she was gone. The sun still shone, the breeze still blew, but she ceased to be among the living.

It was a few days before they put her to rest. To fully clean her body, and give her the respect that her body deserved to proper preparation, and Khan was extremely particular in the handling of her body. His two sons arrived at the same time, his daughter unable to leave her post to attend the funeral. After much contemplation however, Khan couldn't bury her. He couldn't leave her to rot and be destroyed by maggots and other flesh eating organisms. No, she was placed gingerly into a cryotube, as Khan spent nearly an hour fussing with her, making sure she looked perfect. A weeping flower placed under her hands, which were gently crossed over her diaphragm.

When Khan was ready, the cryotube was activated, and it was finished. Safiya was frozen in time, looking more at peace now, than she ever had in life.

"You really loved her, didn't you dad?" His eldest son spoke at his side. He had taken a particular interest in the Eugenics war, and the deeds of his father. To imagine that this man could ever love anyone was almost laughable after reading what Khan had done.

Khan looked at him, a heavy sadness in his blue eyes. "Yes. I loved her. I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons**. And I still love her now." He swallowed, his son turning away, slightly ashamed for questioning his fathers devotion to his mother. But it made sense, the horrors of his past, the things that he had commited, and yet still she loved him, and brought out the good man in him that they knew as their father.

One by one, Pollux IV returned to being an uninhabited planet. Safiya survived now only as a side passage written in on the articles of Khan Noonien Singh's execution. A few lines to say she claimed his body and took him away. Khans death was most celebrated on Earth. A transmission from Essex sent word to the timid species that they no longer had to fear the thought that Khan would come back to exact revenge.

Khan had been placed on a makeshift alter, also in a cryotube the day that he died. Ren was most distraught, having been quite close to Khan since Safiyas passing. They shared a pain of loss, and were bonded by it. But for the 7 months after Khans death, it was just Ren to share that misery, at least until Ren passed, returning to his sweetest Vivienne.

Essex was the last one left. His days were filled with meditation, and meticulous maintenance of Safiyas tomb, if you could call it that. Her tube had been resting on the temple altar since the day she was placed inside of it. They day Essex died, he was in the gardens. It happened quickly, as he fell face forward, dead before he hit the ground. It was a peaceful way to go, but it heralded the passing of the last of the Augments.

230 Years Later...

"Captain, the scans picked up some interesting structures. But Pollux IV is a restricted planet, so it doesn't make much sense." A young Vulcan turned around in the captains seat, taking a padd from his first officer.

"You know it wasn't always a restricted planet, don't you?" He arched a brow.

"Yes sir, well, we are only picking up life signs consistent with various indigenous wildlife." She shrugged.

"Well, if we can get clearance to land, then you and a crew can go ahead and suit up." He smirked. The poor first officer knew of course, that the captain would be a part of the landing party, but Captain Sceuk had been weaning his first officer into captain material. It wasn't long before First Officer Mirabelle was sitting anxiously in a shuttle, waiting to arrive at the odd structures they picked up.

A group of 7 were carefully walking through the base that the Augments had set up many years ago. Sceuk, Mirabelle, a doctor, a science officer and three security guards walked through the stone and marble buildings that had made up the Augments camp. Ivy grew wild up the sides of the buildings, though the grass and shrubs were kept short by the herds that now passed through the encampment, with the occupants now gone.

"I've got bones over here... Amazingly good quality." One of the guards noticed a skelatal hand, and pushed the shrubs back further to look upon the remains of Essex, though he didn't know the name of who the bones had once been. The doctor agreed that the bones had been well preserved naturally in this environment.

"Oh, you guys gotta come look at this." Mirabelle came careening around a corner to the men who were looking over the guards discovery. They followed her into the largest of the buildings, and looked around. The large stone table was still set as if waiting for the next meal to be served upon it. Some of the seats were crumbled, and a fine layer of dust seemed to cover everything. Sceuk walked towards the end of the dim room, forcing open one of the window. Instead of swinging open like it should have, the rusted hinges instead broke, leaving the window in Sceuks hand.

"Well, that is not at all what I was expecting." He mused. "And neither was this." His eyes followed the beam of light that streamed past him to land on the white and silver tube on the altar. His eyes glanced back and forth, looking at the two older faces behind the glass and ice. "Unexpected indeed..." He murmured, brushing the dust off of a small placque.

"What is it Captain?" Mirabelle stared at Sceuk with concern.

"Mirabelle, do you remember your history lessons about the Eugenics War?" He arched a brow, watching as they all nodded. "Then you would know about the woman as well, later on in his life?" But this time, most of them shook their heads.

"You mean, Khan, the Khan, had a woman?" Mirabelle scoffed. "Please." She shook her head, resting a hand on her belt.

"Oh, but indeed, he had a wife. If you dig deep enough, you can find the records. They say he even has a child, but this... This is his wife." He breathed out with a bit of excitement, resting his hands on the cool tube. "And if this is his wife, then this, must be Khan himself." He spoke wavering. It was hard not to let his emotions grow a such a discovery. Records of Khan and Safiya were spotty at best after their departure from Earth. There was constantly someone saying they had seen Khan, or they had seen Safiya on various planets. The sightings were unfounded however, but it gave rise to the idea of a child, or perhaps that he really wasn't dead. Conspiracy, because here he was, long dead beside his love.

"Captain, we should bring them on board, take them back, put them in a museum perhaps. They, at least Khan, plays a vital role in Earths history." Mirabelle looked on excitedly, imagining seeing these two set up in the Smithsonian.

"No. They will stay right here." Sceuk spoke firmly. "Let us go, and disturb their peace no more." He hated to leave, but respect, and a bit of fear of the dead prompted his decision to depart. He took one last glance at the placque before closing the door behind them. 'Here lies Safiya, always my Serendipity' Was all the placque read in the last glimpses of light.

Back on board his own vessel, Sceuk immediately took leave to his own quarters. In the trunk with his belongings down at the very bottom, he pulled out a book that he hadn't looked upon in years. A weakened leather spine and heavy pages filled with fine handwriting. A book that had been passed to him from a dear friend before he departed this world. A book his ancestors had penned of their own parents. Sceuk stood at the window, and opened up to the first page. It simply read.

'Serendipity and the Monster:

The Love of Safiya and Khan'

* - While I wish I were this talented, this is a quote from Richard Nixon to his wife. I know, right? Tricky Dick has a heart? No kiddin! But I thought it was more than beautiful.

** - This quote can be credited to Christopher Poindexter. I couldn't come up with anything that I felt was going to be powerful enough to convey what I wanted them to.

A/N: So, that was the end. If you didn't get it, Sceuk is reading a book that one of Khans children wrote, and passed down. It my mind, it is compiled of their love stories, their struggles, their ups and downs. I don't know if you cried to read this, but I cried to write this, and to bring this story to a close. Perhaps in the future, I might make a story based off of the book that was written about them. Who knows?

To all of you, thank you so much for following and reading.