Title: Saving DW
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: Drama/humor X-over
Rating: PG-13ish at best
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Summary: Launchpad never did fully trust Mogana Macawber and after seeing her allow her temper to get the best of her for yet another verbal slip of Drake's he's decided enough is enough. If DW won't save himself from this villaness then Darkwing's faithful sidekick will just have to recruit the right kind of help to save his surrogate brother.
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"Are you sure you don't need me here DW? I'm fine with staying and helping your patrol," Launchpad McQuack fretted as his best friend, roommate, and fellow crime fighter Drake Mallard a.k.a. Darkwing Duck pushed him toward the front door.
"For the last time, LP, it will be fine. I was defending the city alone for two years before I even met you. I can handle you vising your family for a weekend for Mother's Day. Besides, I already promised Gosalyn that Quiverwing and Arrow Kid could join me for patrol. I won't be alone," Drake assured his closest friend.
"But what if some of the Fearsome Five act up? I mean, I know Negaduck has been quiet lately, but I know Megavolt and Quackerjack are both on the loose," Launchpad protested.
"Megavolt and Quackerjack have both been laying low after the time top incident and you know it. Apparently a Masked Mallard that went off the deep end was enough to scare them straight for a little while," Drake replied with a small shudder as he recalled what Gosalyn had told them about "Darkwarrior Duck." He had added a new promise to himself to go along with the ones to protect St. Canard and be a good father to Gosalyn after learning of what his future self had become: to never let his grief allow that monster to come to be.
"Then how about you and Gos join me? Mom and Dad have both told me they feel like the two of you are family already just from me letter and phone calls. They'd love a chance to meet you both. Even my sister Loopy has been asking after you guys," Launchpad offered.
"And deny Gosalyn the chance to patrol properly after I already promised her she could? Besides, if things pick up too much I can still call you. And the rest of the Justice Ducks are on call if we need them. Heck, Stegmutt and Morg both live in St. Canard already," Drake responded with a reassuring smile.
Yeah, and what if Morgana gets mad when you insult her cooking again and decides to hit you with the lightning this time instead of using it just scare you? Launchpad asked himself mentally as he recalled the recent confrontation between Drake and his Sorceress girlfriend, the reformed villaness Morgana Macawber.
In all honesty, Launchpad was never fully convinced that Morgana was on the side of the angels, so to speak. Oh, he didn't doubt that she was almost as infatuated with DW as he was with her. You don't get that touchy about someone's opinion of your don't care about them. It was just the fact that her whole reform seemed to hinge on making DW give her a chance. He got the feeling that Morgana could care less about "Normals" and their laws if her "Dark" wasn't in the picture.
It probably didn't help that Launchpad's other enounters with spellcasters consisted mostly of Mr McD's problems of Magica Dispell.
Still, he knew it would only upset his hopelessly infatuated friend to mention his concerns about Morgana. After all, DW wouldn't listen to Launchpad about hos dangerous she was when she was still an active theif and raising those flesh-eating pizza mushrooms.
"Fine, DW, you win. I'll call you guys when I get there," Launchpad conceded. He knew how stubborn his partner could be and knew he would not win this argument. Besides, it had been a could of years since he had last seen his family. He could hardly wait to show them how well he had improved with his landings while working with DW. Heck, he hadn't even crashed the Thunderquack in over a month.
"Thanks, LP. Now get out of here and enjoy you time with your family," Drake ordered with a somewhat sad smile as he pushed his friend the rest of the way to the front door.
It was no big secret that Gosalyn and Launchpad himself were the only family Drake actually had. His own parents had died years ago, leaving the mallard confortably well off, if lonely. He had used his inheritance initally to train himself in his quest as the heroic protector of St. Canard, and later used a potion of it to puchase the house they now lived in after he had adopted Gosalyn.
Speaking of Gosalyn, she was barreling toward the duo at top speed to give Launchpad a hug before he walked out the door to the taki that would take him to the airfield and his personal byplane.
Drake could only look on and smile as his daughter said her own good-byes. They father-daughter duo planned to visit the cemetary to lay flowers on the graves of both his parents and Gosalyn's natural parents on Sunday, but until then he planned to make this weekend as much fun as possible for his adopted daughter.
It took a few more minutes before Launchpad finally found himself in his cab and on the way to his plane. As he rode in the back of the cab he was uncharacteristically quiet as his thoughts turned again toward Drake and Morgana. He had honestly thought her meeting with the Muddlefoots would slow the pair down in some way or another. After all, you didn't get much more Normal than the Muddlefoots; and with how Monster things bothered DW and Launchpad himself, Drake Mallard's neighbors should have sent Morgana screaming.
I just don't know how I can make DW see that she's dangerous and up to no good. I mean I know he's probably lonely with only me and Gos for company and Gosalyn deserves to have a mom around at some point, but does it have to be Morgana? Why can't he find a nice girl instead? Being a hero doesn't keep you having a good woman. Fenton has Gandra and he's Gizmoduck. Maybe I should ask Mom for advice while I'm there. She's always willing to listen of nothing else. And even if I can't mention about Drake being Darkwing Duck, I can still try to get her advice on his attraction to "bad girls." Launchpad thought to himself sullenly.
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: Drama/humor X-over
Rating: PG-13ish at best
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Summary: Launchpad never did fully trust Mogana Macawber and after seeing her allow her temper to get the best of her for yet another verbal slip of Drake's he's decided enough is enough. If DW won't save himself from this villaness then Darkwing's faithful sidekick will just have to recruit the right kind of help to save his surrogate brother.
*****
"Are you sure you don't need me here DW? I'm fine with staying and helping your patrol," Launchpad McQuack fretted as his best friend, roommate, and fellow crime fighter Drake Mallard a.k.a. Darkwing Duck pushed him toward the front door.
"For the last time, LP, it will be fine. I was defending the city alone for two years before I even met you. I can handle you vising your family for a weekend for Mother's Day. Besides, I already promised Gosalyn that Quiverwing and Arrow Kid could join me for patrol. I won't be alone," Drake assured his closest friend.
"But what if some of the Fearsome Five act up? I mean, I know Negaduck has been quiet lately, but I know Megavolt and Quackerjack are both on the loose," Launchpad protested.
"Megavolt and Quackerjack have both been laying low after the time top incident and you know it. Apparently a Masked Mallard that went off the deep end was enough to scare them straight for a little while," Drake replied with a small shudder as he recalled what Gosalyn had told them about "Darkwarrior Duck." He had added a new promise to himself to go along with the ones to protect St. Canard and be a good father to Gosalyn after learning of what his future self had become: to never let his grief allow that monster to come to be.
"Then how about you and Gos join me? Mom and Dad have both told me they feel like the two of you are family already just from me letter and phone calls. They'd love a chance to meet you both. Even my sister Loopy has been asking after you guys," Launchpad offered.
"And deny Gosalyn the chance to patrol properly after I already promised her she could? Besides, if things pick up too much I can still call you. And the rest of the Justice Ducks are on call if we need them. Heck, Stegmutt and Morg both live in St. Canard already," Drake responded with a reassuring smile.
Yeah, and what if Morgana gets mad when you insult her cooking again and decides to hit you with the lightning this time instead of using it just scare you? Launchpad asked himself mentally as he recalled the recent confrontation between Drake and his Sorceress girlfriend, the reformed villaness Morgana Macawber.
In all honesty, Launchpad was never fully convinced that Morgana was on the side of the angels, so to speak. Oh, he didn't doubt that she was almost as infatuated with DW as he was with her. You don't get that touchy about someone's opinion of your don't care about them. It was just the fact that her whole reform seemed to hinge on making DW give her a chance. He got the feeling that Morgana could care less about "Normals" and their laws if her "Dark" wasn't in the picture.
It probably didn't help that Launchpad's other enounters with spellcasters consisted mostly of Mr McD's problems of Magica Dispell.
Still, he knew it would only upset his hopelessly infatuated friend to mention his concerns about Morgana. After all, DW wouldn't listen to Launchpad about hos dangerous she was when she was still an active theif and raising those flesh-eating pizza mushrooms.
"Fine, DW, you win. I'll call you guys when I get there," Launchpad conceded. He knew how stubborn his partner could be and knew he would not win this argument. Besides, it had been a could of years since he had last seen his family. He could hardly wait to show them how well he had improved with his landings while working with DW. Heck, he hadn't even crashed the Thunderquack in over a month.
"Thanks, LP. Now get out of here and enjoy you time with your family," Drake ordered with a somewhat sad smile as he pushed his friend the rest of the way to the front door.
It was no big secret that Gosalyn and Launchpad himself were the only family Drake actually had. His own parents had died years ago, leaving the mallard confortably well off, if lonely. He had used his inheritance initally to train himself in his quest as the heroic protector of St. Canard, and later used a potion of it to puchase the house they now lived in after he had adopted Gosalyn.
Speaking of Gosalyn, she was barreling toward the duo at top speed to give Launchpad a hug before he walked out the door to the taki that would take him to the airfield and his personal byplane.
Drake could only look on and smile as his daughter said her own good-byes. They father-daughter duo planned to visit the cemetary to lay flowers on the graves of both his parents and Gosalyn's natural parents on Sunday, but until then he planned to make this weekend as much fun as possible for his adopted daughter.
It took a few more minutes before Launchpad finally found himself in his cab and on the way to his plane. As he rode in the back of the cab he was uncharacteristically quiet as his thoughts turned again toward Drake and Morgana. He had honestly thought her meeting with the Muddlefoots would slow the pair down in some way or another. After all, you didn't get much more Normal than the Muddlefoots; and with how Monster things bothered DW and Launchpad himself, Drake Mallard's neighbors should have sent Morgana screaming.
I just don't know how I can make DW see that she's dangerous and up to no good. I mean I know he's probably lonely with only me and Gos for company and Gosalyn deserves to have a mom around at some point, but does it have to be Morgana? Why can't he find a nice girl instead? Being a hero doesn't keep you having a good woman. Fenton has Gandra and he's Gizmoduck. Maybe I should ask Mom for advice while I'm there. She's always willing to listen of nothing else. And even if I can't mention about Drake being Darkwing Duck, I can still try to get her advice on his attraction to "bad girls." Launchpad thought to himself sullenly.