A/N: Hello all! This is my first DuckTales work so I really hope you like it! Also, if anyone is an expert at typing in a Scottish accent for Scrooge, hit me up because I stink at it!

Louie Duck tiredly opened his eyes as sunlight streamed into his room at McDuck Manor. He looked around for the source of the irritating beeping that had awoken him, only to realize that it had been his alarm clock. Groaning, Louie pulled his pillow over his head when he saw that is was only six A.M. Time to get ready for the day. The ten-year-old sighed and rolled back over knowing that if he didn't get up soon, both Uncle Donald and Mrs. Beakley would hunt him down. Not that they ever needed to very often. A little-known secret of Louie's was that he liked waking up early.

The green-clad duckling swung his webbed feet over the side of the bed and stood up. As he lifted his nightshirt over his head he winced a little as his arm brushed up against his chest.

The young duckling rubbed gingerly at his chest. "Must have slept on it wrong." He gently pulled on his hoodie and made his way to the bathroom. He went through his morning routine as usual but he moved sluggishly due to his chest hurting more than normal this morning.

He knew that he should probably tell Uncle Donald about the pain he was in but... his uncle was way too overprotective! And he overreacted way too much for his own good. Louie knew that if he were to tell him about his chest being sore where the pacemaker was, that Donald would demand he take it easy all day or even go to the doctor. And Louie detested going to the doctor.

Slowly, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He smiled when he saw Mrs. Beakley making breakfast, all thoughts of the pacemaker forgotten.

"Morning, Mrs. B." Louie winked over at her.

Mrs. Beakley rolled her eyes but chuckled at the young duck.

"Hello, Llewelyn." She snickered.

Louie winced at the use of his full name. "Aw come on, Mrs. B. There's no need for that!" He playfully glared at the older woman as she continued to snicker at his expense.

"So... need any help in here?" Louie asked tentatively.

Mrs. Beakley smiled as she guided Louie over to a step stool and handed him a knife so he could start cutting up some fruit. This was one of their best-kept secrets. No one else (with the exception of Donald) knew that Louie actually loved to help out in the kitchen. He did have a reputation to keep after all. But cooking had been kind of soothing to the youngest triplet and it gave him something to calm his busy mind.

They both worked for the next hour, making breakfast for the family in a comfortable silence. As the two finished making breakfast, they heard the rest of the manor's occupants making their way through the house to the dining room. Mrs. Beakley looked at Louie knowingly as the young duck scrambled out of the kitchen before turning back to what she was doing.

"Good morning, brothers of mine." Louie wrapped an arm around each of his still sleepy brothers as they groaned at him.

"What's so great about it?" Dewey sighed as he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Aw now, c'mon Dewford." Louie chuckled as he sat down next to his brothers at the table. "It isn't that bad."

"It is when your alarm is Uncle Donald dragging you from your nice warm bed quite literally," Dewey grumbled, laying his head on the table.

"You should start learning to wake up when he tells you to the first time." Huey laughed at his younger brother.

Louie could only chuckle at his brothers as they continued to bicker with each other. He and Webby, who had just sat down across from them, shared a look and continued to laugh at Louie's brothers as they had now resorted to using full names. They all quieted down as Mrs. Beakley stepped into the dining room with breakfast.

"Alright, children. Time to eat." The elderly housekeeper set down platters of food in front of everyone.

"Thank you, Mrs. Beakley." Huey inhaled the scent of the delicious food in front of him.

"Yeah thank you!" Dewey started piling his plate with food. "It all looks amazing."

"Indeed it does look amazing." Scrooge joined them at the table looking pleased. "Another fine job, Beakley."

"Well, are you all just going to sit there talking about it or help yourselves." Mrs. Beakley crossed her arms over her chest, looking almost unpleased with the compliments.

"Mmmm. I am way ahead of you, Mrs. B." Louie chimed in as he ate the food in front of him.

Dewey agreed with his younger brother as he shoveled food into his mouth as if it would disappear if he were to slow down.

Mrs. Beakley nodded, satisfied that her work was done for now. With that, she sat down at the table with them and ate her own breakfast.

Louie sighed in contentment as he opened yet another can of Pep. It was a few hours after breakfast and Louie was enjoying himself in front of the TV in the living room. His chest was still hurting but he had elected to ignore it and take it easy today. Like every other day.

As Louie reached for another can of Pep, he saw what was on TV and groaned. "This show is so dumb."

"You could always turn off the telly."

And that's how the day started to go downhill.

Honestly, when Uncle Scrooge had brought (see dragged) him to the office to learn 'the value of hard work' Louie had honestly not foreseen any of this happening. And what a day it had been. Who would have thought that he would be on the run from a robot with a mind and agenda of its own?

Dewey looked at his younger brother in concern as the green-clad duck rested his head against the elder's shoulder.

"Lou?" Dewey questioned quietly. "Are you ok, bro?"

"I'm OK." The younger duck whispered as he started to rub his chest again. "Just tired."

Dewey shared a concerned look with Webby before turning back to his little brother.

"And..." Dewey prompted, wrapping an arm around Louie.

"And... my chest is a little sore..." Louie trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with Dewey. Dewey may not be the resident worry wart of the family but when it came to either Huey or Louie, he became a something akin to a mother hen.

"I knew it. Is it your pacemaker?" Dewey asked as he began to rub his hand up and down Louie's arm.

"What's goin' on then?" Scrooge inquired having heard his two nephews talking. "Is the lad ok?"

"It's been sore all day," Louie muttered as he looked at his hands. "Nothing too bad though. I'm fine."

Dewey looked at his brother skeptically. "Louie, if your chest has been sore all day, that's not nothing." Something occurred to Dewey. "Did that robot of Gearloose's make it worse? It did, didn't it? I'm gonna give that chicken a piece of my mind."

Dewey had no idea why he was so mad at Gearloose. Afterall, technically, the robot had turned on him as well. But Louie was in pain and whenever that happened, all logic flew out the window faster than one of Launchpad's crash landings.

"Dewey. Dude, calm down. This isn't anyone's fault. I'm fine. I'm just a little sore today."

"What do ya mean: 'I'm fine'? What is going on, laddies?" Scrooge was getting irritated that no one was answering him.

Webby nodded, also just as confused and wanting to know what was going on with her friend.

Louie looked at Dewey, silently begging him not to make a bigger deal out of this than he already had. Of course, with Louie's luck and Dewey's stubbornness, that wasn't a possibility.

"Louie has a pacemaker. He does just fine with it but, occasionally, he will have off days, that he should be telling us about. Like today, Llewelyn. You should have told us. What if it had been worse?"

"Well, it wasn't, Dewford." Louie ground out.

"What if it was, lad?"

All three kids turned to look at Scrooge as he sat looking at Louie with a grave expression. Louie stared down at his hands as he started to fiddle with the hem of his hoodie.

"I wish you had let me know about this earlier, Louie. Even if you think you're fine you should at least let someone know that you do not feel well. Especially with something as serious as having a pacemaker."

Louie sighed, kicking his feet back and forth in slight shame. "I'm sorry." He looked to Dewey. "I'm sorry I made you worry today bro. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, Uncle Scrooge." Louie looked back down at his hands as Dewey sighed and brought an arm around him. "I know it's no excuse it's just that I really am fine most days and I didn't want you guys worrying about nothing."

Dewey snorted. "With you, there is always something to worry about, bro. Especially when you keep conning everyone and their brother out of all their money." He ruffled the feathers on top of Louie's head as his younger brother swatted at his hand.

"Just... don't do it again, laddie. "Scrooge sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "Just remember that your family only reacts the way they do because they love you."

"Eh... he's alright." Dewey teased and Louie looked at him in mock hurt and surprise before laughing with him.

Webby smiled at the two brothers and joined in with their laughter while Scrooge looked on with a small, sad smile.

'They are so much like you, Della. If only you could see.'

When they finally reached home, with minimal crashing, Dewey and Webby quickly ran off before anyone had a chance to talk to them. Louie turned to look at his uncle in apprehension not liking what he was about to do next but knowing it had to be done.

"Uncle Scrooge?"

Scrooge paused and looked back at his youngest nephew. "What is it, Louie?" He asked.

Louie swallowed his pride. He hated admitting that he was wrong in any way. "I'm sorry about being so lazy lately and relying too much on our- on your money."

Louie was messing with the hem of his hoodie once more. A nervous habit Scrooge noticed.

"And I am sorry about not thinking before I used your priceless first dime for a can of Pep. Even if it wasn't the real one, I should have thought before I acted."

Scrooge smiled softly down at his nephew and kneeled down so he was at Louie's height. "Lad, I'm not going to pretend that I'm not disappointed about your actions. Had any of the circumstances been different, things could have been a lot worse."

Louie looked down, trying to avoid his uncle's eyes. He felt so ashamed of his actions and Scrooge took notice of this. He put a hand under Louie's chin and lifted his head so their eyes met once more.

"But I am very touched that you went to such great lengths to get it back. Even if you did put yourself in danger, young man."

Louie chuckled nervously at that last part and rubbed the back of his head. "Did I mention that I was really sorry? Because I am."

Scrooge chuckled and ruffled his nephew's head again. "I know, Louie. I know."

"It was actually kind of fun hanging out with you at work." Louie started walking back with Scrooge into the mansion.

"Was it now, lad?" Scrooge felt elated to hear that.

"Yeah, it was." Louie looked up and beamed at his uncle. "Maybe I can come with you again sometime?"

"I'd like that, my boy." Scrooge squeezed Louie's shoulder. "I'd like that a lot."

"Well, I'm going to go and catch up on TV in the living room. Maybe I'll finally migrate up to the bigger TV. Have a few cans of Pep. I'll see you later, Uncle Scrooge." Louie began to saunter off.

Scrooge frowned slightly. "Now Louie, I thought we were past this."

Louie shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "What can I say? Old habits die hard and I have a reputation to uphold."

Scrooge only sighed and started to chuckle. "Carry on, lad. Carry on."

A/N: There's the (rotten) first chapter! I hope you guys like it! I mainly wrote this one so Scrooge and Webby learn of Louie's condition but this is mostly just going to be a One-Shot collection following the series.