Longer Days

Summary: Set in an AU, where the dynamics of "Omegaverse" are involved. Several years have gone by and Darkwing Duck is still fighting against crime, but now with the help of Quiverwing Quack. Everything seems to be going smoothly until suddenly his whole world is unraveling and something far darker seems to be triggering it all. Darkwing Duck/Launchpad.

Author's Note: So, here we go, years later, I'm finally returning to this fic. This was originally a story that I wrote to be dedicated to Kaboot, for she wanted an LP/DW pairing. Well, this story fizzled out and never got finished and it always bothered me that it never got finished, so now that I'm back into the fanfiction game, I thought I'd give this a nice re-vamp and re-write and try again.

This time, the biggest change would have to be that this story is now set in the "omegaverse", which, for those of you who do not know, is a universe where everyone has a secondary gender: either Alpha, Beta, or Omega. For further details about the logistics of the universe, you can either look it up or PM me and I can further explain. Not too much will be discussed right off the bat in chapter 1, so you'll be fine.

This fic still takes place a few years after the show, so there's a good chance all the same people will be in it, just a bit older! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The small family that lived at 357 Avian Way was strange at best, or at least would be to the outside world. In a world where a person's gender was not simply decided on whether they were male or female, this family of three was an oddity. Everyone was determined their second gender by either being an alpha, beta, or an omega, which was usually discovered around the age of puberty. There was one of each in this small family.

Drake Mallard, secretly known as the masked vigilante, Darkwing Duck, was loathed to admit that he was an omega. The sex that gained the least amount of freedom by the government in their world, simply because they were the most rare and the most fertile; especially male omegas. Though very few people knew his true sex, for he would never have been able to become a fighter against evil if he went around as an omega. In fact, he would have been taken in by numerous different organizations funded by the government to help him find a mate, settle down, and have children. For omegas didn't get the option of being anything other than mothers and mates with many offspring. It was very uncommon for omegas to even have jobs.

No. To the world, Darkwing Duck was an alpha, who had the ability to be whomever he wanted to be and without needing to be tied down to anyone. With the help of heat suppressants and alpha scented colognes, no one was the wiser when it came to Darkwing Duck. Besides, no one who jumped into danger and fought insane super powered villains would ever be an omega. Omegas were gentle and soft spoken and genuinely wanted to be coddled and raise a family.

Not Drake Mallard.

Then there was the other oddity that was Drake Mallard. Not only did he not want to bear any children, he went as far as to adopt. Usually the only ones who adopted were betas, who tended to have least amount of luck with pregnancies or older omegas or same sex couples who had trouble concieving.

Gosalyn Mallard was a fourteen year old female alpha, who, in Drake's opinion, was more than enough to handle. She was so high spirited and high maintence, he figured he might as well have three children of his own with her around. And that's what he loved about her so much. Drake admired her fiery personality and bravery.

The last resident in the house was Launchpad McQuack; a beta with a heart of gold. Being a beta gave Launchpad the ability not care as much about his secondary sex, for betas were seen as the lowest ranking of the three sexes; or often referred to as the neutral sex. Like alphas, betas could be whomever they wanted to be, with even less pressure, since they were not required to find a mate nearly as much as omegas or alphas were.

As a general rule, alphas were encouraged to mate with omegas and vice versa. However, since omegas, both male and female, were so rare, alphas and betas often mated with each other.

Drake had never thought he'd find himself a mate growing up. For a while, he had flat out refused to for he was unwilling to settle down with the anyone and be forced to have kids. He always believed he should love who he wanted to love and be whoever he wanted to be. Not have a bunch of kids just for the sake of being an omega.

It had happened slowly, starting the first night Darkwing Duck had crashed through the roof of Launchpad's plane hangar. Darkwing would never admit it out loud, but the first time he'd laid eyes of Launchpad, he'd known something was special about him. Though at the time, he figured that feeling was because the pilot was happily flying backwards as he chattered away instead of forwards and clearly didn't know what was up and down.

But over the years, their mutual attraction grew to the point where it couldn't be ignored. The hero and sidekick already lived under the same roof with a rambunctious girl they both saw as their own. They figured they might as well make it official.

Laughter filled the room as all three occupants of the room watched the television. Two of the occupants were not nearly as jubilant and excited as the third occupant was, seeing as how they were not jumping up and down on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch.

Gosalyn watched with pride and arrogance as the news caster spoke of how Quiverwing Quack, her alter superhero ego, had stopped the bank robbers from stealing all the money from the St. Canard bank.

"Keen gear! That sure is a great shot of me they got! Look! I'm standing on top of the robbers!" she was saying, bursting with self pride.

Drake looked up at her, his arms crossed as he slouched on the couch. He should have been used to this by now, seeing as how its been a year or two since she first started fighting crimes mainly by herself. It was hard, not only because of the fame she was now hogging that he had always desperately craved, but because he worried so much about her.

Gosalyn shouted her delight once more, bouncing up and down on the poor coffee table in front of the couch.

"Gosalyn..." sighed Drake. "Get down from the table before you break your neck!"

Gosalyn turned around and snickered at her father. She no longer wore her infamous purple jersey which had long ago been replaced with another blue jersey from another sports team. "Yeah, dad, like being on this table is what is going to kill me. After all the times I've jumped off rooftops and such, this'll kill me!" She turned back to the television.

Drake's rolled his eyes before turning and hiding his beak and face into the large arm of Launchpad, who sat beside him, who's eyes were on the TV. Drake re-emerged a few moments later, to watch an animated Gosalyn press on with her excitement. He continued to rest the side of his head on his boyfriend's arm.

Launchpad looked down at his closest friend and smiled. "Cheer up, DW, at least she's doing well" he said softly, trying to be supportive.

Drake nodded, a faint smile on his beak. "Yep, yep, yep. I wouldn't expect anything less of you, Gos."

Gosalyn smirked at his praise before turning back to the television.

The news caster finally began a new topic, much to Drake's utter relief, and Gosalyn finally came back down to the floor. She turned to the two ducks sitting on the couch as a Hamburger Hippo commercial came on. "They just keep gettin' better, don't they Launchpad?"

The pilot smiled at her, eyeing the commercial. "You got that right! And I wanna know, who IS the guy under the Hamburger Hippo suit?" Drake slowly looked up at his lover, a confused look on his face. Gosalyn was giving him the same expression.

Drake shook his head and was about to get up when the phone rang. "If that's Binkie Muddlefoot again, I'm not here!" called out Drake as Gosalyn ran to get the phone. Launchpad gave him several pats on the back as Drake scooted to the edge of the couch. Their eratic and hair-brained neighbor was constantly on Drake's case about 'not being a proper omega' and if he had to sit and listen through another one of her lectures, he was going to tear his feathers out. As Drake Mallard, a handful of people knew he was an omega; which included the Muddlefoots.

A moment later Gosalyn brought the phone over to her dad, who looked up at her cautiously before taking the phone from her.

He pressed the earpiece up to his ear. "Hello, Drake speaking." He immediately smiled and tapped his webbed foot down on the floor in a shy manner. "Hi, Morgana…." There was a pause as Morgana clearly replied back. Then, "How are things holding up then?"

Launchpad was suddenly up and standing beside Drake, his arm around the shorter duck's shoulders. Drake however took no notice of this, for he was too busy talking on the phone.

He chuckled nervously, pulling at the collar of his shirt. "Ignore them, Morg. They don't know what they're talking about."

Both of the other occupants could hear shouting at the other end, making Drake wince and frown sadly. This earned confused looks from Gosalyn and Launchpad. Drake raised a finger for them to wait a moment before he explained.

"Look, Morg, you've been strong through all of this so far...It's going to be okay" said Drake in a comforting voice. The other two occupants of the room suddenly seemed to be aware of what he was talking about as they lowered their heads in sympathy.

Morgana McCawber, Drake's ex-girlfriend and praised sorceress of the McCawber family, was an omega like Drake. Because of this, her family was very protective of her. She would have been overly protected regardless, since she was the youngest of the family, but being an omega made it doubly so. All her life, Morgana had fought for her freedom, not wishing to live behind closed doors and locked away simply for being who she was.

Morgana's family, for the past several years, had been getting more and more strict with her, to the point where her and Drake had been forced to break up. For a good portion of their relationship, Morgana had believed Drake to be the alpha his alter ego, Darkwing Duck, appeared to be. Yet despite being an alpha, the McCawber family still refused to like Darkwing enough to approve of their relationship. He was a 'Normal', afterall. As things progressed and slowly got worse, Drake was forced to tell Morgana the truth and say that he was actually an omega, which didn't help their case at all. It was strictly unheard of for two omegas to mate; not with all the abundant amount of alphas in the world.

Though they had managed to stay friends and remain close to each other, the lie Darkwing had used about his secondary gender had made things ever so strained in the dating department. Drake was constantly trying to make it up to her by helping Morgana fight for her rights.

"Sorry, I did promise you that, Morg. But you understand why I lied to you back then, right? You of all people should understand, especially now. But it doesn't matter, we'll get through this. Your family just needs to understand you are your own person" Drake was saying to her.

Launchpad held him closer, lowering his head. The larger duck, despite having gotten Morgana's blessing to date her ex, still felt bad about the whole thing. It hadn't been too long after they had broken up that things had started between him and Drake.

"You know you're always more than welcome to stay with us, Morg" offered Drake. "We have a spare-" He paused before suddenly yelling, "Is that your Aunt Nasty I hear yelling in the background!?" He obviously got an affirmative answer for Drake rolled his eyes. "She should NOT be saying such things, especially to her own neice!"

Drake pushed Launchpad's arm aside, opting to pace around the living room.

Gosalyn shook her head and crossed her arms, turning to Launchpad. "I'm sure glad I'm not an omega!" she commented. "They make such a big deal about it! All these rules and regulations. I don't know how they stand it!"

Launchpad shrugged his shoulders. Being a beta, he knew even less about the situation. "They're rare and I guess they feel they need to be protected and guided."

Drake's voice suddenly filled with emotion, giving a little squeak. "Don't say that Morg. I told you not to listen to the things they say. You're so much more than what they think!" There was silence as Drake listened to her reply. "Alright, Morg. I'll talk to you later. You know you can call anytime...Bye..." Drake took the phone from his ear and looked at it, crestfallen. He then took the phone and threw it against the wall. It crashed with a loud bang. Launchpad was surprised it didn't break.

Drake turned to his friends, who he knew were waiting for an explaination to his anger. "I've never liked her family!"

Gosalyn stepped forward with a frown. There was once a time when she had adored Morgana's family, for the simple fact that they were monsters. Yet now that she knew how Morgana's family treated her as a misguided omega with no real say, she couldn't stand them either. "What are they saying now?" she demanded.

Drake groaned, putting his head in his hands as Launchpad sat back down on the couch. "I don't even have the strength to repeat any of it. Basically the same stuff they always say. That she needs to settle down with an alpha and if she doesn't, she's not allowed to perform magic until she does..."

Launchpad raised an eyebrow. "Can they do that?"

Drake shrugged. "Even if they can't, they shouldn't threaten her like that."

Drake had, by this point, calmed down slightly as he scratched the back of his neck. He took in a deep breath. "Anyways, good job, today, kiddo. I'm proud" he gestured to the TV with his hand, lazily. He was trying to change the subject. He walked passed her, patting her on the back.

Gosalyn beamed. It made her feel proud to know she was making her father happy. Ever since she had met Darkwing Duck, she knew she wanted to be just like him. Every little bit of praise from her dad was comforting and she treasured it.

"Alright, who's hungry?" called out Launchpad as he slapped his hands down on his lap before standing up. "I'll cook us something nice before we go to bed, eh?"

Gosalyn nodded. "Yeah, I'll have a bite to eat. How about you dad?" she glanced over at her dad, who had started going up the stairs.

Drake stopped walking and looked down at her. He shurgged. "Sure, I could go for some food." There was a sudden, sharp pain in his chest that made him nearly stumble down the few steps he'd climbed up. He pressed his right hand against the sore spot, gasping very quietly.

"Dad?" asked Gosalyn as she made her way over to him.

"DW?" came the concerned voice of Launchpad, who had poked his head out of the kitchen. Launchpad pushed past Gosalyn and placed his arms around Drake as though he was giving him a side hug, but Drake gently pushed him off.

"I'm fine" he insisted. He rubbed a bit more at the sore spot as the pain vanished. Launchpad patted him on the back.

"Must be old age" giggled Gosalyn teasingly.

Drake rolled his eyes at her. "Or perhaps too many years dealing with you" he snapped back.

Gosalyn's grin only widened before heading into the kitchen, leaving the other two alone.

"DW…?" spoke Launchpad quietly after she left. Drake turned towards the living room, slowly walking to the kitchen.

"I'm alright, LP" he spoke after a few minutes of silence. He gave a wan smile up to Launchpad in an attempt to reassure the other. He leaned up against Launchpad's arm before ushering towards the kitchen. "Come on...Go make us some food."

Launchpad smiled. "You don't need to tell me twice, DW! I'm starvin'!" he laughed.

Drake smiled. "You're always hungry" he pointed out with a shake of his head.

Launchpad couldn't deny that one. "Pretty much."

Gosalyn was waiting in the kitchen for them and she properly chastised them for taking so long. It seemed the young alpha was just as hungry as Launchpad was.

"Alright, ya lovebirds! Cut it out! Some of us are hungry!" she bellowed at them.

Launchpad went to the fridge and pulled out some hamburgers and within fifteen minutes, the meat was being fried and Drake and Gosalyn were pulling out plates and napkins, along with every condiment they owned.

Drake was setting the table when Gosalyn asked, "So, why doesn't Morgana just settle down with someone?"

Drake shook his head. "You don't get it, Gos and thankfully you'll never have to understand. I thank my lucky stars you're not an omega. Omegas don't have the luxury of being whoever they want to be. Society thinks and upholds that all omegas are to be controlled. They are to stay at home and once they find a mate, live under the rules of their mate and have children. Thierjob is to have kids. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Morgana, like me, doesn't want that. She and I both want our freedom. Why do you think I pretend to be an alpha whenever I'm Darkwing Duck?"

"Because no one would ever take you seriously as an omega?" guessed Gosalyn as she sat down at the table.

Drake half shrugged, half nodded. "That's the gist of it. But not only that, if anyone were to find out, I'd be a goner. I would be in so much trouble."

"Eh, you're kinda already in a lot of trouble, DW. I mean, its kinda against the law to be a masked vigilante, no matter what sex you are" Launchpad pointed out as he flipped the hamburgers.

Drake rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine! I would be in MORE trouble, because I'm actually an omega! So, I wear cologne, I take suppressants; I do everything I can to make sure no one ever finds out. Save for you guys. It's a bit more difficult to hide from the people I'm living with..."

Launchpad laughed as he started placing the cooked hamburgers on the buns for everyone. "Boy, is that an understatement! I'll still never forgot how I found you were actually an omega."

"Yeah, let's NOT talk about it" grumbled Drake.

Gosalyn blinked and looked between the two of them, realizing she didn't know the story herself. "Wait a minute! I know how 'I' found out, but I never did find out how Launchpad learned about it!"

Launchpad opened his mouth, clearly not minding to share the story, but Drake beat it to him.

"And its going to stay that way!" he said snappily.

Gosalyn pouted for a moment before smirking. She may not find out now, but she was currently making it her goal to eventually find out. She loved the idea that her father and Launchpad were dating. Though she had loved Morgana to pieces, she loved the idea even more that Launchpad, a friend who was practically a second father to her, was dating her adoptive father. For the first time in years she finally felt like she had a full fledged family. Two parent figures to live with under the same roof. The last time she had had anything remotely close to this large of a family was when she was much smaller and it seemed as time went on, her memories of that time and place become more and more fuzzy and blurry.

Gosalyn watched the two of them interact with a big grin on her beak. It had taken a while, but it seemed everything was falling into place for her and her dad.

Coming back to reality, Gosalyn decided to mention how she had learned the great Darkwing Duck was an omega. It had been about a week after Drake had adopted her.

"I remember when I found out what you really were" interjected Gosalyn into the silence.

Drake turned to her, a fond expression on his face as he recalled the memory.

Gosalyn went on with the story. "It had been about a week after you adopted me. I was having trouble sleeping...I couldn't stop dreaming about that awful Taurus Bulba and how I'd thought you'd died and how I'd lost my grandpa...I had gone into your room...You were just snoring away..."

"I don't snore!" groused Drake.

Gosalyn pressed on like he hadn't said anything. "And I climbed into bed with you, hoping to just have some peace of mind. You made me feel better knowing I wasn't alone...And until then, you had always smelled like smoke and startch..."

At Launchpad's confused look, Drake said, "You think I iron my cape a lot now, you should have seen how often I USED to press it!"

Gosalyn continued after taking a bite out of her hamburger. "And you know, the typical scent of an alpha...But when I had climbed into bed with you that night, you didn't smell like that. You smelled more like peaches and spice...and a scent I hadn't smelled since before I lost my mom and dad. And that's when I realized...You smelled like an omega!"

Drake nodded. "Yep...When I adopted you, I had thought about keeping up the charade as an alpha...But...It felt nice not to have to lie...And I figured it would only help my cover. Who would suspect omega Drake Mallard to be the great alpha: Darkwing Duck!" He said this dramatically.

Gosalyn and Launchpad just stared at him, unimpressed.

Drake sighed. "Ugh, well, anyways, it would have been too hard. Its one thing to hide something like that when I'm living by myself; its another thing altogether hiding it from my own daughter...I didn't feel like bothering."

"NOW will you tell me how Launchpad found out!?" demanded Gosalyn.

Drake glared at her from across the table. "No!" he said sternly. He looked up at Launchpad. "And you won't tell her either!"

Launchpad chuckled and nodded before biting into his hamburger.

Drake was about to take another bite when the same sharp pain returned to his chest. He nearly choked on his hamburger at the sudden shock of it. He gave a grunt but managed to cover it from Gosalyn and Launchpad. Once the pain began to fade he choked out, "Went down the wrong pipe."

They nodded understandingly, though Launchpad gave him more of an unconvinced look.

Drake frowned, wondering why he was suddenly feeling sharp pains in his chest. He hoped it wasn't anything too serious.

His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of the news coming on the television in the front room sounded. It was a loud chime that was interrupting the current news report. All three of them exchanged concerned looks; it must be an emergency if the news was interrupting the commercials.

Their food forgotten, all three of them walked into the front living room to watch the television.

The news caster started speaking. "It appears that the notorious duo are at it again. The super villains known as Quackerjack and Megavolt have been hitting every toy store and electronics store throughout the city and it appears they are no where near finished."

The camera on the screen moved to one of the toy stores the two had hit, which was in complete ruins. It zoomed in on a piece of paper tacked to the half broken front door. "The two criminals have been leaving notes with riddles or jokes on them. Could these be clues to where they'll be hitting next? More at 11." The news changed back to a commercial.

Drake gave Launchpad and Gosalyn a side smirk and which they returned. They all knew what this meant.

Author's Note: Well, what did you think? This is a bit of a test. I've never written in Omegaverse before, and recently I've been intruiged by the concept, so I'm giving it the all go. I found this chapter to be a bit fluffy and mushy, but don't worry, it gets much better, I promise! I tried keeping everyone in character and I think I did a decent job. Not sure when, but more is to come! -EricaX