Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck.
AN: This isn't one of my usual fandoms I write, but it popped in my head after watching the episode...
She had never been scared of him before she went into that top, Drake reflected sadly. He watched from the doorway as Launchpad woke her, giving her a hug as she sniffled. He slid out of sight as she glanced about the room and finally settled back against the pilot's shoulder. Rubbing her back a little, he calmed her and got her to lie back down again. By the time Launchpad came out, Drake was already downstairs at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee.
"She's okay now," Launchpad tried to reassure him.
"Good," he replied absently. She would be fine in the morning, jumping on him, climbing on him, hugging him, swearing she would stay out of trouble at school even though they both knew she wouldn't. At night though, she flinched from his touch and curled away from even his voice. He had finally, reluctantly, allowed Launchpad to take up the task of comforting her after the nightmares of DarkWarrior Duck, but it didn't get any easier.
"She's not getting them as often," Launchpad sat next to him, his voice trying to stay upbeat, "I bet it won't be long before she doesn't have any now."
"I hope so."
