While Huey's at Camp
Dewey's pov
After I go through a list of things I must do for proper nightly hygiene, I groan and lock myself in my room.
Huey is at camp and there's been some unsettling feelings going around.
Louie hasn't left the small space on the houseboat with Uncle Donald, who he calls, 'dad' now.
I only followed through with hygiene because I know that's what my brothers would want.
I could have totally gotten away with doing whatever I wanted, but I'm not Louie.
I decide to head to Webby's room.
She won't mind that it's late, right?
I clear my throat and knock on her door.
Webby opens the door and pulls me inside her room.
"Oh. Hi, Dewey! I thought you were a burglar or something. Heh. Sorry." Webby nervously laughs.
"It's fine." I reply.
We stand there staring at each other for a while before Webby rolls her eyes and speaks up.
"How long is Huey at camp? Also, how long do you think Louie will stay with Donald?"
"Uh...Huey's there the rest of this week. He comes back Sunday night and it's only Tuesday. I keep thinking it's later. It's feels like forever since my brothers left me." I sigh.
"It's been since Sunday. You've made it through about two full days and a half." Webby points out.
"I can't take it anymore. No Huey to correct everything we do, and no Louie so no 'we'. Louie and I have a new episode of 'Duckburg's Got Talent' to watch." I huff.
"You're adorable." Webby kisses my cheek.
"No! I'm totally serious!" I cross my arms.
"Whatever you say, Dewdrop." Webby shrugs.
"No. That's what Louie calls me." I growl.
"He calls you, 'DEWEY Dewdrop'. I called you 'Dewdrop'. He made your name longer rather than shorter." Webby says.
"Yeah. It's Louie's thing for me though." I tell her.
"Then why don't you just go see your Louie?" Webby huffs.
"I haven't thought about that. I will go see my baby brother now!" I shout.
Webby shoves me out of her room and waves before shutting her door.
I run down to the houseboat and barge in.
"Hello, Dewey! How are you?" Uncle Donald greets me, with his head in his hands.
"I'm DEWEYing good!" I laugh.
Uncle Donald groans which causes me to laugh more.
"I suppose you're looking for Louie?" Uncle Donald asks.
"Yeah. Where is he?" I scan the room for a trace of him.
Not even a soda can.
Uncle Donald sighs and looks up at me revealing his tired, tear-stained face.
"L-Louie is ok...right?" I stutter.
"I don't know. He ran out earlier today and now no one can find him. He said he was visiting a friend. D...Doofus I think?" Uncle Donald tries.
"There's no way Lou Lou would ever go back there! He's obviously lying!" I gasp.
"Where is he, then?! Can you do that thing that Huey can where he can tell exactly where you and Louie are?!" Uncle Donald asks.
"Uh...no. I can read a text from Lou though." I hold up my phone with a new text message from Louie.
"He was trying to walk to Huey's campsite. He got lost though. Louie also said he turned on his location services on his phone so we can find him." I tell Uncle Donald.
"Get in the car then! We are going to find Louie!" Uncle Donald pulls me into the car and speeds off.
"Be careful! It's raining and the road is wet!" I whimper as Uncle Donald slightly curves off the road.
"Sorry, Dewey. I just have to find my child. He's lost out in this horrible storm." Uncle Donald sighs.
His child?
Is he really doing this whole dad thing?
Lighting strikes and I cringe.
I know Louie is terrified of storms.
"Lightning and thunder." I whisper.
"Louie is going to be such a mess. Do we still have some towels back there? He's probably soaked." Uncle Donald asks.
I look around till I find some old towels and even some spare sets of clothes in the very back of the car.
"Yes, Uncle Donald. We even have a spare set of clothes for each triplet." I point out.
"That's good. According to the tracking, Louie should be just around this street here." Uncle Donald tells me.
We pull over and put on lots of rain gear before stepping outside to look for Louie.
"Louie! Louie! Where are you, Lou Lou?!" I call out.
"Found him." Uncle Donald shouts.
I rush to turn a corner and see Louie shaking in Uncle Donald's arms.
"Let's go home." Uncle Donald sighs.
We get in the car and Louie changes into the spare set of clothes.
He's very wide-eyed and alert.
The slightest things make him flinch.
That's not unusual though.
"We need to get you some nice, warm food. Anywhere you want to drive through?" Uncle Donald asks Louie.
Louie doesn't respond but bursts into tears.
I wrap my arms around him and let him sob.
I'm sorta a pro at this by now.
"I-I'm worries about Huey. What's he doing in this storm?" Louie frowns.
"He's with his junior nerd-chucks. He knows what he's doing. Trust me." I grin.
"Ok. Is that fast food still on the table?" Louie half smiles.
Later, we are at the houseboat and eating some fast food.
"Lou, you realize that the only reason we literally got out in the storm in the middle of the night, came to find you, and brought you back here was because we care about you, right?" I ask him.
"I guess. Thanks guys. I owe you one." Louie half grins.
I ruffle his hair before taking my trash to the trash can to throw it away.
"Louie! Come here please!" Uncle Donald yells.
"I'll clean the dinner table. You go see what Uncle Donald needs." I tell Louie.
Louie nods and shakily stands up.
Louie sits back down and bows his head in shame.
"What's wrong?" I rush over to him.
"I can't walk. I get too dizzy, my legs are shaky, and I hurt." Louie lists.
"Hurt?! How? Why?!" I gasp.
"I didn't think I'd run into the person I lied to dad about going to visit. Doofus did horrible things! I-I'm scared." Louie admits.
"I wanna know what he did to hurt you." I growl.
"H-he..." Louie trails off due to trying to hold back tears.
"What happened?! Please tell me, Lou Lou." I urge him.
Louie whispers something.
"Speak up. I have to know what I'm dealing with." I place my hands on his shoulders.
Louie says something once more, but Uncle Donald calls for Louie again.
I sigh and get Louie to Uncle Donald before going to clean off the table.
My phone starts ringing and I go to check it.
It's an unknown number.
I shrug and answer the phone.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello, Dewey. I want my possession back. You have him." I hear a creepy voice speak.
"Who is this again?" I frown.
"The one that your brother belongs to. I want him back. I wasn't done with him." The voice laughs, evilly.
"Doofus." I growl.
"I thought you would never guess, you innocent child. Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. If you won't hand my possession over, let me make you my possession in Louie's place." Doofus says.
"What?! I would never hand my baby brother over to a creep like you! Why do you even want him?!" I yell.
"Oh he didn't tell you about the fun we had today? He's mine now anyways. Hand him over or hand yourself over to me." Doofus demands.
"Eww! Absolutely not! You've scarred Louie for life, you know. To the point that he can't exactly walk well today, I'm going to be after you. You just made yourself an everlasting enemy." I hangup on him.
"Uncle Donald!" I run to find him.
"Doofus just called and told me some creepy stuff! He hurt Louie!" I tear up.
"You heard too?! When I get my hands on him." Uncle Donald starts to get super red and go crazy with anger.
It takes a few minutes for him to calm himself a little.
The slightest thing could still throw him off though.
"Where's Lou Lou?" I ask.
"He's in the bathtub taking a bubble bath. He was filthy." Uncle Donald scowls.
I nod.
Since we are on the houseboat, our room no longer contains our triple bunk bed.
It suffered in the fire.
Yet, my screaming and running toys have gone through about 10 fires without a scratch.
"I guess I'll see y'all in the morning." I hug Uncle Donald.
"You can stay here tonight. I mean, for the 2 hours we have to sleep." Uncle Donald offers.
I breath a laugh.
"I guess so. Uncle Scrooge would think I was a burglar or something if I tried to go back to my room in the mansion." I point out.
"Well I have either a couch, a rocker, or my bed. I don't have much furniture here yet." Uncle Donald tells me.
"That's ok. I'll just sleep on the couch. Thanks!" I grin.
Once I get settled and turn off the lights, I think I might get some sleep.
Nope.
I'm blinded by this light in my face.
"Ouch!" I cry out.
"Sorry, Dewey." I hear Louie whisper.
"What are you doing here?" I sit up.
"I want you to stay with me. I know. I'm ridiculous. I just...I don't want Doofus to hurt you. He threatened to hurt you." Louie admits.
"Doofus isn't gonna hurt me. Don't worry. Uncle Donald is here on the houseboat and I have some pretty strong willpower." I assure Louie.
"No. I can't let you be alone. I want to make sure I can see you at all times so I don't have to worry." Louie takes hold of my hand with both of his.
"Anxiety?" I ask Louie as he starts completely clinging to me.
Louie nods rapidly.
"You can stay here on the couch bed with me." I offer.
"No. I want you to come back and stay where dad and I are." Louie pulls me out of the couch bed.
"In the crowded full-size bed of Uncle Donald's? There is not enough room for all of us." I point out.
"I will throw a fit." Louie threatens.
"We can manage." I agree.
Soon, I am trying not to fall off of Uncle Donald's small bed that we are all on.
Louie is in the middle and he is taking up a crazy amount of space.
I try and shove his elbow or something away from my back, but something soon always replaces it.
I groan in frustration.
I sigh and try to get a bit of sleep.
Nope.
I just lay there until I see the sun poking at me telling me to get up.
"What a beautiful morning! Time to get up and go outside!" Uncle Donald sings.
I force myself awake and groan loudly.
"Morning, Dewey! Wanna come outside with me?!" Louie bounces on the bed.
"I didn't sleep last night. Let me just have a few more minutes." I argue.
"No way! If I have to be up, you do too! Come on!" Louie begs.
"Sorry, Lou. I'm just too tired." I pull the covers over my head.
"But I'm scared Doofus will take me away again! Please come outside with me! You always want to come outside and I never do! Let's go together now!" Louie pleads.
"Fine." I finally give in.
We go outside and Louie immediately wants to get in the pool.
"No thanks." I shake my head.
"Please! I'll even have a splash fight!" Louie whines.
"What about a nap and then a splash fight?" I gamble.
Louie pouts.
"I'm tired, Lou Lou. I just want to rest." I complain.
"Fine. Maybe we can both nap and both have more energy to swim!" Louie exclaims.
He takes hold of my hand and brings me back to the houseboat.
I lay down and Louie screams causing me to jump back out of bed.
"I-I-I...I saw him." Louie starts to sob.
"Who? Doofus? That's impossible!" I hug Louie.
"I did! He was there! He was threatening to hurt you. I know I can't do anything if Doofus tries to hurt you. I'm too weak." Louie cries.
"Please, Lou. Don't cry. We are safe here on the houseboat with Uncle Donald." I whisper.
"No. You go off by yourself or with Webby all the time. Please stay for right now. I don't want you to go through what I did." Louie begs.
"Ok, Lou. I'm not going anywhere." I agree due to being too tired.
He lays beside me and we both fall asleep.
A while later, I am woken up by Louie shaking me.
"Please wake up! Please!" He cries.
"I'm up. Don't worry." I groan.
"He was there. In my dreams! I'm so scared. Please help me." Louie attaches himself to me.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." I promise him.
"It's not me I'm worried about. I'm worried about you." Louie admits.
He's so sweet.
I gently kiss him to assure him things would be ok.
"Dewey?" He asks.
"I know." I sigh.
Louie lays his head on my chest and I start running my hands through his hair.
What if Louie is scared like this for life?
I need to do everything possible to make sure Louie will be ok.
"So what do you want to do today?" I offer.
Louie looks up at me with glowing eyes and smiles.
Soon, we are in the pool, on floats, relaxing.
We have smoothies in our hands and music is playing.
"This smoothie is good! There's no pineapple in it, right?" Louie gasps.
He's allergic to pineapple.
"No. Just mango." I laugh.
Louie splashes me and soon we are having a splash fight.
After we get board of the pool, we shower up and then cull out on the couch to watch 'Ottoman Empire'.
"Here's your popcorn. Now can an old duck like me join in on this?" Uncle Donald jokes.
"Of course, dad! Dewey and I are watching a brilliant show!" Louie exclaims.
We watch the show SUPER late into the night.
I forgot how fun Uncle Donald could be.
By the time the week goes by and it's time for Huey to come back from camp, I'm not so sure I want him to.
I would have to evenly share time with my brothers, right?
Maybe not.
Louie isn't so much as my baby brother as my best friend.
Things changed that way this week.
Louie and I did everything together.
Uncle Donald did many things with us as well.
I'm starting to see why Louie calls him, 'dad'.
I think it's time to put away the Della stuff and focus on who's here with me right now.
"Uncle Donald, I have a question." I walk into Uncle Donald's room where he's sitting at his desk.
Louie gives me a thumbs up from the doorway.
"Go ahead, Dewey." Uncle Donald turns to focus on me.
"Could I maybe call you...dad?" I ask.
He pulls me into a hug and smiles.
"You've always been my son, Dewey. I love you." Dad agrees.
"I love you too, dad." I grin.
"Now why don't you go find Louie? I'm going to go get Huey. His bus is letting them off at the church parking lot." Dad grabs his keys.
"Bye!" Louie and I recite as he leaves.
"Last hour without Huey." I note.
Louie nods.
We both look at each other, smirking and nod.
Soon, we are sitting on top of the roof of the manor.
"Wow. Things look a lot different from here." Louie breaths.
"It's better at night. We should come up here tonight!" I suggest.
Louie nods.
We sit there until we see dad's car pull in.
I then hurry to get us off the roof.
"Hey, Huey!" We run up to greet Huey.
Huey pulls us both into a hug.
"I missed you guys so much." Huey declares.
"Dewey and I were just going to go make smoothies. Want one?" Louie offers.
"No thanks. I am going to unpack from camp. I learned so much! I'll have to teach you some cool things I learned!" Huey exclaims.
Louie and I exchange a look of misery.
"Wait. What's Doofus doing here?" Huey asks us.
Louie screams and bursts into tears immediately.
"That better not have been a joke." I threaten.
"No. He's approaching us now." Huey points out.
Louie falls onto the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
"Lou Lou, it's ok. We won't let him hurt you." I assure him.
I help the still crying Louie up and he clings to my arm.
"Why hello, friend present. If you will excuse me, I'm wanting to use my friend present." Doofus evilly grins.
"No way! He's not yours!" I shout.
"You won't lay a hand on either of my brothers." Huey yells.
"Ooh. I guess you don't know about the other night then. Louie is mine." Doofus growls.
"No he's not. Louie will never be yours!" I push Louie backwards a bit so he's a little safer.
"Don't you know I'm into Louie? Like I was literally into Louie the other night." Doofus tells us.
"WHAT?!" Huey fumes.
"YOU ARE DISGUSTING! YOU WON'T EVER TOUCH MY BROTHER AGAIN!" Huey shouts.
He then knocks Doofus to the ground and holds his pocket knife to his neck.
"Wait! If you kill Doofus, you will be no better than him." I say.
"You're right. That's why he's tied up and the police have been called." Huey smirks.
He stands and brushes his hands off as he admires his good work.
"How did you learn how to do that?!" I ask.
"Camp. You should try it." Huey shrugs.
Louie still cowers in fear while death-gripping my arm.
"Please, Lou Lou. The police are going to come take him away. You're safe!" I tell him.
Louie nods slowly, but shakily.
"Want a piggyback ride?" I offer, trying to make him feel better.
Louie half smiles.
I lift him onto my back and we go back inside the manor.
"I haven't seen you guys in a week! It was like you all went to camp!" Webby greets us.
"Hey, Webs! I just needed to spend some quality time with Louie." I grin.
Louie grins as well.
"That's sweet! You two are adorable brothers!" Webby kisses my cheek.
I blush and then head up to my room.
"Cookies!" Louie squeals.
He hops off my back and we rush to the plate of cookies that's left on our desk.
"Well, the end of a hard time is always better with cookies and best friends." I grin.
A/N
Hey! This was a request by SuperSammyODirectioner! I hope I spelled that right! This is actually my 20th story on here! Yay! I hope you liked it!
Some responses to reviews now...
To the question about why I keep saying Dewey isn't hygienic and writing about that, I say that because I think it's funniest to write that for him due to his name being 'Dewey'. I feel that the adventurous one would want to keep the smell of adventure and such too. I know it's not exactly in the show or anything yet, but this is fanfiction and that's where we come to write and share our new ideas. Thanks for the question though!
To the request to make a Loubby story, (or however you spell their ship name) I have already hinted a bit of every possible ship pretty much in my works. My 'Secrets of the Ducks' story has some Loubby in the 4th chapter for sure. Check it out if you want Loubby. I'm gonna write whatever ships that I feel appropriate for a story, and if you want to request a storyline or idea, go ahead. Just please understand I might not use Loubby for everything or maybe not even a ton of things.
Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!