Morgana McCawber Mallard waited impatiently at Darkwing Tower for her daughter to return to her. She was tapping her foot on the cold stone floor while Honker was pacing with his daughter in his arms. "I shouldn't have let them go off alone, they should've been back by now…"

Morgana looked to her son-in-law and granddaughter and sighed. No matter how angry she was at Gosalyn for going off without her permission, she was more concerned about her. "I'm sure she's fine and on her way… then when she gets back I'll take Ariel downstairs so that you can yell at her… I'll deal with her by making her breakfast…" Honker winced. When Morgana decided to cook, it was never good for the Mallard family if she was in the mood for her family classics.

"Um, hey are you guys mad at us, or can we come down without any problems?" Launchpad's voice asked over the radio connection to the supercomputer.

Honker ran over to it to respond. "Launchpad, where are you! Is Gosalyn with you? Are you both okay?" His voice was full of concern, but it wasn't exactly panic.

"Whoa, take it easy little buddy, everyone's safe and accounted for. Now uh, if ya don't mind, make sure we got some of those doctor beds for some of the passengers, and maybe some food… I don't think SC and DW have eaten anything good in a while…"

While Honker placed little Ariel on the floor and rushed off to get the medical equipment set up, Morgana was frozen. Launchpad would only ever call Darkwing Duck by his initials, if not his first name. "Dark… Spell…?"

The Thunderquack landed gently, much to the surprise of Morgana and Honker. "Don't tell DW that I finally did that right, he might have a heart attack, hehe." Launchpad chuckled as he lifted his best friend out of the cockpit. Quiverwing lifted the tired figure of Spellcaster duck out and over her shoulder.

Morgana started to cry in shock. Her husband and her son were back, even though they were hurt, they were alive. "You found them…? Oh my word, you've found them…" Quiverwing quickly lay her brother down on the medical bed for her husband to examine and then hugged her mother.

"Yeah, we found them, Morgana. They're gonna be alright." Quiverwing was also crying as she realized just how much she had missed those two.

***Darkwing Duck***

When Darkwing woke up, he woke up with a start, as though he had been shocked by Megavolt. He looked around and found himself in Darkwing Tower on a medical bed. He glanced towards the other bed next to him and noticed the young boy who was also asleep. He took a moment to remember what had happened the night before. He had been rescued, and he found out that he had a son… He clutched his head. He was a father to two children now… one of which was an adult while the other was around eight years old now… He had missed out on a lot.

He noticed a sleeping vision of loveliness that he knew to be his wife. She was sleeping in a chair with a blanket covering her. Her tall stack of hair was styled like the bride of Frankenduck and her familiars were lying on her shoulders. Darkwing sighed in relief. She was still safe after all these years, though he was worried if she had moved on without him.

He winced though as he heard the sounds of a snoring sidekick and decided to follow it. He slowly got up from the bed and followed the sound, noticing how bright it was outside. It had to be about midday. He chuckled softly as he found his sidekick and best friend, Launchpad McQuack, sleeping next to the Thunderquack again. Just like old times.

Darkwing walked slowly to his sidekick and readjusted his lopsided pilot's cap, shaking his head with a smirk. "Figures you'd fall asleep in the middle of the day while working on this old piece of junk… one heck of a plane though to last this long… then again, it has one heck of a pilot…" He chuckled softly. He was worried about waking the pilot and started back to the medical bed in case his wife or son awoke to find him missing.

"Heh, I gotta be one to survive all the crazy jobs I get hired for by Mr. McD., that and to be your sidekick." Darkwing Duck stopped dead in his tracks. He glanced back to his sidekick who was awake and smiling like he had just been introduced to Santa Clause. The big guy got up and patted his stunned friend lightly on the shoulder and Darkwing just sighed in relief. "Glad to have ya back, DW. It just wasn't the same without you."

Darkwing wiped a tear from his eye and grimaced. "I missed you to LP. Heh, I really need to bring back up next time… seriously, you wouldn't think finding an old black rose would've been so hard, heh."

Launchpad chuckled nervously. "Yeah, you wouldn't, but I'm sorta glad you never reached it…"

Darkwing looked at his oldest friend with curiosity. "Why's that, Launchpad?"

"Because that flower would've actually killed ya, DW. Once she caught up to where you were ambushed… Gos had to calm down of course, but after that, she ran right to me and Morgana and explained everything. Morgana didn't talk to her dad until Derek was born later on…" Launchpad looked nervous.

Darkwing tried to think about how to respond to that but the first thing that came to his mouth was different then what came to his mind. "Is Derek what Spellcaster's real name is?"

Launchpad nodded. "Yeah… Oh, we should go check on him right now, he might be up too." He started towards his task of worrying about his god-child. Darkwing smiled at how things didn't change very often with Launchpad, he still looked as young as ever, and he still cared for children, never having any of his own. He was always such a considerate friend too.

***Darkwing Duck***

Gosalyn Muddlefoot was sitting at her desk with a slightly distracted mind, not that it actually messed with her work. In fact, quite the opposite, her work tended to improve when she was distracted. Only her husband and boss noticed this though. Director Hooter walked up to her with concern in his old eyes.

"Was last night a failure, or are you concerned by something, Agent Muddlefoot?" He asked in his best business tone, knowing full well that her secret identity would be in danger if he did otherwise.

Gosalyn looked up from her desk. "No sir, it was a successful mission. I've tracked down the targets and returned them to their base. I'm just worried about how the targets will adjust to the new surroundings…"

Hooter smiled kindly to the young agent. "Well since you've done such good work, I've filled out the forms for you to take a month off to help them adjust. I expect you back on the first of next month with a full report." He put a hand on her shoulder as she stopped typing, trying to process what she was hearing. "I want him kept off the streets until you're sure he can handle himself again. None of us want to lose him again." His tone was hushed, like that of an old grandfather telling you the secret of Santa's magic as a child.

Gosalyn wiped away a tear of joy from her eyes and nods. "Understood sir, thank you… I'll be sure that the target is fully recovered before allowing him out on the streets again. Would you like me to bring him in for a visit first sir?" She looked up to him with a grimace.

Hooter smiled a little wider. "I think in a couple of days would be fine, if he's up to it?"

"I'm sure he'll be itching to get back to work." Gosalyn smiled and started towards the door. She wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. She was going to spend some well-deserved time with her father and her brother.

***Darkwing Duck***

Darkwing sat on the edge of a medical bed while his wife scolded his son. Apparently, she was going to let Gosalyn deal with him first. Darkwing waited, wondering what sort of life his daughter had led without him. Launchpad had decided to try and make some food and had left Ariel to practice crawling on the floor of the tower in front of her grandparents and uncle.

Darkwing grimaced as he noticed the little red headed duckling staring at him with her large green eyes, as though he was a foreign object. The problem in his mind was that he was. He was foreign to his granddaughter. He sighed. He didn't fit in here anymore. He didn't fit in anywhere.

The little baby seemed to notice his sadness and decided to try and cheer him up. She was only a year old, but she had proven herself highly intelligent, or at least Launchpad thought so. Ariel crawled over to her grandfather and used his leg for support as she tried to stand up. Darkwing couldn't help but smile at this. He didn't have any experience with infants or toddlers, save for the time he and Herb Muddlefoot, Honker's dad, had been turned into toddlers by a fountain of youth. He lowered his arms to pick up the baby and was surprised that she reached out towards him as well. As he held the baby in his arms, he noticed the similarities between Ariel and her mother. There were a lot, but she also had Honker's feather color and ingenuity, but she mainly looked like her mother.

'She certainly has her mother's curiosity…' Darkwing noticed as she reached for his face. She was unafraid of him. 'And her courage…' The little baby slowly grabbed his hat. He didn't mind. He was curious as to what she was after. "That's my hat…" He said softly, wondering if the child was old enough to understand him yet. He chuckled softly as she placed the large hat on her own head. She giggled as it fell down around her face. "Perfect fit, heh."

She then lifted her hands once more. Darkwing was curious as to what she would do next. She grabbed the knot that kept his mask on. His eyes widened a little with concern. He found himself wondering what she would think about the duck under the mask. He sighed as she pulled it away slowly. Apparently, because she was a part of the family, the spell that Morgana had cast on it to protect his identity didn't stop her. She looked at the mask in her hand with a funny face, like she had just found a missing piece of a puzzle in a funny place.

"That… that's my mask…" Darkwing's voice was even quieter now that he had been relieved of his mask and hat for the first time in years. It felt strange to not have it on. He looked at the infant in his hands. She smiled kindly at him and kissed him on the beak, surprisingly enough. Darkwing chuckled. Launchpad had told him the child's name and Darkwing smirked. "Nice to meet you, Ariel Mallory Muddlefoot." Mallory had been his mother's name, not that he had talked much about her, but Gosalyn knew where to go if she wanted any information.

Ariel smiled and said her first word, "Grandpa!" She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck to hug him. Her voice was like a small cooing from a dove. Morgana stopped scolding her son long enough to nod her approval to her husband as he grimaced. She was glad that Ariel could recognize her grandfather.

"Well now I'm impressed. We've been trying to get her to say Mamma or Dadda since she was born…" Darkwing turns to see a fully grown woman with long red hair and bright green eyes come in from a secret entrance. She was wearing a black S.H.U.S.H. uniform, but unlike most agents, she was smiling. "You get her in hand for what, five minutes, and she already says her first word and calls you 'Grandpa'. I gotta say, dad, you still work fast, surprisingly." She walked behind a nearby blind and stepped out seconds later in an old purple basketball jersey with a one on it and a short matching basketball skirt. She was also wearing a pair of tennis shoes and had a small outfit folded up in her hand. "Ah, much better…"

"Gosalyn… thanks for saving me last night…" He chuckled weakly. He didn't know what to say. His daughter had grown up without him, and he hated himself for that. She had needed him, and he hadn't been able to do anything for her. Now she was her own woman, yes, but he had missed out on so much. He had missed her graduating High School, getting married, and even the birth of her daughter, and that was just what he had missed from his daughter's life. He had missed his son's entire life! "I… um…" He stupidly looked to the baby in his hands for something to say.

Ariel just giggled and held her hands out for her mother to hold her. Gosalyn smiled and obliged. She handed her father the outfit with one hand while took her child in the other. "Go get changed, Darkwing. I'd say Drake Mallard's a little overdue, don't you?"

Darkwing grimaced and did as his daughter bid. Morgana handed Derek a set of clothes as well and told him to go and change as well. While the two were behind the changing board, they were silent. It didn't take very long for them to change. When they were done, Darkwing Duck and Spellcaster Duck were no longer there. In their place was Drake Mallard and his son, Derek.

The two finally got a good look at each other as they stepped out from behind the board. Derek was like a younger Drake in every aspect, save for a birthmark that was a small purple ring around the boy's right wrist. "Whoa…" They both even sounded a bit like each other. The two blinked and stared at each other.

It was at this point that Launchpad came back. He had a tray of cookies in his hands, making both Derek and Drake nervous. "Um, Launchpad, is that cookie recipe anything like your… brownie recipe?" Drake asked nervously backing away with his son behind him nervously. Derek apparently had tried some of his "Uncle's" cooking as well.

Gosalyn burst into laughter. "Oh will you both relax, he can cook just fine… well actually… his brownies could still use some work, but other than that, he's fine."

"Oh gee, thanks Gos, I love the confidence! Come on you guys, it's just cookies! I even followed the recipe, D.W." Launchpad rolled his eyes.

Drake looked at his sidekick, and then to the others. Derek was still a little wary about it, but he was probably still unused to food looking solid anymore. Drake took a deep breath. "Alright, Launchpad, I'll try one, but if they taste anything like those brownies that Jambalaya Jake's gator, Gumbo likes, then I'm chucking your recipe book for good this time." Launchpad smiled. Drake was starting to act like his old self, over cautious, over protective of his family, and annoyed with Launchpad's cooking. Morgana giggled. Drake and Derek both grabbed a cookie at the same time, looked at each other, nodded, and took a bite.

Launchpad popped one into his mouth as well and smiled. Then he noticed the two Mallards with red faces and steam coming from their ears. They ran to Darkwing Tower's kitchen and grabbed the milk, both chugging half a gallon from the two jugs in the fridge.

Gosalyn looked at the cookies with suspicion. She grabbed one and looked at it carefully. These weren't chocolate chip cookies! "Launchpad, you know they don't like your hot pepper cookies!"

"Sorry, Gos, thought it was worth a try…" Launchpad smirked. He looked towards Drake and Derek who were now glaring at him with annoyed looks as Drake started cooking something. Looked like the usual "Darkwing Breakfast" special without the training set activated. "Heh, oh well, more for me." He laughed popping another into his mouth.

***Darkwing Duck***

After Drake and Derek were done eating, Morgana sat down and started talking to Drake. Derek went to go and take another nap. He was still tired. He slept on the old bed that Darkwing had left over from his time of actually living in the tower.

"He seems like a good kid." Drake said nervously. He didn't know what his wife was thinking at this moment.

"He usually is, when he wasn't looking for you that is. He's a chip off the old block, Dark. He's as stubborn as you, but he's still good like you too… he has my powers though." Morgana blushed, wondering what her husband would think about all this.

"I saw some of it… he's pretty good. Where'd he get the name though?"

"He picked it himself. He wanted to show his individuality, and yet still show that he was your son. He's a sweet boy, but his powers are quite something, even for a magical family. I'm just lucky he learned to control them so fast." She chuckled.

"Yeah? Well his mother is pretty powerful…" Drake felt disgusted with himself. He wanted to ask her how she was and here he was playing beat around the bush with small talk.

Morgana looked at him and smiled, recognizing what was wrong at once. She kissed him on the cheek and smiled as he blushed. "I never remarried, Drake, and Gosalyn and I were sure you were alive. Launchpad made sure of that." She chuckled.

Drake smiled. "Yeah, well, Launchpad could probably convince anyone of anything if he wanted to… save that he can drive a car and land properly..." The two laughed. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." She blushed as Drake put an arm around her and effectively dipped her in her seat while he kissed his wife with passion. He was happy to find her returning the passion as she placed her arms around him and returned the kiss. He was going to make up for him missing for so long if it was the last thing he did.