A/N: Ay, what up, my dudes? It's abeen a while since I've posted anything on here, but we all know that's never stopped me. So, anyway, I thought I'd try my hand at writing a Ducktales fanfic! It's gonna be a multi-parter, so I'll try to have thi updated soon!
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It was about time, he figured. He'd been putting it off long enough, and the longer it took him, the harder it was going to be.
Scrooge found the boys in the television room, watching that strange Ottoman Empire show they enjoyed. He smiled, watching as they laughed at the strange requests of the Ottoman brothers' customers. It almost reminded him of when Donald and Della were young children, and how he would approach and find them giggling at the stories they would watch during the few times he would need to keep them occupied when he needed no distractions.
The smile disappeared. Those were good times, and he had kicked himself so many times over the last few months for letting such events run away from him due to foolishness. He sighed, stepping ever closer to the couch, and watching the TV for a moment.
"Boys?" he inquired softly. Dewey looked up first, his brow raising in curiosity.
"Hey, Uncle Scrooge," the duckling said, causing his brothers to acknowledge their great-uncle as well. "What's up?"
"Ah..." Why was this so hard? He'd practiced so much over the last few days, but now that the true moment had arrived, he couldn't find the words. "Could Ah speak with the three of ye? It's... important."
The boys looked to one another, silently sharing the same question amongst them, before Huey reached for the remote and turned the show off, him and Louie both scooting over to allow Scrooge to sit down.
"What's up?" Louie asked.
"Yeah, is everything OK, Uncle Scrooge?" Huey said.
"Uhm... no," Scrooge finally sighed, rubbing his temples. "No, Ah'm afraid not. Ye see... Ah wanted to apologize about what happened on the Sunchaser." The boys looked to each other once more, and the elder duck gulped. "Ah shouldn't have lost me temper. Ye all had every reason to be upset about yer mum, and everything that happened after. Ah should have been upfront with Donald about the Spear of Selene, and Ah should have realized she'd find it...
"It's... it's OK," Dewey said, and his brothers looked to him. "It's like I said when you were trapped in the dime, we should have realized you lost her too. We did some thinking after we got back from dealing with Magica and..."
Tears had begun to well up in their eyes, and before he could realize it, Scrooge found himself locked in the middle of his great-nephews embraicing him.
"What I think Dewey is trying to say, is that we forgive you, Uncle Scrooge, if for no one else's sake than our own," Huey finished. "Mrs. Beakley told us what happened after Mom got lost in the storm."
"Yeah," Louie sniffed. "She said you... you spent years trying to find her, and became broken and nearly went bankrupt because of it, and that you had to be forced to stop by those vultures."
"It's not going to be a wound that will be easy to heal any time soon, and even if ye say ye have, Ah would nae be surprised if it took a wee bit longer to actually forgive me," Scrooge said, hugging them back. "Ah promise, Ah'll be more upfront about anything like that, and... and Ah'll try not to be so quick to become upset like that again."
There was no response. He looked to the boys, only to find them having been quick to exhaust themselves in the situation. Silently, he ruffled Huey's feathers in a sort of calming motion, feeling the tired punch that came with the release of so much he had carried over the last decade. Scrooge smiled at the children, becoming acutely aware of a strange feeling in his chest as he settled in amongst the inescapable grasp of the kids.
He smiled to himself before drifting off as well, realizing what he was feeling was the space that had quickly become void in the three days he was alone finally being filled once more.