DuckTales © Disney

One Month had passed since 'The Shadow War' incident.
and, Duckburg had nearly recovered from Magica's attack on them all.

Some structures still needed rebuilding, but otherwise things were starting to return to normal.

For Clan McDuck, there were still some scars.

Scrooge's Money Bin was still in a state of disrepair as there was a greater priority
to restore McDuck Manor. Which had been rebuilt nearly new by now.

In his Office, Scrooge overlooked the city of Duckburg..and, his Bin.
The old duck couldn't help but cringe at the sight of it. Still torn open like a gaping wound.

To Duckburg, the Money Bin was a symbol of Scrooge's power.
and, to see it in such a state was like his very pride had been damaged.

a door then creaked open, and someone walked inside. "Afternoon, Scroogie." spoke a female voice.
Scrooge turned to see a female duck with blonde hair, who wore a bright red dress.

She brought over a tray of finger sandwiches, some tea..and, heart pills.

"Afternoon, Amelia." spoke Scrooge.

As Amelia laid the tray down on Scrooge's desk, she walked over to him.
She stood beside Scrooge as they both starred out of the window.

After some silence, Amelia finally spoke again: "I'm sorry.."

"Fer' what?" asked Scrooge.

"For not being there when you needed me." answered Amelia.

"Ah' drove ev'ryone ah'way, Remember?" said Scooge, not showing any disdain.

"I should never had left." continued Amelia. "Then SHE wouldn't had-"

"Ah'm kinda glad it did happen." said Scrooge. "It brought me family back together."

Amelia breathed out. "I suppose you are right, Scroogie. Still..I wish things had turned out better."

"Ah' will admit, Ah' do regret how things went with Lena." spoke Scrooge.
"Ah' promised her she'd have a place in me' family..and, I couldn't keep that promise."

"She still is..just not in the way we wanted." said Amelia.

Scrooge sunk back in his seat. "how can a man have all the money in the world..yet, still feel so powerless?!"

Amelia frowned, then leaned over, and gave Scrooge a soft kiss on his head.
Scrooge actually smiled, feeling a little better now.

"so..how are the children?" asked Amelia.

"Okay, Ah' suppose." said Scrooge. "It's close to th' boys birthdays,
So Ah' thought ah'd give their presents early, and let them have th' rest O' Della's old stuff."

Amelia had a soft expression on her face. "So, the family is finally healing."

"Ah' hope so." said Scrooge.

"and..what about. (pauses) you know."

Scrooge glanced at Amelia. He somehow knew what she was referring. "Ah' don't know..It might be better this way."

"SCROOGE."

"Ah'm tired of makin' promises, an' breakin' them." said Scrooge.
"an' as much as I want to..You know what will happen if I do."

Amelia sighed, not liking this at all. But, Scrooge was right.

NOW wasn't the right time.

"Okay, Scroogie. you win." said Amelia.

"Ah' always do." said Scrooge, with wit.

"Only because I let you, Old Man." retorted Amelia.

"Maybe I LET you let me win." retorted back Scrooge, with a grin.

"Take your medicine." said Amelia, who began to leave.

Scrooge did his trademark cackle, and took one of the finger sandwiches.

"You know..you can't keep the truth buried forever." said Amelia,
just as she approached the door. "They deserve to know the truth. the WHOLE truth."

Scrooge paused, thinking hard about this. "perhaps..but, it isn't the right time."

"Don't wait too long, Scroogie. TWELVE YEARS has already been too long."

Once Amelia left, Scrooge was once again alone with his thoughts.
What she said made sense (especially with everything else that had happened.)

BUT, he made a promise a long time ago..and, he didn't wish to break an more than he already had.

In another room in the mansion, Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby
were going through some boxes that had their mother's old stuff.

It was like Christmas Morning for all of them (even Webby.)
With each passing minute, the brothers felt closer to the mother that they never knew.

The veil of mystery was slowly fading. It was as if they finally knew her.

"WOW!, look at all this cool stuff!" exclaimed Webby.
"An Album full of Donald Pranks, a scale model of a Blackbird.."

"yeah..mom was really cool, wasn't she?" said Dewey, who was feeling alot better now.

They all still missed her, and wished things had turned out differently.
BUT, the hurt had numbed by now, and they felt happier now.

"Hey, guys..I found something!" exclaimed Huey.

Everyone ran over to the red-capped duck..who was holding a lockbox.
It had a combination lock, and the name "DELLA'S" crudely written on it.

It was Della's hand writing. Dewey knew it at first glance.

The Ducklings grew excited. although they knew Scrooge had stored
Della's possessions away in all these boxes..THIS was something Della herself stored away.

Whatever was in this lockbox was VERY important to Della, and she didn't want anything to happen to it.

They HAD to unlock it, and see what was inside.
Everything else didn't matter now. THIS was the "Holy Grail" that they were seeking.

"I wonder what's inside?" said Dewey.

Louie took the box, and gently shook it.

*CLANK!-CLONK!* "Sounds GOOD, whatever it is."

Huey took the lockbox, and examined the combination lock on it.
"I bet I could decipher the combination. Should take me 20, or so tries."

"Let ME!" said Webby, who snatched the lockbox away "I am the MASTER at this kind of thing."

The three boys all shrugged. None of them were going to argue with her.

Webby stuck her tongue out to the side as she placed her 'earhole' against the lock,
and gently turned turned the tumbler, waiting to hear the right sounds.

After a few minutes..the lock clicked open. "Bingo-BANGO!" exclaimed Webby.

The Boys were elated, having to suppress the urge to snatch the lockbox
right out of Webby's hands, and dig into whatever it contained.

Webby laid the tin box on a stool, and all four ducks just stared down at it.

"I wonder what's..inside?" said Louie.

"It must be VERY important if mom kept it locked up herself." said Huey.

Dewey exhaled. "Okay, look. We've been through alot together.
Whatever is in this box, let's all agree to NOT let it drive us apart."

"Why, do you think it's BAD?!" asked Huey.

"I don't know. but, let's all open it together..as a FAMILY."

Dewey placed his hand on the lid. Huey then placed his hand on it, followed by Louie.

"Webby..you're part of this too." said Dewey.

Webby smiled, then placed her hand on the lid.

Dewey breathed heavily, feeling tense anticipation. "three..two..ONE!"

In an instant, they all swung the lip open.

..Inside was a photo album, a folder..and, a clunky flash drive.

The drive was the first thing they focused on, as it had a stuck note on it.
Dewey took the drive in his hand. He then took the note off, and read it.

It was also in Della's handwriting.

"For my son." read Dewey, who froze in place (as did Huey and Louie.)
"PLEASE WATCH if anything should happen to me. Love..MOM."

The room fell dead quiet..not even Webby dared to say a word.
Dewey opened his hand, and stared at the thick, black memory stick.

It wasn't just their mom's possessions..She had left it for THEM.
Dewey's hand trembled, feeling as if all the answers he desired..was on this simple device.

"I..I can't breathe." said Dewey, in shock.

"here..let me." said Webby, taking the flash drive.

Dewey was hesitant to part with it..but, eventually let Webby take it.
Webby then walked over to her backpack, and took out her laptop computer.

Placing it on another a tall box, the boys all gathered around her as she turned it on.
Webby then gripped the flash drive..and, stuck it into a USB port.

a folder popped up..displaying a single file. an 'AVI' Video file.

labeled simply: "I'm Sorry."

Feelings of dread loomed over the three brothers.

"We..don't have to do this." said Webby, her voice soft.

"We can't avoid the truth, Webby." said Dewey. "Whatever is on that video..we need to see it. Good, or b-bad."

Webby nodded, then double-clicked the file.
Her Media Player opened, and she immediately toggled the Full Screen.

The video played, displaying black..then, a hand withdrew..showing Della Duck.

Huey, Dewey, and Louies gasped, tears forming in their eyes
as they saw their mother for the first time in their entire lives.

Della looked to be sitting on a desk. She looked troubled, but put on a smile before the camera.

(("hello, son. it's me..Della Duck. your Mother."))

Della's voice sounded beautiful. Like an angel, so soothing.
They had often wondered what her voiced sounded like..But, nothing could compare to this.

(("If you are watching this video..then, the worst has happened.
You may already know of the Spear of Selene..BUT, in case you don't. Let me tell you.

Your Great-Uncle Scrooge constructed a rocket ship so we could take Adventure to the stars.
and, I will (or should I say HAVE) taken it without him knowing.

See, I knew your Uncle Donald would throw a fit over it (as he often does.)
and, Uncle Scrooge is such a perfectionist. I just..want to test it out myself."))

The boys all watched this "window in time" with unwavering interest.
They forgot it was a video, and believed their mother really was talking to them.

(("I have every intention on bringing it back. BUT, if you are indeed watching this video..

then..I am sorry. I guess I made a mistake, and I won't be coming home."))

Dewey shed a tear. though they all missed her, HE missed her the most.
He worked so hard to find answers to what happened to her.

and, took the longest to forgive Scrooge for what happened to her.

(("I am sure Uncle Scrooge, and even Donald will think I am just an adrenaline junkie.
That I did this just for the thrills, and nothing else.

But, that isn't true. I had another reason..a less selfish reason."))

"what?' muttered Dewey, wanting to know WHY his mother really did what she did.

(("I did it..for YOU, son."))

The boys all gasped at this.

(("From the moment you came into my life..I loved you.
Sometimes I think it was fate that you survived. that I found you that night.

I didn't care what you were, how different you were from..everyone. I loved you as if you were my own hatchling."))

Everyone (even Webby) stared dumbfounded. 'Found?', 'Survived?'

Was..Della talking about someone else?

(("I raised you, watched you grow. I knew from the start that you were "special."

but..I can't overlook that you are alone in this world.
and, it terrifies to even think about what kind of future you'll have.

Being the only one..like YOU.

and, that is why I wanted to go into space so badly..It was from the stars that you came to me.
And, I hoped that if I could find where you came from, then you wouldn't be alone anymore."))

In that moment, the boys knew. Dewey knew..their mother wasn't talking to them.

This was meant for someone else who she called "Son."

(("But, don't think I am doing this because I don't want you anymore.
I know I am having my own children soon, but I want them to meet you. for YOU to meet them.

I just want to find out where you came from. How you came to my world..

..and, why everyone died except for you.

But, again. If you are watching this..then I failed. I failed my mission..and, I failed YOU.
I ask that you be strong for me. and, I hope you can forgive me..for letting you down.

Look after the triplets. You will be their big brother, and they will look up to you.
Listen to your Uncles, and your "Aunt Amelia."

And, remember, Danny. I love you..SO MUCH. You are my greatest treasure..my little Star-Child."))

With that, the video ended..and, a long silence fell upon the room again.

"what?!" said Dewey, stunned at what he just heard.

"It wasn't for us." said Huey.

"Mom had another kid." said Louie.

Webby stared blankly, letting the new information sink in.

Son..Found..Survived. Only One..Came from the Stars.

Danny..Star-Child.

"You..have another brother." said Webby, thinking out loud. "and..he was a SPACE ALIEN!"

Webby became excited, feeling like another Della Duck Mystery was unfolding.
Huey and Louie were still in shock, finding this all hard to believe.

Dewey, however..returned to the lockbox. he took out the photo album, and opened it.

..and, his eyes widened at the many pictures inside.

"Dewey?..what is it?" asked Webby.

Dewey returned to Webby, and his brothers. he held something in his hand.
He looked at them..then, showed them the single photo that they took.

They all looked to see an image of Della Duck..holding a child in her arms
that was wearing a baby blue sailor suit like what Donald wore when he was a hatchling.

The child was NOT a Duck, or Avian of any kind.

He almost resembled a Dog, but his face was flat.
He didn't have a black nose, or floppy ears of any kind.

In fact, his body completely lacked any fur, save for the blonde hair on his head.
He almost resembled a Monkey, or Ape..but his body was clearly just bare skin.

He just looked too different to be anything native to their planet.

Dewey looked at the back of the photo, and read what was written.

"Della Duck..and, Danny. Age: 5."

Webby took the picture and looked at it. "I expected more eyes..and, tentacles."

"This is..wow. This is a whole other level of WEIRD." said Louie.
"Mom had another kid besides us..we had a brother."

"But, why didn't Uncle Scrooge even tell us about him?" asked Huey.

"a better question is WHERE is he?!" said Dewey.
"That video was meant for him, but Scrooge had it stored away all this time!"

"Then..where IS Danny?" asked Webby.

Dewey glared. "I don't know..but, I know WHO I'm gonna ask."

As night fell upon Duckburg, Scrooge McDuck was at the dinner table.
he was eyeing his nephew, Donald Duck..who was also looking at him.

After a few minutes passed, the ghostly apparition of Scrooge's butler appeared.
the phantom placed down plates of food, and then promptly disappeared in a wisp.

"so.." began Donald, finally.

"So, whut?" responded Scrooge.

"HowgoesfixingyourMoneyBin?"

"Reconstruction should be complete within the month." said Scrooge.

"Goodgood."

There was another long silence.

"Look..I'vebeenthinking." began Donald. "And, Iwanttoburythehatchet."

"Excuse me?" said Scrooge, thinking he misheard his newphew
(which admitedly wasn't very hard to do.)

"Afterallthat'shappened..IcanadmitIwaswrongtoblameyouforeverything.
So, Ithinkweshouldstartover. I'mreadytoforgiveyou, Unca' Scrooge."

Scrooge smiled. "thank ye' Donald. and, Ah' forgive you, too. Let's just put th' past behind us.
Ah' know things can never go back to the way they were..

..But, we can still make them better, can't we?"

Donald smiled. "Dellawould'vewantedthat. Icanadmitthatnow."

It was at that moment that Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby entered the dining room.

"Ah, BOYS. Perfect timing." began Scrooge. "Me and yer' Uncle Donald were just talking, an-"

*SLAP!*

Both Scrooge and Donald froze as Dewey slapped a photo on the table where they could both see.

The Photo of Della..and, Danny.

"curse me kilts." muttered Scrooge. "How did-?!"

"Never mind how we got it." said Dewey. "You owe us an explanation..BOTH of you."

Donald hunkered down, feeling VERY uncomfortable.

Scrooge reached over, and took the photograph. He adjusted his glasses as he gazed at the image of his niece.

..and, his 'adopted' great-nephew.

"You found her lockbox didn'ya?"

"No more secrets, UNCLE SCROOGE." said Dewey, sternly.
"You told us what happened to our mom. Now, tell us what happened..to our BROTHER."

Scrooge looked at Donald (who just looked down.)
he then looked straight at his great-nephews, his expression stern.

"Meet me in th' parlor in one hour. Ah'm only telling this story ONCE."

[*Theme Song*]

'Life is like a hurricane, Here in Duckburg.
Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes. It's a duck-blur!

Might solve a mystery. Or, rewrite history!

DuckTales! Woo-oo!

Every day they're out there making,

DuckTales! Woo-oo!

Tales of derring-do, Bad and good luck tales!

Woo-oo!

D-d-d-danger! Lurks behind you! There's a stranger out to find you.

What to do, just grab on to some-

DuckTales! Woo-oo!

Every day they're out there making,

DuckTales! Woo-oo!

Tales of derring-Bad, and good, Not ponytails or cottontails, no-

DuckTales! Woo-oo!'

[End of Part 1]

[Author Notes]

I've been holding off on making any fanworks based on the 2017 DuckTales reboot
UNTIL I felt I could right a good story worthy of the show itself.

That time is NOW.

This is pretty much my own interpretation of the opening episode of Season Two,
(which as I write this won't be officially released until next March.)

I consider this story a Soft Canon AU, as it follows the events of Season One's canon,
but (as I usually do) I took creative liberties, and added some lore of my own.

Just so I will stay true, and authentic to the series this is based on,
I am keeping ALOT more information under lock-and-key, and leaving readers to speculate.

But, I will confirm that Danny is indeed suppose to be a human who Della found, and adopted.
(Think of this as a Reverse of Howard The Duck. in which a Human is the alien in a Duck World.)

I also expect readers will complain how I am writing Donald's dialogue here.

Well, sorry. But, I want this fiction to be authentic the the show.
and, it wouldn't make sense for characters to fail to understand what Donald says,
when readers can read his dialogue perfectly, DESPITE not being able to hear his voice all that well on the show.

As such, I "squished" his word together so that understanding his dialogue is HARDER..but, not impossible.

If anyone likes this idea, and wants to see where it goes, then let me know.

As this is pretty much MY Season Two.