Hey! I'm back, again. Okay, so this next fanfics takes place after 'Terror of the Terra-firmians' and focuses on Mrs Beakley and Webby.

I decided to make this fanfics because yes, Mrs Beakley just essentially walking off a subway car falling on her was awesome, and it showed how tough she was. But also there is no way she'd be completely unharmed. This also is an idea as for why she's not in the next episode [house of the lucky gander] or really any of the other episodes to date yet. [If she has appeared, please let me know]

BTW I think this is one of the longest single chapters I've ever written.

I do not own either incarnation of Ducktales or anything at all to do with either of them.

It was very rare that Bentina Beakley felt ill, but now she definitely did. Of course that was only to be expected after nearly being knocked unconscious by a subway car and practically being left for dead, but it still annoyed her for some reason. Surely all her training wasn't a waste? After nearly forty years-!

"Granny?" Breaking out of her thoughts Mrs Beakley looked down to see Webby gently pulling on her sleeve.

"Yes, dear?"

"Are you okay?" Webby asked, her eyes wide in concern.

Her grandma seemed to struggle with the question but after a few seconds managed to form the words. "Yes, of course."

Webby raised an eyebrow and quickly grabbed her grandmas arm as the limo launched to a stop outside the mansion. "Are you sure?"

Mrs Beakley sighed and fondly patted her grand-daughters hand. "Webbigail, my dear, I'm fine."

"We've landed!" Launchpad called from the front.

As the boys excitedly climbed out the car and started up towards the mansion, Mrs Beakley tried to do the same. However when she got up a wave of dizziness overtook her and she found herself leaning on the car for support.

"Granny!" Webby sounded panicked and the boys stopped and turned, just in time to see Lena and Launchpad join them from the other side.

"Whoa there Tea-Time." Lena said, trying to sound cool, though she was in fact a bit alarmed. "You okay?"

Feeling everyone's eyes on her and not liking it, Bentina said, maybe a bit more forcefully than was necessary. "I am fine! It was…is…just a bit of dizziness. This." She said, abruptly to Webby, who blinked. "Is why I am always telling you to drink enough water. And you, young lady." She said to Lena, who folded her arms and braced herself for what was to come. "First of all, it's MRS BEAKLEY to you. Secondly, it's 'are you okay?' not 'You okay?' like some wannabe gangsta."

Lena blinked in surprise. "What, that's it? Okay, in that case, are you alright, Mrs Beakley?"

By this point the world had stopped spinning and Mrs Beakley drew herself up to her full height, saying. "Perfectly fine, thank you. Now, let's go inside and have some pancakes shall we?"

The boys cheered and started running towards the mansion.

Launchpad, who had disappeared while Beakley was chastising Lena, came back with a bottle of water. "Here you go, Mrs B." He said, cheerfully. "It's a little warm, cos' it's been in the car for about a month, but still, it's water." He held it out to her.

She looked at it disdainfully before gingerly taking it from him and carefully unscrewing the top. "Yes quite. Thank you, Launchpad." And then proceeded to drink the entire bottle in under ten seconds.

"Wow." Lena was impressed. "I tell you what; I would love to see you down the local pub."

Webby elbowed her friend, none to gently, before saying. "Are you alright, now, Granny?"

"Perfectly. It was just a wave of dizziness. Now, come on, let's go inside." With that final word she strode of towards the mansion.

Launchpad ran after her. "Do you need me to take your arm or anything, Mrs B?"

"Launchpad, I am NOT eighty years old!"

The girls followed behind. "BTW – that's by the way, by the way, how old is your grandma?"

Webby paused, before saying. "I'm not actually sure…"

"Seriously? You're not sure how old your own grandma is?"

"She's never told me! I mean, she's a grandma, so she must be pretty old…seventy maybe? Yeah, that'd fit. By the way-"

"BTW."

"B.T.W." Webby said, slowly, before carrying on at normal speed. "What happened down that tunnel? All we know is the pair of you went off then came back again two hours later."

To which Lena said, easily. "There was an earthquake, explosion thing down the tunnel and a subway car nearly – nearly – fell on your grandma. I managed to pull her out the way though."

"Wow!" The younger girl's eyes sparkled. "You pulled my grandma out from under a subway car!?"

"Yeah, it was no biggie." Lena put her hands in her pockets, trying and failing to look modest.

"Er, no, it was a huge biggie! What, did she fall over or something?"

Lena thought quickly. She hadn't thought they'd be any further questions. "No - I mean yes, yes, it was the explosion. We were standing in the middle of the tunnel – typical scene -she was nagging me, I was ignoring her, then suddenly – Bang! Explosion happens, I see a subway car coming towards us, I leap out the way – self-preservation – I thought she'd leapt as well. She had, but had fallen over in the process, another car was coming towards her, so I just grabbed her arm and yanked her out the way." Changing the subject Lena added. "She's quite heavy, your grandma isn't she?"

Webby folded her arms and sent a pretty impressive glare in the teenager's direction. "She is not fat!"

"I didn't say fat! I said heavy."

"You can't be heavy without being fat."

"Think you can."

"You can't."

"Can."

"Can't."

"Can!"

"Can't!"

"GIRLS!" At that yell from Mrs Beakley, both girls fell silent as they finally reached the house. Mrs Beakley glared at them again, before saying. "I have a splitting headache. Can you two keep it down a bit, please?"

Mutely the girls nodded.

"Are we still having pancakes?" Louie asked, bouncing up and down as Launchpad unlocked the door. "I'm starving!"

"How can you be starving?" Huey said, in disbelief following his brothers in. "You had two huge boxes of popcorn, and you finished the second one, what? Half an hour ago?"

"Oh, Hubert, Hubert, Hubert. You should know when you nearly die, you do tend to build up an appetite."

"Well, yeah but-"

"Yes, we are having pancakes." Beakley said, feeling a bit better now she was in the cool house.

The kids cheered. Mrs Beakley smiled, before saying robustly "I'll make them. Let's see, what do you all want?"

As they all, including Launchpad, shouted orders at her, Webby tried to interrupt.

"Granny."

"Chocolate source and sprinkles? Yes, Dewey, I suppose so."

"Granny!"

"No, Louie you may not have two, you get one each. What is it Launchpad?"

"Granny!"

"Can I have whipped cream on top? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top? Ooh - actually, can I have a cherry on top?"

"I suppose so. Is that it? Very well then."

"Granny!" Webby ran after her and caught her by the arm.

Mrs Beakley smiled down at her, fondly. "Yes, I know, Webbigail, I haven't forgotten you. One thick pancake, with chocolate, strawberry and maple source on it, with whipped cream and a cherry on the side, not on top, yes?"

Webby blinked. "No, well yes, but no."

Her grandma looked slightly confused and gently ushered her into the next room. "What is it, Webbigail?"

"Are you sure you should be cooking?" Webby blurted out. Seeing her grandma's frown she prattled on desperately. "It's just that you mentioned you have a headache, and you were dizzy, and if that's the case is a hot stove really the best place to stand? Shouldn't you be lying on the coach with an ice pack or something? I mean we can order out pancakes – order in even - "

She was cut off when her grandmas gently brushed her hair out her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for your concern, Webby dear, but the dizziness has faded since I drank that water and came back inside, and once I have taken some ibrouprofan I shall feel better. If it makes you feel better I promise not to start cooking till my headache has subsided, so if you will tell the others the pancakes will be maybe about half an hour, that would be great."

"I will do granny." Webby, feeling better, hugged her and then paused and asked. "Granny?"

"Yes, Webby?"

"Lena said she pulled you free from a subway car. Is that true?"

Mrs Beakley paused. The truth was she hadn't actually been unconscious while under the car, and she had heard snatches of Lena's and that other women's conversation. She had no idea where Lena was going with it, but had decided until then she would be nice to her and make her feel welcome. After all she was only a young teenager.

"Granny?"

She looked down at her grand-daughters worried eyes, and stroking her hair again, said. "Don't worry Webbigail I was merely trying to remember. Yes, I think that is true, it's a little but blurry to be honest."

"TBH." Webby said, without thinking.

Mrs Beakley frowned. "What?"

"Nothing! I'll tell them…I'll tell them, bye for now!" With that her Webby practically sprinted from the room.

Mrs Beakley shook her head fondly before making her way to the kitchen.