Title: Chronology

Summary: Darkwarrior Duck finds a way to the past. And he comes prepared.

Genre: Angst/adventure

Disclaimer: Still down't own.

Rating and Warning: T to be safe

A/N: This is a brainfart I had a little while ago. Just a scene I had imagined when I was little and have perfected (cough) in the last few hours. I just like how we can just let our imagination go cray cray :)

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There is nothing more satisfying then a plan coming together.

Darkwarrior allows a little smile to crawl over his beak. It ghosts over his face for only a moment before disappearing again. One of the robots that is working on the machine abruptly turns as if sensing the changing mood of its master. So far the warrior's mood has been climbing the past few hours.

Of course, with the prospect of battle in the near future, how can he not be pleased with upcoming events?

Not to mention he will get her back at last.

He turns his chair back towards the large console, eyes gliding over the screen displaying so much information it could make your head spin if you didn't know what you were looking at. The white duck lets his sight linger on one of the many formulas he's managed to crack not to long ago, checking it for the millionth time to see if it could be flawed.

Without that particular stream of data there would be no possible way for him to travel through time and space.

It's finally ready.

He opens a file on the screen in which the grand lines of his plan have been jotted down. It looks like the random musings of a rambling idiot, without detail, filled with a lack of foresight and littered with more holes then Swiss Cheese. But the many intricacies from plan A to L are all laid out in the depths of his mind.

The backup plans of his backup plans have backup plans.

Just the way he likes it, as he always has liked it. He has always prized himself to have an anticipating mind. As a crimefighter his quick wits have been his greatest weapon.

They are leaving within the hour.

He glances over his shoulder to the small group of misfits standing at the ready. He glares harshly and a collective shudder of fear rolls through his minions. But just as he is about to bark an order a pair of warm hands gently wrap around his face. He turns his head to face the other duck, glare wavering.

"Darling…" The witch purrs with her usual raspy voice, a pleasant smile gracing her features. "…Why so tense?" But her smile falters when the dark stare returns tenfold. Even she knows when not to push her luck, and right now Darkwarrior is as on edge as if sitting on a blade.

His eyes soften slightly when she glides away, one hand lingering longer on his face then the other. The black haired woman smiles again when she notices the ice melt. Like it or not, she always had this effect on him.

The same effect that the other witch had on him all those years ago.

This woman may not be his Morgue, but has proven herself so many times more useful.

But even Morgana, who had proven to be quite a challenge to conquer in the past, will not be a problem. Darkwarrior will deal with her this time, just as he has before.

There will be no mercy for her if she dares cross him. There will be zero tolerance for any pushback from anyone.

Not from the Fearsome Five. Not from any of those other heroic losers. Not even from the woman who was supposedly the love of his life.

Not even…

Not even from…

…from himself.

The thought of meeting his younger self leaves a strange taste on his tongue. Darkwarrior knows who he will be dealing with. His younger self will either prove to be a complete pushover if manipulated the right way, or Darkwing Duck will prove to be the biggest threat he has ever faced.

Though he needn't worry. He and Darkwing are over two decades apart. He may have come of age, but unlike any normal duck he hasn't aged the way he should have. It may have been because of the many things he has done in the past. It may have something to do with him taking down the Macawber family. Maybe killing Morgana has cursed him, he doesn't know.

"Core is spinning sir."

Darkwarrior breaks put of his thoughts when the robot addresses him directly. He nods his acknowledgment and dismisses the machine. One quick look at his minions who have closed in on him, ready to do his bidding. He also feels the witch come back up to his other side.

Her eyes meet his and she smiles oh so pleasantly.

All of them are ready.

So is he.