This story take place in the show's run from after Darkwing have met Morgana but before they really got together and Darkwing have no idea yet that she is planning to turn from the dark side and become one of the good. For continuety They meet in the episode "Fungus Homungus." for those who want's to be refreshed, in this setting they have only ever met as Darkwing and Morgana, Morgana does not know of Darkwings secret identity, neither have she ever met Gosalyn, so this is supposedly my version of Morganas and Gosalyns first meeting, more importantly, it's my own version of Morganas and Drakes very first meeting.
Drake Mallard sighed deeply as he laid flat on his back on the sofa, really just flattening out as he looked out in the air, really looking like he was a place totally different.
"SHINE AND RISE DAD!" Gosalyn yelled jumping up on his stomach. "Quite laying around all day, we should go out and do stuff! Watch a movie, play some hockey, that would probably be good to get you in shape, get that flub away."
Drake merely sighed. "Not now Gosalyn." He asked of her.
Gosalyn halted, and then her head towards Lunchpad. "What's up with him, I just jumped on his stomach and insulted his stomach flab and he isn't angry." Concerned she turned back to Drake. "Are you hurting dad?" she asked.
"Only my heart." Drake sighed.
Questionable Gosalyn looked at Launchpad.
"Don't worry about it Gosalyn, it's just this woman who DW likes, we run into her once in a while and we thought we were going to see her last night, but it wasn't her at all." Laucnpad explained.
Gosalyns face wringed. "Ew, don't tell me, some tall blond woman with a high pinched tone and always wearing the newest fashion in skirts and high hells."
"Well actually." Launcpad started.
"Stop it right there." Gosalyn demanded holding her hands against the ears. "I don't want to hear it!"
"So beautiful." Drake sighed. "As a juvel in the night, and her white feathers shining in the moon, oh Gos if you only knew."
Gosalyns face wringed an extra nodge. "Ewww." She spat out as if the description tasted bad. "Dad, please don't ever meet up with that woman again, in fact, don't meet up with any woman."
Launchpad looked confused at Gosalyn. "You don't want DW to find a love to spend all of his life with?" he asked.
"Exactly." Gosalyn told, sitting down on top of Drake crossing her arms.
"But Gosalyn, that could be your chance to actually also get a mother." Launchpad pointed out.
"Exactly!" Gosalyn repeated with force. "I'm sure whatever dad would bring home would be a disaster."
Drake looked a little hurt at Gosalyn. "Well if you really think that." He mumbled. "Rest assured Gosalyn, I would never stay with someone you hate." He ruffled up his hair. "But oh, if you just met her, I'm sure you would get along!"
"That's what you say about everything you would like me to like but I hate." Gosalyn rolled her eyes. "I can just imagine that blond blue eyed tramp" she grumbled. "And I don't like her!"
Drake and Launchpad exchanged looks, Launchpad was just about to open his mouth.
"No need Launchpad." Drake cut him off. "It's not like she is ever going to come home to us, perhaps one day she will walk the path of good, I know she can, I just know it! But not yet Lp, not yet."
That piece of information though made Gosalyn a bit more interested. "She's a villain?" she asked.
"Don't you have something to do?" Drake suddenly asked his daughter.
"Fine." Gosalyn grumped. "You never tell me anything when it's real interesting."
"When your older." Drake told.
"Yeah yeah." Gosalyn muttered, jumping away from her father and down on the floor to return to a recently received box, which she had all ready gone through once, and thus the news value wasn't so big anymore, it looked like pure junk inside of the box.
"And I believe you had something to do to." Drake pointed out to Launchpad.
"But the crash wasn't that bad." Launchpad muttered.
"Would the thunderquack be able to fly in a minutes notice?" Drake asked in a pleasant voice.
"No." Launcpad admitted. "I go look at it." And he heavily hit the mousy statue to vanish through the chair.
Already Gosalyn had managed to things laying around on half the floor, critically eying it all.
"What is that anyway?" Drake asked.
"Junk." Gosalyn murmured. "The description said magical dark artefacts, but the only thing true so far is artefacts, which is another word for old junk!" Gosalyn grumbed.
"Thank god for that." Drake managed to say under his breath.
Gosalyn was busy eyeing what looked like an old lamp. "old junk." She muttered and threw the lamp hard on the floor so it broke into two.
Suddenly a red cloud of smoke seemed to erupt from the broken lamp. "Who freed the great Jabador?" a voice boomed as the smoke grew. "The most evil genie of them all!" the smoke spread to reveal the great red evil looking genie.
Drake starred wide-eyed at the picture, before muttering under his breath. "Boy, trust all the evil demons to always come to this particular neighbourhood." And he jumped up. "GOS BE CAREFUL!" he huffed the girl behind her.
"Why's that, It's a genie!" Gosalyn grinned widely. "Do I have three wishes then?" she asked.
"Wishes?" and the genie left out a big roar of laughter. "Jabador doesn't fulfil wishes." He grinned. "Jabbador steal souls."
"YIKES!" Drake huffed Gosalyn back behind himself. "Not in this house scum." He told.
"Auw." Gosalyn let out as she held her wrist.
"Gos what happened?" Drake concerned asked.
With a quivering beak showed Drake her arm where a burn mark was now to be found.
"You who freed me, you shall be my first feast." Jabadoor licked his lips.
"Don't even think about it pall." Drake sneered. "People who touches my daughter always end up regretting it, now your warned."
Jabbador laughed a deep roaring laughter. "Oh your mortals are always so amusing." And as if Drake was nothing but a bug, Jabbador swooped him aside, sending him directly into a wall.
Drake wobbled up on his feet's. "Takes more than that to get rid of me." He stated unfocused and shook his head.
And that was when an ambolt appeared out of no where above him and rammed him down in the floor.
"DAD!" Gosalyn yelled as she ran over to him. "Dad wake up!" she exclaimed as it was only to obviouse that Drake was very much knocked. "DAD WAKE UP!" Gosalyn yelled. "Somebody please help!" she yelled. "HELP!"
"Your mine." Jabador smiled. "And I can just smell that tasty spirit, what a treat."
Suddenly thunder sounded from the outside, the front door was smacked open and a female voice rang. "Leave the poor mortals alone!"
"IN HERE!" Gosalyn yelled. "HE WANTS TO EAT MY SOUL!"
and almost floating in came what was obviously a witch, in a long red dress, bats was flying around her.
"Cool." Gosalyn managed to mumble.
"So you are the abnormally, I thought the disturbance was quite big." The woman said.
Jabador squinted his eyes. "And who might you be?" he asked.
"Morgana Macabre, defender of the weak against fiends like you." She stated.
"Keen gear." Gosalyn looked wide-eyed at her. "A super heroine with actual superpowers! A sorcerer! Cool!"
"Be gone!" Morgana demanded, sparks flying from her hands.
"as if you that will work on me." Jabador laughed.
"Maybe this will!" Morgana send a exstra blast at him.
"Auw!" the genie hauled. "So you can may hurt me now." He hissed. "I admit would loose right now, but I will be back Morgana Macabre, I will be back for my soul." And he became smoke which flew out the window.
"And I'll be here waiting for you!" Morgana yelled as she ran after him, pocking her head out of the window, before she retrieved again. "My first act as a hero and I failed." She muttered a little miserable. "Are you all right dearest." She asked Gosalyn.
Gosalyn looked wide-eyed at Morgana, before she nodded. "I'm fine.. but my dad." She held Drakes head in her hands.
Morgana furrowed her brows before she shrugged. "I fix that." She snapped her hand so a bucket of water appeared over Drake, and then spilled it's contains over his face.
Immideatly Drake sat up straight and started to spatter and splutter. "All right your fiendish evil doer! I teach you to touch my daughter!" he held up his fists.
"DAD!" Gosalyn exclaimed. "Your all right!" she embraced him.
"Yeas of cause, it takes a lot more to get rid of me!" he stated proudly. Before he started looking around. "Say, where's that Jabador genie?" he asked.
"She got rid of him!" Gosalyn pointed.
"Who?" Drake asked as he followed Gosalyns finger. And he suddenly froze. "No," he whispered, and then slapped himself. "I must still be unconciouse." And he hit himself even harder.
Morgana looked a bit blankly at him, then shook her head. "Normals sometimes." She muttered. "Sir." She intruded as she stepped forward. "I am sorry to break into your home, but I just wanted to help, my name is Morgana Macabre and I am a defender of the weak."
"The weak?" Drake asked. "I have you know, no one is weak in this house hold."
Morgana gave him a cold stare.
"All though of cause." Drake gulped. "We are glad for your help."
Morgana still looked just as coldly at him.
"Is it getting colder in here?" Drake asked Gosalyn, as he true enough was shaking and even started to turn blue.
First as Morgana blinked and turned her eyes away did Drake seem to gain normal body temperature.
"So we a genie free now?" Drake ask hopefully, finally getting himself of the ground, pulling Gosalyn close.
Morgana sighed. "I'm afraid not." She told. "I couldn't banish him, and he will be back for the girl."
At once Drake huffed Gosalyn behind his back. "He wont take her." He told. "I wont allow it."
"Neither will I, I promise, I have decided to become a hero so I will life by those rules." Morgana told, making Drakes beak flinch into a partly concealed smile. "And you need me." She told.
"Right." Drake nodded. "Urh.. I guess we will be needing to introduce ourselves." He hesistated. "I mean.. if you are going to help us.. I mean..urh."
Morgana looked a bit angry at him. "Of cause I am." She snapped. "But you will have to let me sir."
Drake gulped. "Erh, right." He stated. "Drake… Mallard" he finally managed to get over his beak, offering Morgana his hand, it took a couple of seconds for her to even take it, and as Drake got his hand back after a very quick shake, he frightfully discovered that the hand had become an ice cube, which needed to melt.
"And I'm Gosalyn!" Gosalyn stated proudly as she jumped up and front of Morgana. "Can you do all sorts of magic."
"Well, I am considered to be pretty powerful." Morgana nodded.
"Keen gear!" Gosalyn gladly exclaimed.
"Gosalyn!" Drake managed to pull her away. "can you at least try and behave in front of miss Macabre?" he asked.
"Miss Macabre?" Morgana asked in a cold voice. "That is how you are going to address me?" she asked.
"Urh.. your married?" Mallard asked his nervousness starting to grow. "Mrs Macabre? I .. I don't know. I didn't mean to insult you."
"No it's miss Macabre, mr Mallard." Morgana stated coldly, and then her tone of voice shifted completely as she adressed Gosalyn in a warm friendly manner. "You Gosalyn can just call my Morgana if you like."
"Sweet." Gosalyn grinned.
"So erh.. you have a place to stay?" Drake started asking. "There is some nice hotels nearby, I would be happy to rent you a nice room or something."
"Mr. Mallard, if you want your daughter safe I need to be close by, at least at the same house until the genie has been banned for good." Morgana told.
"So you'll be staying… here?" Drake asked, sweat starting to emerge on his forehead.
Morgana lifted an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?" she asked.
"No no!" Drake hurriedly assured. "It's just not that often we have a lady around."
"Hey what about me?" Gosalyn asked.
"Trust me, the day you actually act like a lady will be a day of overjoy for me." Drake mumbled.
"Liar, you love me as I am." Gosalyn pointed out.
"As I was saying." Drake hrmpfed returning to Morgana,. "We would be honored if you would stay in our guest room." He told.
"KEEN GEAR WE HAVE A SORCERE IN OUR HOUSE!" Gosalyn triumphed. "Morgana, can you teach me magic?" Gosalyn asked hopefully.
"Well, if your up for calculations." Morgana mussed.
Gosalyns face fell.
"Yeas Gosalyn, you should differently try it out, would might improve your math grades." Drake suggested.
"Not funny dad." Gosalyn grumped.
"Miss Macabre." Drake turned to her. "Will you allow me to show me to the guest room."
"I'm sure Gosalyn would only be to happy to show me." Morgana said, her voice again so icy cold.
"Sure!" Gosalyn grinned. "Come on!" she grabbed Morganas hand. "Dad is right, there is almost never other women in the house, so I sort of lack a role model as a woman, and everyone else is so boring, but let me tell you, you are cool!" and they disappeared up the stairs.
"My god." Drake blinked. And then he took a deep breath as a smile spread across his face. "I knew it! I knew she would one day use her gifts only for good, and oh, she's more beautiful than I remembered!"
"DW?" Launchpad voice sounded from the chair. "What happened here?"
"GAH! Launchpad!" Drake jumped, and then ran in front of his side-kick. "You can't be here!" he exclaimed.
"erm, DW, I life here." Launchpad pointed out.
"You don't understand, Morgana is here!" Drake exclaimed.
"What?" Launchpad asked.
"Yeah, Gosalyn had purchased some sort of demon who have set his mind on her soul, then Morgana popped up to help and now she's up stairs with Gosalyn."
"Boy, and people say the life of a family man is boring." Launchpad muttered.
"Anyway, point is she can't see you here, she doesn't know who I am, but if she sees you she'll figure it out! Just go to the cave, I'll be there later, then I explain everything.. as good as I can."
"Don't worry, I got it, I wont come to the house." Launchpad assured as he sat back. "See you later." And he disappeared.
Drake sighed deeply.
"Boy." Gosalyn muttered wandering down the stairs. "I want to be like that when I grow up." She stated.
"I told you you would like her." Drake stated a little dreamingly. "isn't she wonderful?"
Gosalyn silenced as she looked at her father, then she looked up the stairs, then at her father again and she brightened up. "Keen gear!" she gladly exclaimed. "That's her!" she asked. "Oh dad, you didn't say she was cool, I should have known you wouldn't just go after any hag." She ran down to him, and then her face faltered. "She doesn't like you though."
"What are you talking about, she does! we have shared a great deal of romantic moments in the night." Drake told. "And who wouldn't be charmed by the mighty masked mallard." He smiled. "mysterious and brave."
"Dad, your not a masked mallard right now." Gosalyn pointed out.
"Oh yeah." Drake realized.
"You just have your work cut out for you, that's all that I am saying." Gosalyn stated, strolling back to her box.
"Don't touch any of that!" Drake warned. "We'll have Morgana helping us looking at it later." He told. "And you young lady, stay close to me, you wont be out of my sight for the remainder of the day."