AN; This is a follow up story to my story "These are the days of our life's." in which Drake as a nine year old for the first time meets a teenaged Morgana, all though exposition is delivered in this chapter, so you don't need to read the former story.

In the time-line of the show this takes place after "Fongus Homungus." but before they became a couple and before Morgana turned to the good side for good.

It's a story meant to explain a little more in debt what these two see in each other, again, something that started in "These are the days of our life's." where the two were definitely kind of fascinated by each other.

I would like to dedicate this story to "Irual." a very talented and dedicated Darkwing Fanfic writer here on this site, go check her profile out. She loves the Morgana Darkwing pairing, and I did indeed promise were the comics to end prematurely without getting Morgana back, I would write an version where Darkwing finds her. Now, the comic has been officially cancelled, Morg doesn't have the time to come back. So I believe this story will be the second in a four piece, and it will lead up to the last one which will take place after comic continuity and Darkwing will get Morgana back from.. erh.. where ever the heck she disappeared to :/


It was almost midnight in saint Canard, the city was quiet enough and it let the full-moon shine over the city to reflect in the water of the bay, long over the water on the top of the bridge was sitting one masked mallard, for ones in his life taking things slowly, he had deserved a little break, he had been very busy the last couple of months and it was first now he had had any chance to reflect.

Darkwing sighed as he looked at a ring he was holding in his hand, a golden ring of Egyptian design and a blue stone shaped as a beetle in the middle, it was kind of by pure chance that he had stumbled across it a couple of minutes ago as he had looked through his old comic books.. just to have something to relax with for some minutes, and then it was there, safely tugged inside of the crimson avenger issue eleven, and it had opened the gate way to all sorts of different emotions, most of them nostalgic and they did bring a warmth to his chest and a smile to his beak, that ring was in a way, the first real mission he ever gotten, to simply keep this thing safe, something else had happened so long ago as he had been handed his first mission, long before any-one had ever heard the name Darkwing Duck, as he was still just a little tyke, he had met a girl, a most wonderful strange girl, she had been spirited, adventures, intelligent, true, strange and even good hearted despite being on the wrong side of the law, most importantly, she was anything but boring and ordinary and still so very pretty. Darkwing had sworn they would meet again, and when that happened he would be grown, strong and proud, the day he could finally look at himself and be satisfied he had become all that that he had wanted.

He had had his crushes since, lots of them, one story more absurd than the other. Always had he had a weakness for the strange and not traditional beautiful, he had for a long time vowed the young Jenny the sailor with a tattoo of a anchor, heart and skull on her forearm and the ability to beat everyone a mile around in hand wrestling, he had shared his first kiss with the spectacled mystery obsessed Belana who was to this date, the only person Darkwing knew whom had read more mystery novels than himself and saw a mystery needing to be solved in simply everything, always deliberately looking up trouble wanting to solve the mysteries her grey geeky appearance giving little credit to her curious trouble demanding intellect and energy, and that was what he had liked so much about her. While he had been in china, there had been Ping Duckla and her obsession with martial arts and deadly weapons, she knew more ways to kill a duck than any-one else a live and could kill more elaborate and efficient than any-one else alive, adoring her own sharp tools. Yeas. Darkwing Duck had never ever liked the traditional beauty but had had such a weakness for the strong, strange and obscure, yet none of those ladies were able to hold a candle to her, to the image of Morgana and the mysterious world she brought with her. Her love for bats and the unusual, the spells and creature, her smarts and independence, sure to clash with other independent people such as himself, and all wrapped up in a genuine giving and nice persona even if her strong will resolved into a bad temper, but he wouldn't have had it any other way. He adored that temper, it meant she wasn't in any way weak.

It had seemed to come out of the blue really, there she suddenly was, back in his life, and it all came back in les than a second, even if she did not remember.

Darkwing looked up at the moon, and as the little boy was no more and had become the adult he had hoped for, she had become a real woman, a woman unlike any other.. still being on the wrong side despite honestly not needing to be, but also the other things, she was absolutely magnificent, age had only done her a favours. And the best thing of all, she was crazy about him! She hadn't recognised the little dweeb, how could she? He was so different, so was she, all though he would have been able to recognise her any-where, that voice, that way she carried herself, those eyes.

Darkwing sighed deeply as a smile spread on his beak, once again he was a teenager deeply in love. Her parting words. "I'm sure we'll meet again." It send a tinkle all the way up Darkwing spine, he couldn't wait for them to meet again!

In his head he kept dreaming up all kinds of dream scenarios with Morgana as the center piece.

The defenceless Morgana, caught by the villains, held ransom, every one believing she was a lost cause, and then Darkwing would make his grant entrance, his voice booming from everywhere making the villain look horrified and Morganas beforehand defeated look would lighten up in hope, then Darkwing would appear out of seemingly no-where through the smoke, swing down to stand between her and the, without breaking as much as a single sweat, looking stunningly good, he to Morganas utter adoration defeated a whole room full of mobsters, until he elegantly carried her away, and she would say. "my hero." And kiss him on the beak.. ahhh, just by this day dream Darkwings heart began to race, his entire face was lightened up in a smile

He imagined them dancing in the moonlight, sitting down beneath the full moon eating dinner, he imagined the sweet nothings they would say to each other, a river stroll, her face lightening up when he surprise visited her on valentines day.

Let it not be said Darkwing Duck was not an old school romantic, when Morgana was concerned, he couldn't get enough of all the images, his heart and mind was differently some-where completely different. The ring glinted in his hand in front of him as he turned it so it could probably glitter.

"Hey DAD!"

"QUAH!" shocked beyond belief by the loud voice which had ripped him out of the day droom Darkwing jumped up and let go of the ring. "GOSALYN!" he turned around with mad eyes, and then he suddenly swallowed. "Oh no!" he bowed over to look down and saw how the ring happily zoomed downwards towards the water. "The ring!" and horriefied he saw as it plummeted down, quickly he drew his grappling hook and fired at the ring, knowing very well he only had one shot at this, the hook zoomed downwards.. and collided with the ring as both items hit the water surface, swallowing Darkwing held his breath as the hook came back over the surface, he didn't even dare breath as the hook came closer and closer, and finally as he saw a golden gleam did he sigh relieved and slowly reached out his hand to take the dripping wet ring away from the hook. "Thank god." He mumbled, and then his eyes turned to Gosalyn. "What." He started. "Do you think you're doing?"

"Sorry dad." Gosalyn looked a little sheepishly at him. "But everything turned out fine didn't it?"

"Do you have any idea what could have happened?" Darkwing asked, another one of those trouble searching female creatures he had such a great weakness towards, though this little red-heart, in a very special caring kind of way.

"Shezz dad, relax, it's just a ring."

"It's not!" Darkwing gestured.

"Don't tell me, It's some kind of token given by a long time lost sweet heart." Gosalyn yucked.

"Actually." If Gosalyn only knew, it was kind of the reverse, the item he had hidden from his long lost first crush, but changed his mind the last second possible not wanting to give Gosalyn any idea. "Never mind." He then sighed, and where had she got the idea he would ever have a nifty pink loving sweet hear? He knew himself enough to know that that wasn't going to happen! "And what, young lady." He looked at his spirited daughter. "Are you even doing all the way up here, and at this hour as well!"

"Well." Gosalyn's food circled on the ground. "First of it's Fridays, just if you had forgotten, and well, I haven't really seen you lately." She looked up at him with huge green irresistible eyes. "I wanted to see you."

And Darkwing felt his anger slipping away from him, there was just no way to resist that plea of wanting to see him, the little girl had him under her thumb without knowing it, or well.. she probably did know, she was far to intelligent for her own good. "At least get away from the ledge." He at last said in a minorly defeated voice.

Gosalyn lighted up in a smile and moved away from that said ledge to merely plummet down in sitting position right beside him.

"So, want to know what this ring really is?" Darkwing asked his daughter.

"Not if it's some stupid token of love." Gosalyn murmered. Unlike Darkwing, she was differently not a romanticker.

"Of cause not." Darkwing rolled his eyes. "Much more exciting, it's the first mission I ever got, given to me by an old witch with the message of keeping it safe and away from the other pieces, otherwise the world might go under."

"Dad." Gosalyn looked up at him. "I am not dense, excuse me, but that sounds far fetched."

"It's true!" Darkwing exclaimed. "I was your age, perhaps even a bit younger, there was a freak circus and a series of thefts happening, I discovered the circus was behind it, I did not have a chance to expose them as they were magical and police would probably think I were nuts if I tried, but I got the artefacts back to the owners, and the old lady told me to keep it so no one would ever get it."

"Really." Gosalyns voice still sounded doubting.

"look ergh argh, when you yourself sit as an adult with your child and try to explain to that child that you spend you're weekends as a nine year old following around a caped crusader, how would you explain that to them?" he asked. "Give me a little leverage ones in a while."

"It's just, you are really good at building on the stories." Gosalyn told honestly. "It's hard to separate fact from stories with you."

"It's not.. it's argh! And you're the one to talk little lady." He grumped.

"Hey, when did I ever say I was any better?" Gosalyn asked in a slight grin.

Ones again Darkwing could fell how easily she deflated him and he smirked lightly. "honestly though." He held out the ring so Gosalyn could see. "It's the truth, there was a witch apparently unable to see my future, so she made one up." He laughed likely. "She said I would become a pleasant and grounded man with a steady job, a nice housewife and well behaved children." He chuckled a little more. "Oh if I could only find that woman and introduce her to you."

"Wow, then it must be true." Gosalyn commented. "You wouldn't make up stuff like that." She giggled down in her hand. "What did you think of that?" Gosalyn asked a little sheepish.

"Honestly, when I was told I was so disappointed! It seemed so boring to me, and I kind of swore never to let that happen." He laughed. "And then another witch told me that it was impossible to foresee my future, oh you would have liked her, a real spirited trouble maker."

"Good for her in her old age."

"Old?" Darkwing asked.

"Aren't.. witches supposed to be old?" Gosalyn asked carefully.

"No" Darkwing responded flatly. "At least this one wasn't, as I remember she was not really a witch yet but more a witch a training, but she could do a lot of magic, illusions and foreseeing and stuff, and she had to be around fourteen or sixteen at the time… or something." He rubbed his beak as he thoughtfull looked out in the air. "I think."

"Don't overheat it dad." Gosalyn cheated as she shook her head. "You need that knuckle of yours remember."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Darkwing asked though with a hint of smile in his voice.

"That you need it to solve crimes with of cause!" Gosalyn exclaimed. "The world's greatest detective needs to stay sharp at all time!"

"Your darn right!" Darkwing grinned. "Speaking of which, it was about that same time I decided to become real serious about being a detective." He told. "Started deducing stuff for myself, when I tracked down this ring and the two other pieces of jewel." He held it down between him and Gosalyn.

"Doesn't look like much does it?" Gosalyn asked taking the ring to look probably at it herself. "Okay granted, looks a bit old and stuff, but it doesn't do anything."

"Well, neither of us are witches, all though I'm sure you are almost there." Darkwing snorted taking his ring back to stuff it in his pocket. "Be a little careful wont you? I am supposed to keep it safe!"

"Why would any-one give a nine year old such a responsibility?" Gosalyn asked a little suspeciouse.

"Well erh." Darkwing hesitated. "The old lady told me it's the ring of spirit, and it recognises spirit so it wont give itself up to anyone else, unless the unlikely should happen that someone with equally as much spirit got his a her hands on it." he shrugged. "what do I know, she was probably a witch to and saw something in me."

"Meeting a witch would be so cool." Gosalyn stated a little dreamingly. "What-ever became of the witch in training?" Gosalyn asked.

"As far as I know she went home to her family ditching the circus." Darkwing sighed. "Then she grew up and became a real witch, that's all I really know." he dragged Gosalyn into a slight hug keeping an arm around her.

"You sound like it was important to you."

"It was." Darkwing admitted. "It was a very important couple of days to me, that wont chance no matter what comes next." he sighed as he witnessed a bat flying across the moon, it was almost like the bat took a short glance of him.


AN; Am I the only one who got the sense that Darkwing per definition only likes reaaaaly strange women, I mean he is differently a romantic character, he his a romanticiser, but I just can't help but think he only ever falls for the weird women. And had Morgana not suddenly become such a prominent figure it was supposed to be the running gag that he just falls straight for the bizarre women. I mean the only other female where it were apparent Darkwing thought her very attractive by the first sight of her was the eye patch lady from "Twin beaks." he was so turned on by that eye patch.

And not only that, he truly hates everything mundane an ordinary, that is basically why he can't stand the muddlefoots, they are nice people rubbing him the wrong way. If not for Gosalyn, he would have been a hermit for sure. And well, Gosalyn to! he recognised her spirit as the first thing upon meeting her, and I also believe that is the element in her that swept him away and decided to adopt, I think he kind of likes the challenge she provides. I don't think he is able to stand people who can't think for themselves either..

This is not to say that Darkwing is a bad person, I don't believe he is. It's just that whole. "when you are spirited everyone else temps to seem empty." thing playing in. He is a good person at heart, he just have a difficult time with most people. :/

Anyone want me to write a prequel story about Sailor Jenny and Drake? I'm afraid to say she either turned him down or ignored him constantly finding him a to pewny and not tough enough for her, though charmingly cocky, and when she was happy she could give him such a crushing hug that it almost broke his spine. Ahh, that was a treasured young love!

It could be rather fun to write a story where either Belana or Ping Duckla made a re-appearance into his life. I can kind of see them for me now. Belana is a crime investigator of cause and Ping Duckla is a ninja secret agent for China's government. I think of all of his former Romances the one with Belana is the one that worked out the best, he was the one who left her, to pursue his dream of becoming a hero.

And I just made all of this stuff up, sorry!