A/N- Wow, I really loved all the positive feedback I got regarding this fic and the idea of NegaMorgana. Of course, the general idea of NegaMorg isn't really original…I've run across it in many other places. I just hope that my take on it will be original. Well, on with the show!!

Chapter 1

Negaduck, very early on, had found himself very disappointed. It seemed that his universe's version of Morgana lacked certain skills. The whole magic thing, as a matter of fact. But that didn't stop his plans. Just slowed them down. But there were several problems to deal with. Some more imminent than others.

The first of which was that Morgana afraid of him. Not that this really bothered him, but whenever he so much as looked at her, she cowered in fear. Normally, he would have relished this, but now, he had not the time for it. He wanted her fearful, but not paralyzingly so. However, if her response when he looked at her was cowering in a corner, one could only imagine what she did when he spoke to her. Her voice was reduced to pathetic stutters and her body did this weird nervous twitch. This situation had to be rectified. But how?

It had been genius, when the solution had come to him. It had been right in front of his beak. Observing certain patterns between his universe and Darkwing's, he had recalled a once-brilliant-but-horribly-failed plan of his. But if it hadn't worked with Darkwing's Morgana, perhaps…just maybe it would work on his.

He had begun it subtly. A smile here. A positive word there. Winks that would turn her feathers a little shade of pink. He felt ridiculous, but it didn't matter. It was working. She was falling in love with him. Her stutters became less frequent, and her feeble protests against his wicked ways had all but disappeared. Negaduck was very pleased to know he could have such an effect on a woman and had decided to file away this knowledge for later use. But her change in attitudes and mannerisms shocked even him. Thanks to love, which was something Negaduck had always tried to truly avoid, she was his willing slave. He told her what to do, and she did it. Quite well, he noticed.

Crime suited his Morgana. She had gone from a wilting, withering flower to a powerful rose, full of thorns. He had not only affected her ideals, but her appearances as well. Eventually, she had cut her hair short, with the back coming up off her shoulders and the front hanging only slightly lower with such a straight cut that the entire look brought thoughts of razors to one's mind. Her dress still looked like the one Darkwing's Morgana wore, but she had darkened the color of blue.

Four short months and the first step in his plans had finally completed. Morgana McCawber was his. She followed his whims willingly and blindly, happy to serve him. Now, it was on to step two. With his new improved Morg on his arm, the couple entered the Negaverse's version of Duckburg.

Unlike the other universe's Duckburg, this version was not a glittering metropolis built so by Scrooge McDuck. Negaduck had come to this wreck of a little shanty town before and had even met Scrooge there. In Negaduck's world, it pleased him see that the duck that was so powerful and fabulously wealthy in Darkwing's world was nothing more than a common beggar here.

Negaduck walked along the street, sneering at beggars laying just off to his left and right, with Morgana on his arm. For spite, he kicked a little pile of dirt onto one of the poor losers, causing the duck to sit up and cough fitfully. He had not seen who the dust had hit, but he smiled with the thought that it could have been McDuck.

"Negaduck, darling, where are we going? You haven't told me. Is this Duckburg?" Morgana asked, looked around, her beak upturned.

"Yes, this is the place. And I told you it was a surprise," Negaduck growled in response, which was as close to a throaty purr as he ever really got.

Morgana knew this and smiled. "Can't you give me a hint?"

"Aw, but that would ruin it. Would you really have it ruined?"

"Please?"

Negaduck smiled. He loved to hear her beg.

"Well, remember when I told you that you so much potiential?"

"Of course."

"We've come here to help you along your way in recognizing it."

She smiled, pleased that this trip seemed to be for her. Of course, only Negaduck knew the full implications of what his plans were and that they were to serve only him. After all, they were his plans. But he smiled back at her, hugging her closer. She folded so easily into his arms, and he loved it. If all went well, he would reward her tonight…but he could not let her know this. Thoughts of rewards might deter her focus. So on they walked.

Finally, a fair distance away from the other end of the shanty town, the couple reached a very large mansion that was falling apart in certain areas. Morg's eyes grew slightly bigger. Negaduck arched his eyebrow and asked, "What's up with you?"

She blushed a little as she answered, "I've--I've never been in a mansion before. Even a wreck like this seems like a palace compared to where I used to live."

Negaduck nodded, unsurprised that her former home had probably been a building worth condemnation. Most places in the Negaverse were like this. They approached the door . Then, simultaneously, both began pounding hard.

"Open up!" Negaduck shouted. "Your lord and master is here!"

"All right, all right! I'm comin!" came a careless voice.

The door opened, and a dog in a very rumbled--even ripped in some places--butler's suit stood there, leaning ever so slightly on the door frame.

"Whaddya want?" he asked, folding his arms.

"Duckworth, tell Magica that Negaduck is here to see her…And do so quickly," Negaduck said.

"Whatever," Duckworth replied.

Negaduck growled while Morgana smiled adoringly down upon him. Duckworth seemed to get the message, turning quickly to fetch his mistress. Negaduck and Morg entered into the mansion, slamming the door behind them. A bit of ceiling debris fell at their feet.

"Why do you want to see Magica, Negaduck?" Morg asked, a slight tinge of jealously in her tones.

"She has something I need," he said. "Do I need to explain myself to you?"

Morg's eyes widened, and she shook her head quickly. "No, no, my Lord and Master. Never."

"That's right."

A moment later, Magica descended the stairs, the white, flowing dress she wore trailing behind her.

"Negaduck," she said, stopping a bit from him and bowing. "An honor."

"Do you still have your spellbook, Magica?" he asked, wasting no time.

Magica seemed taken aback, and Morgana looked confused. Negaduck grimaced.

"Well?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes…I do. But you know I could never use any of the spells. You know I have minimal power," she stopped, looking at Morg and smiling. "Nothing I've tried has ever come out right."

"I don't need you, just the book. I want it, and you're going to give it to me," he said, taking a threatening step forward.

Magica stepped back, lifting her hands. "I'll get it! I'll get it!" she said, running back upstairs.

As soon as she was out of sight, Morgana turned to Negaduck.

"Magic? How is magic going to help us?" she asked.

Negaduck smiled. Magica returned quickly and put the book in his hands.

"Keep it," she said, her smile wavering. "Anything for our Lord and Master."

"Let's go, Morg," he said, sweeping around. "We're going back to St. Canard."

Morgana raised an eyebrow as they left the mansion. The walk back through Duckburg was quiet between them, with Negaduck's mind focused elsewhere. Finally, when they had reached his motorcycle, Morgana seemed to burst with questions.

"What are you going to do to me? You said this was to help me realize my potiential! Please, Master, you're not going to hurt me, are you? Have I done something wrong?" she whined, climbing into the cycle's sidecar and cowering there.

Negaduck sighed. It seemed as if he had not been able to eradicate all of her cowering. But, then again, maybe it was best that he hadn't.

"I can't promise that it won't hurt, but if it does it won't be for long. And you'll be happier when the pain--if any--is over. You're very special to me," Negaduck said, hopping on the cycle and driving off.

As Morgana smiled contentedly at this, Negaduck amended, mentally, And my plans…

End Notes: So, this is chapter one. What did everyone think? Sorry it took me so long. I had trouble trying to develop how he turned her evil. I didn't want their relationship to be a mimic of Joker and Harley from Batman: The Animated Series (although, I do love those two!) I look forward to feedback!