"So, is there any more dangerous stuff?" Drake asked as he stood at a safe distance, firmly holding Gosalyn back by having a firm grip on her wrist.

"Can more of it do magic stuff?" Gosalyn asked eagerly, to receive a warning look from her dad.

"No, it's just ordinary unmagical objects." Morgana told as she turned a statue of a rooster in her hands.

"Thank goodness." Drake breathed, and then gulped. "How about this?" he asked holding up Gosalyn's arms so the new burn mark of two circles and a 'J' was fully visible. "What is that?"

Morgana moved closer, and carefully took Gosalyns arm to examine. "The genies mark." Morgana explained. "He wont go for anyone else than Gosalyn at given moment."

"Can't you get rid of it?" Drake asked.

"Mr. Mallard, there are limits to magic, I can't do anything." Her voice was once more exstremely confrontational.

"Gah, I didn't mean I like that!" Drake spluttered. "I just want to get it off Gosalyn, and I just hoped."

"Of cause you did." Morgana snapped.

"He he." Drake swallowed a bit nervously, taking Gosalyn back. "So.. when he comes back.. what do we do?" he asked.

"You do nothing, this is much to dangerouse for normals." Morgana told.

"What!" Drake exclaimed. "I have you know miss, there is no way I am just going to stand by in a situation like this!"

"You'll just be in the way." Morgana told back in a angry voice.

"Maybe I wont, maybe I'll be of help." Drake argued in a annoyed tone.

"I sincerely doubt that." Morgana crossed her arms, lighting seeming to come out of her eyes. "Stay put."

Damp almost seemed to come out of Drakes skull.

"So annoying to be told that all the time isn't it?" Gosalyn asked innocently.

Drake shoot her a look. "Stay out of this." He told Gosalyn. "Your even in to much trouble as it is."

"But technically I didn't do anything wrong." Gosalyn pointed out.

"I'm sure if I investigate I'll find something, I know you Gos." Drake told her. "And that's beside the point, this situation is dangerous, so could you please just behave and do as what your told for once, Gos." He breathed out calming down as he sat down on her knees holding Gosalyns shoulder. "It's for your own safeties sake you know."

"I know dad." Gosalyn nodded.

Drake nodded satisfied as he returned to Morgana, who know stood with the broken lamp examining it. "So what do we do know?" Drake asked her.

"Wait, I can't do anything before Jabador strikes again." Morgana told not looking up from the broken item.

"Great.." Drake murmured. "Gosalyn, remember to stay in sight." He told her.

"Yeah I know dad." Gosalyn told. "I'm not stupid."

"Sometimes you fool me." Drake shook his head, and Gosalyn was all ready on her way out of the room. "Hey where are you going?" Drake asked.

"The kitchen." Gosalyn rolled her eyes. "I'm hungry."

"Don't be out of eyesight." Drake hissed. "I go with you."

"This promises to be the worst weekend ever." Gosalyn murmured.

"I heard that." Drake made aware, before he turned to Morgana. "Urh, miss Macabre have you eaten? Would you like some refreshment."

"I must admit springing out as a hero in the middle of the day take something out of one." She yawnd, still not looking up from the lamp. "Why the first catastrophe couldn't happen as a decent hour in the middle of the night where decent people as me is awake is beyond me."

Drake smiled lightly. "A person of the night." He said softly.

"Excuse me?" Morgan asked.

"Erh, what I mean to say is that it may be a bit strange for you, but for us normals day time is the time we are awake." Drake told. "Most of us like sun light."

"Your calling me strange?" Morgana asked, finally looking up but now with daggers in her house.

"No!" Drake exclaimed. "God no! I'm just saying that is how it sort of is around here, well, actually, I personally prefer the night myself, it's kind of where I strive."

"You don't need to make stuff up in front of me." Morgana told, returning to her work. "Yeas, it would be nice with something to eat." She at last said.

Drakes heart was all the way down in his stomach as he opened the fridge in the kitchen, Gosalyn tripping beside him.

"Dad, what ever did you do to make her hate you so much?" Gosalyn asked.

"I don't know!" Drake told. "Believe me, I would love to find out."

"Maybe she just hate your guts." Gosalyn suggested. "Or your obnoxious mannerism." She continued wisely.

"Your obnoxious mannerism." Drake repeated in a mocking tone. "Drat, there's nothing in here." He made the obviouse statement as all there was to see in the fridge was half a chess, two eggs, and a old abandoned spider web.

"When is there ever something in there?" Gosalyn asked innocently.

"Sometimes." Drake defended.. "When I remember."

"Aw Dad, you were never born to be a house mom, don't worry I understand." Gosalyn assured.

"Not helping." Drake told as he slammed the fridge.

"But you are differently born to be the crime fighter of the night!" Gosalyn spread out her arms.

"Now that's differently helping." Drake grinned, fondly ruffling up her hair. "I guess we need to call for some food then." He muttered.

"let it please be pizza!" Gosalyn asked.

"Now now, lets consider Morgana, see what she likes." He told, and then sighed softly. "I just need to make her warm up to me, I know it."

"Well good luck with that, I just run out asking her!" Gosalyn gladly exclaimed, running out of the kitchen and into the living room.

And thus happened the unlikely picture of Drake Mallard, Gosalyn and Macabre sitting in the middle of the day, in the Mallard home, eating their pizza.

Thankfully though, as cold as Morgana was towards Drake as fond was she seemingly of Gosalyn.

"So you know actual vampires?" Gosalyn asked.

"Yeas a couple, but they are really not that interesting, they just suck the life out of any conversation you try to have." Morgana told Gosalyn, allowing Drake to swoone a bit over her beauty without being caught.

"They can turn into bats right?" Gosalyn asked.

"They can also turn into wolfs and mist." Morgana nodded.

"What about Zombies?" Gosalyn asked.

"not to intelligent creatures." Morgana sighed. "But I suppose it's not their fault that they literately have a rotten brain, you can't help your inteligents, right Mr. Mallard?" she asked. "Mr. Mallard?" she repeated as Drake had failed to answer.

Realising he was been addressed and that he had disappeared into a dreaming state just looking at Morgana Drake shook his head. "Yeah right! Your absolutely right." He told, having no idea what he was answering to.

Morgana shook her head, dismissing Drake as she returned to Gosalyn. "ghost's however, now those you can carrie interesting conversations with."

Drake sighed defeated, deflating into his chair, really having lost any sense of appetite.

He was only to happy to slip away later as he cleaned up what little there was to clean in the kitchen, meanwhile Gosalyn was only to happy about Morgana company as they sun was setting outside and the two lady ducks kept each other company.

"And then I hit the puck, and scored! Gosalyn won the game!" Gosalyn triumped as she hopped up and down.

"That's really impressive." Morgana smiled.

"Dad took my out to eat afterwards, at my favorite place, he was proud to." Gosalyn told.

"You really are your fathers daughter." Morgana smiled.

"Really?" Gosalyn asked.

"Absolutely." Morgana told. "It's obviouse your related."

Gosalyns eyes were even wider. "Oh boy, that's great."

Morgana lifted an questioning eyebrow.

"erh hehe, you see we are not really blood related, I'm adopted." Gosalyn told.

Now it was Morgana turn to look stunned. "I can honestly say if you hand't told me, I wouldn't have know."

Gosalyn grinned. "Well, he is my dad now." She told and then sighed. "If only I had a mother to." She shoot a look at Morgana before looking back, as if hoping Morgana hadn't caught her intention.

"Oh I'm sure that will happen sooner or later." Morgana told.

"Because dad is such a good person?" Gosalyn asked, looking at her nails. "Passionate, courageous, come on Morgana, list some good things about my dad." She asked of her.

"Of cause there is a lot of good things about your dad.. he is.. erhm." Morgana swallowed. "Normal."

"Pff, wrong word." Gosalyn shook her head. And then she threw herself at her needs. "Please, just try with dad!" she asked of her. "I know you would be able to like him if you just tried! Please!"

"Wauw, erh Gosalyn." Morgana said a little confused. "I don't.."

"I promised I would be back." A deep voice started booming as red smoke started zipping in. "And now as dark is falling my power is raising, I want my soul." The voice grew louder as the room was filling up.

Drake just managed to pop in his head and see what was going on. "oh no!" he exclaimed, and was vanished again.

"Gosalyn behind me." Morgana told.

"Give me my soul!" the big genie appeared in front of her.

"You are not taking her." Morgana told. "She is under my protection." And she send a blast at the genie, who laughed greately in return. "That wont harm me now." And he send Morgana flying across the room.

Groaning Morgana raised herself up. "No, Gosalyn!" she yelled. "Mr. Mallard!" she called out. "Drake!"

"Dad!" Gosalyn yelled as she stood alone and defenceless in front of the genie who was licking his lips.

"Your mine." Jabbador smirked.

"Not so fast!" a puff of purple smoke appeared in the living room. "I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the pest control of st' Canard."

"I don't believe it." Morgana managed to say.

"I, am Darkwing Duck!" and the smoke disappeared to reveal the masked duck, pointing his gas gun at the genie. "It's time to get really dangerous."