A/N: *punches through mound of dirt she's buried under* HOLY DUCKS IN A BURG, GUYS, I GOT MY MCFREAKIN SCROOGE AND DONALD HUG, Y'ALL!

I meant to have this out a long time ago, I really did. I'm actually watching the May 8th episode (s2e09) as I write this! I honestly thought Rockerduck's sourdough line Frank Angones teased us with on Tumblr was referring to actual bread...

And freaking Gyro showing up! I've never laughed so hard over knowing a character would pop up at some point. In fact, any scene he appeared actually had me in tears laughing so hard!

Speaking of Gyro, the concept for this chapter has been popping back up in my mind recently. It's a chapter I've always had planned for this, even though the next chapter would seem more like something that's been planned for a while. I for sure wanted to get this one done before the next chapter, especially after the March 9th episode (s2e09) when it started forcing itself back into my mind.

Anyway, please enjoy! I'm sorry it's taken a while to get back to this one.

...I have no idea how to write Gyro. :,D I'm sorry.

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Scrooge McDuck was an extremely lucky man. Of course, when one considers the facts, they could almost say he was a brave man rather than a lucky one.

Of the many different people employed within the many companies of McDuck enterprises, it was known that some of the more crackpot ones worked within the Money Bin itself. Of these, none was more crackpot than one Gyro Gearloose, the resident inventor. A good half of his inventions were evil or otherwise didn't work, while some held a lot of potential if he could just get them to work.

Gyro and Manny had been in the underwater lab when the Shadow War began. They'd both nearly lost their lives getting to the surface, and they had gladly teamed up with Donald and company to save Scrooge from Magica, even if getting to the Money Bin and getting captured by the shadows had been a rather harrowing experience. How he managed to get through a second time and reconvene with everyone in the vault of the Money Bin, he couldn't quite remember, but he was sure it was an intriguing tale nonetheless.

(Gyro later thought it a good luck on his part that he'd had the Barksian Modulator on him when Donald was trying to give his speech, elsewise Magica might have never been defeated and Scrooge never save all so quickly.)

That's where Gyro liked to stop thinking back to it. Though it hadn't been too long ago, the Shadow War only now seemed like a distant nightmare. Sometimes, in the rare instance he dared self-deprecate, he thought back to when he had been captured by the shadows.

The burnt orange sky seemed more menacing the further up you went. He silently pleaded with the shadows to quite actually take him alive, and was surprised when he was brought to Magica herself. His eyes sank down to the coin she held in her hand, and seeing Scrooge's face, unable to call out, unable to do anything but watch, cemented the fact that this was real. It was happening.

"At last! One of Scrooge's beloved neph-" Magica's cold-hearted cackled stopped dead upon realizing that neither Donald nor one of the triplets was in front of her. She raised an eyeridge, confused and slightly irate. "Wait, who are you?!"

"I am Scrooge's number one scientist!" Gyro replied, as though he hadn't just been fearing for his life, as he fought against the shadows' hold. Magica turned to the dime.

"Blink once if this guy is a friend, twice if he's just a work acquaintence."

Scrooge's portrait blinked twice, and the shadows dropped him.

"Gyro?" The familiar Scottish voice snapped the inventor back to reality. He raised his head, not even realizing he had drifted to sleep. "Er... sorry, Gyro. I dinnae mean to wake ye."

"No, Mr. McDuck, it's perfectly all right," Gyro mumbled, suddenly taking note of the nearly empty pot of coffe he'd held in his hand. "What's up? Was there something you needed?"

"Well, yes and no," Scrooge said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Gyro, do ye remember back to the Shadow War, when Magica captured you?"

How could I forget? "It sounds familiar."

"When Magica had grabbed ye, she asked if ye were a work acquaintence or a friend. Ah... just wanted to apologize for calling ye the former."

So he doesn't think any more of me, or does he actually think less? Gyro shook the thought from his head. If he let this carry on, there's no telling what he would start saying-or rather doing. "It's perfectly fine Mr. McDuck."

"No, it's nae fine," Scrooge almost shouted. "Gyro, Ah do think of ye as a friend in most regards! It just happens to be that you are in my employ. Ah do care, Ah always have! And ye make some of the most intriguing gadgets Ah've ever seen! Even if a good portion of them turn out evil."

Gyro said nothing. His mind was a jumbled mess, and he couldn't think straight.

"Do ye understand what would have happened to ye had Ah said you were a friend?"

"Something bad?" Gyro asked softly.

"Very likely. Ah'm sorry, Gyro. Really."

There was a silence between the two of them. Gyro finally looked up at Scrooge.

"I know, Mr. McDuck. It's OK."