REWRITE THE STARS

Those first two episodes of the season have given me all the feels and are just trying to coax my muse into trying to shoehorn some extra Huey/Violet interaction into a later scene….This is yet another kind of fillery chapter and according to my outline there should be maybe 4 or so more chapters after this with my completion goal being to finish before the next hiatus and then possibly embark on another Ducktales multi chapter piece if the muse strikes. As I work a highly stressful front-line job, I have said my sanity right now is being strung up by Ducktales, canned cold foam and the ability for now to release endorphins by running around the block….

Anyway, enjoy the update…. I don't own anything but a small piece of Disney stock and a few character pics

Stay safe


Della woke up scrunching her shoulders making a mental note that her brother's couch wasn't the best bed when suddenly the smell of coffee filled the air.

"You didn't have to make me…" Della said as she turned her body around from the couch to face the kitchenette noticing that it was not in fact her brother cooking breakfast but instead it was Fenton.

Her face began to flush pink as Fenton looked up toward her.

"Ma'ma worked the night shift," Fenton said, "so I thought I'd clear the house to let her rest up for tonight and so I left my dinner jacket at the lab then came here to make you breakfast as you have a long day of maid of honor duty ahead of you and you need sustenance."

Her lips curled into a smile wondering just what she did to deserve a friend like Fenton in her life...a friend who would show up at her brother's house to surprise her by making breakfast.

Letting the scents coming from the kitchenette linger in the air she continued to take in her friend who for the early hour was already well put together meanwhile she…

Reattaching her prosthetic and grabbing her headband which had been discarded on the coffee table, Della soon got up off the couch still a bit self-conscious about the sweats she'd been wearing.

"Promise me you won't judge me for looking like I took a one-way trip on the hot mess express," Della spoke as she reached the counter grabbing a mug of coffee and savoring a sip.

Fenton watched as she drank and began to process her words. She didn't look like a mess at all she looked natural and comfortable and...

"You look beautiful," he said before realizing what he was saying wondering how she'd take in those words...a friendly compliment? A shameless flirtation?

Letting her cheeks flush a bit she looked down at her mug wondering if Fenton realized he didn't need to put on the mask of doting boyfriend when it was just the two of them.

Grabbing a piece of bacon, a voice soon broke apart her thoughts.

"So anyway, how did yesterday go with Launchpad…. did any feelings resurface or is it safe to say that you've moved on?"

Please tell me you moved on Fenton thought to himself selfishly as he watched Della push another piece of bacon into her mouth.

"I think we may have kissed if Donald didn't call me." she admitted as Fenton's heart unbeknown to her shattered.

-xx-

Launchpad was still processing the night before. They almost kissed and what's more the way that Webby and Lena had seemed surprised that Fenton and Della had been dating meant that whatever it was that they had going on was a rather recent development….or not a development at all.

Shaking the thought out of his mind that someone as beautiful and brave as Della Duck would still be single after all these years, he heard a knock on the connecting door of his hotel room.

Gosslyn stood on the other side, partly ready for the rehearsal with a university hoodie draped over her dress and slippers on her feet instead of her heels.

"So, I was out late with Dewy last night," she spoke thinking about how her boyfriend apparently knew a guy allowing them to hang out at the local arcade after hours. Sucking in a deep breath she looked at Launchpad with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "And I just don't know how much longer I can pull this off. I know I was the one who said I was your girlfriend, but I just want to hold Dewey's hand and dance with him at the reception…"

"I didn't," Launchpad spoke with a shake of his head, "I wanted to but...I just...I don't know."

There was a brief silence.

"We almost kissed Goss and if that happened, I'm sure the truth would have come out then or things would have got more complicated."

Gosslyn nodded.

"I'm sure knowing you it would have been the later."

Launchpad nodded as complication seemed to be the way when it came to him and Della and he long ago learnt to except that.

"So, LP what are you going to do? Just go about the weekend like you don't still have lingering feelings for her or are you going to man up and say DELLA DUCK I HAVENT STOPPED LOVING YOU FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS!"

"Can I think about it?"

Gosslyn laughed.

"You and thinking a dangerous combination but yes, think about it….though at the reception when I drag Dewy on the dancefloor and steal a kiss you better be ready to speak now or forever hold your piece."

Launchpad nodded at the young woman knowing that she meant business

XX

Arriving from the main manor back to his boat Donald was in a fit of rage causing Della and Fenton who were sitting at the counter talking and laughing over breakfast to turn toward him.

"I think I'm going to head to the lab...see you later," Fenton soon said giving Della a brief peck on her cheek before turning toward Donald.

"Thanks again for letting me in this morning Donald, we left some breakfast on the stove for you."

Donald nodded thanking Fenton for that before watching the other duck leave, turning back toward his sister.

"Storkules isn't coming Della," Donald said in a tone that was a mix of rage and defeat.

"What...why?" Della spoke in shock as she knew that Storkules had adored Donald and wouldn't be one to abandon him in a time of need unless….

"Zeus," they both spoke in unison

Donald nodded.

"What am I going to do Del? I mean Daisy will be upset if there is nobody there to stand by me and to be paired up with you during all the photos."

There was a moment of silence as Della pursed her bill pensive reflection.

"What about cousin Gladstone?" she said with a shrug of her shoulders, "I mean he totally hooked me up with a contact about chartering a casino cruise for Daisy's bachelorette party so having him be your best man could be a thank you for that?"

Donald thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Cousin Feathry thinks he's my favorite," Donald said, "Which between you and me he is but that's not the point...I just don't want to hurt anyone's feelings and cause any family rifts."

Della nodded her head thinking that was a fair thought and for a brief moment wondered if she should suggest Fenton after all he was for all intents and purposes her boyfriend and she was the maid of honor however before she could open her mouth she saw Donald's eyes light up as if he had the most brilliant idea on the planet.

"What about Launchpad, Della? He's practically family and everybody adores him."

Della paused for a moment thinking that Launchpad being the best man could be complicated however when wasn't it complicated when it came to her relationship with him. Pursing her bill again in thought she finally nodded her head.

"I think Launchpad would be the perfect 'Second' Best Man," Della said giving her brother a hug.

TBC