A Rewritten Family History
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. That finale was one hell of a ride huh? I had assumed the whole May and June being clones from Webby angle from preview screenshots but I did NOT see the Webby being Scrooge's test tube baby happening which makes the fact that I have her be his daughter via adoption in this little corner of the world much more interesting. That said, I know there is discourse about shipping Webby with one of the Triplets now because they are canon cousins and insest is bad which makes me worry about what people think of Weblena in this verse. I'm hoping the fact that they are Scrooge and Donald's respective daughters via adoption vs being biological relations will help to fan the flames. Finale Talk Aside am I being basic having Donald sing Wonderwall in this chapter more then likely yes...yes I am...but in my defense I also use lyrics from Here My Voice (cabs song in 3x5) as well as a different flashback format and a fun easter egg in regards to an incident that occurred on a certain EPCOT attraction back in January
Daisy Duck was on the precipice of greatness. Well, at least that's what she told her reflection every morning as she left her apartment to head toward her job as Emma Glamor's personal assistant. She knew if she paid her dues getting coffee and calling up vendors to set up the latest photoshoots one day her designs would be featured. It had been five years and she still hadn't had such luck. Perhaps if she had stuck with her narcissistic ex boyfriend she would be having her designs grace the runways instead of having to deal with her boss go full on diva because the jacket she had planned to feature on next month's cover was Bubble Gum Pink and not Cherry Blossom Pink which was the current color trend. Running her hand down her side as she slipped her hand into her pocket the fashionista couldn't help but sigh. At least she got complementary couture for her troubles especially for having to come in on a Saturday.
Entering the bar she was ready to unwind with a glass of rośe when a distinctive tone filled her ears.
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you….
Letting out a sigh she thought her drink could wait as she took a step towards the stage. No, it couldn't be could it?
November 2002:
Daisy couldn't believe her first semester of college was coming to a close. Okay, sure she had just been taking the basic general education courses required by everyone in attendance so it was nothing too exciting but soon...soon she'll be taking courses in design and marketing putting herself well on her way to being the designer she dreamed of being since as long as she could remember.
Entering the small coffeehouse on the edge of campus she figured she would savor the dwindling days of pumpkin spice season while going over her flashcards for finals when she noticed a house band setting up in the corner.
A few moments later they began to hit the stage.
We're three caballeros, three gay caballeros, they say we are birds of a feather
We're happy amigos, no matter where he goes, the one two and three goes, we're always together….
By the time they were at the second verse rolled around she couldn't help but tap her foot along. There was just something so exotic about the dapperly dressed parrot's accent and there was just such a unique grit to the duck in blues squawk that made her melt.
There was a small amount of applause as the set ended, hers included in the crowd.
For the rest of her first year of college and throughout her second she would make it a habit of planning her study groups at the cafe around when she saw postings that the band was playing and she might have sketched costume ideas for the band on the back of her napkins countless times. She refused however to call herself a groupie, lumping herself in with the girls she went to high school who practically flung themselves at the stage towards the latest boy band.
October 2004:
"Daise you're such an introvert," her friend Clarabelle said, shaking her head as they exited a lecture hall.
"I just don't see standing around a room praying I don't ruin my dress with vomit while my ears bleed at the horrifically loud EDM music as fun."
"But studying at the coffeehouse and mooning over that musician is?"
Daisy didn't want to dignify the comment with a response however she didn't have to as Clarabelle continued.
"You know Clara Cluck lives in my dorm and is in a relationship with Panchito, I could go corner her in the common room and casually ask her if dream man is single."
"Don't call him that."
"Seriously Daise, you're such a strong independent woman and yet."
"Everytime I go and try to introduce myself to him I freeze up."
Her friend nodded.
"Well not today… today I'm marching right up to the stage and am going to do it."
"Atta girl."
Hear my voice
As I'm calling out for you
Hear my voice
There are things I wish you knew….
This was new, he'd never been front and center singing a solo before and as he crooned, Daisy couldn't help but feel the way his eyes met hers as if he was singing just for her.
The sound of her cell soon broke her from her spell wondering if Clarabelle was in too deep at the frat party however instead the name DAWN flashed across the screen.
For even if my heart is strange
And hard to understand
I'll give all that I have for you
I'll help you take a stand
Stepping out of the room just as he once again sang "so hear my voice" Daisy answered her sister's call.
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my Wonderwall
The song ended as Daisy clasped her hands in applause, biting her bill slightly as aside from herself and a small cluster of figures standing off toward the other side of the stage everyone else was flashing sour or confused expressions on their faces. Clearly they had no taste she thought as house music came on and she could hear a mutter of…. "Oh Phooey" coming from the Duck on stage.
"You were amazing, better then I remember from Perkatory."
She watched as his eyes met hers at the comment as he flashed her a questioning gaze.
"Perkatory? You went to Spoonerville State?"
Daisy simply shrugged her shoulders back and nodded.
"I practically lived at the shop, the Three Caballeros were the perfect background soundtrack for studying and sketching."
"You're an artist?"
"design major, though right now I'm just an assistant at a fashion magazine."
There was a slight moment of silence as Donald soon spoke again.
"Did my sister put you up to this?"
"I wasn't aware you had a sister, I just came here to unwind after a bad day and hearing your voice, seeing you it just brought back lots of nostalgia."
"Nostalgia?"
Another pause…
"You're the groupie Zé started dating after the band broke up right."
Daisy simply nodded her head a wash of guilt falling over her.
November 2004:
Daisy had been away for a few weeks spending time with her family after her mother's accident. Thankfully it wasn't fatal and she was recouping quite nicely however she missed the campus and most of all she missed seeing Donald's smile.
As she entered the cafe however instead of being met with the usual trio José and Panchito were there but in Donald's place was a potted plant wearing a sombrero.
They sang their set as a duo...they were good but they didn't have that same pop they did when Donald had been present.
As the set ended, Daisy made her way toward the stage, José's eyes instantly meeting hers.
"Señorita, I've seen you in the crowd before and I've been wondering when you'd grace us with an introduction. I'm José Carioca but I'm sure you know that."
She nodded holding out her hand.
"Daisy Duck."
"Duck! Any relation to our Donal?"
She shook her head.
"Common last name, but speaking of where is he? Is he sick?"
She watched the parrot shake his head.
"I'm sorry to say, he's gone. After his attempt at a solo failed he told us we were better off as a duo and joined the navy."
"A bit extreme don't you think?"
"He said he had no future in music and that the Navy would be a more practical fit, besides he loves the sea."
Daisy nodded her head with a saddened expression on her face.
"I don't like to see a señora cry, especially one as bonita as you."
Daisy watched as José pulled a pen from his jacket pocket rolling her eyes. He wasn't going to be so conceited as to hand her an autograph was he?
"Here is my number, let me take you out to dinner sometime."
She didn't know if that was a more conceited move than an autograph however in the moment she just went with it.
"I've never liked the term groupie, I was just a fellow co-ed who coincidentally happened to like his music."
"HIS music is that what he told you?"
Daisy swore she could see steam beginning to puff out of Donald's ears causing her to place a hand on his shoulder.
"It was a team effort, though your lyrics were like poetry, they are part of the reason I was…."
No, she couldn't tell him she had a crush on him that would be a pathetic move and besides a trio of Ducks was approaching and one of the two females just had to be his girlfriend or wife right?
"You were holding out on me weren't you brother? you ARE seeing someone, damaged goods ha."
"Who knew getting you back up on that stage would lead to more than my personal enjoyment? Not me and I'm a genius!"
As the two white haired ducks looked at Donald the third, a beautiful blonde turned her attention to Daisy.
"Don't mind those two, I'm Dickie, Donald's cousin and you are?"
"Daisy."
"Daisy," Donald's voice repeated causing a chill to run down her spine as she always wondered how her name would sound in his voice as she watched him turn toward the duo.
"This is my twin sister Della and her fiancé Doctor Gyro Gearloose."
"So," Della said, "how long have you been with my brother?"
"We went to college together but we are actually meeting for the first time tonight actually."
"We'll leave you to it than," Della spoke giving her brother a look as if to say 'don't mess this up'
Watching the trio leave as quickly as they arrived she watched as Donald gave her an apologetic look.
"Sorry for that."
"It's okay, whenever I'm with a new guy my sister Dawn always wants to know everything and anything about them too…not that I'm normally with new guys...I'm single at present actually….why did I just say that."
She could see Donald's face light up.
"I'm single too, though I do come with children just in case that's a deal breaker."
That was definitely not something Daisy had been expecting him to say.
"Divorced?"
She watched him shake his head.
"Well then I'm sorry for your loss."
"I'm not a widower either. My son Dewey is technically one of Della and Gyro's kids but some things happened just before he was about to hatch leading me to adopt him."
Daisy nodded in understanding.
"And your others, you did say children plural."
He nodded once more.
"Lena, she's a friend of my cousin Webigail who was living in a toxic environment and so I've been fostering her."
There was another moment of silence.
"Children aren't a deal breaker in the slightest, I love kids."
"Technically they are tweens"
"I'm good with tweens, I have three tweenage nieces in New Stork who are my world...anyway perhaps the universe wanted us to meet like this?"
"I don't know anything about the universe but do you like the water? I'd love to take you out on my boat sometime."
"You have a boat!"
"I mean it's not a yacht, it's just a charter vessel, that's what I do, I sail fishing charters and sunset cruises along the Audubon Bay."
"I'd love to go sailing with you...it's a date."
As they exchanged numbers, Daisy began to wonder what does someone wear when going sailing with their unrequited college crush?