A Rewritten Family History

So the plan was initially to continue my Daisy arch this chapter with Donald talking to the kids however content by the tumblr user lettheladylead especially her Dickie in Duckburg comic made me think...if I went to all this trouble bringing in this girl from the 'multi verse' I best use her...also yes the Abner that Penny mentions is totally alluding to Abner "Whitewater" Duck AkA Feathry's brother... will more come of it... unless there is a demand for a Penny/Dickie/Abner love triangle by readers probably not...though I suppose I'll imply he is at Della & Gyro's wedding down the line because family...

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It was just after midnight as Dickie arrived back at the manor or more specifically the guest house as she quickly took Launchpad up on the offer to take up residency on his couch. Sure, she had been enjoying getting to know her 'family' and all their vastly different dynamics however at the same time it was kind of eerie being in the manor when it was subtly different from the one she was used to.

Tossing her jacket over a chair and plopping on the couch to remove her boots she began to think of how her roommate was away and the luxury of sleeping in his bed as she did whenever he went into "sidekick mode" in when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"I guess there wasn't enough Dangerous to get," Dickie said to herself as she stood up crossing the room to the door. It was so Launchpad to forget his keys and….

Opening the door however Dickie faced a purple alien who towered over her by almost a foot, dressed in a pair of drawstring sweatpants and a white tee shirt that was clingy on her buff physique.

"I saw that the light was on and I figured Hero-ing was a bust for Launchpad or that Cinderella made it back from the ball."

Dickie couldn't help but flush at the moonlander's comment. She was far from some princess though she supposed that Penumbra had been immersing herself in popular culture and the fact that the time was midnight adjacent.

Waving her in, Dickie closed the door a coy smile still plastered upon her face as she thought about the first time she laid eyes on her newfound friend.

Seven Weeks Ago….

"How about this one?" Della asked holding up a yellow t-shirt from the pile that had been made haphazardly on her bed.

Looking at the words LESTER'S POSSUM PARK emblazoned in a faded font, she couldn't help but tilt her head to the side.

"Possum Park? Sounds intriguing."

Della couldn't help but laugh.

"It was a roadside attraction, a glorified tourist trap really but it did have it's charm."

There was a slight pause.

"You know, I was wearing that the first time I reunited with Gyro after coming home."

"Well then I can't have it, it has sentimental value," Dickie replied as she picked up a plain brown sweater and began to hold it against her body. Sure beggars couldn't be choosers in the moment but she figured she could pull it off. She'd begun to rifle through the rest of the clothes on the bed when another voice filled the air.

"Della! Beakley said you were back. I saw what was happening in St. Canard on the news and I was worried."

Turning around to see who this newcomer was, Dickie was thrown for a loop as what she'd seen wasn't at all what she had expected as in front of her stood a rather buff purple alien who towered over the two ducks or she assumed would as they'd been seated in the moment . A mixed bag of both curiosity with a hint of attraction soon washed over her.

"Who's this?"

"This is Dickie, she is…"

"Mrs. McDuck's estranged Daughter," Dickie replied thinking to herself that it was so weird having her grandparents married as she held out her hand Holding out her hand.

"Actually Pen, she's Uncle Scrooge and Aunt Goldie's granddaughter from an alternate dimension...long story...once we all freshen up I'm sure there will be a family meeting to at least fill Donald and Lena in."

"Lena?" Dickie asked.

"Donald's foster daughter, anyway have you settled on the sweater?"

Dickie began to nod about to pick up the sweater when a purple hand latched onto her wrist.

"I may be new to the concepts of earth fashion but I think you should try the red one."

Following her eyes to where this 'Pen's' finger soon pointed, Dickie smiled as she spotted a red tank top which definitely would be more comfortable in the summer climate.

"Thanks," she replied hoping to herself that her cheeks weren't flushing the same color as the garment now in her hand.

"Don't mention it, us outsiders need to stick together."

Outsider, she thought to herself thinking that juggling life in an alternate reality and life on a new planet probably did have lots of overlap and it would be nice to have a confidant while she navigated her present situation who wouldn't be prone to asking her what life was like back home.

"So, I take it you had fun at the future Mr. Della's party?"

Future Mr. Della, she thought, wondering if Gyro had heard that moniker yet and wondered what he would think of being called that as she simply smiled.

"It was a fun time, you really should have been there. Gyro ambushed Donald by signing him up for open mic night and then used the whole 'it's my birthday' card to coax him on stage."

"Donald sings?" Penumbra said with a raised brow.

"You mean you've been here almost two months longer than I have and you haven't heard about the Three Caballeros?"

The moonlander's broad shoulders raised into a shrug as Dickie simply shook her head making a mental note to play something for her friend in the near future.

"Anyway, after Donald gets off the stage he was met with an actual fan outside of our little group, and let me say she was stunning. So, anyway, what adventure did my baby sister rope you into?"

"Small Della technically isn't your sister."

"Well she's not technically a small Della being that she's not biologically related to her either." She challenged as a slight pause filled the air before Penumbra exclaimed with a wash of glee in her voice..

"Ax Throwing!"

"Ax Throwing?" Dickie repeated in a questioning tone.

"Who knew an earth activity would be so….so….so invigorating!"

Dickie couldn't help but smile at how enthusiastic her friend was about the evening's activities.

"We should go together sometime," Penumbra suggested, causing Dickie to flush wondering if this was her friend's way of casually asking her out, however soon the moonlander continued to speak. "Abner, the proprietor of the establishment was explicit that despite being an on point marks woman that small Del-Webby couldn't come back until she was sixteen. Anyway, you'd really like him, tall, ruggedly handsome, a great sense of humor, a perfect specimen as far as earth males go, that is if you're into that sort of thing."

"Mhhh hmmm," Dickie muttered as she nodded her head thinking that while she was in fact attracted to males and females alike it was hard to think of pursuing any relationship due to her not even knowing when or if she'd be going back to her own timeline.

A sudden wave of silence washed over the room before Dickie observed the way that Penumbra's mouth curled into a smile.

"By the way, I meant to tell you earlier, you look really cute today freckles."

"Freckles?" Dickie said with a slight flush as this was definitely a new moniker for her from her friend or otherwise.

"When you flush like that, your freckles just… I don't know...pop!"

"I've never noticed before," Dickie spoke as she tried to check out her reflection in the screen of the powered down television in the living room.

"That's because you probably aren't looking in a mirror when you're blushing but you can trust me."

Dickie nodded her head.

"And speaking of outfits, it's a shame that you couldn't dress up in what you planned to wear tonight to the bar, I'm sure you would have killed it in that black and silver jumpsuit."

"Killed it?" Penumbra said with a confused tilt of her head.

"It's an expression, anyway aside from going ax throwing we should totally have a girls night on the town sometime soon."

"Perhaps we could throw Della a bachelorette bash, I mean that's what bridesmaids do right at least in the movies."

This was the first time that the thought of Della and Gyro's wedding even crept into her mind. Back in her world, she and her Gyro would joke about marriage all the time. The way she was finicky about her prospects and the way he was hyper fixated with the work he did for Von Drake among other personal pet projects. It even got to a point that one night after she'd been through a bad break up the two of them joked that if they were both still single by the time she was thirty they would tie the knot with one another.

"If I'm still here by spring I'd be honored to help party plan."

"Anyway, I should go….let you get your beauty sleep, not that you need it."

She couldn't help but notice the slight wink Penumbra flashed her as she made her way toward the door. Why couldn't she bring herself to grab the moonlander's arm, tell her to stay the night, why did things have to be so complicated.