This chapter is another one of my favorites. Once again, alot of this chapter wouldnt have happened without my best friend and co-author, MistyLilyValley, helping me!


Chapter 4:

Chase didn't come back until an hour before she needed to go to work. She trudged into the apartment, having hidden her costume in her new hideout, and collapsed face first on the couch. Thirty minutes later, she was being shaken. Groggily, she opened her eyes to see Amelia looking down at her.

"I thought I told you not to exhaust yourself." She said.

"I couldn't help it." Chase murmured. "I found a new hideout location when I took the kids to the game and-" a yawn interrupted her. "I wanted to get done before anything else happened."

"That doesn't mean you should jeopardize your health."

"What time is it?" Chase asked, yawning again. "Skye is supposed to be starting her first day of school."

"She can ride the bus with Jordan." Amelia said, crossing her arms. "You, meanwhile, are calling into work and staying here to rest. There's no way you can safely drive your car to work."

"Who says ... I ... can't?" Chase snapped tiredly, heading her phone ring, which Amelia swiped away before she could answer.

"No 'buts', doctor's orders!" Amelia said.

"You're a doctor, now?"

Amelia threw the phone back onto Chase's cushion. "Don't start." She said, looking towards the kids as the two looks at her with concern as they both shouldered their packs.

"You didn't come home last night, Chase," Skye said, looking at her aunt with concern.

"Sorry, lass." Chase said.

"You didn't tell me that that special report would keep you out all night." Amelia said.

"I was really worried about you, Chase." Skye said, looking at her aunt with big sad green eyes. Chase gestured for Skye to come over to her. When she was close enough, Chase pulled her into a hug.

"I'll try to cut off my special reports off at a more reasonable time." Chase said. "Now, you and Jordan better get going before you miss the bus."

"Please stay in bed today." Amelia requested. "The last thing we need is you collapsing on us."

"I'll do my best." Chase said. Amelia smiled and led the kids out the door, locking it behind her. Chase changed into a T-shirt and pajama bottoms and laid down in her bed, pulling the blankets over her head. Before she nodded off, she called the paper she worked at, letting them know she wasn't going to be in that day. Once that was done, she nodded off.

Meanwhile, at the elementary, Jordan was showing Skye around the school. Once he had done that, he led her out onto the playground, where they started chasing each other around.

The day went by uneventfully, with Skye constantly worrying about Chase at home. As her teacher droned on to her class about a subject she already knew, she decided to read a book. As she read, she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see a girl possibly a year older then her with fiery orange-red hair in pigtails grinning at her.

"So where did you move from?" She asked.

"Duckburg." Skye answered. "What's your name?"

"I'm Gosalyn Mallard." The girl replied. "What about you?"

"I'm Skye Marblebeak." Skye put her book down and took out a plain sheet of paper, which she immediately began drawing on.

"What are you making?" Gosalyn asked.

"It's a get well card for my aunt." Skye answered. "She came home really late last night working on a special story so she was pretty exhausted when I left."

"What does she do?"

"She's a journalist for the St. Canard Chronicle."

"My dad likes that paper. He says the journalist who writes a lot of the stories is a writing genius. I think her name was Chase Canvasback."

"That's my aunt!" Skye exclaimed softly.

"Keen gear! Wait till Dad hears I met the niece of his favorite newspaper journalist."

"Are you two girls done with the chatter?" The two girls looked up as their teacher tapped her foot impatiently. "Ms. Marblebeak, since this is your first day, I'll overlook this, but you, Ms. Mallard, I expect you to know better. Save the conversations for lunch and recess, if you please."

Skye straightened and paid closer attention while Gosalyn rolled her eyes, the older girl leaving back in her seat.

Back at the apartment, Chase's blue eyes slowly opened. Groggily she looked around the room. It was empty which told Chase that either Skye wasn't back yet or she was in another room. A look at her alarm clock told her it was the former.

She slowly sat up, her stomach growling, alerting her to its hunger. Chase got up and slowly trudged into the kitchen, making herself a sandwich and a glass of water. As she stood at the counter munching, the front door opened and Jordan and Skye came running in. Mouth full, Chase could only wave to the kids. Skye smiled as she caught sight of her aunt, throwing her backpack and running to hug her.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Chase smiled. "After a little more rest, I'll be brilliant." She went to the couch and sat down, Skye sitting next to her. "So, did you make a have a good first day?"

"Yeah, it was actually ... pretty fun."

"She made a new friend today, too," Jordan said as he poured himself and Skye a small bowl of salt chips for a snack.

"Her name is Gosalyn Mallard." Skye said. "Her Dad is a big fan of your journalist stories."

"Good to know someone in St. Canard does." Chase said, yawning and laying back against the cushions. Skye handed Chase the card she made earlier, which Chase read, smiling.

"I was wanting to ask you something." Skye said. Chase's eyes closed, but she gestured for her niece to continue. "I wanted to see if maybe Gosalyn could come over sometime and hang out."

"We'll have to-" A yawn interrupted Chase as she began drifting off. "Ask Amelia. This is her home after all."

Skye nodded and started telling Chase about the rest of her day, never noticing that her aunt had slipped into dreamland again. When she noticed her aunt had remained silent, Skye looked and saw that she was fast asleep, the get well card laying on her chest.

Skye smiled and laid down on Chase's lap, the older unconsciously reaching a hand to wrap around the younger. Skye soon drifted off to sleep, comforted by her aunt's warm embrace. When Jordan came into the living room and saw the scene, he smiled, snapping a quick picture with his phone, before he went off to his room to do his homework.

Later that evening, Chase awoke to pitch blackness. Skye was gone from her lap, more then likely in bed if the time on the clock was a good indicator. Chase sat up and stretched, looking at the wrist watch on her left arm. The watch was programmed to alert her to any crimes, and right now, there was one at the bank. Jumping up and shaking off any remaining tiredness, she changed into her Twilight Drake outfit and jumped out the window onto the fire escape, where she slid down the railing into the streets. Pushing another button on her watch, her motorcycle soon drove up beside her.

She climbed on and programmed in the coordinates, her bike immediately taking her there. When she arrived, Twilight wasn't surprised to see another cycle, one that no doubt belonged to Darkwing Duck, already parked outside. Parking her own, Twilight ran inside just as Darkwing was thrown from the open vault. His sidekick, Launchpad, soon followed. Megavolt climbed out right behind them.

"I'm certainly getting a charge out of this!" He exclaimed.

Twilight threw a bunch of marble sized orbs, sparks and smoke erupting from them. "Your end is nigh at the time I arrive. Behold, it is I ... Twilight Drake!"


Finally, Darkwing Duck and Twilight Drake meet! I couldnt figure out for the longest time how to pull this off, especially since i hadnt come up with any catchphrases for Twilight yet. Then my amazing co-author came up with some of the best ones which one of them is used right here. I chose Megavolt because he's one of the funniest villains in the show since he habitually breaks the fourth wall. I really hope you all enjoyed it!