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*NOTE: This chapter is very intense and mentions self harm. Readers discretion is advised*

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"You saw what?" Scrooge asked.

"Cuts. Very faint cuts on Master Llewellyn's arms when I was tending to him." Duckworth replied grimly.

Scrooge frowned. "I'm sure there was a reason behind them. Maybe a fall? Maybe a mishap on a past adventure?"

"Maybe. But from the looks of it, they seemed… well deliberate." Duckworth said, choosing his words carefully.

"You don't mean…" Scrooge said, his voice wavering in a mix of shock and horror.

Duckworth gave him a pained expression. "I think he's had a past of self harm."

Scrooge lightly gasped. "You're telling me the boy cut himself?"

"Don't forget, Master Scrooge," his butler said gently. "He was most devastated by his mother in the past, especially in his teenage years."

Scrooge sighed. "Should I talk to him?"

"That," Duckworth said sadly. "Is up to you to decide. He may not like to be reminded of his past, but it definitely should be something he needs to talk about."

Scrooge sighed. "I'll look into it. Thank you, Duckworth."

The butler gave him a nod and disappeared. Scrooge sighed, rubbing his temples in distress. Did his nephew really resort to self harm as a way to ease his pain? No… he couldn't have. Then again, Louie almost always wore hoodies, and rarely went sleeveless.

Scrooge dialed Louie.

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Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Louie barely heard his phone ring as Lena kept whacking a pipeline with her sledgehammer.

"Are you almost done with that pipe?" Louie asked Lena.

Lena wiped the sweat off of her forehead and held her wrench in triumph. "Just about."

They high-fived and worked on dismantling the other pipelines that connected to their school.

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"Hey, it's Louie. You know what to do."

Scrooge sighed and set his phone down.

Scrooge tried not to feel too disheartened. Instead, he went to the triplets bedroom.

"Louie?" Scrooge asked, knocking the door.

There was no response, so Scrooge opened the door. There was nobody inside. He frowned and walked to Webby's room. Just as he was about to knock, someone spoke behind him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Duckworth said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Scrooge frowned. "Why not?"

"She and Master Dewford are… having a moment."

Duckworth smirked when Scrooge turned beet red. Why was it always him who walked in on anyone doing something intimate? Just then, Huey came upstairs, followed by Violet.

"Hi, Mr. McDuck." Violet greeted, trying not to think about their last encounter.

"Hello, Violet. Huey." Scrooge nodded.

"Hey Uncle Scrooge. What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing, lad. I was looking for Louie. Do you know where he is?" Scrooge asked.

"He's off somewhere with Lena."

Scrooge nodded. "Alright. Thanks, lad."

Huey smiled before heading to his room and Scrooge sighed. He dialed Louie again, but again, it went to voicemail.

"Louie, it's me. We need to talk. Come to my office when you get home." Scrooge said, before walking back to his office.

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Dewey was patiently teaching Webby how to play golf in the indoor mini golf course she had set up in her room.

Dewey was gently holding her from behind. Webby tried not to focus on his cool breath tickling her ear.

"So… filter out all distractions," Dewey started softly, repeating the words Scrooge said during his first time.

Hard to do when the only distraction is holding me. Webby snorted.

"Hips back, shoulders down…" he continued, keeping his voice low.

"L-like this?" Webby asked, nervous that she was doing it wrong.

Dewey smiled. "You're doing great. Now, a gentle controlled swing."

She did what he asked, and sure enough, the ball went into the hole.

"I did it!" she cheered.

"You sure did!" Dewey grinned, high fiving her. "Now, next time just relax. Your shoulders tensed up right before you hit the ball."

Dewey held her again, and Webby blushed.

"Maybe you should help me relax."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How?"

"Like this."

She threw her club aside, and pushed him onto her bed. Webby straddled him, careful to avoid his injured leg. Dewey was obviously caught off guard, but immediately understood what she wanted.

Their hips were pressed tight and his mouth just barely touching hers. His breath fanned over her lips as she slid a hand behind his neck. Webby closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt them grinding closely. She felt his heat pressing into her.

He eagerly flipped them and pressed her against the mattress, pressing his lips against hers, his hand wandering over her side, down over her hip and thigh, around to her bottom, over the small of her back. He was smirking against her lips, and she knew he could tell just exactly how much he wanted her by the impressive bulge pressing into her belly.

"Do you want to stop? Your leg and all…" Webby said, concerned that she might hurt him.

"No," he said honestly.

"Dewey…"

"Webby, I want you." he replied.

Webby blushed, but put her hands on his shoulders and sank down, her palms sliding along his body on the way. He groaned, then blinked as he looked down at her eyes staring back up at him from his midsection. Webby slid her hand in between them, brushing against him and enjoying his sharp intake of air.

She flipped them over so he didn't have to overexert his leg. Webby sat up and slid her shirt off, leaving her in a black bra. Dewey bit his lip when she threw it aside, shooting him a seductive gaze.

That did it for him.

He grabbed her and kissed every bit of bare skin that was exposed. He impatiently unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Webby tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it was ironlike. He began kissing her neck, making her moan out loud.

Just as he was about to slide her leggings off, there was a knock on the door.

"Webbs? Dinner's ready!" Huey called.

Dewey growled in frustration and looked at Webby, his expression apologetic.

"It's okay," she said, grabbing his arm gently.

"It's really not," he said grumpily. She frowned too and tugged him in for another kiss. She felt his irritation start to fade the longer they drew out the liplock.

"Let's go." Webby said.

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It was late when Louie came home.

"Hey, Uncle Scrooge," Louie greeted. "What's up?"

Scrooge tried not to look too distressed.

"Close the door." he said.

Louie frowned. Scrooge never asked him to close the door unless he was in trouble. Louie shut the door behind him, his mind racing. Did Scrooge find out about the Quacker incident...? No. He couldn't have. Violet knew how to cover her tracks. Besides, his great uncle looked more worried than angry. Louie sat down.

Scrooge cleared his throat. "Is there anything you want to... tell me, lad?"

Louie frowned. "I didn't break anything. Not this time."

"Take off your hoodie, Louie."

Louie knit his eyebrows together in confusion. "Why?"

"Just do it!" Scrooge snapped in a pained voice.

Louie's eyes widened in realization, and he chuckled darkly. "You know, don't you? You and Duckworth? He's the only one who saw my arms."

Scrooge's eyes started tearing up and he slowly nodded. "Why, Louie?" he asked softly.

Louie looked down and he rolled up his sleeves. They weren't too visible, but if you squinted hard enough, you could see many faint scratches on Louie's arm.

'I don't know," Louie finally replied.

"Louie, there's a reason you chose to hurt yourself." Scrooge said, trying to keep his voice from wavering.

"Mom left us." Louie said softly. "She just took off on that rocket ship and disappeared. She had this… ridiculous notion that she needed to be the greatest adventurer."

"That was her dream, Louie." Scrooge reasoned.

Louie scowled. "I know it was her fucking dream, but it was selfish and stupid of her! She had three boys on the way and… and maybe if she was here I wouldn't have even thought about self harm!"

"Louie—"

"Maybe I wouldn't have had these trust and abandonment issues. I know she needs adventure, but didn't she know how much we needed her?" Louie demanded. "How could she just leave us?!"

Scrooge stood up, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Louie started tearing up, and sniffled.

"How could she just leave us?" Louie repeated. "I-I know I had you and Uncle Donald, but I feel so lost without her." he sobbed.

"I'm so sorry, Louie." Scrooge said gently.

He looked incredibly hurt and Scrooge hugged him. Louie buried his face in his uncle's chest and cried.

"I don't understand why she left, and I don't think I ever will, but I've come to terms with it! So even after that, why do I feel so hurt and angry all the time?!"

Scrooge spoke. "She loved you more than anything. You and your brothers were her entire world. She thought about you three everyday and every night when she went to sleep. And I know even today, she misses you so much, it aches."

Louie didn't say anything, but Scrooge felt him relax in his arms.

"Who else knows about this?" Scrooge asked.

"Just Lena." he said, wiping his eyes.

Scrooge sighed. "Get some sleep, lad. It's late, and you start school tomorrow

Louie nodded. "I will. T-thanks for listening to all that, Scrooge."

Scrooge gave him a warm smile. "You're welcome, Louie."

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

Groaning, Webby hit the off button on her alarm clock. Throwing her blankets off she stumbled into her bathroom where she took a shower. School started in an hour, and she wasn't prepared to go back. Afterwards she dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans with a purple v-neck shirt; she put her hair up in her ponytail. Webby went downstairs and found her grandmother cooking eggs and French toast.

"Morning." Webby greeted.

Webby noticed a lot of changes in the family. Huey and Violet were inseparable. Louie spent a lot of time with Lena, and Webby wasn't exactly sure what they were up to, though she knew it probably wasn't anything legal. Donald was being sneaky and stayed in his houseboat a lot more often than usual. Whenever she passed him, she could hear him clicking away at his keyboard or talking in hushed tones to someone, though she had a pretty good idea of who.

"Good morning, dear. Are you ready for school?" her grandmother asked.

Webby groaned at the mention of school. "Nope."

Just then, Dewey came lumbering in wearing nothing but grey sweats.

"Morning, Ms. B. Hey, babe." Dewey greeted, kissing her cheek.

"Shouldn't you get dressed?" Ms. Beakley asked

Dewey raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear? School's cancelled."

Webby's heart fluttered, and she felt a mix of concern and happiness.

"What happened?" Webby asked.

Dewey made himself a cup of coffee and sat down next to Webby. "There was some plumbing issue. The entire school is flooded."

Webby cheered and raced back upstairs to change into her pajamas, relieved that they had more time off, leaving Dewey and Ms. Beakley alone.

"Would you like some toast?" Ms. Beakley asked him.

"Actually… I was wondering if you could answer something. Something that's been bothering me. Don't mistaken me, it might come off as insensitive…" he faltered.

Ms. Beakley frowned. "What's on your mind, Dewey?"

Dewey sighed. "What happened to Webby's parents?"

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Anddddd I'll wrap it up here. Thank you guys so much for 57 reviews, I cannot believe this fic is almost at 60 for 13 chapters! I love you all!

—Jordan