dalek117: Thank you! And don't worry, Louie's past the self harm. And don't worry, it won't affect their relationship too much.
caetlyn27: DON'T hurt yourself, kid!
Not Ponytails or Cottontails: Not planning on finishing it soon, don't worry! :)
riverajacobed1: Same here, but for now, I'll make it up. THe PoWeR oF FanFiCTioN, y'know? Webby and Dewey would seem like the smartest option, but for now, I can't 100% confirm it. Yeah, we're definitely going to see Della and Daisy and all those characters in future chapters, I just need to figure out a way to "incorporate" them so the story has the consistent flow it has had for the past 13 chapters. Sometimes stories get confusing when there isn't one main FOCUS, so readers are like, "WTF?" But this story has many plot lines, like high school, Huey and Violet's relationship, Dewey and Webby's lust, Louie and Lena's problems, Louie and Donald's mental health issues, Donald rekindling things with Daisy. But the idea of the story is what their life would be like if Della didn't come back for 18 years, when they're all matured adults, because when you're a kid who's 11, you learn how to adapt. But when you're older, there are a lot of challenges mentally, and we're focusing on each character by using those minor plotlines mentioned above, so it keeps the readers interested. And so far, 62 of you guys agree! :)
And I hope your friend is okay :(
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This is an emotional one guys, so grab the tissues
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Ms. Beakley's eyes widened, and she looked at Dewey, making sure she understood what he had asked.
"What?" she repeated, a hint of irritation to her voice.
Dewey took a deep breath. "What happened to Webby's parents, Ms. B? Please. I've known you guys for almost a decade. You're my family too… I think I deserve to know." he said bravely.
Ms. Beakley glared at him, but Dewey glared back. Finally, she folded.
"It's better to not know. Even Webby doesn't know what happened."
This caught him by surprise. "She doesn't?"
"No." Beakley replied grimly.
Dewey didn't back down, and Ms. Beakley knew that he wasn't going to leave her alone anytime soon. She sighed, rubbing her temples in distress. After a few moments, she spoke.
"I think you're right. It's high time this family knows where we come from. I'll organize a family meeting. Bring Lena and Violet, and get comfortable." she said solemnly.
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Scrooge frowned when the family meeting was called. He, Donald, the boys, Webby, Lena, and Violet all sat around the TV Room.
Scrooge eyed everyone: Webby was cuddled up against Dewey, who rubbed her back comfortingly. Huey and Violet held hands like an old married couple, and Louie and Lena were betting on which couple would kiss first. Donald was agitated, like what he had been doing before was much more important than a family meeting.
Scrooge frowned. Donald was being more secretive than usual. He'd interrogate him later, but first, the meeting:
"You're all probably wondering why I've gathered you here." Ms. Beakley started off solemnly. "I'm here to talk about… my daughter."
Dewey felt Webby tense up in his arms and he rubbed her back, gently kissing her forehead.
"It's okay, I'm here." Dewey whispered.
Webby gave him a shaky nod, gripping onto his hand. Dewey gently rubbed his thumb across the back of her hands, and she leaned on his shoulder.
"Their names were Henry and Rachel, and they were spies on opposite sides."
"You don't mean…" Scrooge asked in horror.
"Yes. Webby's father used to work for F.O.W.L." Ms. Beakley confirmed.
There was a collective gasp.
Ms. Beakley weakly smiled. "It's a beautiful, tragic love story."
Webby's heart fluttered at the word tragic. She knew her parents were dead, but she never knew how they died.
Until now.
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20 years ago…
"Do you really have to go?" 49 year old Bentina Beakley asked her daughter, Rachel.
Rachel smirked at her mother. "Mom, I'm 24. I think I can go on my first solo mission."
Rachel shared similar features with her mother, but wasn't nearly her size. Instead of being big and burly like Beakley, Rachel was lean and athletic. She had dark intimidating eyes just like her father who got killed on a mission many years ago. Her light blonde hair, like her mothers, was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore her black jumpsuit with all of her spy gear underneath a white hoodie, dark jeans, and white converse. She looked like any other young adult you would see on a hike or cruise.
"This is an important mission." Bentina told her.
"Mom," Rachel snorted, playfully throwing her arm around her mother's shoulders. "I'll be fine. You and I did missions all the time. I've learned from the best."
Bentina glared at her and Rachel stuck her tongue out. She sighed and hugged her.
"You know what to do?" Bentina asked.
"There's some punk from F.O.W.L that I have to take out. I'll be back in a jiffy, Mom."
A 'jiffy' was their way of saying 1 or 2 weeks. Bentina handed her a photo of the man Rachel was supposed to take out, and she caught her breath. He was handsome, had messy light hair, and light blue eyes. He was muscular and tall. The man wore a black hoodie with some dark wash jeans and combat boots.
Bentina hugged her. "Be safe, Rachel."
"I will, Mom. Don't worry." Rachel smiled, squeezing her back. She gave her mom a two fingered salute before heading out the door.
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"So Webby's mom had a mission to kill her dad?!" Lena asked.
"Clearly he didn't do it. What happened next, Granny?" Webby asked. Dewey frowned at the lack of emotion in her voice.
"You okay?" he whispered.
She gravely nodded, not meeting his eyes.
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Rachel reached a mall, and spotted her target. He was even more handsome up close.
"Focus, Rachel." she chided herself.
Her target went up the escalator, so Rachel used the elevator. When the doors opened, Rachel caught her breath—there he was. His icy eyes twinkled with amusement, and for a second, Rachel hesitated. She quickly regained her composure, however, and just as she was about to finish him off, he calmly reached into her pocket, pulling the photo of him that her mother had given her. Rachel scowled. The man merely smiled before reaching into his own pocket and pulling out a picture of her.
"How…?" Rachel asked, before realizing this man was assigned to kill her.
The man shook his head no, signaling that they were being watched. Rachel immediately understood, and did nothing when the man reached into the elevator and pressed the ground floor. He waved to her as the elevator doors closed.
As she went down, Rachel bit her lip. He was hopelessly charming, even without uttering a single word.
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"Then what happened?" Lena asked.
"Forbidden love." Ms. Beakley replied grimly.
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It was around midnight when there was a knock on Rachel's hotel door. She wasn't nervous at all, knowing exactly who it was. She pulled her bathrobe over her short nightgown, and opened the door. The man stepped in, wearing a white collared shirt with black slacks.
"Charmed to meet you," he said, a slight Dutch slur to his words. "I'm Henry Vanderquack."
He kissed her hand, and Rachel blushed before scowling.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Rachel demanded.
"I can ask you the same thing, Rachel Beakley." he smiled.
"How did you know my name?"
Henry waved her off. "We're spies, remember?"
"Quit the banter! Why didn't you kill me?!" she asked hotly.
Henry didn't lose the charming smirk.
"I didn't want to." he said plainly.
Rachel grabbed him by the collar and shook him. "Why? Is this a plot to get me to join F.O.W.L?! Well, listen here buddy! It's not going to work. It may work on… whoever it's worked on before, but not me! Your charm doesn't fool me! Now get that knife hidden in your belt or something and stab me already!"
Henry stood there, his dazzling blue eyes never leaving hers. "I could do that."
He turned around and closed the door, gesturing to the champagne in the ice bucket, sitting on Rachel's dresser.
"Or we can have a romantic evening and get to know each other." he replied.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, mildly surprised by his boldness. "Straight to the point, eh? Alright, fine. But if you slip up, then you're dead."
He smiled, and the two spent the rest of the evening chatting, and Rachel tried not to fall for him, but it was too hard. Rachel just couldn't resist him. So when he kissed her, she made no effort to stop him.
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"I need to learn his moves." Louie said in amazement.
"You're smooth enough, Louie." Lena chuckled.
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3 months later…
"Henry! Stop that!"
"Stop what?" he challenged.
"Stop kissing my neck! I need to introduce you to my mother!"
He grew worried. "What if she doesn't approve of us, Rache?"
"Oh, she will."
"But… you're from S.H.U.S.H and I'm from F.O.W.L. We're pretty much Romeo and Juliet, my love." he said gently.
"Which is why I've brought these."
Rachel slapped down a bunch of forms and his ocean blue eyes widened when he read them.
"Resignation papers?" he asked.
She sighed. "Yes, Henry. If we want this to work, and if you want to get my mother approval, then we need to be on the same team. I'm not joining F.O.W.L and you can't join S.H.U.S.H because of your history. Sometimes we need to name sacrifices for the things we love."
Henry sighed, but gently kissed Rachel's forehead. "But… you do realize we need to get normal jobs after this, right? Everything we've worked for will be for nothing."
She smiled. "I'll do it if you will."
"I'll do anything for you." he said honestly.
Together, they signed the papers and introduced themselves to Ms. Beakley.
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"So, Henry and Rachel left their respective agencies and got married where they had a little girl." Ms. Beakley continued.
There was an uncomfortable silence, and everyone braced themselves for the bad part. Webby stayed silent, her shoulders ridged. Dewey rubbed her lower back.
"What happened to them?" Dewey finally asked.
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3 years later…
Rachel was cutting vegetables for dinner.
"My dear, this looks wonderful." Henry said, kissing her cheek.
She snorted. "Henry, go check on Webbigail. We can flirt after."
He smirked. "Not without a kiss."
She scoffed, and Henry grinned. She finally folded and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"What was that?" he asked incredulously.
"A kiss." Rachel replied plainly.
"That was a peck!" he protested.
She grabbed him by the collar and gave him a long kiss. Henry smiled when she pulled away.
"Happy?" she asked.
"Very." he winked.
Henry went upstairs to check on their daughter. He smiled when he found that she was peacefully asleep. He gently kissed her forehead—
CRASH!
Henry frowned.
"Rachel?" Henry called.
There was no answer.
"RACHEL?!" he yelled.
Henry closed and locked Webby's room and rushed downstairs where he found his wife unconscious, with a nasty gash on her forehead. A very muscular man wearing an expensive suit stood over her, holding a mallet. His red curly red hair stood up, and when he turned around, he had a mouth made of metal.
"Steelbeak…?" then Henry snapped back into reality. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" he roared.
Steelbeak sneered. "Had we known you hadn't killed your target from your last mission before your resignation, we would have never let you resign in the first place. Good thing I'm here to finish the job!"
He raised his mallet, and brought it down towards Rachel's head. Henry rushed forwards and grabbed the mallet, jerking it away from Steelbeak, kicking him squarely in the chest. Steelbeak stumbled, but he was much bigger than Henry. He brushed his suit off, like he had gotten some dust on it, and clenched his fists.
"You'll pay for that, Vanderquack," he muttered. "I can't believe we were ever friends."
Steelbeak advanced, but Henry grabbed the mallet and swung it at him. He cried out in pain when the hammer made contact with his upper arm. There was a nasty crack, and Steelbeak gripped his now broken arm, cursing.
Henry straightened, proud of himself for that one. "Leave my family alone, Steelbeak."
He raised the mallet, and brought it down on Steelbeak's head. The agent crumpled.
Henry dropped the mallet, and rushed to Rachel. "Rachel? Honey?"
Henry gently slapped her cheek, sighing in relief when she was responsive. He got up to get a glass of water, when…
BANG!
There was the sickening smell of metal and blood in the air. Henry looked down at the bullet that was embedded in his chest. He gasped and fell backwards.
"Steel…beak." he managed.
Steelbeak just smirked. "Looks like I win, Henry."
"Kill me," Henry managed. "Just leave her alone." he croaked, not daring to mention Webby, who was still asleep.
"Oh you mean your target?" Steelbeak taunted. He raised his gun and shot Rachel 6 times.
"NO!" Henry screamed before coughing out clots of thick blood.
"Doting husband, eh?" he chuckled darkly. He raised his gun. "Then why don't you follow her straight to hell?"
Henry cried out in pain when Steelbeak shot him 4 times in the chest.
"I'll get you for this, you bastard. We'll meet in Hell." Henry croaked weakly.
Steelbeak snorted. "I'd like to see you try." he said before shooting Henry right between the eyes.
"Idiots." Steelbeak spat before throwing the knife and leaving the house. He kicked Henry's bloodied corpse for good measure.
…
GASP!
Rachel gasped, a rush of adrenaline pulsing throughout her body. "H-Henry?"
She saw her husband lying in a pool of his own blood. She cried out, and weakly crawled to him, her own blood making a trail behind her.
"Henry… Henry?" she croaked, shaking him.
He was motionless. She reached inside his pocket and grabbed his phone, dialing her mother.
"Hello?" Ms. Beakley asked.
"It's Rachel, Mom," she coughed, before vomiting out blood.
"Rachel?! Are you alright?" Bentina asked.
"Mom, I love you, okay? Just take Webby. Make sure she's happy. Please. I… love you." she managed before dropping the phone. She lied down on Henry's shoulder and tears streamed down her face when she saw her vision darkening
"Rachel? Rachel! RACHEL!" Ms. Beakley cried.
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-One Week Later, Present Time-
"Webby—" Dewey tried.
"Can't talk." she hissed.
She aggressively swung her fists at the punching bag. Her breathing was heavy, sweat beaded down her forehead, and she ignored her hands that now trembled with exhaustion. Her eyes were dark and stormy and she looked extremely intimidating. Webby punched violently at the punching bag.
Dewey watched, wide eyed as Webby violently attacked the punching bag. She was exhausted and she needed to rest. He didn't know how long she'd been at it, but he knew it had been hours.
Instead of picking up bad habits to relieve pain like Louie had, she was hurting herself in other ways. She barely slept, she was a shell of her former self, she pushed people away, and she avoided Ms. Beakley and Dewey like the plague. She wanted to stay angry, and he understood the feeling, but it seemed to be the only emotion Webby felt. She was hurting herself physically by exerting herself and mentally by bottling up her anguish over the death of her parents.
Dewey hesitantly reached out to Webby and touched her shoulder.
"Webby…"
She instantly tensed up, her free hand balling into a fist, and a low growl escaped her lips at the unwanted contact.
"Let. Me. Go." she snarled, not bothering to turn and face him.
Dewey narrowed his eyes. He knew she was grieving and he was perfectly fine with that, she deserved to be broken up over the death of her parents, but she couldn't push everyone away, he had done that when he learned about his mother and the Spear of Selene, and it had gotten him nowhere.
"No, it's midnight and you need sleep. Your body can't take all this and you need rest." Dewey murmured, keeping calm but adding firmness in his tone of voice.
Webby whirled around, eyes glowing with anger.
"I'll do what I want, stop hovering over me." she snapped, jabbing her finger in his chest. "Ever since Granny told us the story about my parents, you've been suffocating me!" Webby hissed, eyes darkening, lips tugging into an angry scowl. "And I hate you for it."
Dewey merely blinked at her lashing out, knowing it was the grief talking.
"I'm worried about you."
"Don't be, I'm fine." she growled.
"No you're not… c'mon Webbs, let's talk about this." Dewey pleaded quietly.
"No!" she snapped.
Dewey hardened. "Training yourself past the point of exhaustion won't help anything."
He slowly reached out and touched her arm reassuringly. She'd been like this for the past five days, and he knew she needed time to get over her parents, but he was utterly fearful of how self destructive she was acting.
Gritting her teeth she wrenched her arm from his grasp.
"How would you know?" she scoffed.
He raised his eyebrows. "You're kidding, right?"
Webby stared at him coldly. "I'm not."
Dewey was growing frustrated by the second. "Because I don't know what it's like to lose someone? I don't know what it's like to grieve? You saw how I was after I learned about my mom—"
"I did." Webby interjected. "And I'm running from all my friends like you did. I'm bettering myself and becoming stronger. I'm not smoking or crying, I'm training! I'm not mourning, I'm getting ready for whatever else happens."
Dewey couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was trying to help and yet she stood there, mocking his grieving period for his mom. Webby had no right to attack him for the past.
"You're getting ready to kill Steelbeak, aren't you?" Dewey asked.
"I am." she confirmed angrily.
Tears stung his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He was shaking slightly.
"I'm not stupid, Webby, you're mourning and taking this harder than anyone. You aren't bettering yourself..." Dewey let out a sigh to calm himself. "Webby, you need to sleep, and then we can talk in the morning—"
"I don't want to talk to you!" Webby snapped.
"Too bad!" Dewey snapped. "You've always been there for me and I'm returning the favor! That's what you do for the people you love." he argued, crossing his arms over his chest.
Webby let out a harsh laugh as she shook her head. "Leave or you'll regret it." she warned, clenching her fists so hard that her knuckles became white.
Dewey narrowed his eyes. "You won't hurt me."
"Don't count on that!" Webby roared as angry tears pricked her eyes.
"Webby."
"LEAVE!" Webby threatened, her eyes becoming even darker than they already were.
She had taken a threatening step towards him, fists poised to strike, but Dewey didn't fear her. She looked hysterical… she looked broken. Her hair was sticking up all over the place from a lack of management, her eyes had bags beneath them, her skin was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot from sleep deprivation. She was losing it and she needed help.
Dewey's expression softened as he empathized with his girlfriend.
"Webby… please don't do this."
Dewey took a step towards her, slowly reaching for her hand. Her glare faltered and he relaxed. His Webby was in there, he just had to coax her out of her hardened shell.
And suddenly her guard was up,
"NO!" Webby shrieked, her voice taking on a tone he had never heard before.
"Leave me alone!" Webby shouted.
"I'm not going to." Dewey growled.
She threw a punch at him, but Dewey was ready for it. He caught her fist, jerked it sideways, and pinned her against the wall.
"Let me go!" she snapped, wriggling against his grip.
"No Webby!" he snapped.
He carried her bridal style all the way to her bed. Dewey straddled her and firmly kissed her, and she thrashed against him at first before reciprocating the romantic gesture. She wanted to physically exert herself? Fine. But he would give it to her in a different way.
He moved back so he was sitting in front of her legs. He carefully placed his hands at her ankles and started moving up her creamy skin.
"Fuck…" she whispered.
He rubbed his thumb across her hand and looked her dead in the eyes, making her feel smaller and smaller by the second.
"You need some relief."
She actually whimpered as she knew this was what she wanted. She needed to forget all her problems. But mostly she needed Dewey. Her hormones were racing, and she needed him now. Needed to know he really still wanted her and was willing to do something for her. Webby finally gave in. She stopped fighting with Dewey, and finally let him win the battle. She removed her hands from his and placed them on top of her racing heart. Dewey looked at her assuredly one last time so she would know she could trust him.
Dewey started by placing light kisses on her knees before dipping his hands down in between her legs and slowly separating them. Webby was shaking so uncontrollably that she had to bring her hand to her mouth to stop her whimpering. As her legs moved apart wider and wider Dewey ran his hands softly along the inside of her thighs stopping just above her pelvis.
Webby squeezed her eyes shut almost scared of what he would do next. Her body felt like it was going to explode.
Dewey then ran both hands over the little bundle of nerves earning him a sharp gasp from Webby and moved them up the sides of her rib cage and up to her chest where Webby was already arching into him. He slipped his hands under her tank top and kneaded her breasts where her nipples had hardened into tight little buds.
Webby held onto his upper arms for support as her breathing turned into pants. Her head lolled back and her eyes fluttered closed when he gently pinched her nipples between his fingers. With her neck fully exposed Dewey leaned down and began to kiss, nip, and bite at her neck sending Webby gasping for air as her body moved against his.
By now her body was throbbing in anticipation and she looked up at Dewey either pleading for more, or pleading for mercy. Dewey only answered her by leaving a trail of kisses down her abdomen and dipping his tongue in her navel which earned him a loud moan. Her blood ran hot and thick in her veins as warmth gathered to her loins. By the time Dewey reached down to her womanhood she was dripping with heat.
Dewey casually ran his fingers over her soaked panties causing her hips to move rhythmically back and forth. Her breathing now came choppy and labored as her nails dug into the mattress.
"Please…" she begged, not knowing how more teasing she could take.
Dewey finally decided to stop torturing her and give her what she wanted. He placed his fingers inside the hem of her underwear pausing to make sure she was ready for this.
"Damn it, just do it already!" she snapped.
Dewey slipped his fingers into the hot folds of her arousal and stroked and probed her gently as she quivered. She was so sensitive even the simple stimulation was too much to bear. Dewey, however, knew she could handle the intensity as he slipped two fingers inside her and began to pump with all his might. Webby's moans turned into screams as her hips bucked against his thrusts and the heat that had pooled into her stomach began to grow.
Dewey knew she was about to release when her inner muscle began to flex around his fingers. He decided to relieve her as he took her hardened nub against his thumb and rubbed it while speeding up his thrusts. Webby screamed, finally climaxing hard and fast, sobbing and crying out.
Hours seemed to pass and the spasms in her body didn't lessen until Dewey pulled her against his chest and held her trembling body securely. Her breathing was still rapid and her heart was beating so hard he could feel it against her rib cage, he worried if he had taken it too far with her.
Webby begged. "Take me, Dewey. Please, I need this!"
Apparently not. he mused.
"No, Webbs. Not when you're this emotional. You're angry and hurt, and when you come off the high, you might regret what we've done. I don't want our first time to be like this." he said earnestly.
She sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."
He kissed her softly, and she spoke.
"Listen… I'm sorry for acting like that. I just… I never knew what happened to my parents and my granny decided to drop a bomb on me. I-I… I miss them." she sobbed.
Dewey held her. "Let it out, Webbs."
Webby immediately wrapped her arms around him soaking in his warmth. He wrapped his own arms around her and let her doze off.
"Dewey." she breathed out. "Thank you."
Dewey smiled before closing his eyes and falling asleep. "No problem."
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MANDATORY VOTE FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER:
Lena confesses to Louie
OR
Daisy and Donald meet
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