dalek117: My heart FLUTTERED with pure happiness when I read "beautifully written". As for the drugs, all will be revealed, young flamingo. I don't even know, I'm a little drunk

Orochi: Got some Huelet fluff in the beginning just for you :) I love those ideas!

caetlyn27: WE'LL SEE

Guest: ideas, ideas ;))))

riverajocabed1: No, I ADORE making you (my friend that was named "Innocent Christain Girl), beet red. Yeah, I need more Scrooge and Launchpad moments in S3, and after seeing the newest episode, I decided to to it myself :D AND ALL WILL BE REVEALED

Boss Teal: true true true true true true. And I didn't even notice the crack :0

24 lets go people :D

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Huey smiled. "Hey, Mr. Sabrewing. Is Violet home?"

"She's up in her room." he said back with a warm smile.

Huey nodded and went upstairs. He yelped when he saw Violet sitting on the bed, wearing absolutely nothing. He immediately smiled and advanced, but Violet shook her head no, and gestured towards his clothes. Huey feigned annoyance when he stripped down, and she stared dumbly at his body—all she could say was that adventuring had done him well.

He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I love you so much Vi, you mean everything to me…"

His eyes were so earnest, and so full of love and compassion. Violet stared and smiled and a wave of pleasure washed over her. There was a sudden haze, and she realized that she was ready for him.

"Violet?" he asked with a goofy grin.

"Hmm, what?" she murmured.

He grinned. "Lost you for a moment there, huh?"

"I couldn't help myself," she said sheepishly.

He smirked, reattaching his mouth over hers, until after a few moments of passionate lip lock he was leaning her back on the bed, stroking his fingers through her hair as his tongue teased. That hazy film was back, like she was suddenly in a dream. Her toes and fingers tingled as she felt his hands caressing over her stomach, flitting down her thighs. The kisses became more and more intense, his hands roaming everywhere.

He was whispering something but she didn't quite comprehend it, her eyes shut. She felt his warm breath creeping up her body, her fingers finding his curly hair. Violet moaned when she felt his mouth close over her, arched her chest into him, and gripped his hair as his fingers came up to tease too.

"You ready?"

"Always." she grinned.

His movements were fast and hard, his hand rubbing at her furiously and she felt something building inside her, emotions began to soar. And then she hit that peak. Her body went tense; she cried out and grabbed his shoulders, her previous feather like touches turned to nails digging into his skin. She began to shudder involuntarily as her eyes clenched shut, her toes curled into the sheets and her fingers tingled as a wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.

Hearing her cries and moans and the way she clutched at him was all it took to send him over the edge. She felt his body stiffen and a moan poured from the back of his throat as he stroked against her powerfully.

That edge was reached and they both came down from the climax, flopped flat to the bed, completely satisfied and energy expended.

Violet snapped out of it, and took a deep, shaky breath. No, she wasn't in bed with her boyfriend, she was on the Sunchaser with Launchpad.

"Are you okay?" Launchpad asked worriedly from the driver's seat.

Violet weakly smiled up at him, and weakly grasped her seat's armrest.

"Yeah. Just nervous."

The Sunchaser sailed safely through the sky. When he was in the air, Launchpad was a pretty good pilot. It was just his landing skills. Violet didn't have to fear for her life until they began their descent.

"About?" he asked.

"Just relationship stuff." she said quickly.

Launchpad frowned. "But I thought you and Huey were on good terms."

"We are," Violet replied. "But he's just… I just… I don't think…" she trailed off. How on Earth was she supposed to explain to Launchpad of all people that she was having mixed feelings about sex?!

"Oh," Launchpad said, turning red, but quickly catching on. "That."

"Y-yeah. Huey wants to, and I'm not sure if I'm ready. Letting someone in that close… it's scary, LP."

"You don't want to feel vulnerable." he summed up.

"Yes! Exactly! And I think I want to, but I'm still hesitant." she admitted.

He frowned. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I guess it's this whole Steelbeak mission," Violet admitted. "And the possibility that Huey might not come back."

"Violet," Launchpad said gently. "Don't think like that. He's been through hell and back with all those adventures with Scrooge." he said with a small laugh.

She sighed. "Let's say he doesn't come back. My biggest regret would be not doing it when I had the chance. I love him so much."

"I love both of you guys," Launchpad said gently. "But that shouldn't be your reason for wanting to sleep with him. You should be absolutely positive that you're ready for him."

Violet let his words sink in, faintly remembering how Dewey said that Launchpad's been in plenty of relationships. He knew what he was doing. After a brief silence, she spoke.

"I think I am." she said quietly.

He smiled warmly. "Well, that's for you and him to discuss."

There was a loud beeping noise, and she frowned.

"What the…?" Launchpad stopped himself from cussing.

"What is it, LP?" she asked worriedly.

"The plane's telling me that there's a potential threat following us, but that's impossible." he frowned.

Violet took a deep breath. "Knowing Steelbeak, it isn't impossible. Let's fly higher. Just in case."

Launchpad did what he was told and the beeping stopped.

He smiled at her. "Have you ever thought about being a pilot?"

"Oh god no That's a little too exhilarating for my taste." she admitted with a small laugh.

"Well, you'd be great, Vi," Launchpad said honestly. "You know a lot about machinery, science, and in the past hour, you've helped me with my flying weaknesses. I didn't know the angle of your shoulders mattered."

"T-thanks LP." she said, blushing at his compliment.

There was a comfortable silence.

"How are things with you?" she asked.

Launchpad smiled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, aside from you being Scrooge's pilot and Dewey's best friend, I don't know a lot about you. I've known you for all those years, and you're like an older brother to me."

He blushed.

"But I want to know you better as a person."

He scratched his head. "Well, I love Darkwing Duck, I like Dewey… hmm there isn't much."

"Dewey told me you've been in plenty of weird relationships."

He smiled. "Yeah? Well, there was this one where I dated a mermaid…"

ooo

Scrooge, Webby, Huey, and Dewey reached Steelbeak's "classic villain lair". Huey quickly texted Lena the coordinates before their phones got confiscated.

"Phones, please." the Eggmen ordered.

They handed them over and tried not to roll their eyes.

"When are you going to dress up as one of them, lad?" Scrooge whispered in Dewey's ear.

Dewey narrowed his eyes. "Does it look like I can confiscate one of their outfits?"

Scrooge groaned. If they got imprisoned, they had no way out. The Eggmen lead them to a large lighthouse, and they walked inside. There were several flights of spiraling stairs and they marched towards the top.

"You okay?" Webby whispered to Huey.

He nodded. "I got a text from Lena not so long ago. She said that Louie was high."

Webby frowned. "That's not like Louie."

"No. It's not." Huey agreed.

Webby's eyes widened. "Oh no. The injection."

Huey raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Webby frowned. "I mean that the last time Louie was under Steelbeak's control, he had blood red eyes. He's probably using the cocaine because when you're high…"

Huey caught on. "Your eyes turn red."

Webby's eyes widened. "Steelbeak has him under control and Lena and Granny have no clue."

"B-but he thinks I'm Louie." Huey stammered.

"No," Webby insisted. "He knows who you are."

Huey cursed under his breath. Webby desperately wanted to turn around and warn Scrooge and Dewey that they were in danger, but she couldn't. The Eggmen were armed, and all of their weapons and phones were confiscated. If they made any sudden moves, it was guaranteed that they were dead.

They reached the second highest level of the lighthouse. It was a massive TV room, and there was Steelbeak, calmly finishing a glass of whiskey.

"Welcome." Steelbeak grinned, another glass in his hand. "Scrooge, Webby, Dewey, and Huey."

Huey scowled.

"That was a smart idea. Dressing up as Louie," Steelbeak admitted. "But I had my Eggmen scan you for the injection that I injected inside of Louie and you tested negative."

Steelbeak walked towards Huey, and placed two nimble fingers underneath his chin, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. He admired the flash of anger in Huey's eyes.

"You're the one with the temper! I remember now!" Steelbeak exclaimed.

"Leave him alone, Steelbeak. We came here to talk." Scrooge growled.

"Ah, that's correct," Steelbeak said, almost disappointed. "Well, you want information on Della and I want information on Black Heron."

"She's in a maximum security prison in St. Canard." Scrooge said.

Steelbeak spat with disgust. "Again?"

"Whatever. Your turn. What do you know about Della Duck?" Webby growled

Steelbeak turned the television on, and Dewey wanted to sob:

On the TV was the top of the lighthouse, but worst of all, there was his mother, her arms and legs bound by chains. She was horribly pale and thin. Her hair reached the flood, and her eyes were bloodshot and fierce, like she'd been planning Steelbeak's death for ages.

"Here lady," an Eggmen said, kicking a tray of food towards her. On the tray was a piece of bread, two peas, and a tin of water that had been spilled from the impact of the kick.

Dewey heard Huey catch his breath.

"YOU!" Dewey roared.

Steelbeak turned off the TV only to be tackled by Dewey. He was quickly thrown off however by a robot.

"Meet Reaper," Steelbeak said calmly, brushing off his suit as if nothing happened. "He takes care of all my light work."

Webby was about to advance, but was immediately held back by Huey and Scrooge.

"LET HER GO!" Dewey screamed.

"Nice, huh?" Steelbeak mused, enjoying the sight of a completely broken Dewey.

"YOU FUCKING—"

Steelbeak motioned for Reaper to gag Dewey, and he clamped his metal hand over Dewey's mouth.

"As I was saying," Steelbeak said, rolling his eyes. "F.O.W.L found her up in space. We've been torturing her for the past 10 years."

Scrooge and Huey were so shocked, they could barely move.

"If we'd left Della in space," Steelbeak smirked. "Then she would've came back around 8 years ago."

Scrooge stared at him in a mix of horror and shock—he could've had his niece sooner. He could've been reunited with her a decade ago. Scrooge lunged at Steelbeak, but it took two Eggmen to hold him back.

"Eggmen, take these idiots down to the prison." Steelbeak ordered. "Louie will come with shadow girl and Agent 22 soon."

Dewey wanted to cry. Louie was under Steelbeak's control, but that wasn't all. He was so close to his mother. He needed to get to her! Desperation fueled Dewey and he tried to break free from Reaper, but the robot was 100 times stronger than he was. He managed to kick Reaper, but it did nothing. Instead, the killer robot placed a rag over his mouth, and Dewey panicked when he immediately took a liking to it. It smelled sweet-smelling, and organic. After a few moments, Dewey felt light headed and started losing consciousness. The last thing he remembered was Steelbeak mouthing the word "chloroform".

ooo

For someone who was high, Louie certainly didn't act like it.

His eyes were red, but that was the only visible symptom he was showing of being under the influence of cocaine. He walked with confidence, his voice was smoother, and he casually swung his khopesh around like some toy. Beakley and Lena were getting annoyed, but cautious.

Lena snapped. "Would you stop doing that, already?"

"Do what," Louie asked. "This?"

He flung his khopesh right towards Ms. Beakley.

"NO!" Lena screamed.

Beakley caught the blade with ease and merely frowned at Louie.

"That's enough." she said calmly.

"We should totally go outside!" he suggested as he skipped outside the warehouse.

"Louie! Stop!" Lena cried.

Lena rushed to follow him only to be stopped by dozens of Eggmen.

"Louie! Look out! It's the—"

"Eggmen?" Louie finished with a calm smile. "I know."

"Louie, what?" Then it dawned on her.

The serum. Louie had warned her.

"You." Lena growled.

"Take them away!" Louie ordered.

ooo

Shit.

—Jordan