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Jordan: Gryffindor

Rivera: Ravenclaw

Dalek: Slytherin

I SEE THIS! ESPECIALLY DALEK AS SLYTHERIN. HE'S SO SHARP AND SMART. SO IS RIVERA, BUT AT LEAST SHE DOESN'T READ MY MIND 24/7! SHE ONLY DOES IT LIKE 23/7. I LOVE THIS!

On with the next chapter!

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The plane ride home was uncomfortable to say the least.

The adults slowly nursed Della back to health while Huey, Webby, and Violet inspected the new and improved Reaper. They were trying to figure out how to get the bomb out of Dewey.

Meanwhile, Louie sat alone. Lena noticed he was purposely straining away from his entire family, especially his mother. Come to think of it, Huey was doing the same thing to Della. Dewey, however, occasionally checked on her, updating the rest of the gang about her state.

"God, Della…" Donald softly sobbed, cupping his sister's cheek. She was horribly thin and frail, and looked nothing like her old self.

She weakly grasped his wrist. "Donnie…"

"Rest up, Dumbella," he teased, ever so gently punching her arm. She managed a small smile.

Lena sat down next to Louie.

"You okay?" she asked carefully.

Louie glumly shook his head no, blankly staring into the space ahead. He still had his vest and slacks on, which probably didn't help his mood. Lena could read him like an open book: he was disappointed in himself. He blamed himself for going against his family again. Somebody could constantly remind Louie that it wasn't his fault, and that he was injected with a serum, but he would never believe them. The evil had become one with him… or at least, that's what Louie thought. He had called his family and friends some pretty harsh things, and nearly killed them on several occasions.

"It's okay," Lena gently reminded him.

He didn't meet her eyes. "I went against you guys again. I thought that I'd be able to control it, but I couldn't. I'm weak."

"Louie…"

He rubbed his temples in distress. "It's horrible. The feeling of not being able to control yourself and your actions…" he shuddered. "I almost killed you. I almost killed all of you."

"You're acting like you chose to do it." Lena reasoned.

"But that's where you're wrong. I did," Louie growled, much to Lena's shock. "I chose to do all of that."

"Louie, there's no way––"

"There is," he insisted. "The first injection wiped away all of my memories and just made me a killing machine. But the second dosage… my deepest, darkest desires that I've kept hidden all my life were used against me."

He looked her in the eye and Lena shrunk.

"Huey was always the smart one, Dewey was the fearless one. I wasn't sure where or who I was. I wanted a title," Louie said, clenching his jaw. "I was jealous of both of them," he said in a small voice. Then, in an even lower tone, he said, "And Steelbeak used it against me."

Lena pursed her lips.

"Steelbeak didn't wipe away my memories the second time," Louie confessed. "But… he hardwired me to make sure that I loathed all of you guys. I was in control."

Lena smacked his arm. "No you weren't. You were being influenced––"

"Those feelings of resentment didn't come out of nowhere, Lena!" Louie snapped. "Either way, it was all my fault. If I had never thought like that in the first place, Steelbeak would have never had any leverage on me."

"IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!" Lena boomed, getting so angry that her eyes glowed a brilliant, violent shade of purple.

The entire plane had gone silent.

Lena angrily stood up and jabbed her finger in his chest. "IT'S NATURAL TO FEEL THOSE THINGS, BUT DON'T YOU EVEN TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT ALL OF THIS WAS YOUR FAULT!"

"Lena…" Louie mumbled helplessly.

"SHUT UP!" she snapped, tears welling in her eyes.

That seemed to catch his attention. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. She buried her face in his chest and let herself cry.

After several deep breaths, she spoke. "Louie, I felt the same way about Magica. I thought that I was her… but I'm not. It was never my fault, I was being influenced, just like you were. There's a difference between being manipulated and controlled and doing something by your free will."

"Well said," Scrooge smiled. "Lena, how about you check on the robot. I'll take it from here."

Lena nodded and reunited with her friends, leaving Scrooge and Louie alone. He sighed and slumped his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Scrooge…" Louie started.

Scrooge raised his eyebrow. "Why are you apologizing, lad?"

Louie stared at him.

"Why are you apologizing for something that wasn't your fault, eh?" Scrooge repeated.

Louie ran his hands through his hair. "I don't know. It was my fault."

"Louie," Scrooge said calmly. "We've been through this. You're not a nobody. You have your own image. You're sharper than the sharpies."

"I'm also meaner than the meanies," Louie grumbled. "I tried killing you multiple times."

Scrooge chuckled. "Louie, I know it'll take you a while to forgive yourself for what Steelbeak did to you," he said, emphasizing the point that it was Steelbeak's fault. "But I need you to understand that you're not at fault. There was no way that you could've prevented this."

Louie leaned his head back on the headrest, and let out an anguished sigh. "I… I'll try my best."

Scrooge nodded, and decided not to push his nephew. He'd been through a lot.

"Do you," Scrooge started off awkwardly. "Do you want to say hi to your mother?"

Louie looked at his Uncle, and answered honestly. "I don't think I want to… not yet anyways. I think we both need to heal a bit." he said with a small laugh.

Scrooge smiled, and placed a hand on Louie's shoulder. "Alright. Whenever you're ready, lad."

Scrooge left Louie. Louie tried to go to Launchpad discreetly, but was immediately tackled by his brothers and friends. He couldn't help but laugh, and push them off. Huey flipped them over and Webby and Violet held his hands and legs still. Dewey and Huey began tickling their little brother mercilessly, and Louie started screaming with laughter. Louie happily rolled on the floor, and everyone was doubling over in a fit of laughter.

Lena smiled and snapped a photo of it.

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Donald and Beakley took Della to Duckburg Central Hospital, while Launchpad and Scrooge took Reaper to the Money Bin so that Gyro could take a look at the old robot. Scrooge also told Fenton and Gyro to come and inspect Dewey the next morning, and see if they could do anything to get the bomb out of him. The kids, minus Huey and Violet, who were spending the night at her house, went back to the mansion so that they could shower, relax, unwind, and catch up on some much needed rest.

Lena stripped out of her outside clothes and threw them in the trash. She stepped into one of the mansion's showers, and stood under the hot stream of water. After shampooing and cleaning herself off, she didn't make any move to leave the shower. She felt calm and content. Her hair flattened against her forehead and she enjoyed the warm sensation around her. It felt like someone was hugging her, and it made her slacken and relax her tense muscles. It took her a while to realize that someone actually was hugging her from behind and she smiled, gently placed her own hands over his.

"Hey." Lena gently greeted, barely fazed by the fact that they were both nude.

Louie didn't say a word, and tightened his grip around her waist, enjoying the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. The hot water cascaded down the both of them, and he turned her around and gently kissed her. Lena wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in closer.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I couldn't help myself."

She laughed. "It's alright, dweeb."

He playfully scowled and kissed her again, this time a sense of urgency laced into the lip lock. She seductively looked back at him over her shoulder, and rubbed herself against him. Louie softy placed kisses upon the nape of her neck.

"You know, Lena..." he said as he caressed her body. One arm wrapped around her waist and held her close.

"Mm?" she questioned.

"If you think..." Louie's hands caressed her exposed flesh. "That it has been too eventful a day..."

His fingertips ventured just under her thighs.

"We can slow down..." Louie got on his knees and placed kisses on her soft curves. While planting light kisses around her navel, he returned his hands to her waist. "And continue this..." Louie placed a trail of light kisses up her body. When he reached her face, their lips met again. "Whenever you want..."

"Mmmhmm?" she murmured as they kissed.

"Yeah." he muttered throatily.

"Well, I don't think we're ready to go there yet, Louie. We just started dating." Lena gently reminded him.

He just smiled, cupped her face, and gently kissed her.

She was his.

And he was hers.

Everything finally felt so…

Complete.

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After her shower, Webby wore a tank top with a pair of black sweats. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and she winced when Dewey gently stitched her cuts on her arms.

"How's the rest of your body?" he asked.

"Fine!" she quickly mustered.

He raised his eyebrow, and she groaned in discomfort.

"Everything hurts." she grumbled.

Dewey chuckled. "Show me."

Webby slid her tank top off, leaving her in a lacy black bra. Dewey hid his blush. There was a nasty gash on her torso, and Dewey winced.

"How'd you even get this?" he fussed.

She shrugged. "I don't know anymore."

Dewey frowned at her tone. "Are you doing okay?"

Webby raised her brow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, how have you been holding up ever since Mom killed Steelbeak?" Dewey asked as he snipped a strip of gauze.

She shrugged. "Fine. I mean, I don't mind that he's dead. Besides, Della deserves just as much revenge as I do. He's been torturing her for a decade."

Dewey wrapped the gauze around her toned torso and, after making sure that it was secure, snipped it off. He tossed the roll of gauze back on the First Aid Kit.

"How are you holding up?" Webby asked.

"Fine. I've come to terms with the bomb inside me. And… the whole situation with Mom is confusing." Dewey admitted.

She cupped his face. "I know it is, but we've been through hell and back. Facing your mom will be easy."

They both knew they barely scratched the surface of their adventure, but she was too exhausted to go into full detail. They were all weak and sore, physically and mentally drained.

Instead of asking more questions, Dewey simply smiled and pulled her in for a kiss, signaling that their conversation was over for now. Webby happily obliged and hopped off the bathroom counter, dragging her boyfriend towards her bed.

"I'm tired." she grumbled.

He laughed. "Me too, Webbs. Me too."

The night ended with the two lovers cuddled together on Webby's bed.

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After showering and patching themselves up, the couple were lying down on Violet's bed. Violet felt so content. His hand was gently resting on her hip, and she leaned her head against his strong, firm chest.

Violet took a deep breath, and Huey held her tighter. Neither couple had exchanged a word, since showering, and instead, let untold feelings be told through touch.

"I wish I could stay like this forever." Violet murmured.

He kept his eyes closed. "Why?"

"Everything feels so content, like a 'finally home' feeling. And it just gets stronger whenever I'm around you." she said, snuggling closer to him.

He smiled, and kissed her forehead.

"I was worried about you." he said, slowly opening his eyes.

"I was worried about you." she said with a small, yet nervous, laugh.

"What happened to you and LP?"

She groaned. "We got chased by jets, so far that we reached Duckburg."

Huey laughed. "From Mexico?"

She nodded. "We barely noticed. Launchpad managed to land in the water, only the Sunchaser floats."

"And the jets didn't." he mused.

"Mhm," she smirked. "After picking up Donald, we rushed to save you guys."

Huey frowned. "Hey, how'd you know where we were? You guys were in the air and there's no way you would've gotten our coordinates."

Her eyes widened.

"There's a tracker chip I've installed in the boys." Donald said, holding up a GPS.

"You microchipped them?!" Violet asked in disbelief.

Donald smirked. "You cannot tell them."

Violet snorted.

"Launchpad just kept flying past that old airport until we saw something suspicious." Violet lied.

Please buy it. Please buy it.

"Oh, okay." Huey said nonchalantly.

Violet took a deep breath. Before Huey could ask anymore questions, Violet quickly straddled him and mashed her lips against his. Huey was obviously taken aback, but immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. Violet smirked against his lips, obviously pleased that she'd distracted him so easily. She let out a soft moan when he began nipping at her neck.

"H-Hubert…" she said shakily.

Huey grinned and slowly slid her nightgown off. His smile widened when he saw that she was wearing no bra.

"Huey…" she said timidly.

He immediately stopped and looked her in the eye. "Are you okay?"

She blushed at his concern.

"I'm fine," she giggled. "I just wanted to talk."

"Talk ahead." he smiled, flipping them over so that she was underneath him. He gently leaned his head on her chest, and she ran her fingers through his hair, making him purr.

"I asked Launchpad for some advice. I think… I think I'm ready." Violet said.

He smiled. "He told me about it too."

She blushed, and he smirked.

"I think we should wait a bit." he said honestly.

"What?"

"Vi," he laughed. "I want to sleep with you, and it's my job as your boyfriend to respect whether you want to as well."

"I do!" she insisted. "Right now! Let's go, bucko!"

He laughed. "Babe… you want to do it only because you thought I was going to die. You would have regretted not 'doing' it with me when you had the chance."

She blushed. "You're right."

"You're not truly ready. I need you, Violet Apollonia Sabrewing, to be ready. Not when the situation counts on it." Huey said seriously.

She sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

He frowned. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."

"So… am I ready?" she asked timidly.

He smiled. "Like I said before, we should wait a little. Wait a few weeks until this adventure isn't as fresh in our heads. And, if you feel the same way, I'll be here."

She pulled him into a hug. "Thank you, Huey."

"I love you, Violet." he said.

"I love you so much." she murmured.

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I honestly cannot thank dalek117 enough. Everybody, he is the one who is the mastermind! After every chapter I post, he immediately PM's me, and we brainstorm a bunch of ideas. We ask ourselves, "Okay, the story is at *this point*, where do we want to take it? What's the best way to execute the story?"

In fact, half of my last chapter was written by dalek117 himself! So ladies and gentlemen, when he posts a new story on this site, I BETTER see all of you there XDD. He is an incredibly gifted author and I'm glad that he's a huge part for the OTLTA team!

PM me if you have any ideas, guys! Or just review if you don't have an account. I'll always reply and tell you if we can incorporate it into the story :)

Always yours,

—Jordan :D