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Let's Dewey It: :DDD I think every writer is talented. It just depends on the reader :)

riverajocabed1: HOW ON EARTH WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU ALSO WANTED TO MICROCHIP THE TRIPLETS?! AND I GOT THE REFERENCE FROM iCARLY TOO! MS. BENSON IS AN ICON. AND TRY NOT TO KILL YOURSELF! Louie is definitely broken, he was just controlled by someone, except he… wasn't =0 and nope, I am trying to keep this story as realistic as possible. Considering they're the Duck Family, adventures ARE pretty normal for them :) but now, it's time to get normal

Orochi: Yep! A quick favour: can you list all of your ideas? It'll a lot more convenient for me :D

Guest: I'm definitely thinking about a sequel, but my team and I will need to go over it. For now, I'll worry about THIS story. Maybe when I'm done with OTLTA, I'll write a few one shots, or shorter stories before moving into another major fic :) but tell me your ideas!

dalek117: *salutes back* :)

dewdrop: I think you're right

So close to chapter 30. Let's DEW it!

I'm so sorry, I had to

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Webby was back in the lighthouse. Her hands were bound behind her back and she struggled to break free. The only difference was that it was just her and Dewey. Reaper loomed over them.

In an instant, Reaper's hand morphed into a device that was used to plunge into Dewey's collarbone in a gruesome, very precise manner that did not kill, but still made her boyfriend scream with pain. The device, as quickly as it entered, exited the body and Dewey collapsed on the ground, clutching his wound. The device morphed back into the hand, but a green light was flashing on the forearm.

"Consequence." was all Reaper said as the light turned red and Dewey exploded right before her eyes.

"DEWEY!" she screamed.

He was awake in an instant.

"Webbs? Webby?" he asked, furiously rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Webby was sitting up, her arms wrapped around her legs and her eyes pressed against her knees, desperately trying to stifle the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Her nightmare replayed over and over again in her head, every vivid image a poisonous reminder of what might've happened. It wasn't long before the sobs began to wrack her body, loudly and abundantly escaping her mouth but she couldn't stop it. Webby barely realized that Dewey was awake. But when Dewey's strong arms slowly and meaningfully wrap around Webby's quivering body, she leaned into his touch, removing her hands from around her knees to around his torso, her hands grabbing at his tank top for dear life. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

They didn't talk. Dewey sat and let Webby cry, and she slowly fell further and further until her head was on his lap and he was running his hands through her soft hair. Gradually, he lowered himself till she was lying down with her head on his chest.

"Webbs," he murmured. He felt her shift her head to look up at him. "Angel, do you want to talk about it?"

Webby drew in a shaky breath and numbly shook her head, a soft sob escaping her lips. He calmly moved his hand back up to her hair to relax her.

"Shh, Webby. I'm here. I got you." he said softly.

She took a deep breath. "What if you died on that adventure? When Reaper inserted the bomb into your neck? It would've been my fault." she spat.

"Webbs," he gently said. "None of this is your fault. I'm the one who chose to come, remember?"

"Well, there's a bomb inside of you!" she snapped.

"But I'm still alive, aren't I?" he asked calmly.

She stayed silent.

"As long as you're alive, I won't leave your side." he promised.

"Promise?" she asked warily.

"I swear." he said solemnly.

Dewey held his arms out and Webby snuggled up against him. Dewey rubbed her lower back soothingly.

"We're only 18," Webby said, her big innocent eyes looking up at him. "And I'm scared that something might happen."

"Webby, nothing will happen." Dewey assured.

"How do you know, Dewey?!" Webby snapped, tearing up.

Dewey's eyes widened and he was obviously taken aback. Clearly this had been bothering her for a long time.

"I want a future with you." Webby said, blushing.

Dewey blushed. A future with Webby? It was beyond his wildest dreams.

"But I'm scared I won't get that because of all these constant threats! What if something happens to one of us? Dewey, I-I can't live without you." Webby said, letting her tears fall.

Dewey kissed her.

"Webby, I can't live without you either. I want a future with you too."

She blushed.

"But you need to stop worrying about everything." Dewey said.

Webby hesitated. "But the bomb—"

"—can't do anything to me as long as nobody detonates it," he finished. "And as long as you're by my side, nothing can hurt me, Webby. So, will you stay with me?" he asked.

Webby let out a choked sob and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest. Dewey kissed her forehead, softly whispering words of love to her.

"I-I'm sorry." she said in between shaky breaths.

"Let it out. You've clearly been holding this back for a long time." he soothed.

Dewey wiped away her tears and Webby hugged his body tighter.

"I'm okay." she said, sniffling.

"I love you, Webby." she whispered.

"I love you more, Dewey." she smiled, leaning against his chest.

Webby began rubbing his chest very sensually and Dewey chuckled.

"What are you doing?" he asked, smirking.

"Oh, I think you know." she grinned, kissing him.

She ran her fingers through Dewey's hair and he let out a soft moan.

Webby kissed him again. This time Dewey wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, so she was straddling him. She felt his lips move across her cheek to her ear, where he nibbled on her earlobe causing her to moan.

"Webby?" he whispered into her ear.

"Hmm?" she sighed, throwing her head back, and closing her eyes.

"Did you really mean that you want to have a future with me?" he asked, moving his mouth away from her ear.

"It's my dream." she said, staring into Dewey's dark eyes.

"Really?" Dewey asked.

"Mhmm." she purred.

She gripped onto his shoulders as he kissed her neck.

"God, I swear I'm going to marry you one day, Ms. Vanderquack." Dewey promised.

He smirked when he saw her blush a scarlet red. Truly, he was lucky.

Dewey's warm breath tickled her neck, making her spine tingle. He flipped them over and pushed her softly against the bed, his hands supporting his weight as he pressed his body against hers. His head buried in her shoulder and e deeply inhaled her scent. He began nibbling her ear and she let out a soft purr.

Webby sat up and raised her arms so Dewey could slide her bra off.

Dewey gently nipped her collarbone, earning himself a gasp. He smirked against her skin. He pulled himself up to look at her. The way her skin shimmered in the moonlight and the shine in her dark eyes made her look like a goddess.

Having Dewey look at her with such intense eyes made her shiver all over. Webby could feel his eyes hungrily watch her body, taking in the view of her exposed chest. Dewey's strong arms held her hands firmly above her head and he dipped his head down and licked her earlobe, making her twitch. His lips trailed down the side of her face, leaving a trail of fresh kisses. Finally, Dewey's lips made it to hers. When they were right above hers, he crashed them down with hunger. Dewey begged for entrance as his tongue licked at her bottom lip.

Webby moaned into the passionate kiss, leaving an opening. With his first chance, his tongue darted in deepening the kiss. Their tongues soon began to fight for dominance. After a while they broke apart to catch their breaths.

One of his hands let go of her arm as it traveled down. He heard Webby cry out as his fingers played with her hardened nipples. His head slowly crept down to take in the other peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, making her moan louder. It excited him, making him nip her hardened peaks.

After a while, his other hand traveled down to her round hips. He slid her sweats down her slender legs, and threw them to join her bra on the floor. Webby felt his manhood poke her thigh roughly, and when she looked down, she saw his massive bulge growing, making her blush. Did she do that to him? Dewey nipped her nipple again, she arched her back into his body.

Dewey's mouth left her breast and he kissed her again, but this time much more softly. He felt two arms snake around his neck, deepening the kiss. One of her legs wrapped around his waist and Dewey felt her tug at his shirt. He took it off and tossed it across the room to join her clothes. Dewey used one arm to prop him up and the one placed on her waist began to travel elsewhere. He soon found her entrance that was dripping.

Webby felt a great wave of pleasure throughout her body as Dewey's fingers slowly pumped in and out of her. Her fingers gripped his hair as she arched her body into his again. Dewey shoved another finger inside. A moan escaped her lips, and he cheekily grinned at her response.

"Ahhh… D-Dewford!" she moaned, loud enough to drive him mad.

Dewey's pace picked up as soon as he heard her moan out in ecstasy. He kissed her as she moaned into his mouth. He could feel her inner walls beginning to twitch as she neared her climax. As she drew closer to the edge, he lowered his head until he was in between her legs. Dewey quickly retracted his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. He licked her core with the rough tip of his tongue, making her scream out his name in mind numbing pleasure.

"Dewey!" she cried out as she felt his tongue enter her and swirl around.

Webby's climax hit, and she yelled out his name. Her body tensed a final time before sinking back into the mattress with a final sigh.

"I love you, Webbigail Vanderquack." he said, once he caught his breath.

"I love you more, Dewford Duck." she whispered, kissing him.

The two fell asleep in each other's arms that night, and for the first time in a very long time, Webby felt okay.

ooo

Huey woke up, momentarily forgetting where he was. Then he remembered that he was spending the night at Violet's house. The clock read 5:30AM, and it was still dark outside. Huey turned around to see his girlfriend calmly asleep on her side. Huey cuddled up to her and gently hugged from behind, careful not to wake her. As much as she didn't show it, he knew that she was exhausted from this adventure.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt his arms tighten around her. She sighed contentedly and placed her hand on top of his, snuggling deeper into his warm chest. Huey didn't object, and laced his fingers around hers.

Violet smiled.

ooo

The next morning, Scrooge, Dewey, and Webby went to Gyro's lab the next day to check out Dewey's injury.

"Alright, Dewey. We just need you to relax for us," Fenton smiled warmly. He turned to Webby and gave her a small wink. "He'll be okay. Just a scan."

Webby smiled, though there was nervous tension to it. "Thanks, Fenton."

"How long will this take?" Scrooge asked.

Gyro frowned. "I'm not sure yet. It could take a couple of hours."

Dewey gently kissed his girlfriend's forehead. "I'll be okay."

She sighed. "I know. It's still scary."

"I'll be alright, angel." Then he lowered his voice. "And maybe when we get back home, we can have a makeout session."

She smacked his arm. "Dewey!"

He laughed and slid his shirt off, leaving him in a pair of cotton pants Fenton had provided him with. Manny lifted Dewey onto a cot, and gently placed him down. Lil Bulb strapped a mask into Dewey's face, and his eyes became heavy, everything around him becoming numb. He held his hand up, and Webby firmly grasped it. He gave her a small smile before the anesthesia pulled him under.

While Fenton and Webby monitored Dewey, Gyro explained the whole situation with Reaper to Scrooge.

Gyro frowned as he looked upon the robot sitting next to him before looking back at his monitor. "It appears that this robot isn't all he seems to be."

"In what way?" Scrooge asked, stepping forward to see the data on the screen, but he could not make heads or tails of the confusing graphs and charts.

"Most machines with personalities have that personality programmed into them; it's not natural and follows logical rules, meaning that the emotions are merely emulated, not actually felt. But the emotions that I am reading from the Reaper are in fact genuine, if not entirely whole."

It was Scrooge's turn to frown. "What about Lil Bulb. I thought he developed that personality naturally."

"Not initially," Gyro explained. "At first, I programmed every bit of his brain to react in certain ways to almost every conceivable scenario, and to understand when to act in certain ways. Eventually, he developed enough intelligence to learn more emotions and became sentient. The Reaper, on the other hand, appears to have non programmed emotions from its creation."

Just as Gyro finished, several alerts popped up on the screen.

Gyro scowled. "Damn."

Scrooge felt a growing sense of worry start to emerge within him. "Gyro..."

"It's the circuits controlling the bomb detonation. I've been trying to find a way to bypass them and defuse the bomb in the blue triplet's neck, but each and every time I try, the robot's systems lock me out. Whoever designed this robot created a very, very intelligent and resourceful AI."

"What are you saying?! That the bomb is armed!" Scrooge asked, alarmed.

"No, it's on standby. However, it will arm and detonate if certain requirements are met, the same ones that you told me the Reaper said when he placed the bomb. And the Reaper, no matter how 'reprogrammed' he is, has to constantly look out for any breaches in his demands and detonate. He can't even stop the process now. At least not yet."

"Why not?!" Scrooge demanded, getting infuriated, not at Gyro, but at the situation his family was in. "If we don't do something, Dewey may die if the robot wishes. I thought he is on our side, isn't he?"

"I'm not entirely sure he has been reprogrammed," Gyro muttered, stunning Scrooge, who couldn't help but take a look at the Reaper, who was rocking his metal legs like a kindergartener on the first day of school. "I can't seem to hack into his mind at all, it's all blocked. Plus, the wires that the red one and his girlfriend rewired weren't actually connected to any process of the brain. Rather, they were linked to... the hand cannon that injects the bomb in the first place. Well, you don't have to worry about the robot shooting anyone now."

"So, they did nothing?" Scrooge suddenly felt cold from dread.

"Actually, the girlfriend did do something when she electrocuted it. A lot of the emotions that are being displayed now were actually repressed beforehand." Gyro rubbed his chin with one hand as he processed new data coming on the screen. "In fact, I think that the girl may have 'freed' the robot of all programming making it loyal to any one person or entity. It is its own person now."

"Can it develop new loyalties?" Scrooge asked.

"It can develop a lot more than just loyalties, sir. It's like a child with the intelligence and maturity of an adult. It'll learn extremely fast." Gyro sighed.

"What's stopping it from going back to F.O.W.L?" Scrooge said, ignoring how the Reaper was looking directly at him now, its head tilted.

Gyro frowned. "Nothing, sir. Absolutely nothing."

"The scientist is correct."

Scrooge could feel goosebumps quickly develop as he heard the raspy voice of the Reaper emerge from its armoured head.

"If I wanted to, I could instantly contact the nearest F.O.W.L agent, inform them of my location and await extraction." The Reaper then got up and began to… stretch. Could robots stretch? Scrooge pushed the thought aside. "However, I will not be doing that as of this moment, nor do I feel any wish to as well."

"Why not?" Scrooge asked, surprised at the words coming from the robot. "They made you, and Steelbeak was your master. Don't you feel any conviction to avenge him?"

"There is a more part of me that does wish that, as he was more than my master," the Reaper's head turned to face Scrooge. "But I was unintentionally created with not only a sense of irony, honour and morality, but also curiosity. Those emotions may have been repressed, but not to a full extent."

Gyro frowned.

"To answer your first question, I am curious. Curious at how you organics go through life and adventure." Reaper looked down at his hands. "I am curious because I have only known .L for my entire life. The only organic who could show me anything else disappeared, and was soon discovered to have betrayed F.O.W.L. But now, I have a chance to experience something new without having to be a death machine. I wish to see what it is living with the enemies of F.O.W.L before making my choice."

Scrooge scowled.

The robot continued. "If you would let me stay either here or at your place of resident as a free robot, I will not harm anyone you know, unless it is Dewey since I am still bound to detonate the bomb if you go against F.O.W.L without being attacked first, or if you try to remove the bomb. However, I am only bound for the period of one year. After that, I can remove the bomb if I so wish. I will experience your daily life and if it is better than what I experienced with F.O.W.L, then I will never rejoin them."

"Why should we trust him?" Gyro demanded.

Scrooge looked right at the Reaper dead in the green eyes, remembering how red they were when he saw this robot attack his nephew. Yet, somehow, despite that, he could make out a sliver of something in them, a sign of curiosity... and honesty. He sighed.

'Do I have the right to deny this thing the freedom of choice. No, I don't, but I can convince him to not join F.O.W.L, eventually if I let him have this choice. Also, he will remove the bomb from Dewey when he can if I succeed.'

"Alright, you have a deal." Scrooge said.

Fenton came into the room, and pretty much told Scrooge the same story.

"The bomb inside of him works like a sleeper cell," Fenton began. "It only works if someone activated it. It's dormant right now, and there's nobody to activate it, aside from the robot."

Scrooge frowned.

"Mr. McDuck, it's risky, even if you trust that robot or not. It's F.O.W.L tech, something none of us are experienced in." Gyro said, gesturing to his team.

Fenton frowned. "Well, I know someone who is."

"Absolutely not, Fenton!" Gyro snapped.

Scrooge was baffled.

"Gyro," Fenton frowned. "Gandra went against us once and it was many years ago. She's apologized and apologized! Why can't you just forgive her?"

Over the years, Gyro had come to respect Fenton as a scientist and as Gizmoduck. At the same time, Fenton learned not to fear Gyro. Both had become quite good friends over the countless years they had been forced to work with each other, and both scientist's complimented each other's personalities: Gyro learned how to be more empathetic while Fenton learned how to be tougher. However, as close as they were, even they had their ups and downs, especially when it came down to topics like Fenton's fiancée: Gandra Dee.

"For starters," Gyro hissed. "She locked me up in my own laboratory and electrocuted me!"

"Well, people change!" Fenton snapped.

The two scientists glared at one another.

"I'm sorry, Fenton," Scrooge sighed. "But I have a plan of action. I've made a deal with the robot, and in a year's time, I will be able to take out the bomb with guaranteed safety. I have nothing against Gandra, I just… I need him to be safe." Scrooge said sadly.

Fenton nodded. "Understandable, Mr. McDuck. Well, Dewey will be back to normal in about 4 hours. He'll need to rest."

Scrooge nodded. "Thank you."

ooo

Webby drove Dewey back to the mansion while Scrooge checked on Della in the hospital. He found Donald gently feeding her spoonfuls of pea soup. On the tiny over bed table sat more of Ms. Beakley's cooking.

"Hey Uncle Scrooge." Della nodded.

"How are you feeling, Della?" he asked, leaning on his cane.

"Y'know… I'm alive." she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Scrooge sat down on the bed. "Della, it's going to be a rough ride adjusting to life after all that trauma, but we're here for you."

"I know you are," Della smiled. "It's the boys I'm worried about."

Scrooge sighed. "Dewey is ecstatic to have you back. It's Huey and Louie I'm worried about."

"They're adults now." Della sighed.

Donald frowned. "That doesn't mean they don't try to reconcile with the person that gave birth to them."

Scrooge shook his head. "You can't force them to suddenly forgive Della."

Donald scowled. "They should."

"They should," Scrooge agreed. "But that doesn't mean they're going to. They've gone 18 years without a mom. It's going to take some time."

Della just let out an anguished sigh.

A few weeks later…

Della had been discharged from the hospital, and the school had reopened a couple of weeks ago after fixing the whole plumbing issue. Everyone, especially Louie, was having trouble readjusting.

"A chloroplast…" Dr. Quackmore rambled on, but Louie was zoning out.

Lena glanced at her boyfriend, who was looking weaker and weaker by the second.

"Louie?" Lena whispered. "Louie!"

"Huh?" he asked dumbly.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He shakily nodded. "I'm fine."

She frowned. He was pale, and his forehead glistened with sweat.

"You're not okay." she decided.

She raised her hand.

"Yes, Ms. DeSpell?" Dr. Quackmore asked.

"Sir, can Louie and I be excused? He needs to go to the nurse."

"Fine, fine," Dr. Quackmore said absentmindedly. "Just be back before last period."

Lena grabbed Louie firmly by the arm and dragged him out the door. Their friends exchanged worried glances as they left, but Lena gave them a reassuring smile.

"Louie, what happened?" Lena asked, as soon as they had exited the classroom, softly shutting the door behind her.

Louie could feel himself start shaking again. "I don't know… everything feels weird. We just came back from a thrilling adventure, and now we're sitting in some classroom?"

"It's going to be hard to readjust," she agreed. "You've been in countless adventures. Why is this one any different?"

"I wasn't myself. I didn't go on that adventure." Louie told her.

"Louie…"

"I'm sorry." he tried to apologize.

"It's not your fault!" she snapped.

Louie just sighed, and Lena dragged him away.

"Where are we going?"

"We're doing something bad," she grinned. "And I'm getting the Louie I know and love back!"

"But our stuff!" he protested.

"Don't worry about it." she smirked.

ooo

After school that day, the gang were at the mansion, relaxing after a long day of school. Della, who had been on crutches the past week, came into the TV room, and frowned when she saw the kids doing absolutely no schoolwork.

"Shouldn't you guys be doing homework or something?" she asked.

"Oh, it's okay Mom. We already finished—" Dewey tried.

Huey cut Dewey off, growing angry.

"What?" Huey growled, both in shock and disbelief.

Della straightened. "I asked if you were done with your homework, Hubert—"

"It's Huey. You would've known that if you stuck around." he sneered.

Della scowled, and Violet frowned at her boyfriend.

"Huey…" Violet tried.

He ignored Violet. "And I heard what you said. Who are you to ask whether I've finished my homework or not?" Huey growled.

"I-I'm your mother." she said, her voice wavering under Huey's murderous glare.

Huey couldn't believe it! She was gone for 18 years, and now she felt like she had authority over them?! Huey felt sick with rage. Their arguing must've caught the attention of the rest of the family, because they were in the TV room in an instant.

"You," Huey growled, "are not my mother."

Della's eyes widened, and she stepped back, petrified, as if Huey were a villain. She began sobbing and ran to the kitchen as best as she could on her crutches.

Donald glowered at Huey, and his voice started to waver. "She just got back home… how could you say that?!"

"Oh please, Uncle Donald. She's not our mother! She never was!" he hissed.

"I want you in your room now." Donald growled.

"I'm not a fucking kid, Uncle Donald!"

Donald seethed. "GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW HUEY!"

"FUCK YOU! FUCK BOTH OF YOU!" he shouted.

His brothers, Webby, Lena, and Violet all shuffled unasily at Huey's foul language. They shivered with fear when Donald's face grew red.

"HUBERT DUCK, IF YOU SAY ONE MORE BAD THING ABOUT YOUR MOTHER, I'LL—" Donald warned.

"SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER! I NEVER HAD A MOM!" Huey screeched.

"HUEY, I'M WARNING YOU!" Donald snarled.

"DO YOUR WORST, UNCLE DONALD!" Huey laughed, almost manically.

SLAP!

With his temper finally going through the roof, Donald raised his arm, and smacked Huey across the jaw, hard. The teenagers sucked in a sharp gasp when they heard the ugly sound. No matter how angry he got, Donald had never resorted to any form of physical punishment.

Huey was stunned. Everyone was stunned.

"Go. To. Your. Room. Now." Donald bit out.

Huey clutched his stinging cheek, and glared at Donald, angry tears welling in his eyes.

"I hate you, Uncle Donald." he declared, his voice soft and dangerous.

Donald's eyes widened when he realized what he had done. "Huey, I…"

"Just shut up!" Huey snapped.

And with that, Huey roughly shoved past his Uncle and stormed upstairs to his room.

SLAM!

Huey slammed his door so hard that the portraits downstairs shook. After a tense silence, the rest of the adults went to the kitchen, while the kids remained in the TV Room, still shocked.

"He's never said 'I hate you' to Uncle Donald. Never." Louie said.

ooo

Huey paced around his room angrily, throwing punches into the air. "Who the fuck does she think she is?! Does she think she can just waltz back into our lives?!" he growled.

Huey kicked his desk chair, making it fall. He slid all the contents of his desk onto the floor, making a huge mess of papers, pens, and pencils. Huey grabbed a family photo, and flung it across the room, the glass frame shattering against the wall. He was so angry! Huey saw a picture of Della, and tore it into shreds.

Meanwhile, the teenagers heard Huey up in his room from downstairs. He sounded like a caged beast. It was terrifying to hear! They heard screams, things being thrown, and loud thumps.

"I'm going upstairs." Violet finally said, standing up.

"Don't bother, Vi. Huey's impossible when he's angry." Dewey said, grabbing her arm.

"He's my boyfriend. I should have the right to calm him down. Or at least be there for him!" she said.

Dewey relented and let go of her arm.

Violet walked up the stairs, anxious. His screams and shouts were increasing in volume, terrifying her. Taking a deep breath, she reached his door, and gently knocked.

"GET LOST!" he roared.

"It's me." Violet said.

Silence followed, and Violet took that as a sign to come in. She gasped when she saw the horrendous sight.

There were papers scattered haphazardly across their room. Many things were broken, including various family photos, his desk lamp, and a few plants. Tiny pieces of glass were spread out everywhere. She assumed the glass came from his broken lamp bulb and the family pictures. Violet gasped when she saw the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, Huey's prized possession, carelessly thrown onto the floor alongside his hat. In the midst of all the chaos, Huey sat cross legged on the floor. His head was down and his hands were balled into tight fists.

"How's your cheek?" Violet asked, unsure of how to start the conversation.

"Why do you care?" he spat.

"Huey, please." she pleaded.

"It hurts." Huey growled.

She closed the door behind her, locking it. Violet walked towards him, carefully avoiding pieces of glass, and sat down next to him. His cheek was starting to bruise, and his lip was bleeding a bit. Violet tried not to gasp at the severity of Donald's slap, and gently wiped the blood off of his lip using her thumb.

There was a tense silence before Violet decided to get down to business.

"Huey, your mom—"

"SAVE IT!" he snapped.

Her confidence wavered.

"No." she said bravely.

He glared at her.

"Listen, Hothead! Your mom is back and you need to deal with that! You can't explode whenever she tries to talk to you! Be happy she's trying, Huey!"

"She never showed up for 18 years!" he snarled. "If she didn't make an effort back then, why should I try to make an effort now?"

"Huey, she was imprisoned," she gently reminded him. "It's not like she could've come back whenever she wanted to!"

He rolled his eyes, and Violet finally had enough. She wasn't going to make any progress with him if he was going to be angry and stubborn. He wanted to physically exert himself? Fine. But she would give it to him in a different way.

Sighing, she got up and turned off the light, surprising him. She carefully stepped around broken glass, and hoisted him up, pushing him onto the ladder that led to his bunk. He looked at her quizzically when she told him to climb to his bunk.

"What are you…?" he tried when he sat on his bunk.

"Shh." she soothed as she climbed onto his lap.

"Oh god, Vi. Don't do this to me." he murmured as she kissed him.

She pulled back the blankets and patted the mattress. "Lay down for me. On your back."

"What are you gonna do?" Huey asked nervously, though he had to admit he was also a little bit curious to know where this was going.

"Please," Violet said softly as she lay a hand on Huey's chest and slowly lowered him onto the mattress. "Just relax."

She leaned down and gently pressed her lips to his jawline, softly nuzzling it.

"You'll be alright," she whispered. "I promise you'll be okay."

Huey gasped in shock and sudden pleasure as Violet pressed herself into his groin, slowly and gently moving in a rhythm. He whimpered from the immense pleasure.

"Shh. You'll be alright." she whispered.

She gently nibbled on his earlobe. Huey's head lolled back, and he gasped as her hands sensually ran up and down his chest. He moaned as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, unable to focus. The feel of her lips on his ear felt so good, and he had to admit to himself that it was definitely turning him on. His erection pressed painfully against his jeans as she dry humped him. After getting rid of his jeans, Huey's breathing quickened as Violet continued to grind against his body. He shook slightly with pleasurable feelings. Violet's labored breathing was hot on his face, and he found himself not wanting this to stop.

"Huey…" Violet panted as she rubbed harder against him, "It's gonna be okay, I promise it will be okay,"

Huey whimpered in happiness and pleasure while he involuntarily gripped the sheets, becoming tangled in them. Violet continued her movements, leaning down to kiss Huey's neck. Huey wrapped his arms around her torso, breathing shallow and fast, his entire body tingling pleasantly with what could only be described as the best feeling in the universe. He felt comforted, he felt peaceful and loved. In that moment, he believed that everything his girlfriend said was true. He would be okay, he would survive. It wasn't the end of the world, and it wasn't as hopeless as it seemed before.

Violet gripped onto his shoulders, now grinding harder into him. She suddenly leaned down to capture Huey's mouth in a kiss, her tongue gently exploring. Huey moaned then, his mind exploding as a million fireworks went off all at once. It felt so good, Violet's tongue felt so right, and his body tensed as wave after wave of sensations hit him, all of them extremely pleasant. He loved his girlfriend, with all of his heart and soul, and this experience only proved that Violet's love for him, in turn, was a million times more than his could ever be.

"V-Violet… I'm close." he shakily warned.

"Shhh." she soothed.

Huey gave shaky whimpers as the pleasure increased by a thousand, and then something hot and wet and sticky erupted out of him, coating his black boxers. He cried out in blissful euphoria as it hit him. He laid there, his vision swimming as he bathed in the comfort and calm that settled over them.

Violet pulled him close, holding him tight and safe, stroking his hair. "I love you so much, Huey. Please don't ever forget that."

Huey was still struggling to catch his breath, and he nodded.

"I love you more," he gasped out weakly, his voice coming out as more of a whisper.

"Your mom loves you too. Huey. She's so sorry that she left you. Please give her a chance… please?" she asked.

"I will. I promise." he said, his voice hoarse.

"I love you." she whispered.

"Mmm, I love you more." he mumbled.

Huey pulled the blanket up, and Violet snuggled into his warm chest.

"I could get used to this, Vi." he said.

"Me too." she replied, her eyelids heavy.

After a brief silence, Violet started to laugh.

"What is it?" Huey asked, bemused.

"I was always wondering if one of you inherited Donald's temperamental nature. So you're the angry triplet?"

"I guess I am." Huey frowned, unsure of how he felt about the title.

"Oh loosen up, Huey! I'm just teasing you." she smiled.

"Mhmm? Well, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't tease you back." he grinned.

Violet let out a muffled laugh when Huey crushed his lips on top of hers.

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Donald hugged a crying Della.

"Hey, it's okay, Della. C'mon."

She looked at him with bloodshot eyes, scaring him.

"It's not okay, Don! He said I wasn't his mother!"

"Della." a heavily accented voice said.

They turned around to see Scrooge behind them.

"Of course you're not his mother. Not yet anyways. He's gone 18 years without a mom. He has to get used to this." Scrooge said softly.

She sniffled. "Should I go talk to him?"

Donald vigorously shook his head no, knowing Huey's temper was a lot like his own. He would probably be messing up his room by now.

"Huey is too angry and hurt to talk right now. Maybe when he's simmered down, we can all sit down and have a civil conversation." Donald said.

The three adults sighed.

"Here you go." Ms. Beakley said, giving Della some hot cocoa.

Della shakily took the cup, and gave her a shaky smile. "Thanks Agent 22."

Beakley gave a cup of nutmeg tea to Scrooge and Donald some green tea.

In the Living Room, the other 4 teenagers were enjoying the blissful silence. Huey's ferocious screams from upstairs were no more, and they could no longer hear Della's sobs coming from the kitchen.

"I think Violet got to him. It's so quiet now." Webby said.

Louie sighed, and Lena laid on his shoulder.

"I just wish he was easier on Mom." Dewey said.

"Me too. She was trying." Webby agreed.

Louie stayed silent, and Lena felt him tense up. Then Lena realized no one had asked him how he felt about Della. She decided to change the subject and ask him later.

"How about we put on a movie and take our minds off this?" Lena suggested.

"Sounds good." Dewey said.

The night ended with Lena and Louie cuddling together on one couch, while Dewey and Webby snuggled on the other. Duckworth smiled at the sight, and gave the two couples pillows and blankets when he saw that they were heavily asleep.

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ALL REAPER SCENES ARE WRITTEN BY THE TALENTED DALEK117

Some bad news…

I'm quitting fanfiction

Nah, I'm just fucking with you guys. I will be taking a small 3 day break! :) as much as I love writing, every author gets exhausted. This time my break is for relaxation, so don't kill me :)) you guys always say I overwork myself but seriously I'm fineeeeeee!

Anyway,

I feel like Huey's arc with Della in the show was rushed. Like they had one thing in common, and then Huey goes up to hug her. I feel like if Della and Huey didn't have that "Junior Woodchuck" connection, he would've been more hesitant, like Louie

Am I the only one who feels that way?

See you in 72 hours :D

—Jordan :)