Somebody please tell me how we're close to 250 already?

Ninjatana Warrior: Nope. But I'm just gonna have Violet use a plan b, cause I ain't trying to have a bunch of college aged teens having kids. And question: would you say that you're a Hufflepuff?

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Guest: I sensed the sarcasm, don't worry XD and I'm not sure yet. Maybe within the next 7 chapters?

Guest: no clue :) considering DT is such an in-depth show, with a lot of characters, I'm nowhere near the end of my story

dalek117: Don't worry about the protection, we have Plan B! And exactly. Glad you're not theorizing! I want to surprise you at least once man!

Guest: Maybe when they're older, but not now :) and Della wouldn't be happy about having her first grandchild when she's in her 40's

Guest: honestly, no. Their birthday was a bad one, they spent it in prison. I can try, and I'll let you know :)

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Let's Dewey It: And I love my readers way too much

riverajocabed1: Holy fuck, I know. I'm going to reach 250 by the end of this chapter and maybe I'll take another small break. Maybe. I don't like taking long breaks. I just want to slow down a little bit. It's only been 3 chapters since 200, and I've gotten 43 more reviews since :) You guys are absolutely amazing and I love you so much. I burst out laughing when I read the whole music bit. Shit, I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to HURT you DDD: and the testing for him will commence! And are you hinting at someone stealing HERO? YOU'D BETTER NOT. I THINK THAT TINY ROBOT'S GROWN ON ME, DON'T YOU EVEN TRY JOCABED!

dewdrop: I'll admit, I do get frustrated. I would like more favorites, every author does, but again, I'm not going to expect them. You guys are all I need :)

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rivera, I'm giving you a break. Crank up the Knock Hard Life!

ooo

Donald sat by his nephew's bedside, the same place he'd been since they'd finally let Donald see him, it had been a little over twenty four hours and he still hadn't woken up. Donald knew it wasn't Scrooge's fault but he couldn't help but be angry at him.

Sighing, Donald squeezed Louie's hand.

"Come on, Louie. Wake up, please just wake up." he murmured, repeating the same sentence for the millionth time.

Della stepped into the doorway to see a pale and almost lifeless Louie laying on a white bed. He had dozens different machines hooked up to him, which always unsettled Della the most. It was hard to see her son in that state. Donald sat beside the bed, his hand intertwined with Louie's. Della couldn't see his face, but his hair was sticking up all over the place; a clear sign that he hadn't slept and that he was also constantly running his hand through his hair.

Stepping into the room she swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Hey, Donnie." she said, trying not to let her voice crack.

Donald didn't bother turning around and look at her. "What are you doing here? I thought you went home."

"You haven't come home in over twenty four hours. I'm here to take you home." Della said, as she sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the bed.

"I don't need anyone taking care of me, Dumbella." Donald said shortly.

She ignored him. "Louie is your nephew that you raised. and I know you're beating yourself up about this. I can tell you haven't eaten or slept since the accident." Della said as she looked at Donald worriedly.

"It doesn't matter if I sleep or eat, what matters is Louie waking up." Donald said.

"It does matter Donald. You really think Louie will be happy to wake up to see that you haven't been taking care of yourself? I know you're worried about Louie but he's a fighter and he's not going to want to see you like this, you need to take care of yourself as well" Della said her anger seeping into her voice.

Donald sighed closing his eyes. "I know, I know, alright but I can't bring myself to leave. I need to be here for her when he wakes up, I'm all he has left."

"No you're not."

She gestured for someone to come inside. The unmistakable fabric of his well pressed green suit was a dead giveaway to who he was.

"Gladstone." Donald said evenly.

"Come on, Don. I'm here to take you home."

Donald was surprised. He had never heard his cousin talk so gently. Fethry, maybe, but Gladstone was usually so invested in himself to pay any attention to anyone else. It felt nice to see him worried about Donald's wellbeing.

"We're all a family no matter what and family comes first. We're not going to leave Louie completely alone. Now I'll sit here with Louie while you and Gladstone get some food. And after you eat, he's dropping you back home."

Before Donald could argue, Della waved her hand dismissively.

"It wasn't a suggestion Donald, I will have Gladstone drag you out of here if I have to." Della said glaring at him.

"But…" Donald started.

"No buts Donald, you're going to the cafeteria and getting some food. I'll call you if anything happens." Della said, still glaring at him.

Donald sighed as Gladstone walked into the room.

"Come on, Donnie. We all know you're hungry and tired. And Daisy's all alone on your houseboat." Gladstone chuckled.

Donald rolled his eyes as he stood up, bending over the bed to kiss Louie's forehead. "Fine, but it's going to be a quick break."

"I don't care how long it takes as long as you eat some actual damn food and sleep in a bed. Now go, Louie's going to be fine" Della said with a smirk.

"I hate both of you." Donald grumbled as he and Gladstone left the room.

Della could hear Gladstone laugh as he responded, "Whatever man we know you love us."

Della smiled as she looked at Louie on the bed, resting her hand on top of Louie's she spoke

"Come on, Lou. I need you. We all need you" she said softly.

ooo

Huey gently kissed Violet's forehead.

After buying a contraceptive pill from the drugstore, along with birth control and condoms, the two were lounging around the Sabrewing household.

"This is nice." he murmured, lacing his fingers around hers.

They were in her bedroom after another session of making love, this time not forgetting the protection. She was cuddled up against his chest while he stroked her hair.

"It is." she agreed.

"I wish I could stay in this moment, forever. Everything feels so much better when I'm with you."

She gently kissed him. "Our bond feels so much more… stronger."

He kissed her again. "I know. I feel it too. I love you so much, Vi."

She smiled, feeling drowsy. "I love you so much too, Huey."

The couple fell asleep with small smiles on their faces.

ooo

It was midmorning. Della swapped places with the kids, and they were watching over Louie.

Ms. Beakley frowned.

She was waiting for Della just at the gates of the mansion, having been told by her to wait there while she ran up to the mansion to quickly check something out before coming back. Beakley's instincts started to kick in, and she anticipated bad news. Her suspicions were confirmed when Della soon walked up to her, acting as if she was on a leisurely stroll, obviously faking it. As soon as she reached her, Della lowered her voice and stood next to Beakley.

"Do you happen to have in your possession a black box with a gold lock on it?" Della asked all of a sudden in a whisper.

Beakley's eyes immediately widened in surprise and concern. "Yes I do, though no-one should know of it. How do you know?"

"Because I saw the Reaper open it last night, and found an entire collection of photos of Henry and Rachel." Della replied grimly.

Beakley was stunned, but then started to growl in anger. "How did he find it?! And why is he looking through those photos! They're private..."

"Quiet," Della warned. "He'll hear you."

"How? He's nowhere in sight."

"Trust me, 22. He's equipped with hyper advanced hearing. I don't even know how far away he can hear in clear detail, but I know for a fact that as long as he is in the mansion, no conversation is safe. He may not send anything to F.O.W.L. but he'll sure as hell will record everything," Della sighed. "That robot has no sense of privacy whatsoever."

Beakley felt a growing sense of dread inside her. She tried to ignore it by listening in to Della's explanation of what happened a few nights ago.

"So, he has a personal connection to Henry… that's probably one of the reasons why he offered the deal to Scrooge." Beakley surmised, with Della nodding in agreement.

"He did speak about Henry a few times back in Mexico, though usually when I was in a drugged state, so I don't remember anything that he said." Della said, frowning at the memory.

"That's unfortunate. But I don't get why he would be interested in Rachel, or what his true connection to Henry is," Beakley said, warily eyeing the entrance to McDuck Manor in case the Reaper decided to exit.

"I don't know anything about him and Henry, but he sure hates Rachel," Della commented. "If his weapons were powered by hate, he would have obliterated any photo that Rachel occupied with his gaze alone." She shuddered. "I never saw him like that at all, even if I tried to escape back in Mexico or if I went against his directives. He was never angry, just eerily calm."

"Do you think he hates Webby?" Beakley asked, suddenly scared for her granddaughter.

Della shook her head. "I don't think so. He's had so many chances to kill either her or Dewey. If he did hate her, he would've done something. No, I may think at worst he's disappointed with her for some reason."

"How do you know for certain?" Beakley asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously at Della, who looked away.

"I don't." Della admitted.

Inside, the Reaper listened in to their conversation as he held the picture of Henry, Steelbeak and Black Heron in his hand. If he had a mouth, he would have smiled in admiration of the plan that Della and Agent 22 came up with to find out more and ensure that their kids were fine. They didn't have to worry about him harming them. He had no plan or desire to do so, unless it was Dewey with the bomb, but of course, that was a different set of conditions on its own. However, if Rachel Beakley was alive… his promise not to harm anyone would have been impossible to make.

So for now, he'll play along with their plan, though he won't make it easier for them. The same is to be said for Dewey and Scrooge, who were launching their own private investigations into him. Which was fine. It would be interesting to see who figures it out first.

Once again, he was glad that he had proper emotions. Otherwise, he wouldn't get any enjoyment out of this. As Henry once said, 'the fun in watching a mystery that you know is seeing how others put the pieces together' and the Reaper could not find any reason to dispute him.

"On a side note," Della swallowed, eyeing Beakley nervously. "The robot heard something else."

"Oh no." Beakley murmured.

"Actually… it was… Dewey and Webby."

"Dewey and Webby? What on earth could they possibly be—" Beakley caught herself, when she saw Della's nervousness. The gears slowly turned inside her head: Dewey and Webby had been home alone the past few days, and they've been closer than ever.

"Oh…" Beakley said with realization, her voice small. "That."

"Yeah." Della muttered, scratching the back of her neck.

"I don't think we should be too worried, Della," she said. "Those two have been dating forever. They're meant to be."

"You're okay with the fact that those two had sex?"

"They're young adults, it was anticipated sooner or later. But I'll definitely have a chat with Webby, and you should talk to Dewey."

"Sounds great." Della smiled weakly.

Beakley managed a smile before heading inside the mansion. Reaper was calmly standing off to the side in the front hall.

"What are you looking at?" Beakley sneered. Needless to say she was no fan of the robot—he had served her daughter's killer, he tortured Della, he instilled a bomb inside of Dewey, and he had snooped through her things.

"Nothing. Everything's okay." Reaper said a little too innocently.

Beakley continued marching forwards.

"The same can't be said about those two Beagle Boys in your bedroom." he murmured.

It was true: Webby mentioned stuffing two of Louie's assailants into the trunk of their car, and Beakley had them bounded in her bedroom. She had been keeping them there hostage ever since, questioning them.

Beakley whipped around, furious.

"Listen here, you miserable waste of scrap metal! You don't call the shots around here! You are to be monitored so you don't go off the rails again and become evil! You think after all you've done to my family, I'm just going to trust or like you?!"

The robot remained patient.

"Listening to everyone's conversations is disrespectful enough, you horrid monstrosity. You think you have the right to snoop through my possessions as well?!" Beakley growled.

"I'll turn off my advanced hearing if that's what you wish." he said softly.

Beakley pulled back, but her expression remained stoic. "That would be wonderful." she said in a voice that dripped with sarcasm.

"Very well." the robot frowned.

She glared at him. "And if you ever set foot in my bedroom, or anywhere else where you don't belong, I will personally make sure that you regret the day you were ever manufactured. Do I make myself clear?"

The robot didn't break the gaze, and whispered, "Crystal."

ooo

Scrooge was stressed.

Dewey refused to look at him or speak to him, and when they did talk, it usually erupted into an argument. He walked into his office, and set his top hat on his desk. Over the past few days, he had been drinking heavily to forget his troubles.

"The nerve of that boy." he grumbled, opening the cabinet, frowning when he saw that all of the alcohol was gone. That was strange. He swore he had bought more last night.

"Drinking isn't going to get you anywhere, Scroogie." a low, condescending, yet flirtatious voice came from the shadows.

"What are you doing here?" Scrooge asked. He wasn't angry, he didn't have the energy to be angry. He sounded drained and desperate for his alcohol.

"Saving you, that's what." she snorted.

She made herself visible, and Scrooge caught his breath, the way he always did when he saw her: Goldie O'Gilt. She was sitting on the windowsill, a wine glass in hand, a devious smirk dancing on her lips. Goldie slowly walked towards him, sat at his desk, and swivelled the chair around, propping both her legs on his desk—all without spilling a drop of wine.

"You're just like Sharpie: drinking to relieve your stress." Goldie said, clicking her tongue disapprovingly, sipping her drink.

He crossed his arms. "I'm not in the mood."

"Well, get in the mood!" she snapped.

"I don't need anyone lecturing me. I'm Scrooge McDuck!" Scrooge grumbled.

"And that's the problem." Goldie scowled.

Scrooge raised his brow, and she rolled her eyes at his cluelessness.

"Woah, Scrooge McDuck is a huge billionaire? Wait what? He's made dozens of enemies in the process of becoming one? AHH! His family gets hurt because of him!" she said.

Scrooge scowled.

"It's your fault." Goldie murmured.

"How do you even know all this?"

"Dewey told me. He said how you wouldn't listen to anyone."

He glared at her. "Why are you here?"

She ignored the question. "Do you seriously think that you're right?"

"I'm always right!" he cried indignantly.

"No you're not," Goldie said firmly, sipping her wine. "You're scared."

He snarled.

Goldie frowned. "You've always been scared that your family might get hurt because of you, and now that it's happened, you just can't accept it."

Scrooge couldn't hold it in any longer. He buried his face in his hands and began to cry.

ooo

The next few days were a blur for the Duck family and friends. Huey, Dewey and Webby usually visited Louie who was yet to wake up. Scrooge and Dewey refused to talk to each other, though Scrooge looked more and more apologetic. Donald spent a lot of time at the hospital, and usually returned home late with Gladstone.

It was a late night. Della was at the hospital, Beakley, Daisy, Donald, and Gladstone had gone to a bar, and Scrooge and Goldie were out on a date. The kids, minus Lena, were at the mansion.

"I'm worried." Dewey frowned.

He and Webby were cuddling together on the couch, watching a movie, which was becoming routinely for them. Webby frowned and paused their movie.

"About?" she asked, turning to face him.

Dewey aimlessly reached inside her shirt, and traced small patterns on her lower back with his finger. "Louie still needs to wake up. What if he doesn't?"

She let out a small laugh and Dewey pouted.

"I don't think this is funny." he frowned.

"Dewey," Webby said. "Of course he'll wake up. The doctors said so. It's scientifically impossible for him to not wake up."

"I know, I know." Dewey said, obviously still worried.

She gently cupped his cheek and softly kissed him. He closed his eyes and melted into the kiss.

"He'll wake up, Dewey." she whispered.

Dewey rested his head against Webby's soft chest, and closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. Webby stroked her boyfriend's hair, gently running her nails through his thick locks. Dewey wrapped his strong arms around her waist and the young couple fell asleep together.

Upstairs, Violet was patiently tutoring Huey in what he missed in Biology.

"This is confusing." Huey frowned, the various diagrams on the paper making him feel dizzy.

"I know," Violet agreed. "But it gets easier with practice."

Huey massaged his temples, and Violet gently closed the textbook.

"I think we've done enough." Violet said.

Huey smiled gratefully at his girlfriend.

"I should be going soon." Violet said.

Huey pouted. "This early?"

"It's 2 in the morning, Hubert." she said.

"We'll be done by 3." Huey said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Done what by 3?" Violet asked, throwing her arms around his neck, fighting the urge to smile.

"You know what I mean." he answered before kissing her.

Violet giggled as Huey started undressing her.

ooo

Della frowned, looking at Louie. The doctors said he would wake up within the next week, but he hadn't been showing any signs of waking up ever since he was admitted into his room.

The other adults were in the waiting room. She was alone with him. Della knelt next to him and gripped Louie's hand.

"I promised I wouldn't cry." she said.

Louie remained silent.

"But I don't think I can keep that promise. I just want you to know that I love you so much, Louie." she said, tearing up.

A tear hit Louie's hand.

Splash!

Louie felt water hit his hand. The sensation was familiar.

Splash! Splash!

More of Della's tears hit his hand and Louie began stirring.

"L-Louie…?" Della asked, seeing his eyelids twitch a bit.

Wake up, Llewellyn. Louie commanded himself.

"Louie, I love you so much. Please wake up!" Della begged.

…

"…mom?"

ooo

It was about 5AM when Huey received a call from his mother.

"Hello?" Huey drowsily asked.

"Huey! It's Mom! Louie woke up!"

Huey's eyes widened. "He did?!"

"Only for a little bit, though. He was very confused and scared."

"Is he okay now?"

"He fell asleep, but the doctors said that's normal."

"Can we come see him?"

"In the morning."

"Okay. Thanks, Mom." Huey said.

Violet, who had been asleep on his bare chest, started stirring when she heard Huey's voice.

"Hubert?" she tiredly asked.

"Hey," he whispered. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

Violet smiled. "It's okay. Who was on the phone?"

"It was Mom. She said that Louie woke up!"

Violet grinned. "That's great!"

"We can visit them in the morning."

Alright. Let's get some sleep." she smiled.

Downstairs, Webby heard Dewey's phone buzz. He was still asleep, his head buried in her chest. Webby gently grabbed his phone, careful not to wake him up. This was the first time he was sleeping peacefully in weeks.

"Hello?" Webby asked.

"Webby? It's Della."

"O-oh! Hi!" Webby stuttered.

"What are you doing with Dewey's phone?" Della said, amused.

"W-we we're pulling an all nighter and we fell asleep in the living room."

"Oh, okay. Louie woke up, but only for a little while."

"That's great!" Webby smiled, relieved.

She felt Dewey stir, and his arms tightened around her waist. He snuggled deeper into her soft chest to block out any noise. Webby gently stroked his hair, trying to lull him back to sleep.

"Are we allowed to see him?"

"Not yet. Visiting hours don't start until 11. But, I'll see you then"

"Sounds great, Ms. Duck."

"Honey, I know I'm your boyfriend's mother, but please call me Della." she laughed.

"O-okay Della."

"Alright. See you soon."

"Bye!" Webby said, a little too quickly.

Webby hung up, relieved. She wasn't sure how Louie managed to lie so easily.

Still buried in her chest, Dewey let out a soft snore, and Webby smiled.

ooo

Early the next morning, everyone was getting ready to go and see Louie.

Dewey just stepped out of the shower to see his great uncle standing there. Goldie stood beside him.

"Dewey…" Scrooge tried.

Dewey ignored him and went to grab his clothes. He grabbed his black Duckburg Devils hoodie with his number 10 on the back. He felt a spark of pain when he saw Louie's Devil hoodie, the hand sown number 12 a hollow reminder of his absence. He wished Louie was here. His Aunt Goldie intimated him, but she seemed to get along just fine when Louie. But up until he had called her, he felt like no adult was on his side. He told her everything, and she came right away to smack some sense into Scrooge.

Now she was here.

So why couldn't he say anything?

"Dewey," Goldie said firmly.

Dewey wanted to look away, but his fear of Goldie won out. He stiffly turned to face her and she smiled at him.

"Tell your Uncle everything you told me on the phone."

"Really?" Dewey seemed surprised. "I called him a lot of curse words."

She smirked. "Exactly."

Dewey grinned.

Scrooge stood there, jaw hung open.

"I didn't like how you immediately pointed your finger at me," Dewey said evenly. "You has no right. I admit it was wrong of us to go out and go look for Louie and not tell you, but it was a mistake. And that's as close to being justified as you are. That fucking bomb comment—"

"I know!" Scrooge interrupted. "I wish I could take it back."

"Well you can't." Dewey seethed.

Goldie spoke up. "But he also can't change the past. Scrooge needs to control his ego, and you need to learn how to forgive. Because, Dewey, family comes first."

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Uncle Scrooge."

Goldie smiled.

"I'm sorry too, lad. It's just… I love you guys so much, and I hate the fact it was my fault. I promise I'll do better in the future." Scrooge said earnestly.

Dewey hugged him.

ooo

Louie lay in his hospital room staring at the muted T.V. screen. After going through all the tests and getting the all clear, he was returned to his hospital room where he was fed his very disgusting liquid diet. The nurse told him since they had to repair his stomach he would have to be on a liquid diet for a couple of days giving the internal stitches time to properly heal.

Sighing Louie closed eyes leaning his head back against his pillow. He wasn't allowed to leave his hospital room unless it was to have more tests done. His mother had gone to buy some coffee.

Massaging his temples Louie groaned in pain. The doctors told him that as a side effect of the concussion he would get severe headaches. Reaching for the controller on his bed he pushed the nurse's button, hoping she would give him something to help with the headache.

"Headache bothering you again Louie?" the nurse Amy asked as she walked into the room.

Louie didn't open his eyes but he nodded his head. "Yeah it's pretty bad."

"I'll insert some pain meds into your IV, they should kick in pretty soon" nurse Amy said as she injected the medication "Call me if you need anything okay Louie?" she said.

"Thank you, Amy." Louie said as she left the room.

Seconds later he could feel the pain meds entering his blood stream, and the pounding headache slowly going down to a low dull. Sighing Louie gently closed his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes to checking if the lights were still too bright, when a movement by the doorway caught his eye.

"S-Selene?" Louie asked not being able to tell who the person was quite yet.

The person laughed, but he could tell that they were nervous. "No, dweeb."

At the sound of her voice Louie snapped his eyes open. Lena stood in his hospital room doorway wearing jeans with her Duckburg High hoodie. She was smiling but Louie could see the redness around her swollen eyes, like she'd been crying. Even now, she was trying to hold back her tears.

"Lena?" he asked, shocked that she was here.

ooo

Alright, I've been all over tumblr, and the amount of people who think "Louie's Eleven" is a title reference to his age. Please tell me I'm not the only one who knew it was a reference to the HEIST film, "Oceans Eleven"?

Andddd I'm ending it here. It's currently 6AM here in Toronto and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep.

—(a very sleep deprived) Jordan :)