Sorry about the long wait. I was having a midlife crisis

Ninjatana Warrior: Yes! And maybe we'll see that in a future chapter ;)

Guest: Maybe I will, but it'll take a while for the story to reach Winter :)

Guest: Magica… hmm. That'll definitely complicate things for Louie and Lena. Good idea!

Guest: Yep!

Guest: Let me know what names you're thinking about!

Guest: I read "Captain Dewey", and I immediately fell in love with the story. I've always wanted to write about if Dewey stayed with the Sky Pirates, but she's already doing that :) I wouldn't want to steal her thunder or anything, so I can't really "Do the story"

creatura726: I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THE GOOD DOCTOR CAMEO. IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL. Dalek is an amazing author, and it's making ME uneasy when I read his drafts. Oohhh I love that song!

dalek117: Got the next section right now! Good timing too! :) and thanks for the pep talk last night :)

Caetlyn27: RIGHT? What is Dewey Duck's dark truth? Dewey Dew Night? Nah, that can't be it. And Henry's past will be revealed soon :)

Boss Teal: I should probably write about that XDD

Orochi: ;)))))

Let's Dewey It: YOUR REVIEWS MAKE MY DAY!

riverajocabed1: ONLINE CLASSES ARE A PAIN IN THE ASS. Hmm does Louie have a will? I think I'll do a chapter on that, or a little blurb in a chapter. Interesting idea! Reaper makes me uneasy as well, don't forget I'm not the one who's writing when it comes to him. Dalek is an amazing author. The fact that he can make us terrified of a non-canon character in a fanfiction is incredible

Ninjatana Warrior has agreed to be our Hufflepuff! And your sisters on the right track. Things are gonna be very awkward when she comes to know what those "items" really are D:

Guest: Hmm, Valentine's Day. We're in the middle of spring in my story, so it'll have to wait XDD

dewdrop: You're welcome! Thanks for the asks!

On with the story!

ooo

20 years ago…

Steelbeak noticed that his best friend was acting off. Ever since Henry was assigned to kill that girl, Rachel Beakley, he had been a lot more distant and awkward around him and Black Heron.

They were at a dinner party, hosted by High Command.

"Alright," Steelbeak said. "What the hell is going on with you?"

Henry looked uninterested. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb," Black Heron said pointedly. "Ever since you went on that mission, you've been acting strange."

"I don't want to talk about it." Henry mumbled.

Steelbeak was alarmed. Henry never kept secrets from him.

"You're going to tell me now." Steelbeak growled.

"Or what?" Henry laughed, knowing full well that Steelbeak wouldn't hurt him.

Steelbeak scowled. "Just tell me. You never hide things from me."

Henry rolled his eyes. "Well, I hide the fact that I know that you still watch Caillou, Steelbeak."

Black Heron grinned. "Really?"

"Shut up." Steelbeak blushed.

"Oh yeah," Henry smirked. "I think he's even written some fanfiction."

Black Heron nearly choked. "Fanfiction about Calliou?!"

Steelbeak clenched his jaw. "Shut up, Henry! Don't change the topic!"

"So you're not denying the whole fanfiction thing?" Henry teased.

Steelbeak didn't lose the glare.

Reaper showed up. "Henry's vital signs show that he is releasing high levels of dopamine, which indicates that he is in love."

Henry glared at his robot. "The same chemical is released whenever I'm around my friends, Reaper," he said coldly. "Be gone."

Reaper did as he was told, and Henry sighed in relief. He loved his robot, he really did, but he didn't need Reaper revealing his secret.

"That robot wasn't lying," Black Heron muttered. "He can't lie. So what happened?"

"Are you in love?" Steelbeak asked.

Henry sighed. "He was being serious about the dopamine stuff, but come on guys. I've been on depressing missions all week. Of course my dopamine level is going to go up when I'm with my friends."

Heron considered this. "He has a point."

"It does make sense." Steelbeak frowned.

"Exactly," Henry nodded, relieved that he had gotten away with the lie. "But let's say I did fall in love."

"With who?!" Black Heron asked excitedly.

"No, no," Henry tried. "What if I fell in love with someone I wasn't supposed to?"

Steelbeak frowned. "Like?"

"Let's say… somebody like the president." Henry said.

Heron shook her head. "Then I'd never accept it. We're F.O.W.L, Henry. We're supposed to go against people like that."

Steelbeak thought about it. "She's right."

"So you're putting my job in front of my feelings?" Henry asked in disbelief.

"Yes we are," Heron frowned. "Who knows what F.O.W.L would do if they found out that their best agent was romantically involved with someone who values peace and democracy."

Steelbeak nodded. "She's right. You know what they did to my mouth. There are consequences."

Henry stood up angrily. "I think I've lost my appetite."

"Henry, this dinner party is hosted by High Command. If you leave now, it might make you look bad." Heron warned, but Henry was already putting on his coat.

"I don't care. I'll see you two back at the base." Henry growled.

Henry stormed out of the restaurant and into his car, hurriedly backing out of the parking lot so his friends couldn't catch him. He sped down the freeway and wiped the tears from his eyes—his friends, who he had thought had been on his side this whole time and would support whatever decision he made, put his job first rather than his feelings. Yes, he would forever be a F.O.W.L agent, and yes, that meant he had to face the consequences, but that didn't mean his job defined his entire life.

He pulled into a familiar driveway and gently knocked on her door.

"Henry?" Rachel asked in shock.

Henry wore a well pressed tuxedo. He should've been looking sharp, but his ocean blue eyes were dull, and unhappy. His hair was disheveled, which signaled that he had been running his hands through it in frustration.

"What are you doing here?"

He snorted. "It's cold out here and I'm in a bad mood. The least you could do is invite me inside."

She gave a resigned sigh before allowing him in. He took his blazer and shoes off and sat down in her living room. Henry noticed that she was wearing a very short nightgown and smirked.

"Eyes up, buddy." she warned when she saw his eyes traveling down to her thighs.

"Sorry," he muttered undoing his constricting tie.

"For the second time, what are you doing here, Vanderquack?" she asked from the kitchen.

"I came to see you."

She gave him a pissed look before handing him a mug filled with steaming hot tea.

"See me?" she asked incredulously.

"I needed closure about us." he said, setting the tea down once he finished it.

"We had sex once. It ends there," she growled. "It's bad enough we lied about killing each other to our respective agencies. You know how bad it'll be when they figure out?"

"If they figure out," Henry said. "Which they won't."

Rachel groaned and clutched her head in distress. "So why are you here? To tell me that you want to start a relationship? Get real, Henry! We're spies! It's our literal job to find out secrets, there's no way we can date without getting noticed."

"We can try!" Henry urged.

She sighed, and Henry pulled her onto his lap. Rachel made no move to stop him.

"Just so you know, this doesn't mean anything." Rachel grumbled when he began kissing her neck.

"It doesn't." he agreed, smiling when she slipped off his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

She slid his shirt off his shoulders, and marveled at his body. "Where even were you dressed up this fancy?"

"On a date." Henry said, sliding her nightgown off of her body.

Rachel abruptly stopped and gave him an angry look.

"Jealous?" he grinned.

"Absolutely not." she grumbled, knowing that he was fibbing.

Henry smirked, unhooking her bra. "I was at a dinner party hosted by my workplace that you hate so much."

"You're trying to overthrow the world. Am I supposed to like you?" Rachel asked hotly.

Both were now topless and Henry carried her towards her bedroom. Upon stepping into her bedroom, he noticed that her desk was piled high with files and S.H.U.S.H paperwork. A small lamp illuminated her workspace.

"You like me." he said plainly, dropping her onto the bed and straddling her.

"Because you're not a complete asshole." she grumbled, unbuckling his belt and shoving his dress pants down his toned thighs.

He took a moment to kick off his pants, leaving him in his boxer shorts.

"I'll take that as a compliment." he smiled, kissing her.

"It's a hollow one." she grumbled.

"Still a compliment." he smirked.

"Oh shut up and come here."

ooo

It was five in the morning when Steelbeak went to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk after a long night. He had nearly finished the last few sips when he glanced over at the doors to the base, startled. A dark shape came through, looking very shifty. The shape moved to go through the doors that led to the bedrooms.

"Ahem," Steelbeak coughed.

The shape cringed and whipped around.

"Out late?" Steelbeak asked casually.

"Uh…" Henry said.

"One of your collars is untucked," he noticed.

Henry hastily fixed it, wondering how he was going to explain himself.

"I hope you had a good time."

"Steelbeak…" Henry started.

"Black Heron and I had to impress High Command so they wouldn't ask about you and your whereabouts."

"Oh…"

"Oh, he says," Steelbeak muttered.

"Whatever." Henry turned away, going through the doors to his room.

"Don't turn your back on me!" Steelbeak snapped in a harsh tone he never used on Henry.

Henry growled. "Why are you always hovering over me?!"

"I've never had to before, but now I have to!" Steelbeak snapped. "You skipped an important dinner, you're coming home late, you turn off your locater, and you've been neglecting me and Heron!"

"Well, maybe this is the new me! Maybe I don't want to be like this anymore! I never asked for this life!"

"Well, you chose to stay in it!"

The two men glared at each other.

"Then maybe I'll leave." Henry muttered.

"What's gotten into you?! You've never had a problem with it before!" Steelbeak interrogated.

"Well, I do!"

"Why?!"

"Because we're evil, Steelbeak!"

"That's never stopped you before!"

"Then maybe I'll start here!"

Steelbeak shook his head. "You can't leave. F.O.W.L has been good to us! They provided us with a home, they taught us how to fight and take care of ourselves!"

"F.O.W.L also severed your mouth, you steel faced freak!" Henry snapped.

He regretted the words as soon as they escaped his mouth. Steelbeak's eyes widened and he took a step back.

"Steelbeak… I'm sorry."

"Save it," Steelbeak muttered, walking away.

Henry caught his arm, and spun him around so he faced him. "No, let's talk. I just got angry."

"You've never called me a freak." he mumbled.

"I know, and I'm sorry." Henry said seriously.

There was a moment of silence.

"You were always the one who stuck up for me when I had nobody… if you leave—"

"If I leave you'll be alone?" Henry finished.

Steelbeak nodded. "We were raised together. You're my brother."

Henry sighed. "I know! Listen, Steelbeak! I've ended so many lives because F.O.W.L told me to. So have you and Heron!" his voice cracked with emotion. "When does it all end? What happens if F.O.W.L does succeed and there's nothing to larceny against? What then? Everything we've worked for will be for nothing, and I want to get out of the endless loop before it even starts."

With those words hanging in the air, Henry left Steelbeak alone.

ooo

-Present Time-

Webby awoke to the comforting feeling of strong arms wrapped around her in a protective grasp. Looking up at Dewey she couldn't help but giggle. She was so happy. Placing a soft kiss on his nose she whispered to him.

"Dewey?"

Dewey's eyes fluttered open in a tired haze. Looking down at her, he gave her a dazed smile.

"Good morning, Webbs. How do you manage to look so beautiful when you've just woken up?" Dewey asked, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

Webby let out a laugh. "I look terrible when I wake up."

Dewey couldn't help the grin that grew on his face at her adorable laughter.

"Well not today!" he chuckled as he sat up.

Webb pulled him back down, kissing him passionately.

"Don't get up so soon! I want to cuddle more!" she pouted as she rested her chin on his chest.

Dewey rolled his eyes and laughed at how cute she was when she pouted.

"Webby…" Dewey protested halfheartedly. "You wanted to talk to Reaper, remember?"

Webby huffed in annoyance.

"Fine… but next time you have to cuddle me more!" she said as she got off of him, allowing him to sit up.

He grinned at her before pulling her in for a tight hug. "Of course. It takes a lot to not cuddle you all the time."

Webby let out a giggle as she hugged him back. Unwillingly he let go of her and began to pull his clothes on one by one. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay in bed with her forever. But if he did that he would risk getting caught by Beakley, who wasn't too thrilled about their sexual relations. Webby placed her feet on the floor, stretching her arms over her head. She hadn't slept that well in ages. Pulling on her underwear she looked over at Dewey who was putting his shirt on.

Once downstairs, Webby leaned against the TV room door frame, frowning at the robot.

The Reaper stood still as he watched the TV screen with seemingly total attention, ensnared into the animated show that was playing out for him on the screen. Webby could scarcely believe that a murder bot would be invested into watching a show that did not even involve killing at all. Then again, maybe it was something that he learnt from her father.

She had no doubt in her mind that the Reaper had told her the truth that he knew her father well, but she did have her doubts about hearing what it had to say about him. The Reaper obviously had a bias against her mom and she was worried that the Reaper may try to turn her against her mom and granny through these stories. She sighed in resignation. Only one way to find out.

Knowing that Dewey was just round the corner, waiting in case the Reaper tried any manipulation on her, she walked towards him.

"Um... Reaper?" Webby awkwardly asked in order to get the robot's attention. "Are you free to..."

"One minute, please, Webbigail," Reaper said, not even turning to look at her, still watching the screen intently as the action scene reached its climax. Webby herself couldn't help but watch it as well, enjoying almost every second of it until the fight ended and the ad break went on. As soon as the show went off, the Reaper looked directly at Webby, making a part of her think that this was a bad idea.

"My apologies, but I could not bear to have missed the final minute of that show. I have to say, you organics make great entertainment on screen."

"I understand," Webby said, still unsure of herself. "But can I talk to you about my father?"

The Reaper stood still for a minute before nodding. "Certainly. There is much to talk about, and there won't be much time for today."

"Why not?" Webby asked, curious.

"Because Agent 22 has installed sensors that detect if you spend more than a certain amount of time in the same room as me. It will alert her. I can guarantee that she would attempt to dismantle me with her bare hands if she got that alert."

"That does sound like Granny, though you say that as if she won't be able to do that to you." Webby commented.

"She would fail, miserably," the Reaper stated in a confident tone, causing Webby to shiver as she believed him.

But then Reaper shook his head and motioned for Webby to have a seat. "Where would you like me to begin?"

As Webby sat down on the couch, she thought of everything that she wanted to know about her father. There was a lot of things, but an idea popped up in her thoughts.

"My father was a member of F.O.W.L. before he was assigned to kill my mom." Webby stated, hoping that Reaper would not get mad at the mention of her mother, but he simply nodded in confirmation. "Why was he a part of it? When did he join?"

The Reaper sat down on the floor, in front of her. "When he was little, he was an orphan, his parents were killed in an accident that he couldn't remember. The orphanage that took care of him was secretly run by F.O.W.L. using it as a way to recruit and train new agents to join."

Webby gasped at this, but the Reaper continued on.

"Of course, none of the children knew this, but Henry was a very curious child. He learnt how to eavesdrop and hide to find out everything that he could. No secret was safe, no room left unsearched, no vent undiscovered, even the secret base underneath was found by him. When the F.O.W.L. agents found out, they surprisingly did not punish him, but instead chose to advance him to another stage of training when he was a bit older. He was moved to another site, this one so classified that I cannot tell you where it is or what it truly is. While there, he was paired with another orphan, from a different orphanage that was similarly advanced, but more in the field of combat. They became best friends, despite the lack of regard for privacy that Henry had, or the disfigured mouth the other orphan had."

Disfigured mouth? Webby thought to herself. Why does that seem to ring a bell... oh.

"It was Steelbeak, wasn't it?"

Reaper nodded. "They were inseparable and quickly became two of the best trainees in F.O.W.L. history. Henry was the spy master, while Steelbeak, or I should say 'Muncher' as he was known back then. Halfway through training, Muncher was chosen to be the test subject of a new prosthetic program that would give him his steel mouth. Henry became depressed during the brief time he was gone, until he arrived with a new mouth. It would be Henry that would give him the new name: Steelbeak."

Webby looked at Reaper, stunned. She never expected for her own father to give Steelbeak his famous identity.

"They sounded like they were so close..." was all that she could say.

"They were practically brothers, and the two of them viewed each other the same way. They taught each other, supported each other, protected each other before Steelbeak got his... well steelbeak. Your father often defended him against other trainees that wanted to put down the 'weak guy', and at the same time, Steelbeak defended Henry against those who did not seem to like him," Reaper looked directly at Webby. "They were family."

"What happened next?" Webby asked, enraptured in the story, her wish to know her parents finally coming true for one of them.

The Reaper shook his head. "That's all for today, I'm afraid." He stood up and tilted his head to the side. "I wouldn't want to give Agent 22 a chance to embarrass herself fighting me. Next time, make sure that Dewey is listening in a comfortable spot. I can only imagine how his organic body is feeling standing up while looking out for you."

With that the Reaper walked away, leaving Webby alone on the couch, at least until Dewey sat next to her and hugged her.

"You okay?" he asked carefully.

She nodded. "Yeah… it was just a lot to take in, y'know?"

She sighed, and he frowned.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

"There's a small part of me that wished we hadn't killed off Steelbeak."

He rubbed her lower back, and she leaned against him. Dewey gently kissed her forehead.

"I know we can't change the past… but at least we have the robot."

"He said they were like brothers. That nobody knew Steelbeak better than my dad. My dad… an agent of F.O.W.L."

Dewey noticed her bitter undertone. "He quit for the sake of your mother."

"I know…" Webby said. "But, there's no doubt he's killed thousands of innocent lives."

"It's going to be a lot to take in." Dewey agreed. "But I'm willing to learn more if you are."

She nodded and gently kissed him. "I am."

Dewey swiftly scooped her up into his arms bridal style, and carried her out the door, Webby's head buried in his shoulder and neck.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to get some ice cream to cheer you up."

"Dewey," she laughed. "I'm in my pajamas."

"So am I!" he chuckled.

"I can walk y'know." she giggled once they were out the front door.

"Should I set you down then?" he threatened.

She thought about it. "Absolutely not."

ooo

Louie gently leaned against his mom as she fed him some soup. He was off his liquid diet, but he was only allowed to eat soft foods that were easy to digest for a whole month.

Della gently wiped some soup dribbling down his chin. Sure it was still awkward between them, but Louie could see plainly that she was trying and he was okay with that. He was still mad at her, and he wasn't sure if he would ever 100% fully forgive her, but for now, this was okay.

"Hey, Mom," Huey greeted, with Violet and Lena right behind him. "We'ew here to switch with you."

"Hi, Huey. Hello Violet. Hi Lena. Can you just finish feeding him?"

"Mom," Louie softly whined. "I'm not a kid. I can feed myself."

"Sure mom." Huey smiled.

She noticed Huey's tone was becoming friendlier rather than neutral.

"Violet, may I speak with you in the hall?" Della asked.

Violet felt a spark of fear. Why would her boyfriend's mother want to talk to her?

"Sure Ms. Duck." Violet said nervously.

She followed Della out into the hallway.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Huey wondered aloud, grabbing the soup.

Lena chuckled. "This is too good."

"What is it?" Huey asked, amused.

"Dewey told me that Mom asked him if he and Webby did it." Louie grinned.

Huey's eyes widened in shock, and he dropped the spoon. "T-there's no way she'd ask Vi that!"

Louie smirked. "There she is now."

Violet reappeared, blushing, holding a box of condoms. Louie and Lena burst out laughing.

Huey wanted to faint.

Dewey and Webby walked inside, and Lena raised her eyebrow at their clothing choice: Webby was wearing white t-shirt with a picture of a unicorn with ridiculously bright pink sweats. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she had a goofy smile plastered on her face. Dewey wore black boxer shorts with a blue T-shirt. His hair looked like her had just woken up.

"I think you forgot to get dressed." Huey smirked.

"We didn't!" Webby said cheerfully. "We got ICE CREAM!"

"Sugar high?" Violet asked, amused.

"Sugar high." Dewey confirmed with a smile.

ooo

20 years ago…

Steelbeak pinched the bridge of his nose, still angry and confused about his argument with Henry.

"What's wrong?" Heron asked her

boyfriend.

"Nothing." Steelbeak muttered.

"You know that's a lie." Heron frowned.

"I just had this whole argument with Henry. He was talking in riddles, talking about going against F.O.W.L… it's confusing."

Heron sighed. "He's going through a lot. High Command has been assigning him on more missions than usual."

Steelbeak didn't meet her eyes. "I know. But he can't just act like a dick whenever he wants to."

"I know something that'll make you feel better." Heron smiled.

She led Steelbeak to her room, and sat him down on her bed.

"Close your eyes." she instructed.

Steelbeak did as he was told and closed his eyes. He frowned when Heron pressed a small object in his hand.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Open your eyes." she smiled.

He did as he was asked and in his hand sat a narrow object. There were two lines visibly in the groove near the top.

His eyes widened in shock. "Is this…?"

Heron had tears in her eyes and she nodded. Steelbeak teared up himself, and pulled her in for a hug.

"You're pregnant?" he asked gently.

She nodded again, and he squeezed her tighter.

ooo

And the plot thickens ;)

I need a VOTE:

Should I keep their baby or not?

—Jordan