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Chapter Four: Meet Donald Duck

"Dewey, why are acting so weird?" Louie asked his triplet brother. Dewey, who was holding his hands behind his back and whistling as he walked towards the stairs, froze.

"What?" He asked, raising his hands up in question. "I'm not acting weird…"

"Have too," Louie replied, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets. He eyed Dewey suspiciously. "Ever since we came back from Ithaquack, you've been on edge, sneaking around."

"I have not." Dewey said, trying to defend himself. He had been acting a little out of sorts...mostly because he had a magical blue orb that could show him their mom...not now, but in the past. And...he knew that she'd taken something called The Spear of Selene from Uncle Scrooge - and he was worried it was something bad.

And the only other person who knew about this was Webby. Not Louie, not Huey - and especially not Uncle Scrooge and Uncle Donald.

"Dewey - I'm your brother. We sleep in the same room, share a bathroom, and even the same birthday - I know when you're acting weird."

Before Dewey could spit back a reply, Donald stepped out of the kitchen. In his hands was a bowl of freshly popped popcorn, and a salt shaker.

"What's going on out here?" He asked, looking between Louie and Dewey. Louie pointed at his brother.

"He's been acting weird all week."

"I have not!"

"Have too!"

"Have not!"

"Have too!"

"Boys, boys," Donald said, moving so he stood between them. The brothers glared at one another from around their uncle. "There's no need to argue about this."

"But Dewey's denying it!" Louie stated, pointing at his blue clad brother. Dewey folded his arms and glared back.

"Because I haven't been doing anything, Lewellyn!"

"What did you call me!?" Louie demanded, taking both hands out of his pockets and taking on a fighting stance. Wisely, Donald moved out of the way. While he wished his nephews wouldn't fight over silly stuff...he also knew when he needed to let them solve their own problems.

"I called you by your full name," Dewey said, putting as much sass as he could into his voice. "Lewellyn."

With a battle cry, Louie ran and toppled Dewey over. Donald rolled his eyes and held the popcorn bowl and salt shaker over the two boys as they tumbled around him and into a hallway.

"Why me?" He asked, turning to go back into the kitchen. He still needed to butter his popcorn before it was ready to eat. Then, Donald could go and relax in the den, the whole TV to himself, hopefully.

Before he could leave, however, the front door opened and a cold wind blasted in. Launch Pad, Scrooge, and a strange girl came inside, all of them soaked and leaving puddles in their wake.

"Sorry for crashing the limo, Mr. McDee," Launch Pad said, rubbing the back of his head. "Again…"

"I'm used to it by now," Scrooge muttered, shaking rain droplets off his top hat. Donald shook his head, wondering why his uncle didn't hire someone else as his chauffeur.

"You mean that wasn't the first time?" The girl asked, shaking her wet plastered hair out of her face. "Why the heck do you have a driver who crashes?"

"Hey - I don't crash every time," Launch Pad said defensively, closing the door. "Just a lot."

"Oh, how comforting," Donald said, attracting the attention of the new arrival. The girl's eyes widened when she saw Donald, dropping her backpack.

"At least he crashes safely," Scrooge said, hoping to avoid an argument with Donald. The two of them hadn't spoken in a long time, and the last few times they had spoke they'd fought….and at this point, after ten years, Scrooge was tired of all that fighting. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a guest -" When he turned towards the girl, he stopped. She was crying. "What's the matter, lass?"

"D-Donald Duck?" She said, blinking away a few tears. Donald looked at her with a raised eyebrow and nodded. Obviously she knew who he was, but he had no idea who she was. She did, however, look familiar...

"Yes?" Donald asked. The girl took a breath and brushed back her hair.

"My name's Diane," She said, reaching for her backpack. She pulled out what looked like a photograph. "I...I'm your daughter."

"My what?" Donald asked, his eyes widening. Slowly, Diane held out the photograph. Leaning over, Donald took a look.

There, in color, was a polaroid of him and his ex-girlfriend Daisy. The two of them embraced in a kiss, the day he'd payed off his bank loan, and his house boat was officially his.

"Where did you get this?" Donald asked, dropping the popcorn bowl and taking the photo from Diane. His eyes softened at the memory.

"My mom," Diane said, trying to keep her tears in check. Donald looked back up at her, the reality of her words sinking in.

"This is your mom?" He asked, pointing to Daisy. Diane nodded. "And this - me - I'm your...your father?" Diane nodded, and Donald took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "You're my-my-my daughter?"

"Yes," Diane stated, unable to contain her tears anymore. After eleven long years of being fatherless - she was beak-to-beak with him. Only...she imagined he'd be happy to see her, not surprised. It was like he didn't know she existed. I mean, her mom had told her he knew...at least she'd implied as much...

(Flashback, 1 and half years ago, New Duck City)

"Mom," Diane said, peeking into her mom's bedroom. It was already 7:15 am, and if Daisy didn't get up soon - she'd be late for "Good Morning Duck City" at 8. When Daisy didn't move, Diane stepped into the room and pulled off the covers. "Mom - come on, get up!"

"Uhn…." Daisy said, rolling over and pulling a pillow over her face. Diane sighed and dropped the blankets. "Donald, can't you see I'm sleeping…"

"Donald?" Diane asked, lifting the pillow off of her mom's face. Slowly, Daisy opened her eyes, and blinked when she saw her daughter.

"Diane?" Daisy said, sitting up. She looked around the room, and her eyes caught sight of her alarm clock. "Oh my gosh - is it 6:30 already - I'm going to be late!"

"Which is why you have me," Diane said, dropping the pillow back on the bed and watching as her mom dashed for the bathroom. While she was gone, Diane decided she might as well make her mom's bed. I mean, it wasn't like she was going to do it - being a single meant she was working double shifts whenever she could. Like today, when she'd volunteered to replace the sick Grace Ravenloft - even though last night she'd been reporting late night traffic.

As she smoothed out the blanket, she noticed something on her mom's side table. Curious, she picked it up. It was a photograph of her mom and another duck embracing in what looked to be a passionate kiss - on a boat. Diane stared, wondering if this duck could possibly be…

"Thanks for waking me up, sweetheart," Daisy said, coming out of the bathroom with a brush in her hair. Quickly, Diane put the photo inside her pocket before she gave her mom a smile. Daisy glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "What's with the look? Do I have something on my face?"

"Uh, no, nothing," Diane said, putting her hands behind her back. Daisy raised an eyebrow and stopped fiddling with her hair. She opened her beak to say something else - but before she could Diane remembered why she was in here. "Mom - don't you have a morning show to host?"

"Right!" Daisy said, putting a hand to her forehead and heading out of the room. Diane followed after a moment, checking to make sure the photo wasn't going to get wrinkled. "I can't believe my alarm didn't go off…"

"You did get it at a Thrift Store," Diane pointed out, going to the fridge and pulling out two little plastic breakfast cups. Today they didn't have time to cook food manually - instead they'd be relying on the microwave.

"But it was brand new," Daisy said, shaking her head and putting in a little packet for instant coffee, and put her favorite mug under it to catch the coffee. The machine sputtered and began to spurt out the coffee a little bit at a time. "Unlike our little coffee machine here."

"Age isn't everything," Diane said, poking holes in the breakfast cups and putting one in the microwave for a minute. While she waited, Diane began to fiddle with the other breakfast cup.

"That's a good way to think," Daisy said smiling at her daughter. Diane nodded absentmindedly, wanting to ask about her dad...but not really sure how. It wasn't like she hadn't asked before - but...her mom always avoided the topic or found a way to get out of it somehow. "Something wrong?"

"Well…" Diane said, looking up from the cup. Daisy put a hand on her hip. "Nevermind."

"Diane," Daisy siad, leaving the coffee machine and pulling her daughter into a hug. "If something's bothering you - you know you can always ask me."

"I know," Diane said, hugging her mom back and hoping, forgetting the photo in her pocket until it crinkled in her pocket. Daisy pulled back from the hug, looking at her daughter from down her bill.

"You found something in my room," She said, meeting Diane's eyes. "And you have it in your pocket...don't you?"

"Um…" Diane said, fiddling with the breakfast cup. Daisy folded her arms. "Okay, yes I did, and I do."

"Let's see it," Daisy asked, and Diane reluctantly took the photo out and showed it to her mom. With an involuntary gasp, Daisy took the photo from Diane's hand, her eyes tearing up.

"Mom?" Diane said, hoping she hadn't dredged something up. "Is that...is the duck in that photo my dad?"

Daisy took a moment to compose herself before she nodded her head. Diane felt a warm feeling come over her...so, that was her dad…

The feeling was soon overcome by curiosity, however. Curiosity at why he wasn't here with them. Had he left them? Diane didn't have any memories of him…

"Why isn't he here?" Diane asked, as the microwave beeped. As if in a trance, Daisy shook her head and sat down at the small table in the kitchenette.

"That's...complicated…" Daisy said, putting the photo down and looking at her daughter. Diane switched out the breakfast cups, and put the warm one in front of her mom, complete with a plastic fork.

"We have a little time before you go to work," Diane said, sitting next to her. She pulled the photo over to her and looked at it. She'd never seen her dad before - and hardly ever talked about him. Whenever she'd tried to bring it up in the past, Daisy had found a way to sidestep the question or left, saying she'd be late for work. "Can you tell me about him?"

"All right," Daisy said, taking a bite of the breakfast. Diane scooched her chair a little bit closer, eager to hear as many details as her mom would impart. "His name's Donald, he's a sailor, and he's the kindest person I know."

"Okay," Diane said, raising her eyebrows. "So if he's so kind then why isn't he here, helping raise me?"

"Um," Daisy said, wondering how to avoid telling Diane that her dad didn't exactly know she existed - without lying to her. "He...he joined the Navy before you hatched."

"And he didn't come back?" Diane asked, feeling like something fishy was going on. What sort of guy joined the Navy before his egg hatched, and then didn't come back?

"Not...exactly," Daisy said, taking another bite of her food. "You see, your father and I...we're not married - we never were. And then when we came along, your father...he just, couldn't take it."

"You mean, he just-just ran away?" Diane asked, feeling her temper rising. "How could anyone do that to their family -"

"No, it wasn't like that at all," Daisy said, not wanting her daughter to be mad at Donald. He didn't know he had a daughter, and on the off chance that the two of them ever met - she didn't want it to be an angry first meeting. "He didn't want to have kids, and when you came along - well - things were a bit stressed between us…"

"So you're not together because of me?" Diane asked, her anger hampering. Was her dad not being here her fault?

"Not at all," Daisy said, shaking her head. Inside, she cursed herself for leaving the photo out. This conversation was getting way out of hand. Putting a hand to her forehead she glanced at her watch, and nearly choked. "Oh crap - It's 7:30 already! I need to get going or I'm going to be late!"

"But what about -" Diane said, her words cut off as Daisy kissed the top of her head.

"Sorry, Di," Daisy said, leaving her half-eaten breakfast cup on the table and heading to get her coffee. She drank the cup in one fall swoop, making a face at how bitter it was, and scalding her tongue. But if she didn't book it to the bus stop she'd be late - and she couldn't afford to be late. "We'll talk more about this later, kay?"

"Kay," Diane said, watching as her mom put her mug in the sink and left to grab her cellphone, purse, and coat. She watched as her mom came back out, a minute later, chewing a piece of what she assumed was mint gum. Couldn't go to work with coffee breath. "Don't forget the rest of your breakfast."

"Don't have time - but I'll grab a donut or something on the way," Daisy said, glancing at the breakfast cup and looking at her phone. She had to leave now if she needed to leave now. And while she hated to leave Diane alone like this...but she needed to leave. "Mrs. Sputterspark is next door if you need anything -"

"I know," Diane said, letting out a huff. The microwave beeped behind her. Daisy gave her daughter an apologetic smile as she went for the door.

"I'm really sorry, Diane," She said. "I promise we'll have a day where we talk about whatever you want. Even you dad. Now - I have to go. I love you."

"Love you too," Diane said, waving as her mom left. She let out a sigh and looked down at the picture. Her dad...Donald...and her mom looked so happy. She wondered...had she been the one who tore them apart?

(end flashback)

"Didn't...didn't mom tell you about me?" Diane asked, sniffing. Donald looked back at Diane and shook his head.

"No...I-I had no idea," He said, his voice sad. Diane felt more tears well up in her eyes, not from sadness this time, but from happiness. If he didn't know about her - then it meant he and Daisy hadn't broken up because of her. They couldn't have because he didn't know.

"If you'd known, would...would you have been there?" Diane asked. She had to know. The question had been bugging her ever since she talked about Donald with her mom. And, by the way, they'd only had one conversation about him. Daisy never brought up Donald, and Diane had decided she wanted to find her dad and see for herself why he wasn't raising her.

"I -" Donald started to say. Before he could finish his sentence, however, Dewey and Louie rolled back into the room - with Huey and Webby hot on their heels.

"Take it back!" Louie shouted, pinning Dewey to the ground nearby. Huey tried to pry them off one another - but Louie shrugged him off.

"Why? You know Louie isn't your real name." Dewey taunted, a wicked smile on his face.

"You say it one more time…" Louie threatened, only inches away from losing it. And when Louie lost it...he lost it.

"Louie! Dewey!" Donald said. With the photo in hand he pried Dewey and Louie apart. "What are you trying to do - kill each other?"

"He started it!" Dewey and Louie said, pointing at one another. Diane watched, trying to process what was happening. Who were these kids...and how did Donald know them? The only thing that came to Diane's mind was that...they were his kids.

Which meant….she wasn't an only child. And Donald, her dad, had another family.

Oooo - drama! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter - it took me forever to write.

Average Everyday Sane Psycho - I'm glad you like the story so much! It's super fun to write. Doing reactions for everyone will be kind of hard cause...well there's so many ways they could go. But I will be rewatching some more Ducktales to get some inspiration.

The Not-So-Ultimate Writer - Like I said above - writing reactions is hard, and I won't lie - Donald was hard to write. I thought about having him faint - but then I watched and compared Donald from the 1987 Ducktales and the 2017 and I think 1987 Donald might have fainted, but 2017 Donald would just kind of...go quiet. Cause...well he's a bit more serious in the 2017, I think.

Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! (I'm pretty busy this week, so I might take longer to post chapter 5).