A/N- Sorry this took so long. Real life got in the way. I was gone on a five day trip to Washington, D.C., and then I had two papers to turn in. Anyway, I hope everyone like this chapter.

Chapter Nine

Darkwing couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. His daughter was alive…thanks to Negaduck?! Why? Why would he give up his evil persona, even for a second? What was he planning?

As these thoughts ran through the mind of the Mighty Masked Mallard, the Passerby was somewhere in the distance, screaming with rage.

"She's supposed to be dead!!! Why did he save her?!! I don't understand!!" he cried.

"Oh, shut your beak!" Darkwing shouted at him.

The Passerby appeared in front of him. He got right in Darkwing's face.

"And what right do you, my prisoner, have to tell me to 'shut my beak'? I could crush you with a snap of my fingers!" he said, snapping his fingers for emphasis.

Darkwing didn't flinch. This made his captor even more angry. "You'll die soon enough, Darkwing Duck," the Passerby seethed. "You'll die when I see it fit."

…………………

Negaduck and Quiverwing were off before the sun had had a chance to rise. They knew what they were up against now. They knew that had to be on their toes, as it were. Negaduck was in the lead. Quiverwing had given him the map and chose to walk a step behind him.

She needed a moment. She wanted this chance to stare at him and think. Why had he saved her the night before? Quiverwing didn't believe his original reason. She knew there must be something else to it. She just couldn't stop thinking about it.

Negaduck glanced around and noticed her staring at him.

"What?" he grunted at her.

"Huh? Oh…nothing," she replied.

"You've been a bit quite lately, big mouth."

He was trying to get her goat. It wasn't going to work.

"Who are you calling 'big mouth', zip-for-brains?" she shot back.

Okay, so maybe it did. Negaduck smiled with satisfaction. They walked on for a few moments, and Quiverwing had resigned to staring at her unlikely savior again.

"So," she began, desperate to break the uneasy silence, "what do you think this Passerby's master plan is?"

"Other than to get filthy rich with my loot and torture Dipwing? I have no clue."

"There must be something to all of it. If we could only figure out what, it might be easier to face him when we have to."

The villain made no reply. The walk continued.

"Maybe he wants to go to the future and bring back giant bug robots of death to destroy our planet," she said.

"Lapsing a bit into the comic book world, are we, little hero?"

Quiverwing blushed. It was a bit of Gosalyn leaking through. That was someone she hadn't been in a day or two. This was, she realized, the longest she had ever stayed in her Quiverwing persona. She must be getting really good at this superhero biz!

"Get down!" Negaduck cried suddenly, shoving Quiverwing to the forest floor.

Something swished over the duo's heads. "What the heck was that?" Quiverwing inquired, hugging the ground in case of another attack.

"Booby traps," Negaduck grunted. "We both must've tripped the trigger a bit back there. Whoever set this up was good."

"What do you mean, 'whoever'? We both know the Passerby must've done it."

"Then I'll have to give him more credit than what I had been giving him."

Quiverwing looked up just as a great big log swooshed back over their heads. The source of the previous swishing sound.

"Roll out from underneath it," Negaduck instructed.

She did so, as he did the same. They stood and a realization hit the Mini Mallard. Negaduck had just saved her life…again!

"We have to move along, little one," he said. She nodded in a dazed fashion.

Careful not to trip any more booby traps, Quiverwing and Negaduck continued their way through the forest.

End Notes: Did you like it? Sorry it was so short, but I just needed this little scene to happen. I'm also sorry this took so long. If anybody has read my profile, it explains why. I just got too caught up in one of my Harry Potter fanfics. It's finished now. It also has a sequel on the way, but hopefully I won't get that caught up in that one…or maybe I'll have this fic finished by then. Who knows? Anyway, thanks for waiting, please R & R! Thanks!