A/N: I had horrible writers block for a few days, and then suddenly, BOOM, wrote a chapter without stopping in one afternoon. It comes and it goes. There's not a lot of action in this part, but...that's just the way it worked out. Thanks so much for all the great reviews I've received so far; I really appreciate them!

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That night, long after Launchpad and Gosalyn had both decided to hit the hay, Darkwing Duck paced around his living room, still wearing his costume. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his suspicions implicating Morgana with the recent robberies were becoming stronger and more founded. 'Maybe someone's trying to frame her...' he thought, then sighed and slumped down on the couch, head in his hands. It wasn't as though she would really be an easy woman to frame. After all, who else besides Morgana could get a bunch of spiders to cooperate in a toy heist?

"That's it. She's teamed up with Quackerjack. Once she breaks him out of jail, they're probably going to run off to Transylvania together," he said aloud, utterly miserable. Just when he felt as though things were really going well between him and Morgana, something like this had to happen. He should have known better than to let himself fall in love in the first place.

Lightning flashed in the distance, and his heart ached dully as he thought about how much Morgana loved a good thunderstorm. He knew that, no matter what might happen between them, there were far too many things that reminded him of her for her to ever stop being a part of his life completely. Especially since Gosalyn was constantly dragging him to those creepy horror movies, some of which had characters eerily reminiscent of Morgana's family. Their relationship had moved forward from nervous, tentative dates with both of them secretly terrified that they would frighten the other away to comfortable backyard barbeques and evenings spent at home, just enjoying one another's company. He had let her into his life, not only as the caped crimefigher Darkwing Duck, but as plain old ordinary Drake Mallard. And she had loved him anyway. They had made it through Morgana's temper tantrums and his own foolish pride. Could he really allow himself to let her run off with Quackerjack (since that was what he had suddenly convinced himself she was planning)?

"Not without a fight!" he exclaimed suddenly to the empty room, jumping up off the couch and running towards the pair of blue armchairs against the wall.

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Meanwhile, at Macawber Manor...

"Archie, where on Earth have you been? I've been through every doorway in this house looking for you!" Morgana exclaimed, hands on her hips. The overgrown spider cringed a little and muttered something unintelligible to most ears, to which the witch replied, "What do you mean, visiting with relatives? You could have at least TOLD me before I became worried sick about where you'd disappeared to!"

Archie grumbled again, but before Morgana could continue to reprimand him, Eek and Squeak came flapping in from the foyer. "What? Darkwing's at the door?" she questioned, then smiled. "Well, go let him in!" The bats flew off obediently, and Morgana quickly checked her appearance in the hall mirror, patting her hair gingerly. She moved to stand in the doorway, leaned somewhat seductively up against the frame, and waited.

Darkwing came stomping in through the doorway with determination written across his face, but he slowed to a stop a few feet away from his girlfriend when he caught sight of her gazing at him alluringly. "Uh....um....h-hi, Morgana," he stammered, his focus shot to pieces.

"Dark, darling!" she exclaimed, moving forward to drape her arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his beak. The kiss lasted several seconds, and when she finally pulled away, Darkwing was wearing a silly, adoring grin, as well as lipstick that wasn't his shade. Morgana smiled to herself, satisfied; she DID so enjoy having him wrapped around her little finger. "What brings you here, honeywumpus?" she purred, using one hand to play with the feathers on the back of his neck.

"Well....uh....y'see, there were spiders, and....um....stuff..." he babbled, still lost in her eyes, then shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "And...Morgana, you know I can't think when you do that!" he exclaimed suddenly, wriggling out of her arms. She pouted slightly, but made no attempt to 'recapture' him, as it were. "I'm....uh, here on business," he added, feeling a little uncomfortable now that he had brought the subject up. As certain as he had been five minutes ago that Morgana had something to do with the robberies, he was now just as uncertain.

"Oh, all right," Morgana sighed, her tone somewhere between disappointed and annoyed. "What is it you want?"

'You to be innocent,' he thought to himself, but said aloud, "Well...you see, there's been another one of those robberies--"

"I thought you were going to ask me to come along!" she interrupted, looking a little hurt.

"I did! I mean, I was! But I came here to get you, and you were gone, and...um...well, there were these spider webs at the...at the crime scene, and...I thought..." He suddenly realized that her eyes had narrowed to slits, and started backing away carefully. That was never a good sign.

"You thought that my disappearance meant I was connected with the robbery, is that it?" she demanded, advancing on him slowly. "You automatically assumed that since I HAPPEN to have a less than perfect record, and that I HAPPENED to be out of the house at the time of the robbery, and that there HAPPENED to be spider webs at the crime scene, I was the culprit? Is that it, Darkwing Duck?" Her hands were raised above her menacingly, and Darkwing cowered against the wall, using his own hands to shield his head.

"Now, now, Morgana, I never said --"

"Oh, but you were going to, weren't you? You were going to point fingers at me!" As if to prove her point, she lowered her hands down a bit so that they were pointed in his direction.

"Sweetheart...honeywumpus..." he pleaded nervously, eyes darting around for a place to hide and escape the coming blast. He saw her draw her hands move in a motion to cast, and braced himself as a red flash illuminated the room...and some red roses in a vase on the table nearby turned to ashes. She had missed...on purpose.

Tentatively, he lowered his hands to look at Morgana. Her arms had dropped to her sides, and she was breathing heavily, but it wasn't because of rage any longer; he realized with a surge of guilt that her green eyes were filled with tears. "Get out of my house," she ordered through clenched teeth, her voice low as she struggled to keep it steady.

"Morgana, please...if you would just let me explain..." he began, advancing towards her slowly. She raised her hands again in a swift motion, and a gust of wind knocked him back, towards the front door that had already opened to aid in his exit.

"I said get OUT of my HOUSE!" she repeated, shouting this time. For a moment, he teetered on the threshold, gazing at her uncertainly. Then, with a sigh and a defeated shake of his head, he left. The door shut behind him with a thud.

Morgana stood rooted to the spot at first as she stared with blurred vision at the closed door, her breath beginning to come in gasps as she fought against the threatening tears. Shakily, she moved to the couch and sank down onto it, then, unable to hold back any longer, she buried her face in her arms and wept.

Outside, Darkwing listened at the door, his heart breaking as he listened to the broken sobs coming from within. He would much rather be singed by one of her spells, or turned into pudding, or even a YAK again, than know that he had made her cry like that. And to think that he had almost labeled her as a common criminal...well, not common. Morgana Macawber had always been anything but common in everything she did. That was just one of the reasons why he loved her.

He lifted his hand, intending to knock on the door, but paused. She had just thrown him out. Chances were, she didn't want to see him at the moment. With a sigh, he withdrew his hand and rubbed it across his eyes, then turned and headed down the path to the Ratcatcher.