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Chapter 10- The Worst That Could Happen

It was "so far, so good," for the love affair of Negaduck and Gosalyn. Every night after work, Gosalyn would meet Negaduck in some secluded hideaway. And when she didn't have to work, she used Honker as an excuse.

"I'm having trouble in Algebra. Honker's going to help me," she would say as she slipped out the door.

Her father rarely every questioned why she came home late from work. When he did, it was Honker's name she used again.

"I was hanging out with Honker. Sorry, Dad. I lost track of time," she would say sweetly, making her way up to bed.

Morgana had begun to get a bit suspicious. This caused Gosalyn and Negaduck to have to miss a night or two together to throw her off the scent. When this worked, Gos had called Negaduck to arrange another date.

"Let's meet in the old cemetery, in downtown St. Canard," she whispered over the phone.

"Ah… do you have a thing for dead people, darling? Some necrophilia issues you haven't told me about?" Negaduck chuckled darkly.

"That's disgusting!" Gosalyn giggled. "Will you meet me there, say… at nine?"

"Of course. Until then. I love you."

"I love you, too."

…………………

Was it only Gosalyn, or was it that every time one ended up in a cemetery alone, it was always on a starless, moonless night? Gosalyn shivered, but not from cold. She was standing by a large tombstone in the shape of an angel with its arms outstretched over the grave below it. She glanced up at it. Then, suddenly, she screamed as something tapped her on the shoulder. Then, a hand came over her beak.

"Ssshhh! It's just me, Gos," Negaduck said, chuckling and hugging her.

Gosalyn slapped him across his shoulder. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Gee, you'd think living with Morgana as your stepmother would cure you of such fears."

"You would think. Come here," Gosalyn said, pulling Negaduck into a long, loving kiss.

When they parted, they took a seat on the ground. He ran his fingers through her hair and sighed.

"What is it?" she asked, smiling at him.

"I can't believe I'm with you. I mean… I'm so lucky…" he said, kissing her lightly.

"Why can't you believe it?"

"After all the things I've done, I never thought--"

Gosalyn stopped him. "No, no. You should never think about those things again. Those are in the past. Some of them are even forgiven. You're a different duck now."

Negaduck looked at her. "Have you forgiven me for killing Launchpad?"

At this, Gosalyn glanced away. "I want to, but I feel… I feel like I don't have the right to pass around that forgiveness."

"Like only Darkwing could give me that forgiveness?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

He kissed her again. "I understand. As long as I have your love… that's all I would ever need or ask of you."

…………………

It was fairly early for Darkwing to be out. Usually, the crimes he fought didn't happen until ten or eleven. However, it was just nine-thirty, and there wasn't a criminal in sight.

Maybe I'll stop by Morg's favorite restaurant and pick her up something, Darkwing thought with a shudder.

Although it was his wife's favorite place to eat, he hated it. Of course, the old war cemetery in downtown St. Canard was not his idea of a "real" restaurant either. However, without reserves, he whirled the Ratcatcher around and sped toward the graveyard. Ten minutes later, he was parking and pushing his way through the old creaky gates.

He walked up to the statue of Sir Waddlesworth II and tapped his left finger. Suddenly, several skeletal waiters rose up from the ground. One made his way toward him.

"May I take your order, sir?" the rattling bones asked.

…………………

Gosalyn gave the tiniest of gasps as she and Negaduck hid behind the large angel statue and watched as Darkwing placed his order.

"What's he doing here?" Negaduck asked.

Gosalyn rubbed her head. "I forgot! This is Morg's favorite place to eat!"

"This is a restaurant? Is it any good?" he asked.

"Now is not the time! Look, we've got to get out of here before he sees us! Let's start ducking around tombstones!" Gosalyn said, watching her father carefully.

"What if he gets done with his order just as we reach the outside?"

"These are dead people serving here. They're very, very slow. We've got time. We've just got to make sure he doesn't see us!"

Negaduck nodded. They began to run, hunched over, behind varying tombstones, avoiding the Masked Mallard's line of vision. Luckily, they made it outside without incident.

"That was close!" Gosalyn said, glancing back inside the graveyard. "I hate to end our date here, but I think I need to head home. See you tomorrow night after work?"

"Yes. I'll come and pick you up. I love you," he responded, pulling her into a long kiss. When they parted, she murmured that she loved him too, and he left.

…………………

Imagine Darkwing's surprise when he saw his little girl, ducking behind tombstones with a figure he could not clearly see. He watched as the figure slipped out the front gates of the cemetery, with a loud creak, followed by Gosalyn. Smiling, he took the food bags offered to him by the undead waiter, paid, and walked swiftly to the gate.

Gos has got a boyfriend! He thought. I wonder why she didn't tell me or Morg…

Reaching the gate, he stepped behind the stone-wall portion of it, not wanting to be seen. He didn't want his daughter accusing him of not letting her have her privacy. But he had to know who this young man was! It was quite a slap in the face as Darkwing peeked around the wall just in time to see his daughter being kissed by… Negaduck!

After a moment of talking--and he could've sworn some "I love yous" were exchanged--Negaduck left. Glancing around, Gosalyn left shortly after. Darkwing stepped out of the cemetery, his mind awhirl.

How could she! After all that Negaduck has done… after what he did to Launchpad… how could she do this! Did she have no ounce of respect?

Throwing the foodstuffs violently into the sidecar of the Ratcatcher, Darkwing hopped on and sped off, deliberately taking a different route than his daughter to get home.

End Notes: I hope this chapter isn't shabby. I tried my best to make all the pieces fit. I promise to try and make the next chapter better. Now, then, this fic has only two more chapters to go, believe it or not. Once again, my dears, there will be a sequel. It will be called My Love for Her. I probably won't start it for a while considering all the other fics I have to finish. As for Where's Negs?…I will finish that story, but I'm finding it difficult to write. Well, please R & R! Thanks!