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Chapter Four

It was well after 8 o'clock by the time Fenton drove Della home - and that was only because Dewey had texted her to make sure she was still on Earth. Ever since she'd gotten home Dewey had been keeping tabs on her. Texting her when she was gone after dark, checking up on her in the middle of night, and watching her out the window whenever she went for a drive or to walk around Scrooge's yard.

"I didn't realize it was so late," Fenton said, pulling up to the gate. Della smiled and nodded, still feeling pretty hyper from the coffee.

"Same here," She said, fidgeting in her seat. Fenton raised an eyebrow and Della held up the cup of coffee. "Caffeine."

"Ah," He said, nodding. He looked out at McDuck Mansion, wondering what he should do next. "May I walk you to the door?"

"I'd love that," Della said, smiling as she unbuckled. She grabbed the bag of cookies before she got out, and then had a second thought. When Fenton came around from his side of the car she lifted up the bag. "Did you want a cookie?"

"Oh, no, thanks," Fenton said, shaking his head. "I still have a whole slice of lemon cake."

Della nodded, smiling as she thought about how Scrooge would react. He hated Starducks - and was by no means going to like the idea of Della going there. Even if someone else was paying for it.

"I had a good time today," Della said, tapping in the key code so it opened. Fenton held it open for her and followed her as she led the way to the main entrance.

"Me too," Fenton said, smiling. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful Della was...the way her hair seemed to glow under the moonlight, the way her beak curved into a smile, and the way her eyes sparkled...there was something about her that was just so enchanting.

"Fenton," Della said, bringing him out of his thoughts. It took him a minute to realize he and Della were standing on the front steps of the Mansion. "You were staring at me."

"I-I was?" Fenton asked, blushing. "Sorry, I didn't think you were looking."

"You mean...you were staring at me?" Della asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Fenton said, shaking his heads and raising his hands. "I-I just - you look so beautiful in that dress, and in the moonlight your hair was glowing -"

"So, you were staring at me because you thought I was beautiful," Della said, more as a statement than a question. Frenton merely nodded, still blushing profusely. Della smiled and let out a laugh. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"I...don't know," Fenton said, letting out a laugh. He felt a lot better when he did. Della smiled back at him, and suddenly noticed that something was off about his face. Leaning forward, she squinted at his face. "Uh - Della what are you doing?"

"You have something on your cheek…" Della said, reaching forwards and brushing the little burn on Feton's cheek. He winced, and gently put a hand on hers to move it away.

"That's...that's a burn." He said.

"Oh," Della said, blushing. "I hope I didn't make it sting or anything."

"No, not at all," Fenton said, realizing he was still holding Della's hand. He glanced down at it, and wondered...what would be the best way about saying goodnight to her? In all the movies he'd seen, usually they kissed - but that was if they were coming back from a date. And this...wasn't a date. At least, he hadn't meant it to be - but the way things had went, it sort of felt like one. "So…What now?"

"Well…" Della said, glancing at their hands. For some reason, she didn't want to let go of that hand. Her hand in his felt...right. "Maybe we could go on a real date sometime."

"A real date?" Fenton asked, feeling his heart rate speed up. Was he ready for a first date? His break up with Gandra hadn't been too long ago...and all the books he'd read about break ups said he should wait at least a month before he began dating again. Then again...those rules were for more average people, and Fenton was a superhero…

"If you don't want to," Della said, taking her hand out of his. She'd taken his silence for a no...and honestly she couldn't blame him. "You don't have to. I mean, who'd want to date me - I still have 10 years worth of history to catch up on."

"Wait -" Fenton said, reaching over and putting a hand on Della's shoulder. She glanced at him, a gleam of hope in her eyes. "I'd love to got on another date, Della..."

"...but?" Della said, feeling her heart sink. She knew this was too good to be true. Fenton opened his beak to tell her about Gandra, but before he could the door opened - and the couple was met with Webby, Lena, and a young hummingbird (aka Violet Saberwing).

"Della!" Webby, who'd opened the door, exclaimed. "Guess what - my best friend Lena's back! And I made a new friend too - Violet!"

"Oh..that's great, Webby!" Della said, recovering from her surprise rather quickly. Fenton blinked and nodded.

"I know!" Webby said, jumping up and down with excitement. "And the best part is we're having a sleepover - oh, hi Fenton!"

"Hi," Fenton said, waving at Webby and glancing at Della. Maybe he should leave...He could always call Della and ask her on a date...or not call her at all - he didn't really know what he should do. "I, um, I better be going."

"Oh," Della said, disappointed. She'd wanted very badly for him to tell her he liked her. But, she reasoned, she couldn't expect things to go great for her forever. True, she'd gotten back home, she had reconnected with Uncle Scrooge, and she was finally getting to know her boys...but that didn't mean she wasn't going to have some bad luck too. "I guess this is goodnight, then."

"I guess so," Fenton agreed, feeling a pang of guilt as Della's beak went into a frown. Somehow, he knew he'd hurt her. "I'll see you at the lab."

"Yeah…" Della said, her voice sad. She gave him a weak smile and went inside. "Thanks for the coffee."

"You're welcome." Fenton said, not moving. His feet weren't listening to his brain...they were listening to his heart.

"I think you can leave now," Lena said, sarcastic as ever. Fenton blushed and turned to go - but something stopped him.

"Della," He said, turning back around. She had started closing the door, but stopped when he turned. She looked at him, her face the only thing poking out now. He tried to tell her how he wanted to go on a date with her, but was still hurting from past heartache - but his brain wasn't working to form words. So, being at a loss for words, he did the only other thing he could think of.

He took a chance and ditched the rules - and gave Della Duck a kiss.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I'm so glad you love the story Average Everyday Sane Psycho! It's really fun to write, although every now and again I have trouble writing character reactions.