A Christmas Peril

A Disney Duck Fanfic:

Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Duck Tales, and Darkwing Duck.

Contains Major Spoilers to Double Triangle Trouble and Braced Company

Written By:

Stef with an F and Nightw2

Disclaimers: Still don't own many of these characters but have created some of them. Same ones I mentioned in the disclaimers of previous chapters. The ones I don't own were created by Disney.

Chapter 13

"Just one more push," Dr. Webster informed.

Daisy took a deep breath and pushed.

"There you go! Congratulations Daisy, Donald, you have a little girl."

"What?" Donald asked surprised. "A girl?"

"I was right," Daisy stated.

"Yeah yeah yeah," Donald added.

"Aren't you happy?" Daisy asked.

"'Course 'course, of course!" Donald replied.

"Have you thought of a name?" Daisy asked.

Donald nodded. "Since Bella took Grandma Duck's name for Melanie, I thought maybe we could use Grandma McDuck's name."

"Hortense?" Daisy asked.

"Well, we can make it her middle name," Donald stressed. "Like with Melanie."

"Okay" Daisy replied, and she opened her arms for the doctor to give her the baby.

"Now she needs a first name," she continued. "I'm thinking maybe Natalie. It means Christmas. What do you think?"

"Natalie Hortense Duck," Donald muttered. "It has a good ring to it."

Back in the waiting room Dewey was staring out in space.

Bella sat next to her son, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Dewey shook his head and sighed. "Nothing Mom. Everything is fine. Just things on my mind."

Bella frowned. She opened her beak and then closed it without making a quack.

She looked across the room and locked eyes with Huey. He looked so grown up in the last four months. Like, Louie he was away for college for the last four months, and while Dewey stayed home. The last few years she started to know her sons again, but she knew in many ways she would never really know them the way she should.

"A lot of things been going on Mom," Huey answered, with little emotion, yet not angry, a situation that was still a blessing in her eyes.

Just then Gosalyn Mallard entered the room and ran to his side, their slightly webbed fingers intertwined and the two of them looked into each other's eyes.

Bella could not help but smile. Love is a splendid thing.

But it did not cede her worrying. No matter how many times Morgana told her on nights their respectful husbands would go off on their nightly patrols or into dangerous liaisons with the newest wannabe villain.

She had her fairy tale at last and she wanted her happily ever after, just like her brother had with Daisy.

Exactly so...

"There is someone watching us," Launchpad whispered.

Darkwing jumped and looked around.

"Megavolt? Quackerjack?" he asked.

Launchpad pointed up.

Horrified, Darkwing pulled his arm down, "Don't point, he will see you!"

Launchpad shook his head. "There's' a girl looking at us."

Bonnie, jumped away from the glass startled. While returning to the ground she tripped on a stray bolt and fell to the ground, her mental arm breaking the fall.

"Bonnie are you building something in there?" The Future Megavolt shouted.

Bonnie hurried back up to her feet, nervously moving stray feathers from her face.

"I'm fine," she pressed.

"Are you sure, I thought I heard something... You are not inventing without me; are you my Metal Goddess?"

Bonnie took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Screw him," she muttered under her breath.

"What did you say?" Megavolt asked again.

"Nothing , Mr. M," she replied at last, "Everything is fine."

"Good. Good. Now Quackerjack..." he continued.

Bonnie sighed a sigh of relief and tip-toed back to her window, but this time, Launchpad was gone. And so was her possible father, from another universe.

Damn...

Knock

Frances Duck frowned when yet another interruption came to Ashley's door.

She walked to the doorway, waiting to see her nephew Dewey, maybe. She had not seen her nephews formally for several years. True she saw them walking about around Duckburg, but it was many years since she saw them in person, duck to duck.

She was already in college when they were born. When her brother and Dumbella Duck had their doomed teenage marriage.

She opened the door to see a white goose in front of her.

"Can I help you?" Dr. Frances Duck asked.

Tank Muddlefoot brushed past her without saying a word.

"Ash!" he called out.

Officer Doberman attempted to restrain him, placing an hand firmly on his shoulder.

Tank violently pushed him away.

"Ashley?!" he called out again, at last waking her up.

"What? Tank?" she muttered weakly.

"Ash!" he repeated and made her look at him by gently grasping her chin to face him.

"What did you do to her?!" he demand wildly at the officer.

"She's sedated..." the doctor started to reply.

"Why?" Tank demanded.

He turned back to Doberman and growled, "You are the one that sent her to prison. If anything happens to her...I'll sent you to the hospital.."

"I would watch your mouth young man or I will. I could already get you on assault charges." Doberman began when a gesture from Frances stopped him.

Tank started to say something when Ashley caught his attention. She blinked a few times before opening her eyes, regaining her consciousness.

"Tank?" she asked more coherently now, "What are you doing here?"

"You never wrote back."

Six Months ago...

"You finally decided you would let me see you?" Tank asked. "And what's with the glass, not like you killed anyone?"

Ashley looked up to see ex-boyfriend studying her, "Hi Tank. I'm just depressed."

Tank looked around. "I would be too if I had to wear that outfit."

Ashley managed a fake smile.

"Okay that is better. You have such a pretty smile."

Ashley sighed. "Hey, Tank. I'm sorry to do this. But I am not so up to visitors now."

Tank frowned. "But aren't you getting transferred next week?"

Ashley nodded, "Yeah…"

"I love you Ash."

"I figured you would get the hint," Ashley whispered.

"I did," Tank replied.

Ashley let out a long sigh, "Then tell me Tank. Why are you here?"

Tank clenched his fist in frustration and rolled his eyes.

"You definitely are a dense excuse of a broad sometimes... you know!"

"Excuse me?"

"I was outside shoveling the driveway for Herb and Binkie because Honker is no where to be found and I see your idiot brother cussing out a storm."

"What?" Ashley replied shaking her head. "Spit it out all ready."

"Never cared about your loser brother. But it perked my interest. So I asked him. What the hell he was squawking about. Told me to mind my own, well, business. I went to the prison and they told me you were here."

Ashley folded her arms and glared at Tank.

"What?" Tank snapped.

"I'm the one dense?" she asked, and she pulled back the sheet draped around her middle.

Tank stood silent staring at the rounded pouch before him.

"You're pregnant!"

"Yeah..." Ashley replied.

"How... long...wait... No..." Tank shouted. Shaking his head and pointing.

"Yes."

His eyes bugged out when he stared at Ashley. "You're huge."

Ashley bit her bill.

"Thanks jackass."

"I mean... you must have been on the nest for a while. That day at the jail. Then. Before ...Umm..."

"Breathe," Ashley muttered.

"Breathe... you are telling me to breathe!"

"Okay then, suffocate." she snapped.

"Sir, I think I will have to ask you to leave..." Dr. Duck began.

"No." Ashley replied. "I have a better idea.

"What? Ashley you have to lower your stress level or these babies will come way too early..."

Ashley shook her head. "I'm fine."

Tank held his beak shut when such a warning spewed out of the doctor's mouth. He was not ready to be a father. Not at all.

"Ash?"

"These babies must be protected. If you really do love me Tank. I want you to prove it."

"How is school so far Louie?" Melanie asked, but she did not even look up at him, for she was looking through varies medical magazines that were on the Waiting room end tables, "You are doing pre-med right?"

She looked up from the magazine, when she noticed that Louie was not paying attention.

"Louie?" she called out again.

"Hmm?" Louie turned to face his sister. "I'm sorry."

Melanie started to open her mouth to restate her question when Louie interrupted her.

"I don't know. I am thinking about changing my major," Louie replied.

"Really?" Melanie inquired. "Medicine seems so exciting. I think–Actually I know that, that is what I want to do when I grow up."

"That's great Melanie," Louie replied.

"Where's Webby?" Melanie asked next. "And Uncle Scrooge?"

"I called them. Maybe it's the traffic?"

Melanie nodded, just when the waiting room doors flew open revealing three new arrivals.

"I do hope Ducksworth gets back to the mansion in one piece," Bettina Beakley announced. "It's utter craziness out there.

Before anyone else could speak anymore, another door flew open. The extended family turned to face the new comer.

"Everyone," Donald replied, both nervous and proud, "I would like to introduce you to my daughter."

"She's a pretty wee lass Donald," Scrooge marveled.

"Aye," Donald replied, not able to say anything else just yet. "I know."

To Be Continued

Author Note: I updated and Natalie Hortense Duck is finally born. Now I just have to wrap the rest of the story up! Thank you for reading!