"Just You And Me"
Hellllooooooooooo everyone! So, this is my second Louie and Della bonding one-shot, and I'm going to at least one more in the future because EEEEEEEKKKKKK I JUST LOVE THEM SOOOOOO MUCH! :D
7 YEARS AGO, WHEN LOUIE WAS 4 YEARS OLD:
Louie sat in his chair in kindergarten classroom, scribbling something onto the piece of paper sitting on the desk in front of him. He took out a green crayon and signed his name under his "masterpiece" with big, sloppy handwriting.
He smiled proudly at his artwork, "Mrs. Quackers! Look what I did!"
"Oh, that's wonderful Louie." Mrs. Quakers said to the little boy.
The bell rang, "Looks like it's playtime, kids!" Mrs. Quackers told everyone.
"Yay!" Louie jumped out of his seat and joined his brothers and the other kids in the "play corner," which was basically a carpet with a few toys on it.
"I call the blue car!" Dewey squeaked.
"I call the green one!"
"I'll be the red one!" Huey added, "according to the JWG, red cars are-"
Before Huey could finish his statement, he started to rock back and forth, "Woah!"
All the kids in the classroom started freaking out.
"Ok everyone, don't panic, I want everyone to hide under their desks, okay? It's just a little earthquake."
Mrs. Quackers was wrong.
It was a big earthquake.
Shaking, Louie made his way under his desk, clinging onto the metal legs of it while crying.
"Don't worry Louie, it's fine." Mrs. Quackers assured him.
Just then, the classroom started tilting, and Louie accidentally let go of the desk, "Aaaaah!"
"LOUIE!" Everyone screamed.
Louie's back hit the wall hard, and the huge whiteboard bashed into him. He whimpered, pulling his legs closer in an effort to comfort himself. His head throbbed, and when he lifted a hand onto his forehead, he noticed it was bleeding. The ground finally stopped moving.
"Louie!" Mrs. Quackers rushed to the scene.
Louie heard distorted voices all around him, not being able to figure out who they belonged to.
He sobbed as gentle hands lifted him up, and something red appeared in front of him.
Maybe it was Mrs. Quackers' red dress? Or Huey's shirt?
Or maybe blood dripping down from the big gash on his forehead.
Whatever it was, it scared Louie.
His vision darkened, and when he woke up again, it was only for a split second.
He spotted an emergency truck from the corner of his eyes, and big lights were flashing along with deafening, loud siren-like sounds.
"Unca Donald?" He rasped, and then everything turned black once more.
This time when he woke up, he found himself in a nice, quiet room.
"Unca D-D-Donald?" He stammered.
"I'm right here, Louie." Donald whispered. Louie's vision was still blurry, and he could only make out a white blob.
He whimpered, "I'm scared."
"That's okay, Louie."
He started sobbing again.
"Shhhh…." Donald caressed his hair.
Louie's bottom beak quivered as he remembered the ruthless earthquake.
He certainly didn't want to remember that moment, or relive it ever again.
PRESENT DAY:
Louie smirked as he turned on the TV and sipped a can of Pep.
"Whatcha doing, Lou?" Dewey entered the living room.
"Watching Ottoman Empire." He told his older brother.
"Cool." Dewey sat down beside him, "Hey, just so you know there may be an earthquake happening today. They just said there were some tremors on TV."
Louie's heart skipped a beat, "Excuse me, what?!"
"I said there's an earthquake happening today? Are you okay? You look a bit pale."
Louie let out a crazed laugh, "I'm not pale; you're pale!" He blurted out, "Who's pale? I DON"T KNOW OKAY?!" He shook his brother by his shoulders.
"Okay, calm down, geesh. It's just a tiny earthquake, nothing like that one that happened in kindergarten. SCAREDY CAT!" Dewey laughed.
"Stop it!"
"Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat!" Dewey teased.
Louie got off the couch and stalked off to his room.
Louie would usually seek comfort in Huey when he was in a predicament like this, but strangely enough, Huey was nowhere to be seen.
He closed the door and flopped onto his bed, hyperventilating.
"Unca Donald?"
"Unca D-D-Donald?"
"I'm right here, Louie."
"I'm scared."
He snapped back to reality, sweating, "Keep it together. It's just a hallucination."
"Aaaaah!"
"LOUIE!"
"No, no, no, nooooo!" Louie pulled his hood over his head.
"Hey sweetie, what's the matter?" Della entered the room.
Oh no.
Not Della.
"Nothing." Louie said between gasps of air.
"Louie are you okay?"
"F-fine!"
"You look like you're going to pass out."
The ground under started to shake, and Louie screamed, his breathing quickening.
"Louie dear, are you scared?"
"I-" Louie whimpered, and Della wrapped her arms around him. Louie buried his face in his mother's arms.
The earthquake eventually stopped, but Louie was shaking like crazy.
"What's the matter?"
Louie looked down at the floor. There was nothing worse than admitting that he was scared of a stupid hurricane to his mom.
What would Della think of him? That he was even more of a coward than she thought?
Plus, why should he tell that to the same duck who grounded him in that prison cell for 7 days without batting an eye?
Louie might have messed up, but Della had taken it too far: She had shut down his business, locked him in a room with a malfunctioning robot, threatened his place in the family, and screamed at him in front of everyone after the Timephoon incident.
So why should he tell her?
Louie pulled away, "Why should I tell you?" He asked coldly.
"What do you mean, sweetheart?"
"Stop it with all the sweet-talk. I know your true objective here: try and butter me up by making me feel good about myself, then yell and scream and ground me like Timephoon."
Della gaped a little, as she wasn't expecting this, "Wha-what?" She sounded flabbergasted.
"Typical Della, doesn't even know what she did wrong."
"Louie…" Della looked hurt, "that's not fair."
"You know what's not fair? The fact that you have the right to threaten my place in the family!" Louie retorted bitterly.
Della reached forward to touch Louie's cheek, but he pulled away.
"You made me feel like I was a failure."
"Oh Louie, I never knew that!" Della gasped softly.
"Well now you do. Now you know. But why should you care anyway? I'm your least favorite son." Louie chuckled sadly.
"I don't have favorites, Louie. I love all three of you equally."
"You don't love me." He sniffled, "You never did."
Della sat down next to him, placing a hand on her son's shoulder. To her surprise, Louie didn't fling it off.
The ground started shaking again, and Louie tightly closed his eyes shut, the memory of when he had that concussion haunting him like a ghastly phantasm.
"Hey. It's okay. I used to be scared of earthquakes to when I was your age."
This made Louie soften, "Really?"
"Yeah. I just never told anyone."
"But you're an adventurer! How are you afraid of earthquakes?"
"Anyone can be afraid of anything, Louie. My biggest fear now is that you'll never love me. And that hurts more that any injury I've gotten. Even more than when I lost my leg in the crash."
Louie's voice was no more than a whisper, "I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm sorry for being a terrible son. I'm sorry for Timephoon. I'm sorry that I'm a coward. I'm sorry that I'm lazy. I'm sorry that I'm such a failure that I have to come up with idiotic schemes to get what I want. I'm sorry that I'm greedy. I'm sorry that I didn't put my family above profit and I made the mistake of stealing the Time Tub." He started to bawl, "I'm sorry I'm not the perfect son you wished for."
"You are perfect, Louie. In your own way." Della bent down and kissed Louie's cheek, wiping tears from his eyes, "You're my baby. And I love you, no matter what."
"But Dewey's brave and adventurous; he's just like you. And Huey, he's so smart, and you are both Junior Woodchucks." Louie continued bawling.
Della pulled him closer. "It wouldn't be fun if everyone was the same. It's okay to be unique. That's what makes you, well, you."
Louie cringed as the house started shaking again.
"It will be all right. You're with me now."
Della took a deep breath and started to sing:
"Look at the stars
My darling baby boy
Life is strange and vast
Filled with wonders and joy
Face each new sun
With eyes clear and true
Unafraid of the unknown
Because I'll face it with you
Look to the stars
And gaze up at the moon
Even as these days pass
I'm always thinking of you
Face each new day with eyes clear and true
And keep your hope alive
I promise I'll be there soon
It won't be long 'till I'm with you."
The shaking stopped.
Della scooped up Louie and put him on his bed when she noticed that his eyes had gotten heavy.
"Good night sweet pea. I love you."
"I love you too mom."
Della was about to leave when she heard, "Wait! You won't tell Dewey, will you? He already made fun of me."
"No. This is just between you and me."
Della's words bounced toward Louie like a beach ball would, ricocheting off the walls and careening straight into Louie's head.
"This is just between you and me."
Just you and me.
With those words, Louie drifted off into a peaceful sleep, unbeknownst that he had just gotten over his biggest fear.
And no, his biggest fear wasn't earthquakes.
Actually, it was the same as Della's: that she wouldn't love him.
Awwww! Touching Louie/Della moments really get to me! XD
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