A/N: Agh! I meant to try to have this up the other day, but some things like work got in the way, and despite really wanting something like it to occur, this chapter was actually a lot more difficult to write than I expected. With the kids and Beakley, it was kind of easy as a lot of the resolution came from solving problems that were mostly recent (revealing the truth to the boys, as well as the ensuing argument, and telling Webby she wasn't family), but there's so many ways the resolution between Donald and Scrooge could go that it was difficult to come to a conclusion that felt both natural and covered what I could recall, though one of them still winds up a little out of character in my opinion.

tl;dr: Author is a dumb and can't wait for season two to see if Scrooge and Donald talk it out. Please, writers, it is what I crave!

A/N: Also, there's going to be at least one more chapter after this, maybe two or three if I can convince myself to do it.

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Donald hadn't known what to think when the boys told him they knew about the Spear of Selene. At first, he felt his heart drop, but then he became angry. There was only one person who would have told them and caused them to react in such a despondent way, and it took every fiber of his being to not fly into one of his famous rages as the conclusion came to him.

He knew it would be futile. The boys would probably just react even worse were he to succumb to it, so for once, just for their sake, he didn't.

XvX

It had been on the occasional adventure Donald tagged along that he and Scrooge had been separated from the others. Despite them all coming together in the aftermath of Magica's defeat, neither duck could bring themself to talk to the other about what had torn them apart so long ago, so it was needless to say that they both felt uncomfortable in the awkward silence that ensnared them as they tried to find the rest of their family. Both were afraid, almost as if one or the other could explode at any moment.

Then they became trapped on the crumbling platform above the snake pit, and all heck broke loose.

"Donald, Ah'm sorry," Scrooge said desperately, his nephew clinging to him for dear life.

"It's not your fault this happened!" Donald responded, although he was intrigued.

"Not about that, lad! Ah'm sorry Ah dinnae tell ye about the Spear, nor that Ah couldnae bring Della down! Ah shouldnae have been so dull in the head to not see the consequences!"

Donald turned pointedly to the trillionaire, the words making his ears ring. Was now really the time for this? Scrooge was standing on the tips of his toes now, a nervous look on his face. It honestly shocked him to see his uncle this way. The sailor had time to neither respond or otherwise react before the door that had suddenly seemed so impossible to get to opened and a grappling hook shot out to connect with an adjacent pillar. Donald grabbed the cane and launched the both of them towards the line, hooking onto it and gliding through the opening to safety.

The both of them landed on the floor, breathing heavily, as the others swarmed them, bombarding with questions of concern and intrigue. Scrooge and Donald shared a look between the two of them, a silent understanding to talk about it the first chance they got.

XvX

It had been a chill day around the manor, less than three days from the adventure with the snake pit, when Scrooge finally decided to seek Donald out. He had spent some time pondering over what had transpired between the two of them in that temple, and had realized the conversation had been long overdue. He owed it to Donald to do this properly, and waited until he felt they were both ready to deal with the matter.

Donald was sitting among the garden, enjoying the warm breeze and fresh air. He'd decided to take a break from rebuilding the houseboat, and had simply gotten lost in the peacefulness of it all. Sometimes, he figured, it was nice to just sit back and enjoy what was in front of you, even if for the longest time he'd wanted to avoid it.

"Donald?" The sailor turned to see his uncle standing behind him, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Are ye ready to talk?"

"Only if you are," Donald sighed. He shifted over, allowing Scrooge the ability to sit down with him, and they did so quietly before Donald cleared his throat and spoke again. "Did you... did you really mean what you said, Uncle Scrooge?"

"Aye," Scrooge replied. "Every bit of it. Ah've... honestly been trying to figure out how to approach ye about it for a while now, ever since ye and the boys came back into me life. Ah guess feeling like we wouldnae make it out of that room alive was as good a time as any." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the hands crossed over the top of his cane. "Of all the things Ah've come to regret in me life, the Spear of Selene is somewhere near the top."

"...How long ago did you stop?" Scrooge looked up at Donald, who didn't return the look, curiously. "The bin is more empty than I last remember. I know you wouldn't spend that gold on anything that wasn't worth it, and Mrs. B said you spent ten years looking for Della."

"It was just a few months before ye showed up at the gates, so almost a year now. Those vultures had to actually drag me away because of the expenses. If Ah went bankrupt looking for her, then so be it." Donald finally looked to the elder duck. He wasn't sure what to say, so stretched a hand out and rested it against his uncle's shoulder. "Ye don't have to accept any of those apologies if ye dinnae wish to. Ah wouldnae hold it against ye, but.. know that Ah'm just glad we were able to talk about it, lad."

"I feel the same way to be honest, Uncle Scrooge. The truth is.. I want to, I really do. Right before we became aware of what Magica had been doing, when Webby and Mrs. Beakley and Launchpad were trying to get us to come back, I realized that..." Donald swallowed hard. "I realized it was ridiculous to go back to the old ways. You needed us, and when Della got lost in space, I was so enraged and heartbroken, but most of all I was concerned for the boys, and that overrode everything, especially the part of me that was alarming me to your guilt and blinded me to see you were doing what you could to correct the mistake. Even now, though that cloud is gone... a part of me doesn't want to forgive you, no matter how much the rest of me wants to make that amend."

Scrooge was honestly speechless and Donald had felt he'd finally said his peace, so they sat in silence for a few minutes. Donald looked to the skyline, surprised to see it already so near sundown. When had that happened? And why was his vision starting to... oh wait, no, those were tears. False alarm. He wiped his face with his sleeve and looked back to Scrooge, who had gone back to looking sadly at the ground.

Without hesitaion, the sailor pulled the miser into a strong hug. Scrooge was slightly taken aback, but quickly reciprocated the gesture.

"Think it over, Donald. Whatever ye decide in the end, Ah'll be fine with."

"Thank you, Uncle Scrooge."