REWRITTEN FAMILY HISTORY

So, my format (at least at present) is to center around a certain character each chapter with at least one flashback -if there is any certain moments cannon or not between when the Twins were kids and point present please drop them in a comment and I'll see if it sparks my muse (I have a few flashback ideas planned but with 40-50 chapters in my present outline I'm open to suggestions)


Dewey Duck hummed a tune as he made his way down the boardwalk of the Duckburg Marina after school. Taking in a breath of the salty air he couldn't help but notice just how much cleaner it was in the more suburban Duckburg as opposed to the more industrious where he'd lived for most of his life. For the most part it was just him and his dad, a former navel official who now ran fishing and cruising charters along the Audubon Bay, well, when he wasn't playing gigs with his college buddies.

From the Caballero's jam sessions to the constraint whistling around the house to getting to know his mother through old mix tapes music had always seemed to be a constant of Dewey's life to the point that he could read it almost as quickly as he learnt to read the written word. The particular song he'd been humming in the moment had been one of the earliest songs he could remember hearing and the first song he learnt to play when he was five... an old lullaby that his mother had sung to him and his "brothers" as eggs.

June 2012:

'Look To The Stars….' Dewey began to play his vocals not the strongest as he'd been only five at the time. Finishing the tune he was met with a round of applause from his dad.

Turning toward Donald the duo shared a smile before the older duck took a seat by his side ruffling the boys head feathers.

"Your mother would be so proud."

There was a pause.

"Tell me more about her…."

Donald nodded thinking of his dear sister whom he loved and missed so much even more so as it was nearly their 29th birthday.

"Well, despite writing that lullaby and singing it to you boys as eggs she couldn't carry a tune."

While Donald thought back to Della's off key renditions of Powerline's greatest hits that she'd sing into her hairbrush when she thought nobody had been looking, Dewey let out a slight laugh as he caught something his dad just said.

"You Boys?" He asked, "this has something to do with why me and my cousins look alike doesn't it?"

With a raised brow he thought about how Huey joked that once or twice that his father, Dr. Gearloose cloned him and that Dewey and his cousin Louie were the result of that but his dad just mentioned his mother singing to them as eggs tossing that theory out the window.

Donald nodded again as he let out a sigh. He was shaking a bit out of nerves the small child thought or perhaps sadness.

"I was going to wait until you were older Dewey but I'm not your father."

No, he had to be lying; it was the two of them against the world always had been always would be.

"Your mother was my sister and she loved you and your brothers very much, so much in fact that she asked me, your real dad, and your Uncle Scrooge to each take one of you boys so you'd have your best chance."

Dewey sat in silence for a moment haphazardly strumming for a while as he was lost in thought.

"So...Doctor Gearloose…."

Donald nodded.

"If you'd like to get to know him."

Dewey nodded

Stopping as he reached the Unchained Melody, the young duck smiled as he spotted his dad working on the deck of the ship.

"Hey kiddo, how was school."

Shrugging back his shoulders he flashed the older duck a smile.

"It was nothing special," he replied thinking that truthfully while he'd made a few acquaintances it was kind of lonely and he'd rather be attending that stuffy prep school with Huey or having Beakley and other private tutors educate him like Louie and Webby then be attending Duckburg Junior High but that was an argument for another day.

Donald nodded his head as he moved about the boat and soon Dewey began to realize that his father was nowhere ready to be walking home with him like they normally did after school, that was unless he had a sunset charter but those were very rare on a school night. As if he could read the young duckling's mind Donald soon spoke up.

"So, I booked a last minute charter...I think it's going to be another proposal too!"

Dewey could see his dad's face light up at the prospect of being a part of the next chapter of a couples love story as he was a romantic at heart and there were days when Dewey hoped that his father would go out for a night on the town with his bandmates or cousin Gladstone only to return with a story about meeting the love of his life.

"I left money for take out on the counter, make sure to do your homework."

"Do you think I could spend the night with Uncle Gyro?" Dewey asked his bill curling into a pout.

True to Donald's word, after finding out the engineer was his biological father, Dewey had taken many a trip across the Audubon Bay to form a steady relationship with the man, a relationship that had grown in the past year ever since he relocated to Duckburg. "You know he'll make sure all my homework is done, plus his place is actually closer to school."

There was a slight pause before Donald nodded.

"If he says it's okay I don't see why not."

Pulling out his phone, Dewey smiled.

-Dad booked a last minute sunset charter- can I spend the night?-

A few moments later there was a text back

-Like you have to ask-I'll be at the lab waiting-

"He said yes," Dewey replied as he readjusted his backpack around his shoulder before pointing toward the line of row houses in the distance where they lived. "I'm going to just pack a quick overnight bag and I'll be gone. Text me when you come in so I know you got home safely."

"And you text me when you get to school so I know that you aren't wrapped up in one of your bio dads experiments or worse, one of your Uncle Scrooge's adventures when he knows explicitly not to take you out gallivanting to parts unknown on a school night."

"It was one time," he said, causing Donald to roll his eyes at the boy before leaning over the boat and ruffling the boys head feathers.

"I love you kiddo."

"I love you too dad."

Turning toward his home, Dewey couldn't help but feel something deep down in his gut. Call it intuition but he felt like something was going to happen that evening that could very well alter his attendance record he just didn't know what.