A Rewritten Family History

Let's Get Dangerous... that is all that's the comment ...the timing lined up perfectly as I was working on writing Drake's proper introduction to this universe when the episode aired and so it's been like catnip to the muse... Anyway here is my Goldie chapter which was a fun one to write (and I really hope I can squeeze more Goldie into this especially after Forevorglades)

As always thanks for reading


Goldie O'Gilt had never settled down in one place longer than it took to run a con as the art of the chase had been her siren song. She didn't know when Scrooge McDuck became her homing beacon as they had been dancing the same dance for years upon years… ex partners ex rivals ex lovers ex everything at one point or another however seeing him at that museum gala hearing him talk about his children it kind of struck a chord with her.

She was pleased when he agreed to go on an adventure with her for old times sake and was just as shocked as he'd been when asked if she was behind the officiate of their sham of a wedding being legally ordained...man she wishes she had thought of that though.

The life of a wife and mother was a pleasantly surprising one and at the same time one that she had wondered if she'd ever see again.

The Shadow war had been hard on her as she definitely saw a spark between Scrooge and Magica De Spell rooted in the long standing dealings the sorceress had against clan McDuck. Scrooge assured her that there had been nothing going on with Magica however at the same time she kind of needed time to breathe and the opportunity to go on an excavation sounded appealing.

It was just supposed to be a few months… she'd be back in time for the kids birthday with time to spare...but then those blasted Sky Pirates came before they even reached their site.

Fortunately for her a parachute was in arms reach, even more fortunate that she had landed on this island...she just hoped that that the young robin from the Duckburg museum who'd been accompanying her as well as their pilot had made it somewhere safe.

Sitting cross legged on the sand, Goldie reached out for the locket that had been hanging around her neck feeling tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she looked at an old photo of Scrooge from their days in the Klondike on one side and a candid shot of Louie and Webby on the other.

"I promise I'll get back to you," she said, choking back tears as a sound filled the air.

"Mom," Louie's voice spoke causing her to let out a sigh. No, she was being delusional after all she'd been here for four months give or take and as far as she knew there was nobody else here.

"I'm fine, the impact of the crash was much tamer then when I landed on the moon."

"The Moon?" Goldie mouthed to herself as she soon realized whose voice was speaking, a voice she didn't think she ever would hear again, a voice that she was sure had sparked so much joy in her husband's world...that was if the voices were real and not just figments of her imagination.


September 1999 :

Donald and Della had entered the foyer of the manor when they spotted a familiar figure lounging about as if she owned the place.

"What are you doing here?" Della asked, crossing her arms allowing for her hands to sink into the sleeves of the oversized beige sweatshirt she had on.

"Can't a gal drop in on an old friend?" Goldie had asked with a smirk as she triggered something in Donald.

"No way I'm going to bear witness to the latest episode of this soap opera, if you need me sis I'll be in my room."

With that Donald's footfalls moved up the staircase to the second floor and seconds later the familiar sound of his slamming bedroom door echoed through the halls.

"Well that was a mood," Goldie replied.

"Well can you blame him? Everytime you show up out of the blue it's one kind of drama or another and one day I swear it's going to lead my uncle to the grave and Don and I will be on the streets."

"You'd survive...your brother on the other hand… anyway sometimes I swear your uncle is immortal but even so, no, I don't want harm to ever come to my beloved Scroogie, by the way where is he?"

"Finance Meeting… though I suspect he's actually on some adventure he deems as too dangerous for us… I mean I'm sixteen, I'm not a child."

Goldie eyed the teenaged duck up and down before crossing her arms.

"Of course not, you are a capable young woman...anyway, since I'm here let's chat."

"I'm not going to tell you where whatever artifact you're snooping about for is being stored."

Goldie couldn't help but shake her head.

"I was just going to ask about what kinds of interests you had lately."

Watching the teen as she began to play with the sleeves of her sweatshirt some more, Goldie listened as she responded with a sudden air of enthusiasm.

"Well, I'm in the process of scouring the salvage yards looking for parts for the airplane I'm building… and in twenty one glorious months I'll be able to get my pilot's license and spread my wings."

Goldie couldn't help but smile thinking that the young girl reminded her of herself in a few ways.

"You're a bride of adventure just like your dear aunt Goldie aren't you?"

Observing now as the girls demeanor shifted a bit she wondered if it had been too much to use that moniker.

"You wish you were my aunt," Della instead teased with a snarky flair to her vocal tone, "Anyway, I guess I am."


Goldie took a deep breath as she began to push through the small amount of brush to get a closer look...hoping against hope that it wasn't a mirage however at the same time why would the children and a woman who had been dead for over a decade be here now on this island and if they were here was her precious Scroogie? So many questions ran through her mind as she heard a collective scream followed by two bodies colliding with her, one a boy in green and the other a girl in pink.

"Mom!" Webby said, "What are you doing here, I thought you were still in South America?"

"I never made it there, Sky Pirates hijacked us before we reached our destination."

"I hope it wasn't Don Karnage," Dewey spoke from Della's side, "I'd hate to think that our rivalry nearly cost you your life Aunt Goldie."

"You have a rivalry with a SKY PIRATE!" Della exclaimed. It was hard for Goldie and the others to tell if the woman was excited about this detail or enraged however before they could make a call Huey spoke up.

"Dewey wiped the floor with him in a sing off."

"I can't help it if I have pitch perfect tone," the blue clad boy spoke with a shrug of his shoulder as Goldie took a few steps away from her children to look Della in the eye.

"Is it really you?"

Della nodded her head.

"It's really me Aunt Goldie," she spoke, "man that sounds so wrong yet so right at the same time."

Goldie simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Looks like we both realized that we could have it both ways and be brides of adventure as well as actual brides."

Goldie's eyes soon fell upon the sapphire and diamond ring that circled Della's finger curling her bill into a smirk.

"And might I say, the good doctor has exquisite taste when it comes to fine jewlery… who knew?"

Della nodded her head in agreement and it was clear from her eyes that the younger woman missed the scientist just as much as she had missed her Scroogie. Kneeling down toward the red clad boy now, Goldie soon raised her brow.

"So, kiddo, is there anything in that Junior Woodchuck Guidebook of yours about getting off an island."

Huey reached for his satchel which he had managed to take with him after the crash. Removing his prized possession from it he began to flip through.

"Stranded on an island…" he muttered to himself as he began to flip through page after page… "Let's see...oh there is a list of 50 ways to prepare coconuts."

"That would have been something nice to have known weeks ago," Goldie replied as she watched her nephew continue to flip through pages with an eagerness in his eyes.

"...Oh...there are detailed schematics to build a raft...between me and mom it will be easy as…."

Huey's eyes trailed off as Goldie soon observed that Della had managed to separate herself from the group and was seated against a tree.

"I don't know guys, I mean being here on this island together...maybe it's for the best."

"She's right," Dewey replied, "I mean these waves are amazing and I've always wanted to surf."

The young boy picked up a piece of driftwood and began to make his way toward the water immediately being flung back to shore.

"Phooey," he muttered under his breath clearly about to do it again when the green clad boy held his hand up to stop before taking a seat besides his birth mother placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I know being on the moon caused you pain, and who knows what the moonlanders are doing back in Duckburg."

"What did I miss?" Goldie asked, whispering to her daughter as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Long Story," Webby said.

"Well, we have all the time in the world right now don't we spitfire?" Goldie asked before turning her eyes back toward her son and listening in on the conversation at hand.

"Yes for the moment the six of us are here together as a family but what about the rest of the family...my dads, your brother, Launchpad, Beakley, Lena...is it fair if we just abandon them?"

Letting out a sigh it was clear that Della had thought that their son had made a good point. Sharpie was always good at giving a motivational speech or pep talk when the going got tough, Goldie thought to herself as the boy continued.

"I know part of the reason you took us away from the situation was to keep us safe but our family never backs down...and between Huey's brains, Dewey's tenacity, my perceptiveness, and Web's weaponry skills if the A Team hasn't managed to subdue the Moonlanders we will do it...as a family."

There was a moment of silence as Goldie wondered if the boy's words had broken down Della's walls. Finally after a few more lingering moments, Della managed to stand up turning her gaze to Huey.

"Okay, what supplies do we need to build that raft again?" She asked however the boy's gaze was turned toward the water.

"Ahhh FISH!" Della exclaimed.

"That's not any fish," Huey spoke as another pair of voices that Goldie had NOT counted on hearing any time soon soon filled the air.

"Ahoy Little Donalds, Mrs. Scrooge…"

"Dells Bells? Is that really you?"

There had been many strange sights that Goldie had seen in her years of adventures but none as strange as Fethry Duck and Gladstone Gander riding up on a giant krill like knights on white horses there to save the day.