A REWRITTEN FAMILY HISTORY
MAN they did not have to go as hard as they did in the last few minutes of Impossibin...I'm still processing it... I haven't quite flushed out what I want to do with the whole FOWL aspect of things in this world yet to be honest so it will be interesting to see just how the rest of this cannon arch influences me... anyway here is a light hearted Fenton chapter...
thanks for reading
Fenton adjusted his posture as he crossed the threshold of the Gearloose Brownstone, box in hand. Sure, helping his boss move his fiancé in wasn't technically part of his job description however he was always one to lend a helping hand even before he was gifted his 'other job' and besides he considered the couple to be two of his closest friends...not that they had much competition.
As he placed the box down on the floor he looked over toward the female duck who had been pulling clothes out of a suitcase and placing them in piles that could only be described as organized chaos on the couch.
"So, what is in here anyway?' he asked motioning to the box he had just had, "rocks?"
He couldn't help but notice the way Della let out a slight laugh as she stopped organizing her things to take a few steps into his direction before opening up the box pulling out a frame that he instantly recognized was a framed certificate of some kind.
"Can't have the boys accolades being the only ones on display now can we?" Della said placing the diploma frame beside the pile of leather jackets seated on the couch before pulling out a trophy that he had noted was from winning at some kind of Junior Woodchuck Jamboree. "Anyway, my box of trophies should seem like nothing to you all things considered."
He watched as Della winked at him causing him to flush a little thinking about how she'd been yet another person to know about his 'not so' secret identity…
March 2019:
Fenton had been working on trying to get some dings from his latest brush with the Beagle Boys out of his armor when the sound of footsteps took him out of his moment. He knew Doctor Gearloose would be out all day and it wasn't like Scrooge to make check-ins like this. Turning his head he was pleasantly surprised to see the woman that he had met a few days ago. Doctor Gearloose's fiancé... Huebert's mom…
"M-miss Duck,"he said in a flustered tone as he tossed a sheet over the suit hoping that she hadn't caught a glimpse of it. Looking up to meet her eyes he was pleased to see that she didn't have the same look of vulnerability she had when they first met, in fact she almost looked like a different person with the way hair now fell to just below her shoulders and the boldness of the red leather jacket she had on.
"Just Della please," she spoke with a smile as she crossed the room, the shine from her ring catching his eyes as her hand brushed against the sheet.
"So where is the doctor anyway? I thought we could grab some lunch…Beakley's food is heaven but I've been having a hankering for ramen."
"Boosters meeting at Duckburg Preparatory all afternoon I'm afraid."
As he said this he watched as her face became crestfallen.
"Oh," she said somewhat deflated, "he could have invited me… I mean I am Huey's mom. Okay so sure I was living in the depths of space presumably dead to all those I knew and loved but I'm here now… back and better than ever."
"Maybe next time…"
Della simply shrugged back her shoulders and he half expected her to head back to the hydrolator as quickly as she'd come however instead her gaze returned toward the sheet.
"So, what are you working on? If I can't be involved in my son's education at least I can be involved in what's going on here at the lab."
"W-well," Fenton began his cheeks flushing a bit with nerves.
"I promise not to be judgmental… in the years I've known Gyro I've seen some pretty epic failures."
Fenton watched her from once more probably thinking about her time away on the moon.
"And some pretty spectacular achievements as well."
He wondered if Doctor Gearloose would approve however then again there was a list of people who had known about his not so secret alter ego, a good amount of said people her own family members.
"Okay… brace yourself…"
Pulling away the sheet he watched as her gaze began to look at the deconstructed mech suit, brows raised as she took it in.
"Interesting"
Fenton nodded. His boss once confided in him that the seed money used to even make this project possible came from Della's trust fund but he felt it was his bosses secret to share...however there was one secret he was ready to divulge.
"Stand back," he instructed as Della took a seat in one of the desk chairs a fair distance away from the younger duck. "Blathering Blatherskite!"
As he was transforming into Gizmoduck, the chemist couldn't help but watch her reactions from the corner of his eye.
"OH MY GOD!" Della spoke when the transformation was complete, "that was AWESOME! This is more insane then my wildest dreams of what Gearloose could create...and I totally meant that as a complement."
Flipping up his visor he couldn't help but curl his bill into a smile.
"I think Doctor Gearloose feels that Gizmoduck is his greatest achievement...well next to being a father."
"Gizmoduck," Della said, letting the name linger for a moment, "I like it."
"Now if only I could be seen as more than just a lowly intern and security guard for hire." he thought to himself before showing off just what the suit could do...well with the limitations of being inside the lab.
"Mild mannered intern me doesn't have the same strength as I do in the suit...though I have been hitting the gym a bit when I'm not on patrol not that anyone has noticed."
"I've noticed," Huey spoke with a smile as he entered the room another box in hand as he placed it down and flashed the older man a smile, "Say...could you take me next time maybe?"
Fenton moved his eyes between the kid and his mother who had seemed to have knelt down on her good knee and began to run a hand through his hair.
"Have you been bullied?"
To which the young boy let out a lingering laugh before finishing with the words, "Not today no...I just thought going to the gym with Fenton could help me get closer to unlocking one of the vast many physical fitness junior woodchuck badges.
"Respect," Della said before Fenton shook his head.
"You knew I would kid however you have to be sixteen to gain entry."
"Sixteen to gain entry to where intern?" Gyro asked as he now entered the room everyone had been in.
"Young Huey was just showing interest in possibly joining a gym."
"Bullies?"
"Junior Woodchuck Badge," Huey and Della seemed to say at the same time, cracking up as the trio soon watched as Gyro picked up one of Della's jackets and shook his head. "Just how many leather jackets did you bring with you."
"All of them," Della teased placing a kiss on Gyro's cheek making Fenton wish that he could find someone to make him light up the way that his boss lit up every time his fiancé seemed to walk into the room.
"I can't wait to carry you across the threshold in a few months making this place really ours."
Fenton watched as the couple stole another kiss wishing that one day he'd find his own person who made him feel the way that Della had made Gyro feel… not that he'd been a stone cold ice king like Doctor Gearloose seemed to be upon first impression but he just wanted someone to put a smile on his face, to make each day a new adventure, and most certainly to not just want to be with him because of Gizmoduck.
"I need to talk to Fenton about something," Gyro's voice soon could be heard speaking to Della causing the other duck to raise his brow wondering just what it could be about...especially as he used his actual name for once.
A few moments soon passed by in slow motion until the moment that Gyro and Fenton had managed to make their way into the garage lab.
"I was going to give some big wordy speech but let me just cut to the chase…"
"You're firing me aren't you Doctor Gearloose?"
"Now why would I do a thing like that to you Fenton. You are a hard worker even when assigned to the tedious and mundane task of organizing my schedule. No, I wanted to promote you from intern to lab assistant."
This was definitely NOT something that Fenton had seen coming when he had offered to help that day and if it were physically possible for ones jaw to hit the floor then his would be tasting the cold hard cement right about now.
"Doctor Gearloose I'm flattered I really am, so what would being a lab assistant even entail."
There was a pause.
"Everything is the same except I will now dignify you by calling you your actual name."
"I'll take it," Fenton said holding out his hand.
