Rewritten Family History

The next two chapters were an idea I had early on in my plotting for this piece and I definitely had fun in writing them. Let me set the stage... Halloween Night...Fancy Dresses...People in Masks...and well what is life in Duckburg without a bit of drama..

I know that updates have been slow and I'm sorry about that. This piece will be finished eventually though sometimes I feel I wrote myself into a wall with my whole 'each chapter is another character POV + flashback. If you ever want to read ahead I'm about six chapters further out on A03 (username 1lilspark)


Donald placed his car into park as he lingered in the driveway observing the throngs of trick or treaters milling about the neighborhood causing him to shake his head.

Halloween was always his son's favorite holiday, the thought of pretending to be someone other than yourself for one night of the year was the best thing ever...that was until he discovered the Duckburg Junior High theater department and learned that he could pretend to be someone else more than just one day a year.

Now, Dewey was spending his Halloween Night in St. Canard along with Lena and Gosalyn while Donald was still pretending to be someone he wasn't.

Being the nephew of Scrooge McDuck and Great Great Grandson of Cornelius Coot being a member of high society was literally in his blood and yet as he stepped out of his well loved vehicle he couldn't help but wonder if he should have sprung for a limo.

As he arrived toward the door he began to reach for the bell before hesitating a moment and giving a slight knock instead. As the door opened Donald couldn't help but take in the woman who was standing in the doorway.

"Wow!" He spoke, speechless as to what else he could even say as he looked her up and down. The black and gold gown looked like it was tailor made just for her and the way her hair was curled and then pulled up to the side really pulled it all together.

"Hopefully your girlfriend gets the same reaction as you're giving me Don," Della said with a smile.

While he'd always been a romantic sap at heart he never thought he'd ever have a girlfriend and honestly he was still getting used to the concept in his mind.

"Anyway, you clean up pretty good yourself, definitely better than flannel."

"What's wrong with flannel?"

"Well, for starters this isn't the 90s anymore."

"Fashion is cyclical, ask Daisy she'll tell you."

"That only applies to GOOD Fashion."

"Like your aviator jacket?"

Donald watched as his sister's eyes flared into him like daggers before breaking out into a laugh. Oh had he missed that laugh in all the years that she'd been gone.

"What's so funny Della."

There was a moment so silent you could hear a pin drop before his sister spoke up again.

"It's just mom would have been so proud of us going out on Halloween looking like twins."

Turning toward the small mirror that stood in the hall, Donald couldn't help but take in his sisters words before he looked at their reflection, a slight smile on his bill as he thought back to the last Halloween they had before the accident.


October 1990:

Looking at his sister standing across from him the seven year old boy shook his head. He thought nothing could be more embarrassing than the matching sailor suits their parents dressed them in on their last trip to visit their nan and granda but at least those were tolerable.

"I could just eat ye up!" their mother, Hortense spoke as she pulled the grey felt cap off of Della's head beginning to ruffle her hair a bit.

"You know I'm not actually a shaker of salt mom, and who would actually eat salt on its own anyway?" Della asked with a roll of her eyes.

"Yea, couldn't we at least dress up as something cooler?"

Their mother raised a brow at her son's comment.

"Like…"

Donald paused, not prepared to be put on the spot. Thinking on his toes he thought of the small comic book shop that sat next to the music store downtown where he was taking his lessons and smiled.

"I don't know, like a superhero or something."

He could see the wheels in his sisters head begin to turn and he knew that the girl had some ideas of her own. It was when Della soon began to jump up and down that this was confirmed.

"Oh or a zombie, can Don and I dress up as zombies next year mom."

A Zombie, he thought rolling his eyes. Not what he'd want to dress as ideally but it was still much less embarrassing than a shaker of pepper.

"Oh, my wee bairns and your wild imaginations." Hortense spoke with a smile as she searched for a camera, "but I promise, next Halloween I'll let you choose your own costumes even if they don't match."


The sound of another knock soon filled the air and the next thing he knew Fenton had arrived and it was clear from the scientists body language that he was having a mild case of imposter syndrome as well and they hadn't even arrived at the museum.

"If you look even half as beautiful in your wedding gown than you do right now then Doctor Gearloose is a lucky man."

"I'm the lucky one," Della replied as she reached over to straighten Fenton's tie, "to be in love with my best friend."

Donald noticed a confused expression begin to cross the face of the scientist.

"I thought I was in love with your best friend?"

At Fenton's comment Donald couldn't help but smile at the thought of the moon goddesses and the scientist seeing one another and what Zeus must think about it. He made mental note that when Storkules inevitably called to hear all the details about the night ahead of them that he'd ask.

"One can have more than one best friend, Selene is like a sister to me and Gyro makes me be my best self...well most of the time."

Donald couldn't help but think about how his once and future brother in law and think that the opposite could also be true. There was definitely a change in him these past few months and for the better.


After a few obligatory photos taken the trio had soon made their way toward the museum. Donald insisted they take Fenton's car as it would look less embarrassing to the valets and the scientist agreed as it would be easier to stash the Gizmosuit in the trunk versus the gala's coat room in the case of an emergency.

As they soon entered the building, Donald couldn't help but look around for Daisy when suddenly he felt a slight nudge in his side.

"Daisy did a fantastic job with this place," Della spoke in a whisper as Donald nodded, "I bet this would make a great wedding venue...I should talk to Gyro and Aunt Goldie about it."

"You should sis," Donald nodded his eyes still wandering through the sea of black and white. So many tuxes, so many ball gowns, so many masks obscuring the eyes of the party goers making it even harder and harder to…

His train of thought soon came to a standstill as he gazed across the room spotting her, looking like an angel in white.

"Go," his sister whispered to him, practically pushing him into Daisy's direction.

"The flowers are wrong," Donald heard Emma Glamor speak from her perch on the makeshift stage set up in the front of the room. Dressed in black, the fashionista ruled over the room as if she were a queen loading over her subjects...and she was in a sense.

"I know Miss Glamor, and I'm sorry...but the florist brought in pink flowers at first and when I explained that this was a black and white ball and pink wasn't in the color scheme he brought over whatever white flowers they had available."

"Well than take note Daisy...DO NOT HIRE those florists for the next event."

"Yes Miss Glamor," Daisy said and in the moment her eyes began to lock onto Donald's causing a flush to cross the Duck's cheeks as he began to approach where his date was standing with her boss.

"Wow, Daisy you look…"

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Emma asked as Daisy began to open her mouth however it was Donald who managed to muster up the courage to speak first.

"Miss Glamor, my name is Donald Duck, and I'm here to ask my girlfriend if I can have this dance."

Donald watched as Emma's eyes shifted between him and her assistant and back again as if to silently judge however instead of shooting out a witty barb she instead just waved her hand as if to say go on.

Donald simply smiled as he took Daisy's hand and led her toward the dance floor where dancing was already getting underway. He didn't know how limited his time would be with his date before her boss stole her away for business however he knew that they would make the best of it.