Back with chapter one, and it will take a while before chapter three will be up. Don't worry, though; I try to have this story finished and posted by the end of the month. Maybe. Hopefully +crosses fingers+

Enjoy, and don't forget to R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own one single bit in this except for the plot. All rights are Tad Jones and Disney, without any financial profit whatsoever
Warnings: PG-13 for some graphic details and character death
Summary: A scheme by the Fearsome Five leads to a tragic loss, which affects the entire Darkwing family. How will they cope?

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Beryllium Flowers

l Darkest dawn

"Oh..my..gosh..!" whispered Megavolt.
The other Fearsome Five were too stunned to even nod their heads in agreement.
None, not even Negaduck, could have imagined this outcome. Scarcely four hours after he had declared the price for the missile codes, everybody, and that meant everybody, who was somebody in the Who's Who of villainy, came marching into St. Canard.
First and foremost was of course F.O.W.L., then various delegations of Beagle Boys, several mobs, power-hungry dictators, high ranking army officials of all colours and nationalities, plus a few moneymen who wanted to reclaim the prize for the 'good cause' and thus polish up their portfolio.
And then, of course, there were the federalies.
Since the entire city had been put under siege, it was swarming with every thinkable(and a few unknown) kind of law enforcement representative.

To call it a mere fight would be an insult to those who suffered through what followed the moment the first blow struck blood.
Like a dambreach the opposing forces clashed upon one another; everyone trying to gain the upper hand and thus control of the situation, unaware that by doing so, they just foddered the escalation. Whereas the army, SHUSH and police divisions crossed swords with FOWL, the Beagle Boys and other militant forces, Darkwing went right for the price.
With a devious roar, he forced his trusty Ratcatcher up a steep ramp leading upon a highrise construction site. From there he could easily make out Quackerjack, Megavolt and Negaduck on the roof of City Hall through his spyglass. Neither Bushroot nor Liquidator were in sight, but that didn't matter.
The most important thing was retrieving the tiny briefcase Negaduck was clutching in his left hand, which obviously held the goods.

Negaduck scowled.
"This is definitely getting out of hands. Let's scram and look for a safer-"
"I am the terror that flaps in the night!"
A collective groan escaped the three villains.
"I am the avalanche that collides with the speed train of crime!"
Calmly, the Fearsome Three reached for their respective guns and pointed them at the tuft of blue smoke.
"I am -right behind you!" tweeted Darkwing.
"What-?" croaked Negaduck, but the vigilante had already knocked over Quackerjack and was currently pinning down Megavolt. A somersault was the one thing that saved him from Negaduck's bullet, but Quackerjack's stun gun took out Megavolt.
"One down, two more to go!" bellowed Darkwing. Negaduck narrowed his eyes, then gave a malicious smirk.
"Oh, really? Count again, dimwit."

The swap of the poison ivy vine swatted the crime fighter against the wall of the opposite building. A wave of icy water washed him off and down into one of the abandoned sidestreets. Coughing and gasping for air, Darkwing lay on the floor, trying to get up- just to be entangled in a coil of vines. Struggling, he turned to where Bushroot and Liquidator stood, who wore victorious smirks on their features.
"Well, if it isn't our dear friend Darkwing Duck, passing by to say hello. Or should I say-passing on?"
A vicious snarl crossed the green-tinted face of the former botanic engineer, as the coils tightened around the vigilante and-
"Yikes!" yelped Bushroot, as the flame arrow severed the hold on Darkwing and burnt the sensitive tissue of the vine. Unison, both criminals gazed at the origin of the shot...
Tall, elegant, the picture of grace and destruction, Morgana stood there, her left hand cradling what seemed to be a ball of miniscule lightning bolts. Green, blue lined with purple, her cape swaying in the wind, Quiverwing Quack had taken position to the sage's right, her next arrow already aiming for the duck-turned-plant's beak. "Just gimme a reason, broccoli-head", growled the redhead.
Liquidator, turning into a blue serpent, made his way through the drainpipe towards the two females, hollering,
"Is death beautiful today? Does your fatal doom happen to be a femme fatale?"
Morgana coolly watched as the drainpipe wobbled and creaked under the pressure of the up-shooting liquid villain, then tossed the ball of electricity into the catch, simultaneously sealing it shut with a spell. With no other escape route, Liquidator was practically steamed alive -in a manner of speaking- and what little leaked out at the bottom, was magically scooped into a glass bottle.
Bushroot, too occupied in the happenings, didn't see the arrow until it was too late. The gas canister exploded right in front of his eyes, emitting a cloud of condensed smog and herbicide. Two gasps later, the duck-turned-Lycium Nycanthropus was out like a light.

Darkwing untwined himself from the remaining withering vines and gave his girls a thumbs up. As bothersome as it was at times, he more than often cherished the magical bond Morgana had linked their hearts together with. Not only could they find each other, never mind the distance nor circumstances, but it also made it easier to understand one another without using words.
Particularly Darkwing, who still had difficulties expressing his emotions, was grateful for that.
He stared at the women for a moment, and Morgana nodded. Quiverwing glanced at her, even as Morgana built up a telepathic connection with the younger duckette, explaining her Darkwing's plan. The heroine smirked, then unveiled a wristband under her sleeve and yelled;
"Q to L; codewords: Let's get dangerous!"
Moments later, the familiar roar of the upgraded Thunderquack split the heavens, ready to pick up Bushroot and Liquidator. Morgana made sure the two villains were safely boxed and bound, before teleporting them into the specially designed containment unit, the Thunderquack had been equipped with.

Negaduck and his other companions, distracted by the appearance of the jet, didn't notice Darkwing slip into City Hall, where they had established themselves. Even as the leader of the nefarious group screamed orders and obscenities, and removed the pen drive from the casket for better mobility, Quiverwing positioned herself on the opposite rooftop, shouting;
"Last chance, you bozos! Give up the codes and surrender peacefully, or it's your tailfeathers on the line!"
Megavolt scratched his head in confusion.
"But I don't have any tailfea-"
"ENOUGH!" roared Negaduck, his eyes shooting daggers at the young crime fighter,
"I've had it with you, you annoying little pipsqueak! First dunkhead ruins my plans, and now this upstart wannabe, goody two-shoes bimbo wants to crank my style?" Literally fuming, the fiend yelled;
"What the hell do you think you're doing here, kid? Little girls should stay at home with their dolls, not go around playing Robin Hood! I don't care if Darkwing trained you, that knob couldn't even get a puppy housebroken, leave alone teach anyone any useful fighting skills!"
"I beg to differ, Negaduck!" came a voice from behind them, followed by the splashing of water and the all too familiar sound of Megavolt short-circuiting. Quackerjack barely escaped the electrical assault and Negaduck took a sideways leap to avoid getting fried.
And jumped right into Darkwing's path.
In a lightning quick move, the Masked Mallard kicked the tiny device out of Negaduck's hand, punched him in the stomach, grabbed the pen drive and rushed past the baffled Quackerjack. Reaching for his trusty gas gun, he armed it with the grapple hook, even as he threw himself off the edge. A faint whirr, a satisfying clank, and Darkwing Duck was safely swinging through the air towards the opposite building.

The cacophonous blast, with which Quackerjack's bazooka went off, resounded in the ears of everyone in a five block radius. Only this time, the weapon was not loaded with banana creampies, but live ammo. The modified, down-graded M9 grenade unerringly steered towards Darkwing and exploded a mere two feet behind his back.

Pain; blinding, all-engulfing pain as he never could have imagined before, raced from his rear ribcage throughout his entire body, paralysing and blinding him, even as he lost his grip on the cord. With devastating force, the vigilante hit the roof of the house three stories lower; his own momentum sending him hurling and skidding across the tiled floor, before he came to a rest.

Quiverwing, who had hitched a ride with the Thunderquack to aid her father, saw the hero fall from the sky like the proverbial stone. She had no time to shoot a web arrow or even a saving line, because at that very moment, Quackerjack aimed for the jet and planted a missile right beneath its beak. The armour held, but both Launchpad and Quiverwing were thoroughly shaken, as the sleek jet performed an involuntary barrel roll, almost nicking the corner of a high rise.

Something felt..wrong; something was not how it should be. Darkwing blinked through weary eyes, trying to move his lips, but to no avail. He saw the pen drive lying next to him, but it could have as well been lying on the moon.
His thoughts were foggy, mingled, sluggish; yet, with what little strength was left in him, Darkwing managed to move his left hand and reach for the small device. His fingers, bloodied and partly broken, scraped over the concrete, leaving crimson trails on the ground. Finally, with a faint wheeze, the vigilante's fingers closed around the stick. Tired, his eyes drooped, water seeping from them, staining the purple mask.
'I'm sorry,' he thought, 'I know, I promised..'
Again, his beak moved; this time, a barely audible gasp escaping him.
"Morg'...Gos..."
His eyes closed.

Morgana, feeling the searing pain as the emotional connection between her and Darkwing was severed, roared in agony. In the wink of an eye she had summoned herself behind Negaduck and Quackerjack, hovering in the air above and raining hail and lightning bolts upon them, before locking them into a large, trapezoid box, that bore an eerie resemblance to an Iron Maiden.
The outraged screams of the two encased criminals swiftly turned into pleading wails, when the makeshift prison began to heat, until it glowed red.
Quiverwing didn't bother looking what her mother did to the Fearsome Two, but instead roped her way down from the Thunderquack to the roof.

He was dead.
She knew it, the moment her eyes set on his unmoving body.
Darkwing lay there, so still, so still; his cape almost torn in half, what was left of his back a blackened, bloodied mass of flesh and cloth littered with shrapnel. Miraculously, he still wore his hat, as if the fedora had refused to disband with its owner in his final moments.
Quiverwing tried to swallow her tears, but couldn't help the pained sob that escaped her lips.
"Oh dad", she rasped, standing there, unable, unwilling to move closer.
All around her, the battle slowly, but unerringly came to a halt, as the authorities seized control of the situation, but the young crime fighter only heard the flapping of the Masked Mallard's cape in the wind.
Darkwing was lying face-down, his left arm outstretched, his head resting on his right shoulder. A couple of feathers, torn from his body, danced in the up-draft; their stark contrast to the grim sight jolting Quiverwing out of her trance.
Shaken, she hurried to her father's side. Dropping to her knees, she hefted him around, carefully holding him in her arms. He looked so calm, so serene, as if he were in a fitful slumber, having the sweetest of dreams.

His left hand was still holding the pen drive.

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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, here, here* hands over tissues* But I told you this was gonna happen, right? I mean, that's what the summary and disclaimer is there for, ne?
Factoid, This story was inspired by a sketch I once drew, of an adult Quiverwing and a Morgana in full sage-gear on a rooftop. Sadly, the quality of the drawing is so bad, I can't scan it. However, there is a companion piece of the last scene over at deviantart

felidae5/Beryllium-Flowers-490008577

Check it out, tell me what you think and hopefully, be back in a couple of days for the next chapter

P.S: Yes, it is possible to shoot an M9 grenade with a bazooka; I looked it up