A/N: Hello everybody. I know, I know. I have abandoned this story and I have to upload the heck out of this story. Why have I been gone? I didn't go on a hiatus. Well, not voluntarily. My computer was having some major problems and I could not even upload the chapter I spent hours, and I mean hours, working on. "But you uploaded other stories." Yes, yes I did. I thought that I wouldn't have to get all of the data off my computer wiped. I thought wrong and now I have to start over so bear with me.

Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City? I don't know about you but this Delilah is not in New York City but in Duckburg and buried knee-deep in bills, crumpled and forgotten articles, and empty coffee cups. She sleeps soundly, snoring every now and then, as if all her troubles were gone. When she got up, she groaned and was reminded all over again. She is an aspiring writer, scratch that, literary genius in the making. As all literary geniuses do, they need their big break. Her time doesn't seem to come fast enough. She is currently a newspaper journalist and that job didn't pay very well, especially with a boss who severed her salary every time she did the slightest thing to upset him. Now, she is so deep in bills because of the almost dilapidated house she is renting turning out to be more than she can afford and finding out just living in Duckburg is quite expensive. If only she had thought of this before she decided to establish herself in the city of her dreams. Delilah, our literary genius, begrudgingly stares down at her laptop, unsure of what to write. Will it be a suspenseful mystery or a heart-melting romance? She sighs and decides to go into her kitchen to make herself something to eat. When she steps into the room, she looks out of her window to see a raccoon snooping through her garbage can.

"Hey! Get out of there!" she yells.

The raccoon simply ignores her and continues its digging. Delilah decides to postpone her meal and took out a broom to scare the pest away. When she got outside and started swinging at it, it ran straight into her house! She chases the little rascal up and down the stairs, through the living room, and straight up the fireplace. They battled on the roof, duck vs. raccoon. Who will win? Delilah's foot found its way to a broken shingle and she plummeted to her doom.

Donald, who was taking a casual midday stroll, saw Delilah dealing with the raccoon. He found the scene hilarious and decided to stay and watch. When he saw Delilah start to fall, on impulse, he rushed up to her house and caught her in his arms, saving her from her forthcoming calamity.

"So, how is your day?" Donald asked, jokingly.

"Lovely," Delilah replied, flatly.

The raccoon jumped off the roof and blew her a raspberry.

"Why can't it just leave me alone? If it's Pocahontas', she'll beat me until I'm black, blue, and all the colors of the wind," Delilah said.

"Look, white men!" Donald yelled.

The raccoon freaked out and started running down the street.

"Wow, thank you," Delilah said.

"No problem," Donald answered.

"Uh, you can let me go now."

"Oh, yeah."

"Thanks for saving me too. I would have been a pancake if you weren't there."

"You really should get your roof fixed."

"I would if I could."

"Look, I'll fix your roof for you but you owe me one."

"Really? Are you serious? Thank you, Donald."

"It's nothing. I'll see you later."

"Okay, bye."

Donald continued on his stroll and everything was back to normal. Delilah glanced at her watch and saw she was almost late for work. She rushed into the house to slap some clothes on and headed off in her car, the only nice thing she owned. She ran in and promptly sat herself in her cubicle.

"Almost late, as usual," Brent, a collie with black glasses, commented.

"But on time, as usual," Delilah commented, doing some work.

"One day you won't be so lucky," Brent said.

"And one day you'll find another hobby besides talking about my coming into work," Delilah replied.

"Delilah Duck, report to my office IMMEDIATELY!" the loudspeaker spoke.

"Look who's in trouble," Dave told her.

"Look who's annoying," Delilah retorted as she walked to her boss' office.

She knocked and opened the door. She saw her boss, looking angry though that is not unusual. Rumors say that he was born unhappy. His name? Ted Irascible. It fit's him, I know. The bulldog drummed his fingers on his desk as he waited for Delilah to sit down. When he sat, he picked up a file.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked.

"No, sir," Delilah replied.

"This… is your last chance. You are this close to being fired so don't even think about messing up. Be grateful," he told her.

"Thank you, sir," she said.

"Now, I am going to give you a big break. The House of Mouse, where all the big stars hang out, has only been given good reviews. I want you to look deeper and find some real dirt."

"Okay, sir."

"Now, I already know you're too poor to even step inside the building so I have decided to pay for your visits. Don't make me feel like I wasted my money."

"Yes, sir."

"Remember, don't mess up or you're canned, terminated, shown the door, fired."

"Okay, sir."

A week later, Delilah steps into the House of Mouse, with a pad in her hand and determination in her eyes. She scans the room for a story but sees nothing. She is so deep in her thoughts that she doesn't notice Donald standing right next to her.

"Hiya," Donald greeted.

Delilah jumped out of her skin and turned to see him.

"Gosh, you scared me," Delilah said.

"I didn't mean to. So, not to be rude, but why are you here?"

"Can't I enjoy the House of Mouse like any other regular person?"
"Nope. You would have used that money to fix your roof."

"Hey!"

"You know it's true."

"Okay, I just wanted to get out and get a break."

"Mhm."

Delilah lightly pushed Donald's shoulder.

"I'm not being suspicious. Stop it!"

"Sure you aren't."

"Shut up."

They both laughed at each other. What they didn't know was that Daisy was leaning against a wall, watching them the whole time. Her jealousy built higher and higher inside her. Maleficent smirked as she saw the troubled Daisy.

"They do look cute together, don't they?" Maleficent teased.

"They're just friends," Daisy said, trying to reassure herself.

"I don't know. It's seems suspicious. A girl waltzes into the club and is suddenly automatically friends with Donald Duck and we both know how rare that is. It is tempting to just watch over them a little and see that they don't do anything, huh?" Maleficent says.

"Yes, maybe I should watch over them. Just in case, you know," Daisy agrees.

Maleficent glides over to her boyfriend, and gives her a kiss. Delilah gapes, excuses herself, and hides behind a plant to take a picture of them in a loving embrace.

If they were trying to keep it a secret, they weren't doing too well. The ruler of the Underworld and the Queen of Temptation are sweethearts. I guess even the worst of people can have a loving relationships, as shown in this picture.

Delilah closes her notebook and goes back to talk to Donald.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this story. It must be a break from the other "Disney high" or "humans having a magical adventure in the Disney world" fics, huh? Make sure to review, follow, and favorite. Ciao!