Gosalyn hadn't even seen her new home yet and all ready she was home sick beyond belief, she couldn't have imagined how attached she all ready was of a stupid worn out hat smelling of twelve different kinds of gasses and a stupid scratched little hockey puck that had probably spend it's last couple of months beside books on history and physics collecting dust.

the only thing keeping her going her enormous curiosity as she was slowly realizing that this was it, this was her parents! honest to god in the flesh parents, she curiously took Percy in, he's average high and soft form, his hair the same color as her own as thick and wild as her own falling down his eyes so he on occasion had to push it back, and then he would slip a hand through it which would leave it ruffled up, a funny quirck actually. His round glasses over his brown eyes. warily Gosalyn wondered if she would have to wear glasses to if when she became older, or if the real reason he wore them was because of the damage it would give to ones sight when you spend day after day and night after night fiddling with fine machinery, inventing all sorts of gizmos.. just like her grandfather. And just like he told, his stories was thus far the best part of this entire ordeal, they were warm and filled with reminiscent, but it looked like he had all ready worn himself out with them and was no silent again.

Than was one thing Gosalyn noticed about this duck, was how positively used and exhausted he looked, well, Gosalyn supposed that was what happened when you had spend five years on a prison island, she just wished his smiles would be a bit more genuine he always regarded her so sadly and his smiles so weak and so sad.

Gosalyns eyes wandered to her supposed mother, her fine business suit, the perfect manicured hands, she was wearing green nail polish.. that was sort of cool, the hair was short and well kept and her eyes looked straight forward on the route.. taking a step back to look at the lady, she was actually very beautiful, Gosalyn could only hope she would grow up to become half as lean, how on earth she and Percy had ended up together was bound to be a unlikely story and it sparked Gosalyn's curiosity. "Mom" she called out.. not much happened. "Mom." Gosalyn tried again.

Percy sighed deeply, as to say.. oh no, do have to? "Sweety." he at last tried.

"Yeas what is it?" Mrs. Waddlemeyer answered her eyes still straight on the road.

"What do you do?" Gosalyn asked. "I mean, what was your position in SHUSH? if you don't mind.."

"I was an undercover expert and agent code number 1-6-1-2, originally trained in the FBI but my unusal gifts in accents and languages was soon to be spotted by SHUSH who transferred me." she told shortly and stiffly in a professional voice.

"Oh." Gosalyn uttered. "So you speak a lot of langeutes huh?" Gosalyn asked.

"Yeas, nine. English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Russian, Austrian, Chine, Japanese and Danish." Mr. Waddlemeyer continued in her stern professional voice not looking away from the road not even lifting an eyebrow, it was as if she was listening things she had remembered.

"Oh that's cool." Gosalyn looked a little wide-eyed at her. " Somos una familia."

the woman blinked. "Excuse me."

"That's spanish." Gosalyn blinked. "You said you could Spanish, it means."

"I know what it means." Mrs. Waddlemeyer snapped.

stunned Gosalyn sat back. "Then what does it mean?"

The woman was oddly quiet.. then Gosalyn noted that the hands were tightening around the steering wheel.

Gosalyn lifted an eyebrow, suddenly getting the feeling that something was very wrong, her eyes darted to Percy who as always had that strained sad look over his eyes, only now he also looked slightly uncomfortable with the whole situation. "Don't bother your mother." he whispered. "She had a very tiring day."

To bad that Percy didn't even know Gosalyn, then he would have know that that certainly wasn't thing to say, it made Gosalyn sit back with crossed arms looking at the woman in front of her who still looked in front of herself. "So, how did you guys meet?" Gosalyn asked.

"Well." Percy started.

"I want moms version." Gosalyn told sharply.

Mrs. Waddlemeyer frowned annoyed. "We met as we were teamed up in SHUSH, he asked me to marry him two years after that, we got married in Saint canard church and one year after we had you."

There it was again, she spoke as if she had memorized a list.. Gosalyn was just about to open her mouth.

"Gossy please." Percy suddenly whispered in a shaking voice as she took her hand demanded eye contact, he looked positively desperate. "don't."

Gosalyn squinted her eyes, lowering her head so the fedora cast an shadow over her eyes... again, really a shame Percy didn't know he at all, or he would have known that she wasn't nearly done yet.

As the car finally arrived Gosalyn was faced with a pretty modern looking house in a secluded area.. there was simply nothing around.. this was getting more suspicious by the moment.

"Oh that hat." Mrs. Waddlemeyer commented at the lapsed and old Fedora.. it really had seen better days, but then Gosalyn supposed that the adventures it could tell was nothing short of quite fantastic. "Oh throw it out, we find a new one."

"No way." Gosalyn told at ones. "It's mine, dad gave it to me!"

The woman wrinkled her beak. "Look at it, it's old! and smelly and urgh." she bit together. "I wont have it inside of the house."

"Marguerite please!" Percy was by his wifes side trying to calm her down. "Let Gossy have it, it probably reminds her of her home."

"That place isn't her home any-more." the woman told coldly. "This house is, she should learn to live with it."

"Marguerite, I don't think it's smart to act this way!" Percy told. "We just want this to go as smoothly as possible don't we?" he asked. "And it's just a hat, can't you let it be?"

Of cause it wasn't just a hat! Gosalyn thought annoyed, it was so much more than that, couldn't they see that?

"Exactly, it's just a hat." The Mrs's crossed her arms. "And it's trash."

"Of cause it's not." Percy helplessly tried to calm her. "It's pretty cool, say it looks kind of like a Darkwing hat, your a fan of the Darkwing Duck urban legend?" he kindly asked Gosalyn. "I must admit, I am not sure if it's something the news reporters are just making up to spice things up, but it is entertaining to follow, that's a nice fantasy that there is a hero out there.. It's a good fantasy.. it's"

"That's nonsense." the mrs. Snorted. "And all the better reason to get rid of it, Darkwing Duck is no kind of a role model." she reached for the hat but Gosalyn jumped away.

"No!" she shouted. "Don't you even think about it." Gosalyn sneered. "I don't know who you are but you are not mother!" she stated.

"How dare you!" Mrs. Waddlemeyer exclaimed.

"Then tell me about my birth! your wedding, anything!" Gosalyn angered.

"Your born May the tenth." Margurite started.

"Not like that!" Gosalyn angered. "Not numbers! as a story, as people would usually talk about it, the odd things, how the weather was what you were wearing! How you felt! how someone tripped into the wedding cake, anything! You're not my mother!" Gosalyn stated and suddenly realised how true it was.. there was no way.. no way at all that this was her mother. "And you." Gosalyn turned to Percy. "You knew." she blinked. "You're not my father are you?" she asked.

Defeated Percy looked at her, and then looked down on the ground as he shook his head.

"I can't believe this!" Gosalyn yelled. "I even liked you!" she yelled. "Who are you?"

"I.." the red haired duck opened his beak.

"Don't talk to the captive." the woman said in a now professional voice pulling out a communicator. "Sir, I'm sorry it didn't went all to plan, this is an intelligent one and we have a situation."

Gosalyn looked wide-eyed at the woman.. how she could ever have bought that this was her mother was beyond Gosalyn, Gosalyn was slowly backing away... fully intending to run.. but she had not counted on the red-haired duck to pose any kind of a threat, yet he was the one to capture her firmly and holding her arms down. "I'm Sorry Gossy." he said quietly behind her.

"Don't call me Gossy!" Gosalyn angered. "Why do you even do that? Who are you!"

"Don't talk to her." the woman said at ones. "Thankfully this is only a slight change of planes, we will go back to the F.O.W.L. facility and Bulba will be waiting for us, he seemed pleased to be able to talk to Gosalyn again."

Gosalyns eyes widened. "Bulba?" she asked. "Taurus Bulba?" she now almost shrieked. "He is working for F.O.W.L. now?" she asked.

"Controlling it." the woman shook her head so her hair fell into place. "And so much more professional than that Stealbeak." she smiled. "The helicopters will be here shortly, now about that hat."

Gosalyn gulped as she saw her entire life flashing before her eyes. "Da-ad." she patheticly called out.

"And I who thought you had figured it all out." the woman rolled her eyes. "He isn't your dad."

"I know that." Gosalyn stated angrily never having felt this betrayed in all of her life, wanting to bite the red-haired duck that was man handling her. "But I bet you'll be really sorry when my real dad comes for me!" she stated in a loud angry voice.

"ha." the woman laughed one short stiff laugh. "You really think he will come?" she asked. "He thinks you don't want him, that's your own doing." she grinned. "And lets get rid of that purple monstrosity." she reached for the fedora and there was nothing Gosalyn could do as it was taken away.