Neb: I do not own Ducktales. Now I will tell each of the Duck Family member's stories of how they met Vincent and what he did that affected them in some way. I hope you all enjoy, I'm going to be releasing a bunch of chapters at once here.

Violet's Flashback

Violet was sitting in her kitchen early mourning with prepared pancakes and sliced oranges in front of herself. To her right was several books and notebooks gathered together by Vincent when he was learning how to destroy god like items. Unfortunately for the both of them, no matter how much research they did, they've come up empty handed. Both Mr. Elite and Rosina seemed to be untouchable at this moment. But that wasn't what bothered Violet. She remembered something Vincent had told her the previous day when they were practicing with Vincent's abilities.

"I didn't want to lose her again," The memory of Vincent yelled at her. The panic that was all over his face flashed in her mind.

Violet took a bite out of sliced orange as she stared down at her own notebook looking at the three colors emitted from Vincent vs the two colors that emit from Lena. Vincent when he draws from the path of order emits a red glow, whereas Lena when she draws from her amulet emits a purple glow. Then there's the blue glow that they both emit from time to time. Now Vincent's green glow has emerged, triggered by his emotions. Mainly his feelings of his mother's passing. Although his red glow and Lena's purple glow has also been known to be triggered by anger.

"I hated her," the memory of Vincent shared his feelings of Rosina. That was when a red aura engulfed his bag.

"He's almost blown us up a couple times," Violet muttered to herself, remembering when they were trapped in the painting. Of course she does not and will not blame Vincent for when he loses control of his powers. It must have been tough for Vincent going through such a loss and not allowing himself time to grieve. Violet remembered Vincent telling her that he had moved in with his dad immediately after his mom passed. Then he moved in with Madame Aurora only to continue working. Then he moved in with the Duck family, but only to hide away from the list of enemies he had built up. Was there ever even a moment he could sit still.

She remembered what she had said to him after he had finally opened up. "Vincent, that pain isn't ever going to go away. I don't even think I'm really qualified to tell you how to deal with it." She knew if she had lost either of her dads, that the same pain would be carried with her for the rest of her life. "I need to talk to him," she decided. She got out her phone and called Vincent.

"Hey Violet?", Vincent picked up. "What's going on?"

"Vincent, do you have time to talk?", Violet wondered. "Perhaps this afternoon?"

"I can't right now," Vincent responded. "I'm a couple towns over at Quackington. So I wouldn't make it by lunch. Maybe tomorrow?"

Violet looked down and nodded. "That's ok, one of my parents can drive me there." A long came after that.

"Alright, see you then."

"What's he doing in Quackington?", Violet wondered. She finished her meal, gathered her notes, and headed out the door.

Violet got her father Indy to drive her to Quackington. In spite it being two towns away from Duckburg, they managed to get there in three hours. It was one o'clock when they arrived. "Vincent said he'd be meeting me over at the local Deli called Slice of Life."

"It's been a while since I've been to Quackington," Indy admitted. "But I think I remember the one he's talking about."

Indy attempted to find the Deli on his own, but eventually Violet just pulled out her phone and used GPS.

"There's no shame in needing help father," Violet assured as he laid his head on the steering wheel in defeat. "Now, I must be off. I can't be more late than I already am." When she made her way into the Deli she immediately spotted Vincent drinking water, waiting at a nearby booth.

"Hey Violet," Vincent smiled.

"Pleasure as always Vincent," Violet nodded. "I apologize for pushing this meeting and for my tardiness. Did I accidentally interrupt an adventure?"

"No, this wasn't an adventure," Vincent shook his head. "It's ok, I'm glad your here to be honest." Vincent was silent for a moment after that. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Well first I'd like to return these," Violet explained as she handed a few books and notes to Vincent. "Thank you for lending them out to me, but I don't think I'm any closer to finding a way to stop Rosina and Mr. Elite. At least, no closer than you are."

"I told you already," Vincent clenched his hand on the table. "We'd need to find a more powerful God Item, to defeat them. I think Webby told me about the Sword of Selene being a possible choice. Since her family is already friends with the Greek Goddess."

"Again, I really don't think that's how you win," Violet shook her head. "I'll remind you again, the famous Alchemists we fought in the painting had two of the most powerful Artifacts in the world. They were defeated by their own apprentice who used playing cards. I think you just need to get on her level of magic."

"I can't," Vincent looked down. "I know you're about to ask me to explore those other sides of magic. But I keep almost hurting us every time I try to explore my powers. I think it's time to hang up the mage hood for good. Even though the hood had turned into a hat."

"Vincent, you know Webbigail would never approve of that," Violet reminded him. "Magic is a part of who you are."

"Your right," Vincent sighed. "As usual."

"I try to be as often as possible," Violet nodded once more. She saw Vincent looking downwards at his menu, but he wasn't looking at the menu. It was almost like he was staring through it. "Vincent, if there is something wrong, you can always tell me. Was I interrupting something important?"

Vincent stayed silent for a moment again. "No Violet, as I've stated. I'm happy you came."

"I really just wanted to thank you and to apologize," Violet sighed.

"Apologize? Thank me? For what?"

"I want to thank you for saving Lena," Violet smiled. "You threw your life in harms way, while all I could do was sit at home and wait. Frankly, that's why I want to apologize also."

"You don't need to apologize," Vincent assured her. "I'm glad Lena and I came out of that storm fine, but that was just dumb luck. You made the logical choice to stay in doors."

"That's not all I wanted to apologize for," Violet shook her head. "I've been noticing signs of panic forming on your face whenever you confront your past. I feel as though I've been pushing you towards that too often. I mean, I keep asking about and looking for Artifact just like you. I spent my day helping your mortal enemy Rosina. I seem to keep pushing you towards using your emotions to access your power, and that's not fair. I myself try to convey less emotion then the average person."

"Violet, relax," Vincent responded. "You don't need to apologize for anything, ever. You called me family after the Timephoon, and honestly, that's all I care about."

"Even still, I don't want to cause you grief, or bring out your panic attacks," Violet admitted. "I've been trying to protect you, just like you've been protecting us. But it seems, all I've been doing was making it worse." Violet had never felt this way, she was still controlling her voice to sound void of emotion. But she knew Vincent could hear her own panic in spite that. "I am sorry Vincent. You're always compelled to help others. Just like I am always compelled to research problems and find solutions."

"So that's what's been bugging you?", Vincent questioned. "You're worried that I think you're experimenting on me?"

"I'm worried that my research may eventually be misunderstood," Violet nodded. "You know I'm fascinated by magic, and I want nothing more than to figure out everything that has to do with it. But my research about you isn't simply driven by my curiosity alone. I am trying to help you, in the best way that I can."

"I know that Violet," Vincent reassured. "I... I haven't been completely honest either. I'll show you why I came back here."

"What about lunch?", Violet wondered.

"I'm done waiting for the servers," Vincent chuckled. "I got a glass of water and no one came to pick up my menu in the hour that I waited for you. We'll get lunch at another place." The two of them headed out of the Deli.

Vincent lead them to a large cemetery that was across the street from a hospital, next to an old church building. Vincent lead Violet towards a grave and sat down by it.

Violet could already guess who's grave that was. Surely enough, she was right. Etched on the stone was, Here lies Amanda Tailfeather. "Vincent, was this where you were when I called you?"

"I was," Vincent admitted. "I should have said something before."

"No, I'm sorry," Violet shook her head. "I didn't realize I was interrupting something so personal."

"I've told you before," Vincent reminded her. "You don't ever have to apologize to me for anything. We are family. I did everything I could to protect my mother when she was around, and I will do everything I can for you and the rest of our family."

End of Violet's Flashback

"So I actually visited her," Vincent chuckled to himself softly. "I was sure I'd never return to Quackington. Guess I shouldn't be so sure of myself."

"See, it wasn't all adventures and storms you were running through with us," Violet smiled. "There were moments like that, where you could just sit still and talk us."

Webby grabbed hold of Vincents arm and nodded to him.

"But who am I going to protect now?", Vincent wondered. "I'm powerless. I've lost my magic."