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.

Dewey's Flashback

"Wow, isn't this amazing," Dewey grinned as he watched Vincent say goodbye to Webby outside the manor window. "We found an adventuring mage."

"Technically Webby did," Huey pointed out as he sat in a chair while Louie laid back on the couch playing with his phone.

"Yeah but, we all rescued him," Dewey remembered. "We are going to go on so many adventures together."

"I wouldn't count on that," Louie figured as he remained disinterested. "The guy started running away the moment he was invited to come in. I don't think Vincent wants to stay with us."

"Oh please," Dewey waved Louie's concern away. "Vincent thinks were great."

"So great that he remained quiet the whole plane trip back to Duckburg?", Huey questioned.

"So great that he's only saying goodbye to Webby?", Louie added.

"I... I'm sure he'll come back," Dewey assured. "I mean we're at least bound to run into him again on a future adventure."

"As a rival to Scrooge maybe," Huey figured. The group heard Scrooge chuckling from the other room.

"Rival he says," Scrooge laughed, wiped a tear from his eye as he pulled out the mourning news paper. "That adventuring mage has been on what, three adventures in two years of adventuring. If he's a rival, then I must be the king of Scotland."

The three triplets were silent for a moment, until Dewey decided to break that silence.

"I don't know why you three are being so weird about this. We just met the guy."

"We're just able to read between the lines Dewey," Louie stated.

End of Dewey's Flashback

"That's it?", Vincent complained. "No grand adventure or being at odds?"

"Yeah we've been on a few adventures," Dewey stated to Vincent. "Though, you seemed to focus on the others a lot more."

"Really?", Vincent wondered. "I'm sure it wasn't personal."

"Sure felt that way," Dewey figured. "You got to know Webby at the Temple of Helios, but you didn't really bother getting to know the rest of us before you ran off."

"That... sounds like me," Vincent sighed.

"I corrected you once when you called me blue one," Dewey remembered. "Then you asked for a roll call from the whole group."

"Ok, see I took your criticism well," Vincent shrugged. "We were at odds once."

"Yeah, because you were trying to leave us behind at the boat," Dewey pointed out. "You didn't even want to adventure with us. I don't think I even have any actual stories with you that doesn't involve the others being there. I got us stuck in a painting once, but all you and Lena focused on was complaining about your powers."

"That also sounds like me," Vincent nodded. "Thank you, you're actually filling in some important gaps between regular me and reckless me."

"Stop it," Dewey yelled. "I'm actually mad at you."

"W-why? Did I turn down working for you like I did Louie?", Vincent wondered.

"No, you keep lumping me in with the rest of them," Dewey pointed out. "You did something individual for each of the others. You studied with Violet, you got lost in a storm with Lena, you were rescued by Webby multiple times, you showed up for Huey's Junior Woodchuck event, and you got in several arguments with Louie. Yet, I don't think you've even sat in a room with me for more than ten seconds before getting up and finding someone else."

"That doesn't sound like me," Vincent concluded. "You must be heavily exaggerating.

"I'm not," Dewey assured. "I don't know if it was anything personal, but this is the first one on one conversation we've had since we stowed away on your boat. Not to mention when your dad came back to look for you, you sent me away to find Mrs. Beakley while you told Webby what was going on with you."

"Everyone keeps calling Webby my sister," Vincent pointed. "Do you think maybe that had something to do with it? Look kid, I'm sure you're great. Great at adventuring and great at getting attention. But I don't need my memories to know, I wouldn't actively pick on a little kid."

Dewey looked down, still mad and Vincent sighed.

"Fine, you want to have a heart to heart," Vincent decided. "Let's talk."

"What's there to talk about?", Dewey grumbled.

"How your story up until this part was the first one that made sense," Vincent assured Dewey. "Everyone else had been thanking me and apologizing to me in their stories, barring Louie. Yet, your story has a version of me I can relate to more. I don't want to get anyone hurt, that's why I don't like being a destruction mage. Yet this other version of me had been dragging your family into situations against Rosina and the Shadow Syndicate. I should be the one apologizing, adventuring was supposed to turn my life around, not put others in constant danger."

"The challenge of possibly getting hurt is the fun of it though," Dewey explained. "Wasn't there ever someone you wanted to impress, and that's why you kept throwing yourself in harms way?"

"I... I supposed I wanted to impress Madame Aurora once, show her I'm not the same kid that showed up on her doorstep. Before I found Artifact, there wasn't too much to impress others with. I was the quiet kid, who enjoyed reading, and didn't have any friends."

"Why not?"

"Because they kept asking me about my mom," Vincent grunted. "I avoided people, because I didn't want to hear or tell others about her condition. I just wanted to pretend everything was normal. Maybe I should have said something, because I no longer had a chance to talk to anyone when I moved in with my dad. I was always busy working, and waiting on him." Vincent paused for a moment when he realized something.

"What is it?", Dewey wondered.

"That's why I changed," Vincent realized. "Your family listens and talks to me. That's why the other me would do anything to protect you all. You made him feel like he was a person."

"Did I just help you discover yourself?", Dewey wondered.

"Oh, sorry," Vincent realized. "I guess I should ramble."

"No, this is perfect," Dewey assured. "That's what I wanted. I wanted to be friends, not just people that know each other."

"Friends huh," Vincent smiled. Vincent grabbed onto his head as the headaches returned.

"Vincent, are you ok?", Dewey wondered.

"I.. I'm fine," he assured. He then looked up and saw another duck girl hiding around the corner. "Who's that?"

"Eep," the girl responded before running off.

"I don't know," Dewey responded. "She's not one of us."

"After her," Vincent called out before the two of them chased her towards Webby's room.

"Oh hey Cassandra," Webby called out to the girl as she exited her room.

"You know her?", Vincent responded.

"No don't," Cassandra grunted as she hid behind Webby.

"I'm sorry, you have to tell them," Webby sighed.

"I'll get in so much trouble," Cassandra shook her head. "If I'm not already in so much trouble."

"What's going on here?", Dewey wondered.

"I'm as lost as you," Vincent rubbed the sides of his head, trying to cure his current migraine.

Cassandra looked at Webby frightened, but recieved a reassuring smile back. She thought they were enemies, so why was Webby helping her. She sighed before turning back to Vincent. "Vincent I..", Cassandra begun. "I'm your sister."