Neb: I do not own Ducktales, the last chapter we did the fountain of Youth. As much as I love Darkwing Duck and the Let's Get Dangerous Special. I don't think Vincent will be participating in that one. I used Rosina in the Halloween Special and Mr. Elite in the Fountain of the Foreverglade because Vincent feels like kind of an instant fix when dealing with certain enemies, especially at full power. I have a feeling that's why we don't get a lot of Lena in the actual show. She's there, but it's more to deal with her struggles, at least until the Sword of Swanstantine. Anyways, I can't really sideline Vincent for too long because he's the main character of this fanfic, but I can keep him away from certain cannon events. So Instead we will focus the chapter On Vincent and Webby's issues. They had a bit of a disagreement in the last chapter. Anyways, let's hop right to it.

"So what's exactly going on here?", Lena wondered as she and Violet were watching Vincent and Webby glare back and forth at each other across from the dining table.

"The two of them had been locked in a stare eyes contest all morning," Mrs. Beakley rubbed the sides of her head. "It started with an argument about who would protect the other better, and then they claimed they'll never take their eyes off each other, and then it devolved into a stare eyes contest."

"Ah, sounds normal," Lena rolled her eyes.

"Normal for them anyways," Violet nodded. "Well for Webby, Vincent usually chooses to avoid such childish games, I wonder what's changed."

"I'm sad to say a lot had changed since the two of you had last visited," Mrs. Beakley explained. She then cleaned her glasses before putting them back on and adjusting them. "Vincent went out trick or treating with Webby and the boys one night, and they were ambushed by his enemy Rosina."

"Ah jeez, her again," Lena groaned. "Can't that lady just leave him alone?"

"Then the two of them went with Scrooge and the boys to go exploring the Fountain of the Foreverglades, and were locked in combat with Mr. Elite," Mrs. Beakley added. "Well Webbigail missed that fight, because she was trapped in the jungle. I was going to have a word with Scrooge about that, but he ran off with the boys again and Launchpad to St. Canard."

"Ok, but it's Webby," Lena pointed out. "I thought if anyone would be good at navigating through a jungle, it'd be her. Also, why'd Vincent let her run off by herself anyways?"

"She was with Scrooge," Vincent shouted surprising them.

"Hah, you blinked," Webby commented. "Oh hey guys, how long have you been here?"

Lena facepalmed as Vincent humphed.

"So what is going on young man?", Mrs. Beakley wondered after Violet and Lena had pretty much dragged Webby out of the room. "Why the sudden overprotective behavior?"

"For me or Webby?", Vincent wondered but mentally facepalmed. His response was a stupid one, because she clearly meant both of them. "I let Webby out of my sight for a moment and she came back having suffered in the jungles of Florida. I thought I left her with an adult, but Scrooge and Goldie had both turned into teenagers at the time."

"That's no excuse," Mrs. Beakley shook her head. "For them anyways, your a teenager and you've proven to be more responsible than most adults I know."

"We both know I'm not normal," Vincent reminded her. "I've grown up with an irresponsible father, so it was my job to be the adult between the two of us. Even with all that, Webby no longer trusts me to protect myself."

"Can you blame her?", Mrs. Beakley wondered. "During the times we've left you on your own, you've either went out into a typhoon, had been captured by the Shadow Syndicate, been hospitalized by assassins, and had two years of your life erased from your mind by a witch. I'm glad you've regained your strength Vincent, but you have to understand that Webby wanting to keep you safe has been justified."

There were other times that Mrs. Beakley hadn't even listed, mostly because she didn't know about those situations. But Vincent had almost blown up the duck kids on multiple occasions. When he and Webby were trying to bring Lena back from the shadow realm, when they were trapped in a painting, and when they fought the Shadow Syndicate back at a sea cave.

"It sucks," Vincent sighed. "I use to see admiration from the duck kids eyes. Especially from Webby's eyes, it felt like I really was her older brother she could look up to. But now when I look at them, all I see is pity. Every time we have to deal with Mr. Elite or Rosina, that is the look I get from them."

"They do still look up to you Vincent," Mrs. Beakley assured. "Don't mistake their empathy as a lack of respect. You are still the eldest of them, and the one I would call upon first to watch over them. You can make a hundred more mistakes and make a hundred more enemies and I'd still believe in you."

"Why?", Vincent wondered.

"Because you want what I want," Mrs. Beakley smiled.

"To keep Webby safe," Vincent nodded.

"Alright we gotta do something about Vincent," Lena nodded.

"You agree," Webby responded shocked.

"He does not deserve to suffer the current enemies he has," Violet nodded. "While he's strong enough to take down a group of beagles or moon warriors with ease, his own enemies are scaled much higher than his current power level."

"Well from what you told us about Rosina, it sounds like she isn't as much of a threat as she use to be," Lena remembered.

"And then Jackie took her place," Webby sighed.

"I'm still worried about Rosina," Violet shook her head. "Her obsession with Vincent makes her a far more dangerous foe than her cult leader."

"More like super annoying," Lena groaned. "Well what are our options, it's not like we can keep him trapped here?"

"Why not?", Webby wondered. "My Granny kept me here for most my life, what's the harm in applying the same tactic to Vincent?"

"Mental health is the main reason," Violet nodded. "Vincent already has panic attacks when his past resurfaces, keeping him locked indoors at all times won't help with that."

"Not that we'd be able to anyways," Lena added. "Or should."

"Did Cassandra say anything that might be of use?", Violet wondered. "Surely she had to deal with the same threats in her timeline."

"And then some," Webby nodded. "Mr. Elite didn't get the god powered item in Cassandra's timeline, it was a kid instead. The kid took out two of Vincent's friends, Rosina took out another one, Mr. Elite defeated Madame Aurora, and Vincent was falling apart mentally in that time line as well. But he had learned sealing magic from Madame Aurora before she was defeated and used it to stop all of them with the help of Cassandra and another girl."

"Another girl?", Violet and Lena pushed.

"Her name was Cynthia," Webby explained. "She could freeze stuff into ice and stone, so that must have really helped when it came to sealing their enemies away. Unfortunately in this timeline she works with the Enforcers of Order just like Quinn and Cassandra did."

"Yet another friend turned foe," Violet sighed. "Luckily for us, I believe Lena is powerful enough to pull off the same feats."

"Me?", Lena questioned. "Hey I only learned how to blast stuff from Aunt Magica, and I'd be more than happy to use that power on Rosina. But sealing away Vincent's foes might be a little out of my wheelhouse."

"But you did trap us inside a painting and a video game," Violet reminded her. "You'd only need to apply the same principle to these." Violet pulled out a deck of cards and handed them to Lena.

"Tarot Cards?", Lena questioned.

"Anya Aurora used cards just like those to seal her mentors away back when we were in the painting world," Violet reminded them. "While Vincent might be limited on what type of magic he can use, you are a sorceress."

"I sealed us away by accident," Lena reminded her. "And Vincent played a part in that as well... I think he did anyways."

"Well this is the best we got," Webby nodded. "I'll go back to watching Vincent while you guys figure out sealing magic."

Violet stopped Webby and shook her head. "You've been locked in a stare eyes contest with him for who knows how long. Go get some rest, I'll watch him."\

"B-b-but?"

"Come on pink," Lena sighed as she dragged Webby away.

"So now your watching me?", Vincent wondered as he was making tea.

Violet was sitting right behind him in the dining room keeping a close eye on him. "Can you blame me? You aren't exactly in the right headspace right now."

"I lost a fight," Vincent pointed out. "It wasn't the first time I lost one, it won't be the last."

"So you intend to keep fighting," Violet sighed.

"Of course I do," Vincent smiled back at her. "It's ok, the Duck family keeps fighting all the time, no matter what. I know it's been a long road, but I think I'm finally one of them."

"You always do this," Violet groaned. She had to keep her emotions in check. That's who she was, void of emotion because that's what was easy. "Vincent don't you think you've lost enough?"

Vincent raised and eyebrow at her.

"Not just fights, but people," she continued. "You can clearly see what throwing yourself into danger is doing to Webby, why still put yourself in harms way?"

"It's not like I have a choice," Vincent shook his head. "Mr. Elite and Rosina wants a fight, the only way to end this is by winning."

"But you haven't won a single fight against them," Violet yelled.

Vincent was startled by the sudden change in character.

"You've broken from Rosina's control and you've gotten a lot stronger with your powers, but every time you face them you keep getting hurt!"

"Getting hurt isn't the same as losing," Vincent shook his head.

"Then what would you call the time you lost your memories?", Violet remembered. "Was that a victory? What about your last fight, Webby said you were all bandaged up like when you were hospitalized by Quinn, did that feel like a victory?"

"Violet, what's gotten into you?", Vincent wondered.

"I'm trying to help you understand that your fourteen year old self had a point," Violet explained. "You're being reckless for no reason. At least when you went out in the storm, as dumb as it was, you had a goal to accomplish. Fighting Phantom Blot had a purpose as well, both times Lena was in danger. But why fight now when it's causing Webby and the rest of us grief?"

"I'm not trying to upset anyone," Vincent tried to explain. "I just know that I can't help you guys with your enemies if mine keeping butting their heads in. Do you know how easily I could have taken down Ponce De Leon, and rescued the boys, if Mr. Elite weren't there. Do you know how easily I defeat beagles and monsters up until the point Rosina shows up?"

"So what, after their beaten who are you going to go after next? Magica, Glomgold?"

"If I have to," Vincent figured. "But I'll finally be keeping this family safe instead of the other way around. Besides, I thought you wanted me to get stronger. Didn't we put all that research into god powered magic items just to defeat Rosina and Mr. Elite?"

"My objective was to help you," Violet nodded. "But not at the expense of your mental health. When was the last time you went fishing with Fisher and Mann? When was the last time you read or wrote?" She saw Vincent roll his eyes as he turned away. "When was the last time you took your boat out?"

Vincent remembered when he and Webby sailed to that cave. Fighting the Shadow Syndicate, the moon cannon vs his own power and then... "Webby?", Vincent remembered himself calling out. "Webby!" He remembered seeing her passed out on the cave floor from the explosion, the explosion he caused. Vincent shook his head out of his flashback and groaned as he tried to control his breathing.

"I'm sorry," Violet sighed. "I'm not trying to cause you another panic attack, but can you at least see this proves my point. You can't mentally face Rosina because she damaged you. You can't physically defeat Mr. Elite because his powers are too great right now."

"I," Vincent tried to speak up but couldn't. "Fine you're right."

"I try to be as often as possible," Violet smiled.

"Those eyes," Vincent groaned inside his mind. "The eyes of pity. Violet stopped looking at me as a peer around the time she came to visit me at my mother's grave. Since then, those are the eyes that I had received. Just like in my old life, when people would always ask me about my mother. When people would see me abandoned on the side of the rode by my father. I can't break away from those looks, no matter how hard I try."