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Family Flowers Part 1

Moonrise! I wrote this at the same time as two other stories because my motivation be bouncing. So this will come out in three, probably non-consecutive, parts. The twins are my OCs. This takes place twelve years after the show. Ducktales and Darkwing crossover. But a little different than Let’s Get Dangerous. Tw: Dewlyn as adults, angst, DW being a bit of a jerk, random subplots,

“I have to meet my dad at S.H.U.S.H. HQ,” Gosalyn explained, putting a few darts in her quiver. “Something about poisonous bushes that appear and disappear at random. They don’t know what’s causing them, so they of course called in their unorthodox hero and heroine to investigate.”

Dewey found her green mask and brought it to his wife, tying it around her face. The dark forest green of the fabric made her emerald green eyes pop so nicely. Her outfit was a violet dress, cinched above the waist with a tool belt. Her bright green cape and hat were likely inspired by her father, complimenting the dress. She slung her bow around her shoulders, re-adjusting her ponytail of red feathers. Dewey was once again silently grateful that he had been the one to marry this beautiful and powerful girl. “Can’t I come with you?” he asked. “I can keep secrets.”

Gosalyn giggled. “I know you can. But this is classified. I’d get in trouble. Besides, Louie and Webby are the only ones home now. Someone else needs to stay with Blaze,” she pointed out, shooting a glance to the egg on the bed. “It actually might be safer if I took him with me.”

Dewey walked over to the bed, picking up the egg and holding it gently but firmly. “I am offended. I am great with childcare!”

“How do you know? This is our first kid. How can you have any proof that you’re so good with kids?” Gosalyn said. “HQ is the safest place that-”

“Gos, Gos, this is McDuck manor. We’ve even been more strict with security lately,” he assured her, cradling the egg on one arm and patting her back with the other. He led her out to the garage, where her vehicle was. “I’ve got this. One afternoon looking after an egg. And I’m not alone. Have some faith in me.”

Gosalyn pulled out the Longshot, her motorbike, and got on. She frowned at Dewey. “You could get attacked or pass out and drop him or-”

Dewey put his free hand up to touch Gosalyn’s shoulder. “Gosalyn!” he said. “I didn’t want to say it this way, but you’re starting to act like your father.” Gosalyn realized how tense she was, suddenly lowering her shoulders and exhaling. “You have good mother’s instincts. But I have good father’s instincts, too. You can go to work for a few hours and we’ll all be just fine.”

Gosalyn took a breath. She loved her dad, she did. But she didn’t want to be the paranoid freak her father could be with her, even now that she was twenty-one. She nodded, pecking her husband’s beak. She pulled away after a moment and nodded. “I trust you. Yeah, I trust you. You may be crazy, but you’re not completely careless.” After putting on her helmet, she kissed the egg in Dewey’s arms, smiling. “Love you, Blaze. I’ll be home for dinner.”

Dewey stepped back as she started the Longshot and opened the garage door. He waved as she sped down the driveway and down the streets, out of view. He swallowed and rocked the egg a little. “Well, your mother trusts you with me more than I do.”

___

“Thank you both for coming here,” Grace Gander said, pacing on the other side of a desk. She was the niece of Jay Gander who had, much to Darkwing’s dismay, retired the previous year. Grace had many of her uncle’s beliefs and policies, though, which meant that Darkwing and Quiverwing could continue to be unofficial agents when needed.

“I hope you two haven’t contacted the horrible plants. It seems there are dangerous shrubs spontaneously appearing all over St. Canard and some even in Duckburg. People who have seen and touched them describe them as short bushes. They have shiny, round leaves and pointed-petaled red flowers. They are surprisingly itchy. They’ve caused rashes, allergic reactions, and kids who have eaten them had digestive issues afterwards. Recreation groups do not recall planting them. They may have been an invasive species. But plants don’t just appear and disappear at will.” Grace turned to the pair, motioning to the file on the table. “All we have is a few leaf samples, one petal sample, descriptions of reactions, and some before and after security screenshots. Are you able to deduce anything from this?”

Darkwing opened the file, seeing three tightly sealed bags with samples in it. He held his magnifying glass and a leaf up to the light. “Where have I seen this leaf before? Shiny and round yet rough and itchy? I may need a hiker’s guide to this. It takes a keen mind to notice the little details and search for it in depth. But I, Darkwing Duck, will not fail to search every page until I prevail in providing proof of this plant-”

“Darkwing, look at this,” Quiverwing said, pulling his magnifying glass to her paper. “See. Before, the bush was there. This is an instance where a kid touched it, got itchy, and the mother couldn’t find the plant that hurt her kid, according to this file. Now look at the after picture.” She directed the instrument to a brick wall around the park. The shiny green of the plant and red buds were blurring in movement on the way out of the frame. “Don’t bother looking it up. I doubt this plant exists. It’s sentient.”

Grace Gander shook her head, sitting across from the duo. “Impossible. Plants do not have the ability to think or move in the way we do. Even walking trees take months to move noticeably.”

“Except mutated or chemically fiddled framing flora,” Darkwing said. “This can only be the work of an old foe.”

___

Dewey was content sitting with Louie and Webby, chatting about something from their most recent adventure. He had left Blaze’s egg in the nursery, making sure to set the alarm system on the window before shutting the door. Their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell being rung. Duckworth opened the door for them, but came drifting through the wall suddenly. “They’re looking for Mrs. Quiverwing,” he told them.

The three went silent, looking at their butler. “Who’s there?” Webby asked, putting down a teacup and standing.

“A couple of children in hoods,” Duckworth replied. “Shall I turn them away?”

Dewey shook his head. “No.”

“Dew, wait,” Loudie said, stepping in front of the blue triplet. “This could be a trick.”

Sighing, Dewey looked at his brother. “I get that. But some kids are out there.”

“Kids we don’t know wearing disguises!”

Webby stood by Dewey. “We’ll keep our guard up. But it sounds like these kids just want some help. We’ll let them into the main hall to talk.”

The three went to the door and saw two kids standing there. They had their heads dipped and covered by hoodies. They had their hands shoved in their pockets the same way Louie often would when they were younger. Webby looked at her cousin at the thought. He was holding both his thumbs in his pockets, hands curled around the fabric. The kids had their sleeves tucked into the pockets so no feathers showed. Webby caught glimpses of dark green feathers, which wasn’t abnormal.

“Hey, kids,” Dewey said calmly, kneeling to meet their level. “You’re looking for the Quiverwing Quack?”

One of the two kids nodded. “We need her help. We wanna find our dad,” came a smooth, cool voice.

A softer, higher voice spoke from the other kid. “He’s missing. And we miss him.”

Dewey smiled and put a hand on his chest. “She’s not at home right now. But I’m her friend. I can help too.”

The two kids looked at each other nervously before they looked up. They left their hoods on, hiding their hair. Their faces, at least, were visible. They had dark yellow bills. One was slightly wider at the tip than the other’s was, but they had the same oval head shape. They both had soft brown eyes, round and full of worry. They both had dark green feathers on their faces and necks The one with the wider bill, who had been the first to talk, now stood an inch taller than their companion.

“You’re a friend of ours, too,” the shorter said, their soft voice wavering in uncertainty.

“Can we have you come sit at the steps over here while we talk?” Dewey asked. The kids nodded, following the adult into the house and sitting on the stairwell. Somehow, they’d managed to take each other’s hands without anyone seeing, and the ends of their sleeves were hooked together.

“Can I get you anything to eat or drink?” Dewey asked, crossing his legs and getting comfortable. The kids asked for water, which Dewey asked of their butler. A tray with two water glasses was set on the step above them, but neither moved to touch it. After some quiet, Dewey spoke. “Why are you looking for Quiverwing?”

“We heard our dad talk about her before,” the taller of the pair said. “He said she did some super awesome things and can make someone into pulp if she wanted. And she doesn’t know the meaning of quit!”

Dewey snickered at that description. Accurate. “That’s Quiver. Why did you need her?”

“Because we thought our dad knew her,” the shorter one said meekly. “We thought she could tell us where she is.”

The cousins glanced at each other for a second. Loudie sat by his brother and shook his head. “A lot of people know of the Quiverwing Quack. But she doesn’t know everybody.”

“Oh..” the short one sighed, looking down, big brown eyes glazing over.

Thinking of something to say to calm them down, Dewey asked, “When did you last see your dad?”

“A week ago,” the taller reported. “He got called into work and didn’t come back.”

“Does he normally leave for work?” Louie asked. “Or was this a one-time thing?”

The kids nodded. “Dad never leaves for long. Sometimes he’d get held up for a while but never so long!” the shorter remarked.

“Really?” Webby asked suspiciously. “How long does he leave you?” It couldn’t, at least, it shouldn’t be more than a few hours.

“The longest he’s even been gone is five days,” the shorter told them. “And that was once! Normally it’s less! Now he’s been gone a whole week so we’re scared.”

The cousins shared a glance but didn’t speak, instead letting Louie ask another question. “What are your names?” he asked.

The two looked at each other and agreed wordlessly. The taller one pointed to himself. “My name is Asterid.”

The shorter nodded. “And I’m Solana.”

“Asterid and Solana,” Webby repeated for memory. “Those are unique names.”

“I’m Dewey. This is my brother, Louie. And this is our cousin, Webby.”

“And I’m Huey. I got off that meeting early. Care to clue me in?” Huey said, walking through the front door. He looked questioningly at the young kids.

___

“So, it’s probably one of Bushroot’s experiments,” Darkwing recapped over the intercoms. “So the remaining question is why. Why would he create irritating plants that run away?”

Quiverwing slowed the speed of the Longshot and sighed. “It doesn’t make sense. Bushroot always had a defined motive. He rarely intended harm to people.”

“Dr. Gary, Dr. Larson, Launchpad, ME,” Darkwing counted. “And the first two died.”

Quiver hummed in discontent. “He wanted to punish them. Their deaths weren’t his plans. He wanted to exact revenge on you for when you destroyed his body.”

“He’s still alive, isn’t he?!”

“Because he regenerates! But you accidentally killed him a few times. I can see why he has it out for ya. Also, you should have stopped tailing me a while ago. Are you tagging me?”

Darkwing smirked. “Launchpad and I were hoping to come to your place for dinner, if you don’t mind.”

Quiver smiled and rolled her eyes. That affectionate eye roll. The eye roll she only gave when her loved ones were being dumb in the endearing way. “Fine. Dewey will be happy to see you guys.”

___

“Dewey! I’m back!” Gosalyn called into the hall. It was empty, but that wasn’t abnormal. The others were probably in the waiting room now while Beakley and Duckworth finished making dinner. Della, Donald, and Daisy were all out of the country, on some mission involving an amulet. Scrooge had followed Goldie somewhere in Europe. Apparently she’s stolen something else of his to lure him overseas, and it worked. So the housekeepers and young adults were the only ones in the house.

Drake followed in behind her, taking his cape and hat off. “Can I put these somewhere?” he asked.

Gosalyn took off her own accessories and took her dad’s as well. “Of course. I’ll throw these in my room. Be right back.”

Gosalyn dashed up the stairs, turning to go to the bedroom she and Dewey now shared. Drake rubbed a hand over his head. “She’s as young-spirited as ever,” he said. “She will never lose that energy.”

Launchpad smiled, putting a hand on Drake’s shoulder. “She gets it from you. Sure, she was always eccentric, but you encouraged her daring do.” Drake hummed, leaning into Launchpad a bit. “She really is our kid, huh?”

“She is.” Drake still found it impossible that his little girl would have a little one of her own, soon. It seemed like he’d adopted a spunky little kid the day before. And now she is a mother.

“Dad, why are you crying?” Gosalyn asked as she came back downstairs. “Your back is hurting, old man?”

Drake hastily wiped his eyes. “What? Of course not! I’m fine. We should go eat.”

Gosalyn lead her parents to the dining room, where everyone was seated at the long table. She spotted her husband at his normal seat. He had Blake’s egg secure in the chair next to him. They always did that, just to keep close. But instead of Huey and Louie being across from him, they were further down, having given their seats to some guests Gosalyn didn’t recognize.

“Dewey, I’m home. Who are they?” she asked, looking at the two hooded figures. They turned when they heard her voice, grinning.

“Quiverwing Quack!” one of them said, running over. “We’ve heard about your epic adventures! Dad told us!”

The other one stood up, walking behind the other. “He’s missing and you need to help find him!”

Gosalyn put her arms out to stop the girl running toward her. “Hold up! Dewey, what is going on?” she asked. “Who are these kids?”

“I’m Solana and this is my twin brother Asterid,” the girl said, grabbing Gosalyn’s forearms. Her hood had slipped a bit when she ran over, and her hair was barely visible.

“Okay, calm down. First, you’re inside. You can take off the hood…” Gosalyn slowly reached up, pushing down her hood. A mass of smooth, long, orange-pink hair fell out of the hood, down the girl’s shoulders. Wait, that wasn’t hair. Those were petals. “Keen gear..”

Huey’s eyes widened when he saw that. He pulled a notebook and pencil out of his hat, intent on asking questions and taking notes. Louie didn’t even look at him, but put his hand over Huey’s things and shook his head to let him know this wasn’t the time.

“We just didn’t want to be seen in public.” Asterid pulled down his hood, revealing dark blue, shaggy petals for hair. His hands weren’t even hands at all, but elongated oval-shaped leaves with pointed ends.

Gosalyn looked at her arms, which Solana was gripping with long, oval-shaped leaves. Gosalyn pulled back, staring at the two in shock. Their green feathers were less like feathers, but looked like tiny leaves. They were plant mutants.

“What did you say your last name was?” Gosalyn asked, so surprised she’d forgotten the wording of their conversation.

“Bushroot,” Asterid answered. “We’re Asterid and Solana Bushroot.”

Plot twist! You probably saw that coming. Anyways, I’ll leave it there for now. You’ll have to wait until I get the motivation for part two, mwahahahaha!! Hope ya’ll enjoyed the first real plot in this book. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don’t eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!Moonset!

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