#Officer Gloria Cabrera

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The perfect character reboot doesn't exi--

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Officer Cabrera, because she is one of the very few women characters that kind of gives me a “she boner”. 

Also, they will probably never show her with a gun in the show because “guns are evil” and all, and if kids see them on TV they will obviously think they are toys. *insert eye roll*  

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A Mother’s Intuition

Commission by @transdonaldduck! 

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The Duck Avenger starts out as a joke.

Well, maybe not a joke so much as a way to blow off steam. Or a weird hobby, like soap carving. Maybe it’s even a byproduct of Uncle’s Scrooge’s big headedness finally rubbing off on him and deluding him into thinking he can become some sort of neo-Robin Hood. 

Donald really couldn't say what led him here: to the mask and the voice modulator and the alien tech, to fighting profoundly powerful, profoundly evil beings because they’re threatening innocent lives, not because they’re hoarding treasure. To become a superhero, at least for a little while. 

(That’s a lie, of course. Donald has adventure sewn into his DNA, daring sprouting from the marrow of his bones—just like Della and Scrooge. But their adventures begin and end at the front door, too fantastical, too dangerous for the likes of dreary, ordinary Duckburg. Duckburg, where the Beagles control the streets and St. Canard’ supervillains are starting to try their luck. And Donald, poor angry, orphan Donald, the jinx and constant screw up, who’s only ever been good at adventuring and wouldn’t know a normal life if it walked up and introduced itself, looks at all the mess and sees an opportunity to prove himself.

And he does. He does, and it’s wonderful and terrifying and then it’s over, it’s over and his name is ground into the dirt and spat upon and buried because nothing, nothing good in his life can last for long.) 

(But he’s getting ahead of himself). 

So, the Duck Avenger starts out as a joke. 

At least that was Gloria Cabrera’s view of things. 

He appears out of nowhere, practically falling out of the bright blue sky and into their collective laps. Gloria is a rookie detective when the prankster that will become known as the Duck Avenger first shows up in a police report for letting the air out of the tires of every vehicle owned by all of Duckburg’s billionaires. 

Glomgold and Rockerduck pitch fits immediately, but McDuck has to be given a call to ascertain whether it even happened to him too, though he’s just as unlikely to inform them of an attempt on his life by one of his many, colorful enemies as he is minor vandalism. The report describes a short white duck in a mask and red and blue outfit, whom none of the victims recognize. So it gets a good laugh around the bullpen and a few uniformed officers are spared to camp outside the billionaires’ garages for a handful of nights, and the entire incident is forgotten. 

Until it happens again. 

Or rather, the situation escalates. The perpetrator seems to be following a theme, because on the very night the officers stop watching the garages he vandalizes the cars again. Only this time in a much more pointed fashion. 

On the entirety of Rockerduck’s vintage Bentley and Glomgold’s stretch limo the masked duck spray paints “SCROOGE MCDUCK RULEZ” in fluorescent pink. Meanwhile, McDuck’s limo seems to have had an industrial-sized tub of confetti dumped on it, and spray painted in lime green across the side are the words “KISS ME IM IRISH”. 

The masked duck is caught on film this time, though it helps very little. All three billionaires are properly piqued, and Rockerduck practically orders a full-scale manhunt, but again there isn’t much Duckburg’s police department can do. On the scale of Duckburg weirdness and attacks on their resident billionaires, the vandalism ranks relatively low. Practically nonexistent really, considering that same scale often includes interdimensional beings and literal supervillains. 

After a week without further sightings of the masked duck, the whole situation becomes conversation fodder around the water cooler, and Gloria, who wasn’t even assigned to the case, almost forgets about it. But then one of Glomgold Industries’ subsidiaries, Glomcare Insurance, defrauds hundreds of its customers, and everything changes. 

Glomgold’s lawyers are too well paid, his customers too underpaid, and the lawsuit ends before it can even begin. There’s nothing the police can do, and though it makes resentment burn low and bitter in her gut to see far too many of her neighbors be robbed by a company that doesn’t need their money, she swallows the bitter pill and reminds herself to be grateful she chose to invest in McDuck’s agency (his premiums may be higher, but at least she trusts where her money’s going). 

Then the impossible happens. 

Glomcare is accused of tax fraud by an anonymous whistleblower, an ordeal that’ll leave Glomgold tied up in the courts for months, possibly years. And, even more miraculously, the money that was stolen from every single one of their customers, reappears in their bank accounts overnight. Nobody knows who the source is, certainly not the police. Not until Glomgold gives a pitiable press conference in an attempt to save face, only to be egged on live television. The cameras catch a glimpse of a red and blue cape on a nearby rooftop, and the news explodes with the reveal of Duckburg’s personal Robin Hood. 

Channel 00 calls him “The Duck Avenger,” and for a while he lives up to the name. 

Recently Duckburg has almost started to resemble St. Canard in terms of corruption; in other words, levels of crime far above Gloria’s pay grade. Late at night, talking heads endlessly debate the cause, alternating from blaming Scrooge McDuck for paying more attention to his adventures than what’s going on in his own backyard, to citing an underfunded police force, and even accusing Mayor Bud Flood of embezzlement. 

The Duck Avenger reveals all of them to be true. 

A strategically placed camera records Flood having an full-fledged conversation regarding the use of public funds meant for a new municipal park to build an Olympic sized swimming pool for himself, all while clad in nothing but his boxers (Flood retreats to his hometown of St. Canard in the wake of hearings). 

Scrooge McDuck returns from a two month long expedition in the Amazon to be promptly kidnapped, a feat unto itself. Notoriously, and perhaps justifiably, paranoid McDuck is not an easy mark. Gloria was still in grade school the last time such an attempt had been successful. But the culprit is one of the new villains cropping up in Duckburg, presumably foreign to McDuck, and results in the humiliation of him being tied to the side of a water tower while his captor demands a ransom. 

Meanwhile, Gloria, a sergeant from her precinct, and a handful of officers loiter on the street below the building. She doesn’t have the authority to do anything but keep civilians back, and the rest of them are less than eager to screw up the rescue of the Richest Duck in the World. 

It’s her first time seeing the Duck Avenger in person and not from the other side of a screen. She’s not sure what to expect, but it’s certainly not to see him swan onto the scene with all the subtlety of a thief and the gravity of a birthday clown. 

The new villain calls himself “The Blot” or something, who can keep track at this point. He has some measure of control over shadows, bending them to his will. It’s how he kidnapped McDuck in the first place. Neither Gloria or the other officers can be certain whether it’s some form of technology that allows him to do this or if it’s magic, which just provides more incentive to stay out of the way. But the Duck Avenger, appearing out of nowhere, hardly lets that stop him. 

With a grappling hook latched onto a nearby building, he sweeps up and delivers a flying kick to The Blot’s head, dislodging the black, sackcloth mask he’s wearing. He proceeds to lay out the villain with startling, rapid efficiency, a blur of black, red, and blue on the rooftop above them. He’s clearly here to save McDuck, but he keeps up a litany of childish barbs against both captor and captive, almost as if it’s his goal to distract from his altruistic actions. 

In the end, The Blot is taken away in handcuffs and McDuck is left dangling off the roof by the same rope he was trapped by, after the Avenger’s attempt to untie him was cut short. 

Gloria learns what the Duck Avenger sounds like as he laughs at the dangling, profusely swearing, multi-gajillionaire. 

“Hang in there, Un—Mr. McDuck! Help’s on the way.”

“Help me yourself, you dawdling dobber!”

“Whoa, watch it! There could be children present.”

The Duck Avenger’s voice is deep and bold, with the confident tone befitting a superhero and the wry inflection of a trickster. It suits his persona, clearly carefully crafted. Which makes it all the stranger when something about it doesn't sit right with Gloria. 

She isn’t given much time to dwell on the subject right then, the Duck Avenger vanishing off the roof as quickly as he appeared. But his mockery of the Richest Duck in the World, never mind that he saves McDuck’s life and leaves The Blot to the police, earns him the most scathing of reviews from Channel 00, who have controlled the Duck Avenger narrative since they gave him his name. It’s maybe the most public the Duck Avenger has ever been, or at least the most media coverage he’s ever received. Giving money back to poor people is one thing, but getting on Scrooge McDuck’s bad side? That’s what the city considers news. 

Such as it is, a week following the incident Gloria comes in to work and learns that she’s been assigned to a task force with only one directive: hunting down the Duck Avenger. 

While McDuck hadn’t publicly complained about his encounter with the Duck Avenger, it’s no secret that he hasn’t accepted the apology of the (new) mayor or the chief of police. Channel 00 went so far as to use it as garnish for their Duck Avenger roast on the Thursday evening news. Nevermind that McDuck has been through worse than an aborted kidnapping and a little mockery; no one’s forgetting about the wormhole that opened up over McDuck Manor anytime soon. His pride has been hurt more than anything else. But the public at large has been turned against the Duck Avenger, and it’s so much easier to create a scapegoat than address the real problem. 

The criminal element in Duckburg isn’t going anywhere. Instead, it’s devolving more and more into full blown villains, and the police still needs more funds to combat the rising tide. But that problem is multilayered and complex and less likely to generate viewers for Channel 00, or drum up votes for Mayor MacBridge (or get her on McDuck’s good side). So when the end result is the mayor putting what little pocket change they have sitting around city hall into the organization of a manhunt for the one duck who’s only a criminal on paper, well, what can Gloria do but follow orders?

Orders that don’t sit right with her, she realizes later that night, in the quiet dark of her home. She’s back before Fenton’s bedtime for once and is able to tuck her son into bed herself rather than relying on Doña Ave Nueva from next door to watch him. 

“Okay, pollito, es la hora de mimis,” Gloria says, once the street lights are shining especially bright through the window. 

Fenton sighs, but closes Isaac Asimov’s I, Robot with no further complaints. Rather than Gloria reading a bedtime story, Fenton is often the one to pick a book to read aloud from. It’s been a nightly routine of theirs since he was six years old and skipped grades for the first time. Now Fenton is eight and in the fifth grade, and his thirst for knowledge is thus far an unquenchable reserve, barely supplemented by the science and science fiction books he begs Gloria to buy. 

As Fenton sets his latest read on the nightstand and makes himself comfortable under the blankets, Gloria rises from the foot of the bed. She pulls his comforter up over his shoulders and sweeps a gentle hand through his riotous hair. 

“Duerme con los angelitos, mi amor,” Gloria murmurs, bending down to kiss his forehead. She reaches over to his nightstand and twists the knob on his lamp, making the room go dark.

She hasn’t even fully turned around when Fenton pipes up, voice quiet and hesitant. 

“M’ma, is the Duck Avenger a bad guy?”

Gloria resists the urge to sit down again. She compromises, gripping the door frame with jutting knuckles. Fenton is curled up on his side, bundled up in his comforter, looking back at her with wide, inquisitive eyes. 

“What do you think?” she responds quietly, as if she hasn’t been asking herself the same question. 

He shrugs. “The news is always saying bad things about him, that he’s hurting people. But...I think he only hurts bad people, right, M’ma? And only good people hurt bad people. Like you.”

It feels as though a fist has reached into her chest, wrapping around her heart and squeezing. Gloria can’t explain vigilante laws to her son, the intricacies of who can and cannot carry out justice against against the powerful and evil, against those who are above the law. Fenton’s logic is simple, it’s a child’s understanding, but he’s not wrong. 

“That’s right, dulzura,” she murmurs, because she doesn’t lie to her son, and she won’t start now. 

The Duck Avenger may not be a hero, but he isn’t bad either. 

(Of course, he just has to go and prove her wrong on the first count). 

Gloria doesn’t know what changes, can barely narrow down the when, but the Duck Avenger’s pranks become less common, less grandiose. He’s still egging city hall and tormenting the city’s billionaires and determined to be a headache for the task force assigned with his arrest. But they begin to receive reports of muggings, assaults in the night, that are stopped by a duck in red, black and blue. Beagle Boys and other gang members show up on the steps of the police station trussed up with rope like it’s the Wild West, with a note pinned to their shirts reading, your friendly neighborhood Avenger! 

The Duck Avenger’s grown up, and the face of Duckburg starts to change. 

Gloria will learn later that while Channel 00 was running an hour long “This Week’s Reason You Should Hate the Duck Avenger,” hosted by the Avenger’s biggest fan, Angus Fangus, the Avenger was saving people from a burning building.

It’s raining as flames consume an apartment building on the same street Gloria grew up on, so she heads over in her squad car even though they haven’t called her in. There are barricades and dozens of onlookers as the ten-store building burns, voluminous black smoke rising into the air that nearly vanishes into the thick dark of night. The firefighters have cleared out most of the residents who didn’t evacuate the moment the fire started, but there are still some who are trapped inside, lost in the thick of it where the firefighters could not find them. 

There are people around her screaming, sobbing, on their knees and disconsolate. Like so many others, Gloria can only look on horror, sick with the realization that people are going to die in the worst way imaginable. 

Above the crackling flames, above the roar of the fire hoses and the sirens, there is the tell-tale rush of air that heralds the Duck Avenger’s X-Transformer shield, long theorized by Angus Fangus to have been stolen. But now the Avenger steals onto the scene in a black and white blur, flying through the air like one of the superheroes in the cartoons Fenton watches. A cry rises at the sight of him, rippling through the crowd, and even Gloria has some trouble staunching her instinctive burst of childish hope. She doesn’t imagine there’s anything he can do to help here. 

She doesn’t imagine he’d enter the burning building at the tallest floor, diving headfirst through the blasted out window, but that’s what he does. It happens in a handful of seconds, the motion a smooth arc as he rounds the buildings and finally vanishes inside the building. Screams rend the air again, because the Avenger has essentially plunged to his death before their very eyes.

Seconds pass with excruciating slowness, the world muted even as the chaos reigns on. Then, a smattering of shattering glass as the Avenger dives out of another window, with a child hanging off his back and a young teen under his free arm. His face is already soot stained, but his costume is undamaged, and he has some sort of protective mask over his eyes and beak. He leaves them with the paramedics, coughing and shaking but alive. Everyone stares at him, unsure of his presence after months of slander and mere seconds of witnessing his heroic actions. 

Gloria steps out past the barricade and flashes her badge. 

“Let him help you!” she demands of the firefighters, though she has absolutely no authority to do so. 

But they listen; because there are at least eight more people still trapped; because they just watched the Duck Avenger risk his life to save two.  

A handful of firefighters stay to fight the blaze, while others set up their ladders as high as they will go. The Duck Avenger uses that as a jumping off point, leaping through the windows on the highest floors and searching them one at a time. It takes the better part of an hour, and many of the victims he carries are already unconscious, but he does it. The Duck Avenger saves them all. 

The rain grows in strength as he drops off the last person with a waiting paramedic, and his soaked cape hangs heavily on his shoulders. Firefighters and onlookers alike go to surround him the moment he’s free, shouting words of praise, of thanks. The Avenger waits to accept none of it.

 He rockets up over their heads, vanishing around the edge of a building, but Gloria tracks his progress. She doesn’t even need her car to follow him two blocks down, to the roof of the bodega he’s perched upon. 

There’s a ladder leading to the roof out back by the dumpsters, and Gloria scales it as quickly as she is able, the rungs slick with rain. She reaches the top and he’s still there, hunched over by the edge. His X-Transformer shield lies beside him as he unlatches the protective mask he’s been wearing, and even from two dozen feet away she can already hear his hacking coughs. Without the mask, his wheezing becomes more evident, almost alarmingly loud in the dead quiet of night. The chaos and fire could be two or twenty blocks away, it is so far removed from the fragile quiet they now inhabit. 

Gloria approaches as silently as she is able as the Duck Avenger pounds on his chest, his coughing gradually losing its ferocity. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a water bottle. 

“You should have let the paramedics look you over,” she says. 

The Avenger stiffens, whirls around with naked surprise on his face. But his posture relaxes when he takes her in, plain clothed and alone. 

From this angle she can see his face in the glow of a nearby streetlight, glistening in the drizzle. He was wearing his regular mask beneath the other one and it’s crooked now, the parts of his face the latter didn’t cover nearly black with ash. 

He clears his throat, though his bold, deep voice comes out hoarser than she’s ever heard it. “Officer Cabrera,” he says. 

She’s not surprised that he knows who she is. She’s one of the cops assigned to hunt him down, after all. 

“Avenger,” she replies. 

Gloria tosses him the water bottle. 

He snatches it out of the air at a speed that astounds her, clearly down out of reflex and not recognizing what she had in her hand. When he does look down at what he’s caught, his brows raise comically. 

“Smoke and cold weather aren’t good for your lungs,” she says. “In case you didn’t know that.”

He laughs, and again he sounds off to her. It’s not the rasp of a throat damaged by smoke; his voice sounds more like a scratchy record player, cutting in and out. 

He opens the water bottle and swallows half of it in one go. The rest he leaves on the edge and he stands up, tipping his hat to her. He means to vanish again. 

Gloria takes a step forward before she can help herself. A question that has pressed on her mind for months, ever since the Duck Avenger’s debut, rises in the back of her throat like a balloon. 

“How old are you?” she asks. 

The Avenger hesitates, donning his X-Transformer shield. He locks it in place, flexing his hand in his glove. When he looks over his shoulder at her, his expression is wry. 

“Seventeen,” he says, and Gloria’s blood runs cold. “I’ll be eighteen next month.”

He soars off, the X-Transformer shield streaming across the sky until the darkness swallows him up.

Gloria never comes face to face with the Duck Avenger again, but she doesn’t stop thinking about their conversation on the roof.

 A month comes and goes and she wonders how he spent his eighteenth birthday. Did he celebrate with family and friends or was he patrolling the city that throws his help back in his face? Was he alone, bruised and beaten from a fight? She wonders where his parents are, if they know what he does every day and night. She can’t imagine allowing Fenton to do anything even remotely that dangerous, to go through life with no one on his side. 

Time passes, and her work in the task force becomes more consuming the longer they go without catching the Duck Avenger. She works late nights, organizes stakeouts, stings, earns a promotion, and still they are no closer to an arrest. She’s hardly ever home anymore, barely manages to wake herself up and make breakfast for Fenton before seeing him to the bus and going back to work to do it all over again. She knows that this can’t go on forever—her son needs his mother, and she needs her son—but she could’ve done with a less dire catalyst for this change. 

On the days Gloria can’t pick Fenton up from his robotics club herself, she sends his babysitter. She’s at the station one afternoon when the babysitter calls to tell her Fenton has disappeared. 

Gloria knows her son wouldn’t run off on a whim, so either he ran to protect himself or he was taken. The former is more likely—Fenton skipped grades again, and twelve year olds can be cruel—and the latter doesn’t bear thinking about. But she’s inundated by terror, even as her captain mobilizes nearly half the precinct in order to find her son. 

Uniforms are sent to the school, others patrol the area between it and her home, and they consider putting out an amber alert. Frustratingly, they don’t allow Gloria to help. Her captain sends her home with the promise to call her the moment they have news. 

Before she knows it four hours have gone by and her phone hasn’t rung once. 

She sits on the couch as late afternoon dwindles into evening and the streetlights flicker on one by one. She turns on the television so the silence doesn’t suffocate her, and she lets her novelas play without looking at them. 

It’s nearly passed the five hour mark when there’s a knock at her door. With her heart in her throat, Gloria nearly trips in her haste to answer it. 

On the other side of the door is a young duck so disheveled he’s either drunk or a college student, and judging by the bags under his eyes it’s probably the latter. He’s wearing a loose plaid shirt over a black band shirt, and looks familiar in a way she can’t place. And anyway, what really arrests her attention is the much more familiar head of messy brown hair peeking over his shoulder, where Fenton has laid his head in sleep as the young man carries him piggyback style.

“Pollito,” Gloria gasps, reaching for her son. 

The young duck exhales heavily in relief. “Thank God, this is the right place.” His voice is garbled and raspy, and at first she doesn’t understand him. 

He turns, loosening his hold enough for Gloria gently tug Fenton into her arms. He doesn't wake, instead turns and nuzzles into her, perfectly content with the change. She looks him over closely but he seems unhurt. 

“Where did you find him?” she asks, glancing back up. 

The young man is setting down Fenton’s backpack, which she hadn’t realized he was also carrying. 

“I was going by Coot Park when I saw him sitting alone on a bench,” he explains, “I thought that was kinda weird, so I went over to see if he needed help. Said that some kids were chasing him, so he ran away and got lost.”

Fear over what might’ve happened to Fenton courses through her, but she reassures herself with the feeling of him heavy and warm and safe in her arms. 

“That was very kind of you,” she says, “I can’t...I can’t thank you enough.”

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, averting his gaze. “I just did what anyone would’ve done.”

“I don’t think so,” she replies. 

The young man shrugs, his smile self-effacing. “I’m just glad I could help.” He goes to leave, when Gloria is struck again by the sensation of déjà vu. 

“Wait! I know you,” she exclaims. 

He stiffens, shoulders going straight with shock. “What?” he says, voice carefully composed. 

“You’re Scrooge McDuck’s nephew,” she says, “I recognize you from the news.”

He visibly relaxes. “Uh, yeah. Yeah that’s me. Have a good night, ma’am.”

He hurries down the steps and swiftly turns the corner, but Gloria closes the front door with her foot before she can watch him disappear from sight. As she sets Fenton down in his bed, something not unlike easiness settles in her gut. He might be Scrooge McDuck’s nephew, but she’s certain that isn’t the reason she recognized him. 

But she doesn’t know what other reason there could be. 

Years go by. 

Fenton graduates high school at fourteen. 

The task force is shut down. 

The Duck Avenger’s name is run into the ground, but he doesn’t stop saving people, pranking Scrooge McDuck, or exposing corruption in the city. 

The face of Duckburg changes. The supervillains return to St. Canard and the crime in Duckburg becomes manageable again. 

If his name being literal mud didn’t deter him, if every officer in the city having arrest on sight orders didn’t make him change his tune, Gloria doesn’t think anything will stop the Duck Avenger’s avenging. 

But seven years after she speaks to the Avenger, several strange things happen in quick succession. 

Scrooge McDuck retires from adventuring, and disappears from the public eye entirely. 

Then the Duck Avenger vanishes. 

And she means vanishes. Reported sightings go from a hundred to none in single day, and stay that way, for weeks and months and then years. 

At the beginning, Gloria spends long nights agonizing over what might have happened to him. He would’ve only been twenty-five when he disappeared, barely a young man. He dedicated so much of his life to the city, to being the Avenger. She almost doesn’t want to know what horrible event made him have to leave all of that behind. 

Five years after his disappearance a group of very stubborn lobbyists finally get the city to change its stance on vigilante laws, using the Avenger’s impact on the city’s crime rate as evidence of its success. It’s thirteen years too late, would’ve saved the Avenger eight years of grief, but something in Gloria eases all the same. If another young hero wants to take up the mantle he’ll receive support rather than vitriol and ridicule. 

Of course, Gloria doesn’t expect her son to be that hero. 

Fenton is Gizmoduck, and Gloria feigns ignorance. `

It’s almost cute that he thinks she doesn’t know. She may not have seen him don the suit but she would recognize her son’s voice anywhere, any place, even with a billboard poised to crush her. Por Dios, she’s the one who dragged him off the dock and into an ambulance. 

She lets him continue to think he’s pulled the wool over her eyes, because Fenton can be painfully obvious when he thinks he’s successfully tricked someone.  When he’s called away suddenly at odd hours of the night for “emergency lab work” she gives the station a call and tells them to keep a lookout for any supervillain activity. She has té de manzanilla waiting for him when he gets home, beside aspirin and an ice pack, and hopes that one day he’ll be honest with her before she has to reveal what she already knows. 

But after that first awful incident with Mark Beaks, Gloria is lucky in that she doesn’t have to worry too much about Fenton, not like she did the Duck Avenger. The Avenger was so much younger, for starters, still just a child when he first donned the cape and cowl. He wore no protective armor beside the X-Transformer shield and he fought supervillains, real supervillains, St. Canard supervillains, on a near daily basis. He almost died more times that Gloria could count. 

In contrast, Fenton has the Gizmosuit. It’s hardly infallible—she’ll never forget it exploding with her son still inside—but it protects him better than anything ever could. He fights weather villains, who are more of a public nuisance than a threat, and the occasional bank robber, and even more rarely threats like living shadows. If her son had to go and become a superhero, these are the best circumstances she could ask for. 

Of course, that’s when aliens have to go and invade Duckburg. 

The actual invasion is rather brief and unremarkable for being the Earth’s introduction to extraterrestrial life. There isn’t even much fighting involved when it’s all said and done. But it’s what comes of the invasion that changes everything. 

All of a sudden, Fenton isn’t the only superhero around.

 St. Canard has its own Darkwing Duck, the genuine article this time, who’s very quickly and almost aggressively building as big a name for himself as Gizmoduck’s. 

Another hero sweeps in on the tail of the shining, alien ships, trading fists and trailing cosmic dust and while his beak may be latched shut, his eyes burn with the fury of thousands. He arrives clothed in gleaming gold that at first renders him unrecognizable, but then the entire city watches him soar across the sky in an X-Transformer shield made of cobbled together engine parts, and they know they their first protector has returned to them.

“I mean, he’s just sneaky!”

“His tactics are underhanded, we knew that going in. We need to get better at anticipating him, and not letting him goad us. You especially.”

“Me? If I remember correctly, you were the one who got offended when he asked which one of us was the sidekick!”

Gloria breezes back into the living room when the voices begin to increase in volume, three mugs held artfully in her hands. 

“Indoor voices, please,” she bids simply as the two men on the couch immediately fall silent in her presence. 

Fenton’s friend, muscled and lean where her son is gangly, with a profile very similar to St. Canard’s resident hero, makes a face like he’s eaten a lemon. Beside him, Fenton looks as though he would very much like the ground to swallow him up. Neither of them seems very happy to be overheard, and she wonders what deep, dark secrets they think she’s gleaned. 

Stamping down the urge to laugh, because honestly how dense do they think she is, Gloria goes to set the three mugs down on the coffee table—coffee for herself and Drake, tea for Fenton who, bless him, handles caffeine with the metabolism of a ten-year-old. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet some of pollito’s friends,” she enthuses cheerfully for maximum effect and Fenton slouches into the couch accordingly, as if trying to bury himself in the cushions. “It’s Drake, isn’t it?”

“That’s right, ma’am,” Drake replies, standing to take his mug from her before she can put it down in front of him. “But you didn’t need to trouble yourself on my account. I meant to leave before you got back from work; I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Gloria takes a seat in the armchair across from the couch, crossing one bent knee over the other and making herself comfortable. “No, no apologies necessary,” she says, waving a hand, “any friend of Fenton’s is welcome here.” 

She takes a long sip of her coffee, and watches Drake and Fenton do the same with their own drinks. 

“What do you boys think of the Duck Avenger coming back?” she asks before they’ve finished. 

Drake chokes, covering his beak so he doesn’t spray coffee everywhere. 

Fenton nearly upends his mug of tea before clumsily setting it down and hurrying to pat Drake on the back. 

“Why would we think anything?” Fenton says, almost too hastily to be understood, “I mean, he’s a superhero, M’ma, and more of those is always a good thing.”

Drake just nods, still coughing too much to offer any additional response. 

Gloria shrugs innocently. “You probably don’t remember, but you used to be a big fan of the Duck Avenger when you were little,” she replies, “even back when vigilantes were still illegal. You’d sneak out of your room to watch him on the news.”

Fenton blushes to the roots of his feathers and Drake manages a muffled laugh at his expense. 

“What about you?” Gloria asks sharply, locking eyes with Drake. “Launchpad tells me you’re quite the superhero fan. There are a lot of people who say the Duck Avenger paved the way for all the new heroes who’ve been showing up.”

Drake’s voice is still a bit hoarse when he responds, speaking slowly and guardedly. “I’m not denying the Avenger’s positive impact on superhero society. But the fact is that he started as little more than a prankster that concerns me. How can anyone trust him when he does all of his work from the shadows, disappears before he can be questioned, and refuses to work with anyone?”

Gloria doesn’t look away as she calmly retorts, “you mean like Darkwing Duck?”

He looks taken aback for a brief second before a more neutral expression takes its place. But Gloria has been interrogating suspects for the better part of a decade, and she knows what she saw. 

“I actually agree with Drake,” Fenton pipes up, always eager to throw himself upon someone else’s sword. “How do we know this is even the same Duck Avenger? That was over ten years ago, who knows how old the guy even is by now.”

Gloria knows all too well how old the Duck Avenger would be. But all the same, she acquiesces with a nod. “I suppose that’s true,” she says, standing back up with her coffee. “But lately I’ve had more faith in these new heroes. They’re tontos, but they’re tontos trying to do the right thing.”

Fenton looks back up at her with wide eyes. “I-I guess so, M’ma.”

She hums lightly, stepping forward kiss Fenton’s forehead briefly. “You two can go back to whatever you were talking about, but do it in your room. I need the couch to watch Patos.”

A month later, Gloria is awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of a jet landing on her front lawn. 

It’s been storming heavily the past two days, and this night is no exception. Rain plummets against the roof in a thunderous deluge, and it’s a miracle she hears anything at all. But as Gloria is roused from bed and sits up in the muffled dark of her room, taking in the steady patter of raindrops, she wonders if she’s perhaps imagining things.

Then her front door bangs open, and Fenton’s voice pierces the sanctity of night, strident and strained, “M’ma!”

Gloria rushes out of her bedroom, her robe scarcely slung over one shoulder by the time she bursts into the living room. None of the lights are on and it’s still black as pitch inside, save for the porchlight, whose glow alights on the group clustered near the front door. Gloria fumbles turning on the nearby light, her heart in her throat, already drowning in nightmarish scenarios of her son coming to harm. 

The light clicks on with disconcerting mundanity, revealing the identities of the assemblage. 

She seeks out Fenton’s face first and breathes a sigh of relief when she finds him standing, paler than she’d like, blood crusted at his temple, but otherwise unharmed. Drake is there too, grim-faced, and Launchpad behind the pair of them, looking uncertain and anxious. They’re all soaked to the bone. 

Supported between the three of them is the Duck Avenger’s limp body. 

“M’ma,” Fenton begins shakily, “I can’t explain right now, but-but he’s hurt, and before he passed out he insisted that we couldn’t take him to the hospital—”

“Put him on the couch,” Gloria orders briskly, her shock already fading. “On his side, vamonos! Fenton, get my first aid kit.”

Fenton shuts his beak with a snap. With movements more self-assured than before, he helps Drake and Launchpad maneuver the Duck Avenger before dashing off to her bathroom where she keeps the industrial-sized first aid kit. 

“What happened?” Gloria demands of the other two men as she walks around to the front of the couch. This close, she can see Launchpad’s bruised knuckles and the purple mask tails hanging out of the front pocket of Drake’s shirt, and she can imagine him barely remembering to yank it off as he stepped through her doorway. 

“He took a bad hit,” Drake says at length. 

Gloria kneels in front of the couch, scrutinizing the Avenger. It’s been a decade, but she still recognizes the teenager she first met. There are lines and shadows on his face now, even when slackened in unresponsiveness, and there’s some bruises visible on his cheekbone where his mask is slipping. 

“How long has he been unconscious?” she asks, making short work of checking his pulse and airways. 

“He kept waking up and passing out again on the Thunder—on the way here,” Launchpad says quickly. 

Gloria frowns. “That sounds like blood loss. You didn’t find any injuries?”

“No, Mrs. Fenton’s Mom.”

Fenton returns with the first aid kit. “Here, M’ma.”

“Thank you, pollito.” She pulls out the scissors to cut through the Avenger’s costume so she can look him over for injuries, but the blades bend comically against the deceptively thin-looking material when she attempts to make an incision. 

“Tijeras chafas,” she grouses. 

Fenton leaves her side for a moment, only to return with his laser cutter. 

Gloria gives him a grateful look before resuming her previous actions and cutting open the Avenger’s costume. She’s so focused on keeping her hand still and not burning him as she leans over the couch that she doesn’t notice that the Avenger has opened his eyes with a start until he’s sitting up so abruptly that their foreheads collide with a loud, painful thwok! 

Gloria bites off curses in Spanish as she falls back on her heels, clutching at her head with the hand that isn’t holding the laser cutter (now deactivated).

The Duck Avenger stays sitting up, pupils blown wide in the way of concussion sufferers, but it’s clearly an effort for him to do so, judging by the trembling, jutting knuckles of the hand he has wrapped around the back of the couch. 

“What are you trying to do, fricassée me?” he demands in a sonorous bass, that sits ill with Gloria as much as his old voice used to. 

“More like trying to save your life, idiota!” Gloria snapped, “these boys had me thinking you were bleeding out.”

“It’s only a little bit of head hurt,” the Avenger grumbles, blinking hard. His head lolls forward for a moment before jerking back up. 

“Maybe it’s his brain that’s bleeding out,” Drake mutters uncharitably. 

“Enough,” Gloria says forcefully. “Fenton, show your friends to your room, you can all camp out there. Launchpad, that plane of yours better not be crushing any of my roses. Park it on my neighbor’s geraniums if you must.”

“Sí, M’ma.”

“Yessir, ma’am!”

In short order, Gloria has been left alone with the Duck Avenger for the first time in a decade. The silence between them stretches, as Gloria remains kneeling where she is and the Avenger clenches his eyes shut as though in pain (which he likely is). 

“Should I ask if you know what day it is? Your name? Birthday?” she asks wryly. 

The Avenger huffs a laugh, propping himself up against the couch cushions with careful movements. “I don’t think I could remember any of those even without the concussion.”

The rain hasn’t stopped, has perhaps grown in intensity. She heards the whir of Darkwing Duck’s plane takeoff, and the thud of it landing again. Launchpad shuffles back inside, dripping more water than before, and Gloria wordlessly points him in the direction of the bathroom. 

She retrieves the Avenger a blanket and a spare pillow and some pain reliever before telling him, “I wanted to thank you, again, for saving my son.”

He snorts, and immediately clutches his head in pain. “Ugh. Cat’s out of the bag where Gizmoduck’s concerned, huh? I told him that I was the one who pushed him out of the way of Steelbeak’s catapult, but—”

“No,” Gloria says shortly, but gently, “I wanted to thank you for bringing him home to me  when you found him alone in Coot Park when he was nine years old.” 

The Avenger blinks hard, though this time she doesn’t think it’s on account of the concussion. “You—Fenton told you!” he blurts. 

Gloria can’t help but laugh. “Fenton can’t keep a secret. If he knew, half the city would too.”

“Then how?”

Gloria gives him an amused look. “There aren’t many ducks who have to go to such lengths to disguise their voices.”

He groans. “Great. So I just made my identity even more obvious.”

“Only to someone who knows where to look,” Gloria replies simply. She pushes herself to her feet. “Now if you don’t mind, I was sleeping very comfortably before the three of you showed up at my door, and I’d like to go back to that.”

“There are four of us,” the Avenger replies in confusion. 

“Launchpad is the politest out of all of you, he doesn’t count.”

The Avenger’s laugh is a quiet thing, but the smile on his face is one of the brightest she’s seen. 

Gloria crosses the room to switch off the lamp. But she looks at the back of the couch for a brief moment first and says, if no one else will, “I’m glad you’re back, Avenger.”

She tugs the cord on the lamp, and the living room immediately darkens. Without even the porchlight on, the only available illumination is the moon, casting a pale rectangular glow through the windows. 

Out of the dark arises a voice she hasn’t heard in a decade, not since its scruffy owner appeared on her doorstep and delivered her son back to her. 

“You’re welcome,” Donald Duck breathes into the quiet of the room. 

[ai-higurashi]

I READ SOMETHING SO GOOD I CRIED????!???

OMFG YOU BETTER GO GIVE THIS ALL THE KUDOS, COMMENTS AND LOVE IT DESERVES OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS >:3

Relationships/Characters: Bentina Beakley/M'ma Cabrera, Duckworth Additional Tags: Duckworth scares the fuck out of m'ma lmao, Sick Fic, Caretaking, everyone is an adventure so m'ma has to take care of beakley, yep that’s it that’s the fic, also duckworth lmao. Summary: Cabrera’s clothes smelled like lavender. With care, she let Beakley rest against her chest on the bed.

femslash february 2019: 9. lavender + 10. waiting + 11. rest day

[blaithnne]

So... Cabeakley and/or Morgkley for the ship asks, pretty please :3?

So I’ve watched enough Darkwing Duck to love Morgana and ship her with Beakley, but not enough to do this properly, so I just went with Cabeakley

Who said “I love you first”

Cabrera

Beakley was leaving the house in somewhat of a hurry, grabbing some things and rushing towards the door when Cabrera called her back, “Bentina! You’ve forgotten something!”

Bentina turns around, “Hmm?”

Cabrera grins and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “I love you”

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Cabrera

Beakley doesn’t like having loved ones as her background in case her enemies get hold of her phone, but Cabrera is constantly changing her background because she keeps talking cute pictures of her loved ones.

Her current background is of when Beakley came over to the Cabrera household for the night, and along with Fenton they watched an old movie.

Fenton, having been working non stop at the lab and staying up all night patrolling the streets as Gizmoduck, managed to fall asleep on Beakley’s shoulder, and Gloria got a picture before Beakley could stop her.

Beakley and Fenton spent the next few weeks desperately trying to delete the photo incase anyone else saw it, but when they finally got a hold of it they couldn’t bring themselves to, not because they liked it or anything, no way - why would they like it? It wasn’t as if it was cute or anything, but M’ma would probably be mad if they deleted it so they might as well leave it, for her sake, obviously.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Cabrera

She likes to leave little messages in the bathroom in the manor that Beakley usually gets ready in. Love hearts and smiley faces, and reminders that she loves her.

Beakley says she’s acting like a teenager, but she secretly likes them

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Depends what you classify as cheesy

Cabrera will buy boxes of chocolate and cards and random things that remind her of her partner, and Beakley will get her swords with her name engraved on it and she’ll somehow manage to get a whole new model of gun named after her, so they’ve both got their own cheesy gifts

Who initiated the first kiss

Beakley

They were sitting on the couch in the manor watching some soap opera that Cabrera insisted they had to watch, when Cabrera suddenly remembered that she’d got a present for her.

She’d had her close her eyes whilst she scampered off to her car, and when she told her to open her eyes again, she handed her her own grappling hook, the one that she’d broken several weeks ago, all fixed.

“...Y-you fixed it...?”

“Weeeelll you said that you hadn’t had a chance to get it fixed yet so I- mmph!’

And Beakley just snogs her

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

They both do, but in different ways.

Beakley is an early riser, so she wakes her up with a gentle kiss on the forehead, and coaxes her awake if she’s not in the mood. Sometimes she’ll pick her up bridal style and set her down gently on the ground of Gloria’s feeling particularly stubborn. She always has her clothes laid out for her too, because Cabrera is not a morning person

But every now and then Cabrera will be up before Beakley, or Beakley will sleep in and it’ll be up to Cabrera to do the waking up.

She wakes her with a gentle kiss on the forehead, just so she knows that she’s not being assassinated by a fowl Agent, and then she goes in for the kill.

She jumps on her and plants kisses all over her face until she’s forced to fight back and they’ve fallen on the floor in a pile of tired laughter.

They both agree that Beakley’s method is much more welcome in the mornings.

Who starts tickle fights

Cabrera (again)

She’ll start tickle fights with anyone, Fenton’s grown accustomed to it, and even goes as far as warning Beakley that M’ma will find out if she’s ticklish and she will destroy her.

And that’s a problem because as it turns out, Beakley is very ticklish.

She didn’t know until Gloria took her by surprise one day, because no one would dare even touch the feared Agent 22 let alone start a tickle fight.

Except M’ma Cabrera, because she always wins

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Cabrera (jeez she’s on a winning streak)

She does it mainly because she knows it’ll turn Beakley into a blushing mess. She’ll just open up the shower curtain and go “Mind if I join you?” With this huge grin on her face, and Beakley will have a panic attack.

The first time she did it she really took Beakley by surprise and she ended up punching her in the face, so now she always announces her presence in the bathroom before doing it

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day with work at lunch?

Beakley

She sometimes shows up at Cabreras precinct with a packed lunch full of all Cabrera’s favourite foods, or sometimes she’ll stop and get a takeaway on the way there, it depends how last minute the decision is.

The first time she showed up a police officer fainted because “ohmygoditsAgent22shessocool”, and another time a civilian fainted because “ohmygoditsScroogeMcDuckssister”

But now everyone their is used to her visits, and one of the officers even asked her if she’d bring him some lunch as well, only to get a very stern glare and a raised eyebrow as response

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

They both were

Cabrera was nervous because of just how badly she wanted things to go well, she had everything planned and made the biggest romantic gestures possible because she just knew that this woman was the one, that maybe finally, for the first time since her husband’s death, she could love someone just as she’d loved him

Beakley is nervous because she hasn’t been on a date in years, and what if she screws up and fives this amazing, energetic and beautiful woman away? What if they get attacked by fowl agents and Cabrera dies? What if Black Heron returns and kills them both? What if Scrooge shows up and starts being overprotective like he is whenever anyone in the family gets into a relationship?

So they’re both terrified, but they didn’t have to be, because aside from getting kidnapped by the beagle boys and having to fight them off one by one, things actually went quite well.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

They both do

Cabrera takes them outside carefully, and makes sure to put them somewhere they won’t get stepped on or caught by a predator.

Beakley just fucking murders them and then Cabrera gets really dramatic about it

Who loudly proclaims their love when drunk

Both

Cabrera does it when she’s sober anyway, but when she’s drunk she’ll stand on a table and scream about how much she loves her girlfriend and “hEY LOOK AT HER ISN’T SHE HOT, I’VE KISSED HER”

Beakley doesn’t really yell about it, but she will tell everyone about the fact that they go out -

“Can I get you anything M-“

“Not a girlfriend, I’ve got one, she’s over there, isn’t she amazing?”

“Would you like something to dr-“

“Look at my girlfriend”

[gladly-be-the-good]

Warning, this is sad.

A one shot and the first fanfic I’ve ever shared. 

M’ma Cabrera has a nightmare. (There’s a bigger plot and other characters go through something similar bu this is the only one done besides Gladstones.)

Gloria had come home from a long hard day of work, looking forward to relaxing in front of her Telenovela. With her son by her side, warm dinner on her lap, whole and happy with her boy. Often times it was that thought that carried her through the longest, hardest days at work. Her sweet boy, her pollito, was the light of her life. Losing his father has been awful, but Fenton had given her a reason to smile. When she stepped through the doorway she pulled her gun, going at once from a tired mother to an alert officer. Her home was ransacked. Lights were broken, furniture was overturned, stuffing from cushions was strewn about the front room. “Fenton?!” The room was clear, the kitchen was clear, the house was clear. She had never been so relieved that Fenton had to work late. “M’ma?” She turned to see her son standing in the doorway. “Pollito!” “What happened are you alr-” *Bang!* Fenton froze, wide eyes slowly looking down at the red stain growing on his shirt. He fell forward, landing hard before Gloria could reach him. The shooter was nowhere in sight. “Fenton, Pollito!?” She turned him onto his back and started to press against the wound. “M-M’ma?” “Hold on, hold on Pollito! Everything’s going to be fine.” “I’m scared M-” He shook. Soft lips that kissed her cheek everyday when she got home since he was two suddenly turned red with blood. Warm eyes that looked up at her with love and excitement for years so suddenly lost all life. Her boy, her baby boy, who loved her and everyone else in this broken world with all of his big heart was suddenly dead. The scream that tore out of her failed to reflect her agony as she sat, cradling her son’s body to her chest, rocking him as if she were still holding a baby. Her baby. There are moments that the words don’t reach....

[ai-higurashi]

Oooh girl, you're gonna regret reblogging that ship headcanon meme! I would like to order the ship of Officer Cabrera x Bentina Beakly (what is their ship name??) with the questions 11. 12. 15. 21. 25. 26. aaaand 30.! And no, I don't believe I ever think about anything other than angst, thank you

Ohohohoho >:3

Thanks for asking for Cabeakley, I love them so much QwQ!!?? (dang, trying to make me write angst about my happy fluffy couple? How dare you!?? XD)

11. What do they hide from one another?

It's not like they try to actively hide anything from each other (except confidential information about their jobs, birthday presents and out-of-the-blue surprises, of course), they know by now that these kind of things can mess up any relationship, they just don't mention it or don't give it the amount of importance they should.

M'ma Cabrera probably doesn't tell when a criminal specifically targets her because they've already been through that, the situation has already been dealt with and, let's face it, Bentina would kill them without a second thought.

Beakley probably doesn't give much importance to the dangers and the recklessness of her latest adventure with the family. I mean, have you seen Gloria mad?? (M'ma Cabrera's name is Gloria in my head and it'll probably stay that way until we get a canon name) She's terrifying!!! Now imagine the situation when she finds out that the reason her girlfriend/wife has that bruise on her arm is actually because they took a wrong path (they could all have been killed, for crying out loud!!) or a certain someone (*coughcoughScroogecoughcough*) put them all in risk to prove a point. Yeah, not a pretty image.

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

The crime rate in Duckburg decreases. Okay, I'm kidding. Kinda. But Beakley definitely made sure to make every criminal on the street know that if a single feather of Officer Cabrera's body gets harmed because of them, she will hunt them down and they'll beg for death's release.

They start referring to each other as "my GIRLFRIEND" because they're proud af about it.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

Probably some sappy comedy or romantic drama. They already get enough action in their daily lives.

They don't usually disagree much, but for the final vote it depends on who manages to be more persuasive and adorable.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

This one was tricky.

(Seriously, if you haven't yet, you should check toddykun, they're basically Cabeakley God)

A part from obvious dangerous places... idk, the Manor? At least the first times after it started getting serious. Scrooge definitely doesn't completely trust M'ma Cabrera. Besides, the whole McDuck family LOVES to tease ("Oooooooh~ Beakley has a GIRRRRLFRIEEEEND~!!!!!" "Wait, are you like our new grandma or something? You're younger than Uncle Scrooge!!" " Does that mean that Fenton is our new Uncle too?" "And hypothetically speaking... In a one to ten scale, how likely would be for you to get us out of jail without telling Uncle Donald?") and Beakley is a little bit concerned that maybe all the weirdness, paranormal things and Duckworth might drive Gloria away (alert spoiler, it doesn't happen)

25. Why do they fight?

Probably because one of them put herself in danger and the other got scared because she doesn't want to lose her. (Tbh, they both do it, so it's more of a mutual "I don't care what happens to me as long as you're safe please don't do this ever again, don't leave me")

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

Beakley probably has a huge list of enemies, most of them spies, that would target M'ma or Fenton too in order to get to her.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

They have both been there before. It's not their first ride at love. They both have already laughed and cried, won and lost because of it and have experienced enough to learn how to find what works for each other. They also have had similar experiences in live (losing a loved one, being a single parent, having dangerous jobs that could potentially kill them and force them to leave their loved ones behind, etc.)

Everything is familiar and already lived but also new and exciting. Obviously, their new partner is different from what they're used to, so they get to learn more about each other without the stress of having to discover themselves and figuring out their lifes.

Also, they are both pretty calm and rational, so they can handle whatever life throws at them without overreacting and unnecessary drama.

[mmacabrera]

Who we are in our little place

summary: the struggles of a single recently-divorced mother and her little piece of light.

words: 1808

characters: m’ma cabrera, duckling fenton

n/a: Fluff Without Plot, M’ma’s name in Italian!DT87 is Gloria, this is a bonus scene of an upcoming chapter of a fic. this takes place after m’ma divorced, they moved out and she got her job as an officer.

“¡Mami!”

Gloria laughed, her son launching himself into her arms at the moment he saw it was her at the door, jumping high enough to wind his little arms around her neck. She tried to not grimace too much into the hug when her son pressed a little too hard into her right shoulder, she wanted to keep hugging him and not let go never for the rest of her life. She separated him just a little, enough to see his excited face. His smile made her heart soft and she felt secure and safe, a feeling she thought she had lost with the pain in her shoulder.

“I’m happy to see you too, pollito. But be careful, ok? I’m tired, bebé.”

Gloria’s heart deflated a little when she saw the change from excited to sheepish in Fenton’s face. “Sorry, mami. ¿Bendición?”

Gloria gave him a reassuring smile and kissed his little forehead, to remind him that he hadn’t do something wrong. “Dios te bendiga, mi vida,” she murmured, loving voice pouring out of her only for her son. Fenton beamed, giggling, and kissed her back into her cheek.

At the door, the one Fenton had opened so eagerly, was an old greyish-red guacamaya, her chubby and hunched frame familiar to Gloria now after some time knowing her. The old lady smiled like she always seemed to do, she seemed charmed by the unfolding scene in front of her. “See, Fenton? Told you your mamá would be here soon enough.”

“¡Si! You were right, abuela Claudia!” Fenton beamed, turning around to see the other woman without leaving his mother embrace. Gloria smiled at her before getting up, letting go of the hug to ruffle her son’s feathers.

Claudia returned her smiled and said to her like a secret. “He was heavy asleep on the sofa but when he heard the knock, he was almost flying to the door. I swear I don’t know from where he gets that energy.”

Gloria snorted immediately, amused by her son’s behavior. “Oh, yeah?” Fenton blushed and looked embarrassed, that just made Gloria even happier. She ruffled his feathers a little more. “Well, go collect your things, so you can go home to sleep in our bed, ¿si, pollito?”

Fenton jumped to the door. “¡Si, mami!” And ran into the apartment, leaving the two women outside.

The two women followed him with their eyes until he was out of their sight, disappearing into the living room. The old guacamaya stopped smiling at that moment and turned around to see her, worried expression set on her face. She had said nothing yet but Gloria was already feeling guilty.

“Gloria, it’s 1 a.m on a Saturday. You’re never late. Do you know how worried that boy was? How worried I was? What happened? Why are you six hours late, mija?”

Gloria didn’t know how to say the whole truth, so she went with half of it. “I’m really sorry, Claudia. There was a lot of paperwork and I-.”

The old lady shouted, interrupting her with a frown. “I may be old and my sighting may be bad, mija, but I saw how you frowned when Fenton touched your shoulder. You looked in a lot of pain, you were lucky that nene wasn’t looking at your face.” Gloria looked down, embarrassed to be caught in the lie. Claudia sighed. “Well? That seems like a nasty injury, mind telling me how it got there, mija?”

Gloria grimaced, instinctively touching with caution her injured shoulder, recounting the events of the afternoon in her head.

It had been a stress-free day at the station, pure paperwork, a lot of it actually, but she was content with it. Until, of course, her boss asked her to accompany two of her superiors to some exclusive casino for really rich people. They had been a lot of suspicions of a specific client cheating that had arrived some days ago to the casino, they won too many times and the owner of the place was tired of it and wanted a stop to it, it was because he was making less money of course, not because he was worried about moral matters. Gloria accepted the job, since her boss wanted her specifically and because accepting could lead to a promotion. More experience on the field meant promotions and a bigger wage usually. Her partner winked at her and one of her friends in the station had wished her good luck.

When they arrived and did the interviews, she had expected resistance from some animals, she had expected commotion from the clients, maybe a fist fight with a difficult suspect. What she hadn’t expected was ending in an exchange of shots with the principal suspect. She hadn’t expected that the “lucky” client at the casino was a woman with sharp thinking and quick reflexes either.

She just wasn’t expecting to run again into…Goldie. Not after what happened some months ago.

She hadn’t expected her to fire either when the simple questions ended in those unfortunate circumstances. Her hand pressed her shoulder a little at the memory of the blonde duck firing the gun at her. Pain flared and her hand went down at her side.

It was the first time she had been shot. Not the first time confronting the possibility though. She had been trained to expect it at some point in her job, she had been trained to even avoid it when possible but for it to actually happen was a completely different matter.

First of all, it hurt like hell.

Second of all, the grip of death was pretty hard to forget, more than people realized.

Third of all, it was great to know that the station was the one that was going to pay for that medic bill and for the emergency surgery and not her. She almost finally died just thinking about the horrible bill she was going to face later.

It was almost funny how in the way to the hospital, even when she should have been worrying about how her shoulder was losing so much blood and how much it hurt, she just couldn’t stop thinking about her son. Too worried about him to really acknowledge when she was moved to finally do an emergency surgery or when the nurse gave her anesthesia and told her that everything was going to be okay. Total blackout, her son waiting for her the last thought on her mind. Next thing she knew, she was patched up and the doctor was telling her she needed to stop using her right arm for some months, she needed to check with him regularly too, and when that finished, she could start therapy for her arm. Oh, and she needed to go tomorrow with a therapist for the shooting, too.

She really, really didn’t want to worry Claudia nor her son with all that. “Hard day at work, Claudia. Please just let it be.”

The old red guacamaya sighed, looking at her with uneasiness. “Gloria, hija, please.”

Gloria looked at the side, indecisive. In the end, she sighed in defeat and told a simple truth. “I received a shot in the shoulder. Almost clean but it grazed the bone and it chipped it a little. Needed an emergency surgery. That’s why it took so long to come home.”

Gloria had not seen the old red guacamaya while saying that, so she came to halt when she saw the old guacamaya crying in front of her, she went to clean the tears off rapidly but Gloria had already seen it and the pang of guilt was already destroying her. “Oh, mi niña, you should be in the hospital, not here. I could take care of Fenton for the weekend and-.”

“No, you already do enough for me, Claudia. Especially with the other kids and… I could not ask you for more.” She said with resolution.

“At least you should let me go to your apartment to help. I could take care of the cooking and the cleaning until you can use your arm.”

Gloria denied again, this time with a soft smile. “Don’t worry.” She replied, her other arm moving freely to show her point, “my other arm is just fine. It can do double work, this only means I’m going to have extra strength in this one.”

Claudia laughed at the absurdity of Gloria’s statement. She smiled, glad to relax the old lady a little. “Ayayay, you are just too stubborn for your own good, mija.”

Gloria laughed. She went to say something but got delayed, seeing a sleepy and yawning Fenton walking to her, he was smiling but his eyes were half-lidded and he looked so tired. Fenton raised his little arms to her, an obvious request to be picked up, Gloria rolled her eyes and mumbled a “come here, baby” in spanish, lifting him up with her good arm. He put his head to her shoulder immediately and closed his eyes. Gloria kissed his cheek and caressed his head with her other hand. She looked at the old guacamaya again.

“Thanks, Claudia. I don’t know what I would do without you. Sorry if he caused any trouble. And for worrying you.”

The old red guacamaya scoffed, tiredly. “You are a strong Cuban woman, mija, like me. I know you will figure it out.” She winked at her. “And don’t worry, él es un amor. Said he was a good kid because otherwise, mamá would be sad. I don’t think that kid is capable of misbehaving now.”

Gloria smirked, proud of her Fenton, and insisted to Claudia. “Whatever favor you want, just tell me, okay?”

Claudia posed as she may be thinking “I do have one,” she said, smiling to her. Gloria made sure to pay attention. “I’m really hoping you buy that house and you get out of this barrio, mija. You two deserved it. Bet your family would be so proud of you.”

Gloria thought about them for a second and a melancholic smile broke through her beak. “That’s what I’m hoping for. But I mean a real favor, Claudia.”

“Making this old bird happy would be the greatest favor, Gloria. I want you two happy.”

“Fine, fine. Huh, and you say I’m stubborn.” Claudia just laughed. Gloria went to move Fenton a little, trying to wake him up. “Hey, cielo. We’re going. What do we say to Doña Claudia, pollito?”

Fenton opened his eyes, really tired but he smiled full force even with the little energy he had left, he turned around to see the old guacamaya and mumbled with affection. “Gracias, abuela Claudia. Chao. Bendición.”

The old guacamaya laughed heartedly. Her old eyes twinkled with incredible fondness and she kissed Fenton like he was really her own grandchild. “De nada, mi cielo. Dios te bendiga. Have a good night, you two.”

and that’s all, i was actually discarding this of the actual fic asdfg (thats whhy she talking about goldie, dude, its from the follow up of my reincarnation au lmao) also wink wink at those who got the reference with Doña Claudia

[waveypedia]

Tia Cabrera AU

So HDL and Fenton both have missing fathers. This idea just randomly popped into my head and would probably never happen, but what if their fathers were the same person? And they found this out when HDL were around 4 or so? So they grew up with an older brother and an aunt.

Donald probably already knows Spanish from Panchito but HDL grow up speaking it with Gloria and Fenton

Fenton spends a lot of time with Huey, doing science stuff

Fenton comes to father/son Junior Woodchuck stuff with Huey when Donald’s busy (which is often)

HDL call M’ma Tia Gloria and she fusses over them 24/7

Donald’s too proud to move in with them when money’s tight no matter how many times M’ma insists on it but he does let her bring over home-cooked meals 

Since Gloria is an officer she doesn’t condone Louie’s stealing but she does teach him how to twist his words and swindle money out of rich people

HDL have sleepovers over at their house and stay up late watching TV with M’ma and playing with Fenton’s chemistry sets

Fenton lands his internship just before HDL discover Scrooge and totally freaks out when he finds out his internship is under his little brothers’ great uncle. 

Fenton makes the boys promise not to tell him so Gyro doesn’t hate him more, but Huey is a terrible liar and Scrooge figures it out really fast. He doesn’t really ever talk to Fenton, but kind of watches him in a non-creepy way :P

When Fenton’s in the hospital and Scrooge is just leaving he quietly mentions that he knows, saying something like “I’m glad there’s a superhero in my family” or something

after that Gloria and Fenton come over a lot for dinner. Scrooge is a huge fan of M’ma’s cooking

Even before that the boys immediately have Webby join them for dinner at the Cabrera house and for sleepovers.

Fenton is fond of but a little scared of Webby, and Gloria takes to her instantly, having her call her Tia Gloria as well.

Gloria’s at the house while Lena is waiting for Webby one day, and she can immediately tell that Lena’s household isn’t a good one and instantly adopts her as well.

Magica’s kind of pissed off about it, because it’s not related to their mission at all, but Gloria is really good for Lena

Gladstone still comes over from time to time when HDL are still kids. Gloria does not like him :P

after the Atlantis mission especially after Roxanne Featherly’s broadcast goes on air there are 3000 phone calls from M’ma and Fenton on Donald and HDL’s phones

Beakley and Gloria are cautious around each other at first but after they get to know each other they get along pretty well!

At some point Mr. Crackshell finds out that all four of his kids are related to Scrooge McDuck and comes around. He gets slapped by Gloria, HDLW, Scrooge, Beakley, Donald, Gyro, etc. 

At one point Jose and Panchito come by and Gloria is delighted to meet these two other adoptive uncles who speak (some sort) of Spanish.

When Della comes back Gloria’s really wary around her too, but eventually warms up to her.

Fenton helps Huey (though he doesn’t usually need it) Dewey, and Louie with their science, math, and engineering homework

At one point young, maybe 5 year old Dewey wanders off. Donald is going into a panic. Gloria shoots into the police station and fires up everything to find Dewey. (he’s fine)

The kids quickly learn how to swear in Spanish

Fenton gives the kids piggyback rides in the Gizmosuit

Glomgold finds out about Scrooge gaining two new family members and tries to kidnap Gloria. Let’s just say Glomgold didn’t ever attempt to go near her again :P

[pilyarquitect]

Okay, after say that, I really hope you’ll all enjoy this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story, the ones who commented, those who reblogged it and: @mysteriouswriter72 @elianemariane17 @araminakilla20 @hakuneki07 @i-cant-find-any-creative-name @gizmovi @some-dum-wizard-bitch @infamousquack  @margaretnobbs @alphatheplant @sugerheart @squackcrowquack @nsbfenro @marshmeadow12 @ohgeeeznotagain @constellations1 @isabellanajera @you-big-palooka @deathcat003 @dragonsareawesome123 @via15 @wellshit333 @ninjawarrior100 @your-salty-dorito @rowan-npg @thesuperepicawesomefireninja @duckworth-is-love @worldsbesteagle @shaz231 @cherriesandpoison @softlemonboi @rosebu-uds @mulaneysnl @ihavenonamehalp @drummergirl231 @narnour-momo-007 @via15 @trash-queen-fahey @gamerfansims389 @lesbianz4glomgoldje @jessie-00 @maclove54north @northofanvi @maditheanimaniacuwu @gabrielpainterfest-blog @Variousfandompage @whiteeyesandtina @official-toebeans @r6sedust @gabrielpainterfest @obsessionhell @werdna213 @chydesa-star @a-stupid-girl @fudgecantlife @elipaghy04 @whisperwillyou @fnafgirl30 @exceeeed-charger2020

And if I’ve forgot someone, I’m sorry

See you in the next chapter 😉

[missmaddoxblog]

Orange Is The New Black Inmates/Crimes

For anyone who just started watching oitnb or just for a quick refresh these are all the featured inmates and their crimes

For the crimes that I didn’t know I found them from this website

(The sentence above has the link attached to it)

Piper Chapman: Money Laundering, Perjury

Alex Vause: Heroin Trafficking, Probation Violation

Red: Involvement in Russian Mafia (the show doesn’t explain what exactly landed her in prison, but this could be a big part of why)

Tiffany Doggett (Pennsatucky): Second Degree Murder

Nicky Nichols: DUI, Breaking and Entering, Possession of Heroin

Lorna Morello Muccio: Aggravated Stalking, Violating a Restraining Order, Attempted Murder, Mail Order Fraud

Norma Romano: Murder

Carrie Black (Big Boo): Presumably Felony, Theft/Fraud

Leanne Taylor: Drug Possession

Angie Rice: Likely Drug Related, Rape, Escape from Custody

The Ghetto

Tasha Jefferson(Taystee): Heroin Trafficking, Parole Violation

Poussey Washington: Trespassing, Dealing Marijuana

Suzanne Warren: Kidnapping, Involuntary Manslaughter of a Minor

Cindy Hayes (Black Cindy): Felony Theft

Janae Watson: Armed Robbery

Brook Soso: Political Protest

Alison Abdullah: Unknown (she was transferred) 

Sophia Burset: Credit Card Fraud

Spanish Harlem:

Gloria Mendoza: SNAP Fraud

Dayanara Diaz: Drug Related

Maria Ruiz: Unknown

Blanca Flores: Elder Abuse

Marisol (Flaca) Gonzales: Fraud, Endangerment

Martiza Ramos: Grand Theft Auto

Carmen (Ouija) Aziza: WIC Fraud

Ramona (Pidge) Contreras: Unknown

(Zirconia) Cabrera: Unknown

Other Inmates Featured:

Lolly Whitehill: Aggravated assault on a police officer, First Degree Murder of a prison officer

Mei Chang: Organized Crime Leader

Erica (Yoga) Jones: Manslaughter of a minor

Sister Jane Ingalls: Protesting, Facility

Judy King: Tax Evasion

Anita DeMarco: Unknown

Stephanie Hapakuka: Unknown

Kasey Sankey: Unknown

Helen Van Maele (Skinhead Helen): Unknown

Brandy Epps: Multiple Poisonings and Murder

[phgq]

Secretary Dizon assures COVID-19 vaccines safe for human

#PHinfo: Secretary Dizon assures COVID-19 vaccines safe for human

LAOAG CITY, Ilocos Norte, Dec.13 (PIA) - - Secretary Vince Dizon, the deputy chief implementer of the National Action Plan Against COVID -19, had assured that the vaccine against COVID-19 virus to be procured by the national government is safe for human.

  Secretary Dizon made the assurance during the national Coordinated Operations to Defeat Epidemic (CODE) Team visit at the Centennial Arena in Laoag City, Ilocos Norte on Friday.

  He said that the COVID-19 vaccine will be properly screened and validated by the experts from the Department of Health, the Bureau of Food and Drugs (BFAD), and the Department of Science and Technology (DOST) before this will be brought to the country.

  “The COVID–19 vaccines are carefully studied and validated by our experts from the DOH, BFAD, and DOST in coordination with the World Health Organization (WHO) to guarantee that this vaccine is safe for all of us,” said Dizon.

  “I’m appealing to our people not to worry about the effect of the vaccine because the national government would assure that this is safe for human before it will be procured,” he added.

  He said that President Rodrigo Roa Duterte had promised that the national government will procure the vaccine and will give it  free of charge for every Filipino resident particularly the frontliners and the poor.

  However, Dizon said that the local government units (LGUs) could purchase the vaccine in coordination with the national government.

  The secretary appealed to the LGUs to help the national government to convince their constituents to avail the free vaccine against COVID-19 virus for their safety.

  The vaccine is expected to arrive in the country on the third week of March or in the early period of the second quarter of 2021.

  "We have to convince our fellow Filipinos that getting vaccinated against COVID 19 virus is the right thing to do to contain the spread of the virus," he said.

  Meanwhile, Ilocos Norte Governor Matthew Marcos Manotoc had appealed to the residents in the province to strictly follow the health protocols against COVID-19 virus this upcoming Holiday Season.

  " Let's continue our strict compliance to the health protocols on this upcoming Holiday Season to help contain the spread of the COVID - 19 viruses, but if we do not follow,  we will expect more COVID 19 cases in the first quarter of 2021,"  the governor said.

  For his part, Laoag City Mayor Michael Marcos Keon had committed to do all initiatives to protect his constituents from COVID -19.

  "We are doing everything we can to protect our constituents from COVID-19 virus. We have our close collaboration with Governor Matthew Marcos Manotoc for the formulation of clear policy and enjoining our forces to address the issue on COVID-19 in the city. Indeed, I need also the help and cooperation of our community to eliminate the virus,” said Mayor Keon.

  As of 8:00 PM on December 12, 2020, Ilocos Norte had recorded a total of 453 COVID-19 cases with 354 recoveries, 96 active cases, and three fatalities. Of the 96 COVID–19 active cases, 68 cases are from Laoag City.

  To contain the spread of the virus in the province, Director Gloria J. Balboa of the Department of Health (DOH) had pushed for the strict implementation of PDITR strategy or the prevent – detect –isolate – treatment – reintegration approach.

  As part of the augmentation support for the containment of the COVID-19 virus in the province, the CODE Team through the DOH had turned-over to the Laoag City government some 2,000 PPEs; 5,000 facemasks; and 4,000 swabbing kits.

  The CODE team also turned–over a high flow cannula machine to the management of the Mariano Marcos Hospital and Medical Center (MMHMC) in Batac City for use by the severe and critical patients of COVID-19.

  Office of the Civil Defense (OCD) Region 1 Director Eugene G. Cabrera, the chairperson of the Regional Task Force 1 Against COVID–19, had deployed 14 – member swabbing team from the region to help the local swabbers on the Aggressive Community Testing (ACT) in Laoag City until yesterday, Saturday. (JCR/FGL, PIA 1)

  ***

References:

* Philippine Information Agency. "Secretary Dizon assures COVID-19 vaccines safe for human." Philippine Information Agency. https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1061622 (accessed December 13, 2020 at 12:04PM UTC+08).

* Philippine Infornation Agency. "Secretary Dizon assures COVID-19 vaccines safe for human." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1061622 (archived).

[toddykun]

mask down

summary: In which New Chief Cabrera is a little worried about Duckburg’s most beloved avenger.

word count: 1156

n/a: fly-by-the-seats-of-my-pants writing.

It wasn’t the first time that officer Cabrera met face-to-face with the Duck Avenger, but it was the first time since the day she became Chief. Their actual first meeting came to her mind, shots exchange in the middle of thug war, she almost fell prey to the panic when her partner was shot and lost consciousness and her own shoulder didn’t work as good. The Duck Avenger broke in the scene like a miracle. That day she discovered she actually had the permission to cry while on duty. In looked somewhat like the scene in front of her now, the only difference was that none of her subordinates was hurt, thanks to the Duck Avenger, something that she wholeheartedly appreciated. But there was this feeling about him since the day she met him that was worrying her, and she needed to confirm it.

She walked up to him before he could hop into his mobile and disappear as always, it was now or never. “Avenger.” She greeted, hand up to salute him.

“The new Chief, I assume.” The Avenger took the cue and shook her hand. He seemed to exude confidence. Cabrera wondered how much of that confidence was real and how much was just braveness against the fear. Either way, he looked tired, victorious but tired.

“I think I never thanked you, for saving my life a year ago, you probably don’t remember me.”

“I…actually do.” Cabrera looked at him surprised, the Avenger looked embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck, and he didn’t look at her face. “It’s weird to think that someone I saved is now Chief and not just an officer. Guess functioning adults work like that, right, um, Chief Cabrera?”

Oh. Functioning adults. So, she was right after all. This man was young, way too young. Cabrera smiled, a motherly feeling encompassing her to relieve him and worry about him. “Well, I’m glad. I’m actually wanted to thank you as the Chief, in the name of the whole station, for all the services you give to the city. This city wouldn’t be so safe without you, I gotta admit that much. We’re all glad to have you.”

The Avenger flustered under the compliment. An easy guy, this one. “I’m honored, Mrs. Cabrera. Well, I’m always up to offer my help to my city.” He smiled but when she saw him almost yawning, the serious expression came back full force. That put on an idea in her mind, fueled by the new discovery.

“That actually gets me to something that I wanted to ask you about, a favor if you may.”

The smile came back. “Well, if the police need my help.”

“Good, good. Then would you rest for a while? Please.”

He stopped smiling, confused expression set on his face. “What?”

“That I think you should put that mask down for a while, be a normal civilian and rest.” He started to look at her in rage. Understandable. She should have explained better, she definitely could have phrased that better. Ugh.

“You want me to stop being the Avenger?” He sounded low, much more menacing than a man this young have the right to sound. The good thing here, Chief Cabrera was familiarized to deal with tough guys that sounded even more threatening and that were actually ten times bigger than her. So, she stood her ground and explained.

“No, God, no. Who knows what is gonna happen to this city if one of its moral pillars disappears? What I mean is, I have seen records of you around the city, almost at all hours. I know you have a civilian identity, everybody that has even glance at a comic book knows –and I have a son that does more than just glance at them so I end too–, but when do you rest? That’s the only thing I ask for you. Besides, kids need to rest.”

The Avenger pouted. “I’m an adult.” Like pouting could make that statement less funny.

Officer Cabrera let out a good-hearted laugh. “I know, but you’re definitely younger than me and that, for me, means you’re a kid.”

“Wait, how old are you? You look so young.” A pleased smile broke through her face.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she replied, teasing, the Avenger smiled smugly in response but ended giggling. Chief Cabrera took that as her opportunity to try to convince him.

“Look, I’m glad there’s someone out there that even the police can count with but you know? With that mask up or down, I believe you’re still a civilian. It’s my duty, the police’s duty, to protect you too, even if you’re an avenger or a hero or whatever.” And Officer Cabrera didn’t beg, she never did before but she felt like doing it now. A young man like this, doing an even harder work that any adult did out there, she couldn’t stand it. He should have a normal life, they were the police for fuck’s sake, not him. She put that thought for later, now it was about this duck. “Kid, put that mask down at least for tonight and rest, I can handle the city while you’re at it. I promise you it’s gonna be there when you wake up.”

The Duck Avenger seemed thoughtful, he ended sighing and looking at her in a weird but kind of familiar grieving way. It looked like her when her boss told her to rest. She promised to say sorry to her when she met her again. “I’m not as much of a civilian as I would like, and I’m not that ti-.”

“I’m the mother of a college kid and the mother of a whole group of police officers at this point.” She interrupted, that made the Avenger laugh, Gloria took that as a good sign. And tried not to think too hard about the civilian thing. “I have seen some pretty tired eyes around my house and my job, I would recognize them everywhere at this point. What you need are some vacations, but if you are like I think you are, you’re not going to take them even if you actively wanted them. So, at least, for tonight, promise me you will have a good damn rest of sleep.”

“What’s up if I don’t do it? If there’s an emergency? If-?”

“Then you’ll have to trust me a little bit, ok? I promise you too that if I can’t handle it, I will break in into Angus’s news section and call for your help.” She earned another laugh. “But until then, what will you do?”

“Rest?” He asked, feigning innocence. Officer Cabrera raised a brow, unimpressed. The Avenger laughed this time nervously but seemed to relent. “I promise I will rest. Just for tonight.”

Cabrera smiled instantly, that motherly feeling growing on set. Feeling accomplishment over this. “I knew Duckburg’s hero was a smart guy.”

I have been trying to write for my own projects and for requests but I’m having a nasty writing block rn, so im trying to fix it with some good old ‘dont think too much’ therapy i guess lmao hope you liked this anyway, i felt it kind of weird but i guess its not that bad.

[dmvalerts]

Loudoun: Correctional Deputies Graduate from Skyline Regional Criminal Justice Academy Session #1

Loudoun: Correctional Deputies Graduate from Skyline Regional Criminal Justice Academy Session #1 Please click here to acknowledge receipt of this message FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE  November 16, 2017 Contact:  Kraig Troxell, Media Relations and Communications Manager, 703-771-5278 Kraig.Troxell@loudoun.gov Alex Kowalski, Public Information Officer, 703-777-0625  Aleksandra.Kowalski@loudoun.gov  Correctional Deputies Graduate from  Skyline Regional Criminal Justice Academy Session #1    Loudoun County, VA – Eight Loudoun County Sheriff’s Office correctional recruits graduated today from the first session of the Skyline Regional Criminal Justice Academy.       The members of the graduating class for Jail Officer Basic #1 are Desiree Cabrera Fret, Amber Kennedy, Najibul Khondhaker, Paul Kim, Justin Humphries, Julius Mashonganyika, Gloria Turin and Evan Vocature.     Deputy Evan Vocature received three awards during the graduation. Deputy Vocature was presented with the top overall achievement award, top skills achievement and top academic achievement.  Additionally, Deputy Desiree Cabrera Fret received the top physical fitness award.      “The achievements of these deputies are a testament to their skills as well as their desire to serve Loudoun County” said Sheriff Michael L. Chapman. “Their hard work should be commended and we look forward to having them be a part of the professional team at the Loudoun County Sheriff’s Office,” Chapman added.         The new correctional deputies will begin a four-week in-house training program at the Loudoun County Adult Detention Center (ADC). The state-of-the-art facility opened in the summer of 2007 and houses maximum, medium and minimum security level inmates.         The Skyline Regional Criminal Justice Academy is a Virginia regional training academy which trains basic and veteran law enforcement officers, correctional officers and communications officers for agencies across Virginia.                                                                                                                                           ### If you would like to edit the way you receive these messages, please LOGIN to your account to manage your information

[mmacabrera]

Opportunities we had lost || part 3

chapter 3: glorious opportunity

summary: She was Goldie O’Gilt, she didn’t wait for opportunities anymore. She made them if it was necessary and she took them without letting go of even one bit. She could have this, if she didn’t have this when she was younger, maybe she could have this now. Goldie O’Gilt took what she wanted, this woman was no exception.

character/ships: m’ma cabrera/goldie o’gilt.

word count: 4224

n/a: Reincarnation!AU, resolved unresolved sexual/romantic tension, bamf adult ladies, made up backstories, some guns but they’re never used, well umm kinda, injuries, pining, kissing, visit my tumblr for my masterpost page of this fic.

Gloria threw the folder on the table, the slapping sound making Goldie immediately turn around on the couch, her hands behind her head. She had been watching absorbedly at the ceiling, intense expression on her face. The expression was gone now, replaced with a confident smile and playful eyes, as nothing had happened. Gloria just gestured to her to move so she could sit down.

Goldie finally sat down and moved. “So, how can I help you, dear officer?”

Gloria sat down hard on the couch and looked at her straight in the eye. “How did you know Victoria and me were related?”

Goldie stopped smiling but there was some kind of hope reflecting out of her eyes now. “What? What are you talking about?”

Gloria opened the folder and held the first picture. She didn’t even want to see it but the question that she had been holding onto for months finally got out. “Is this the Victoria you know?”

Goldie’s eyes were now wide open and she snatched the picture out of her hand, gasping. She didn’t need to see the picture again to know what Goldie was seeing.

Gloria did have reasons to freak out every time she saw that photograph of that girl’s portrait.

After all, that girl’s face was her own.

Or, at least, it looked almost exactly like hers.

Her face was younger but harsher. Her hair was longer, delicate and well cared at the same time that looked untamed and wild.

But what really threw her off, more than the similarities, more than those unreliable feelings, were her eyes. Her eyes were different in a way that wasn’t physical.

Black eyes that looked directly at the viewer, piercing and determinate.

Gloria was so sure those were her exact same eyes, but there was something that made her breathing harder when she stared at them. There was an intensity that she felt she couldn’t keep up with. Some unspoken hardship, some unspoken truth, some unspoken will to what? To live? To fight? To transcend, maybe? She looked way ahead of her like she had made a decision that she was really determined to live up to.

Some unspoken promise that Gloria had to know about.

But that was impossible. Of course. How she could know anything about this woman? Less about a promise she did.

Gloria didn’t know why, but since the day that she saw that one particular picture, her feelings regarding Goldie seemed even more confusing than before. That feeling in the back of her mind recoiled and expanded wildly every time she tried to regard it. And now that Goldie was there? It positively was starting to hurt.

Goldie’s face was a poem. She looked confused, an incredulous expression on her while she looked at the picture. At some point, she started to look at her and then at the picture. Gloria raised a brow at some point, because really, how many times did she need to see the picture and then at her again? She understood she was surprised but considering she was the one insisting she was Victoria maybe she shouldn’t be as incredulous.

Goldie got up suddenly, signaling her with the picture accusingly, surprising her with a betrayed face that Gloria didn’t know how to deal with. She screamed at her, “I knew it! You’re Victoria!”

Gloria got up too by impulse at the scream, ignoring her common sense of not starting a fight. “The hell I am! We’ve been over this already! And don’t scream at me!”

Goldie groaned, she seemed to think better of it and threw her hands up in frustration accompanied by an exasperated noise. “Ok! Maybe you’re not her.” Goldie complied, not exactly calm but definitely not screaming again. She still had a weird betrayed face on her. “But you’re related, right? You say so yourself, is she like your great-grandma or something?”

Gloria sat down again with a grunt, caressing the middle of her beak. “We aren’t related by blood, genius. Or, at least I hope so,” she sighed, almost talking to herself that last part. “Fucking sit down, you’re making me nervous.”

Goldie blinked at her, confused. She sat down as she told her at least. The picture still firmly in her grasp. “What do you mean not by blood? You look the same.”

“I know, you don’t need to remind me. And before I answer that, you have to answer me something first. How old are you?”

“Oh, that? Now?”

“Yeah, that. Because, that woman?" she said, signaling the picture Goldie had in her hands. "Obviously lived in the 1860s or something and you don’t look over your forties so you better explain how do you know her.”

Goldie snorted, looking at her. “Really? That’s all you wanna know?”

Gloria shrugged, her brow furrowed. “No, but it’s a start.”

“Ok, ok. I’m like, with exactitude, one hundred thirty-two years old? Maybe, do you have a calculator?”

Gloria blinked at her and then let her head fell into the couch, looking at the ceiling with an incredulous expression. “Oh Jesús Bendito, my boss was right.”

“Yeah, I answered you already, are you gonna explain me-?”

Gloria continued freaking out, ignoring her. “You’re over one hundred years and you look like that!?”

Goldie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the Fountain of Youth comes handy for that. Now, about Victoria-“

“The Fountain of what now!?”

Goldie groaned, exasperated. “We don’t have time for you losing it, Gloria. How the hell are you and Victoria related? Apart from the obvious and uncanny physical resemblance.”

“Yeah, I…I think my head hurts, give me a second.”

“Yeah, there are rumors that that happens to people that don’t use their brains too much.”

Gloria looked at her with the most tired expression she could give her, Goldie just smiled, signaling to the folder, edging her on opening it.

Gloria grunted, sitting upright again. “Ok, you win. But I don’t really know how we are related. I just know that we are. I actually hoped that you, that you knew.”

She sighed, taking the other pictures out of the folder and showing them to Goldie. She took them immediately and looked at them with attention. Now those were real photographs of the moment. Black and white, sepia and color photographs, two women always together, sometimes there was a man, sometimes there was a little girl. But the two women were always together in every picture, there was a real feeling to them, something domestic that Gloria could understand and relate to. One of those women was Victoria. They didn’t freak her out as bad and that feeling in the back of her mind? It felt more like hers than anything else. Still foreign, but a relatable one.

Goldie looked at every picture with a mixed expression, confusion, and nerves colliding in her eyes. “Who are these people?”

“My family.”

“You said-.”

“I know what I say, just…let me explain. Give me one of the pictures were the four are together.”

Goldie looked for one immediately and gave it to her. Gloria put the picture on the table and then signaled to the little duckling, she looked happy, with a big smile taking all her face, each little fluffy gray hand taking one of the women’s. “This is my great-grandma.”

Then she signaled to the man, a sturdy but short white duck with an easy expression. One of his hands were on the shoulder of the woman that wasn’t Victoria. He had a wedding ring. “This is my great-great-grandfather, Julio Lozano, and this one,” she said next, signaling a black duck with a beautiful face, she had a soft-spoken expression and her head rested tenderly on Victoria’s shoulder, “is my great-great-grandmother, Mercedes Cabrera.”

Goldie raised a brow at her. “So? The only thing I’m getting from this is that your great-great-grandmother was pretty hardcore on keeping the Cabrera name alive since you’re a Cabrera too.”

Gloria tried not to snort but she did let a smug smile slide on her face. “Yeah, I know, this is the part that really interests you. Your dearest Victoria,” she continued, signaling to Victoria. She looked calm and gorgeous like she always did, that always ever present self-assured smile on her face looked now indulgent and trusting. Goldie sighed.

Gloria took some other papers out of the folder. They looked old and boring. It was a contract, a certificate of change of name “I dug a little deeper and found that she was my great-great-grandmother’s companion, business partner, teacher and later on my great-grandma’s teacher. But that’s all I have, no more records, no certificate of birth, no certificate of death, no more photos. These are the only things I could find about her. And they were from my family. It’s like…she disappeared after that.”

Goldie inspected the contract and the certificate of the change of name. She furrowed her brow, some detail taking her attention then she took the pictures, the ones were her great-great-grandmother and Victoria were together.

Goldie asked with an uncertain voice like she didn’t want to ask at all, and less of all, she didn’t want an answer. “Were they together? Is that why she changed her name to Cabrera?”

“Oh, that.” Gloria took the papers from her, looking over them. And yes there it was, Victoria Flores Silva to Victoria Cabrera. “I thought that too. They definitely didn’t seem like just business partners or companions on those pictures.”

Goldie showed her one picture have Victoria hugging her great-great-grandmother from behind with a pretty romantic smile. No great-great-grandpa in sight. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Fuck off, Watson.” Gloria snatched the picture out of her grasp. “It’s just a theory anyway, and even then, I still don’t know anything about Victoria. My family never talked about her even when they have this stuff about her, but they did talk about my great-great-parents and my great-grandma, if she was so related to us I don’t know why they wouldn’t talk about her.”

Goldie groaned, looking at all the pictures in desperation. She took a deep breath and a sobered expression took over her face.

Gloria was still trying to fight that feeling in the back of her mind that edge her to do a bunch of actions without reason at all. That expression Goldie just made her feel guilty like she had just hurt her. She wanted to apologize but for what? For Victoria apparently moving on with her great-great-grandma? It wasn’t Gloria’s fault.

And yet.

Goldie turned to her, a serious expression on her face. “Why did you look for these? We only saw each other for one time, you could have easily brushed off our encounter. Excuse me saying that I was just hallucinating or something. Why look for these things? Why find out about this now?”

Gloria wanted answers to those question too, she could admit that she thought that maybe having confirmation that this was Victoria could somewhat clear the fog of those feelings of familiarity mixed with an unknown that wasn’t part of her normal. Honestly, all of this only made the hurt worse. She still didn’t know shit about Victoria. But her name resonated in her mind like a part of her. She hated not knowing something about herself. She had never doubted who she was until now.

She decided to just tell Goldie. She let her mouth run out, almost everything pouring out of her.

“When I first saw you, I started feeling weird and you calling me Victoria just finally fucked me up, I started having these, these weird feelings every time I thought about you and you calling me Victoria, like I had known you before, like you had called me that before, but that’s like, impossible, right? Like there was something else I had to know about it. It wouldn’t leave my mind at all and then… then I found this stuff between the things mi’amá brought from Cuba when I was cleaning the apartment and well, it freaked me out.”

“I actually wanted to ignore it because it freaked me out. But they got worse when I saw that photograph of Victoria’s portrait and I just, I had to know, you know? But now, I’m even more confused. I don’t know why I feel like this and Victoria isn’t even related to me by blood. Why did you have to come and turn my world upside down? Why do I feel like this?”

She didn’t even realize but she was now up and walking around her couch, frustrated and angry. She sounded bitter, and she kinda was.

She had enough dealing with her recent divorce and her chaotic mess of a schedule and Fenton and groceries and saving up to pay for taxes and bills and Fenton’s school and she wanted a house too! Why Life have to throw her now what? An identity crisis? Some existential bullshit she didn’t even have to deal with when she was a teenager? Was that why? She didn’t have an existential crisis when she was a teen so she was having it now? There was no other explanation for this crap.

“That’s probably because you are her reincarnation.”

Except maybe that one.

Gloria laughed hard, the absurdity of the comment taking her completely by surprise and distracting her from her own self-loathing. She looked at Goldie, still laughing. But Goldie was serious, not an ounce of humor in her face. Gloria stopped laughing immediately, incredulous.

“Oh por Dios Bendito, you’re serious.”

Goldie talked again, this time more firmly, getting up and walking to her. “You heard me. You are her reincarnation.”

“I’m her what now?” Gloria looked at her like he had grown a second head. She snorted at the next second, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing this. “Goldie, look you can’t, as old as you say or whatever, but you can’t really pretend that I going to believe in some bullshit like reincarnation. I’m not Jesús!”

“That’s resurrection, genius. I’m talking about reincarnation. She died, you were born.”

“I don’t care, it's bullshit.”

“Then tell me, officer,” she asked, defiantly. “How the hell do you explain that you look exactly like her? How else do you explain that you feel like you know me? If it’s not reincarnation, what is it?”

Gloria stayed silent, stubbornly so. She refused to acknowledge that it had to do something with resurrection. Because if it was reincarnation, who was her then? Did that mean that her feelings, her actions, her history wasn’t hers? If she was Victoria, what did that mean for her?

The feeling of her world going upside down was a completely unsolicited one. She had always known who she was, she had always felt certain of her feelings, of what to do. It had been her normal to act as her mind say at the moment that it said. But with these feelings that didn’t feel hers, with this pain in the back of her mind, she felt anxious and undefined, not knowing how to react to any of this.

Goldie seemed to think better of it, sighing softly and taking her face between her hands. Gloria stayed quiet, an uncertain expression in her face. “You say you have feelings for me, something that you can’t explain. What are those feelings?”

“Goldie-”

“Tell me.”

It sounded commendably soft for something that actually felt so authoritative.

Gloria gulped, the back of her mind screaming and recoiling. Something that boiled in her veins that she couldn’t explain nor wanted to, a mix of attraction and longing that she couldn’t control.

She felt desperate, to do what? She didn’t know exactly, a feeling she had not welcome into her stabbed her heart again and again, and now that Goldie was there, in front of her with a familiar face that shouldn’t be familiar, the feeling wounded her heart harder. She felt like she had not seen Goldie in a century, even if she knew it had been only months. Hell, only hours. She felt the need to snatch her up by the waist and kiss her instead of whatever they were doing right now.

But that was illogical, and she couldn’t be driven by illogical impulses like that.

Every reasonable thought in her demanded distance between them, demanded distrust. But, that something was having none of it.

“Mierda…” Gloria looked to the ground, still insecure about the whole thing. “I’m sorry.”

Goldie hummed, sounding amused. “Why for?”

Gloria scoffed, frustrated. “I had no fucking idea, for my great-great-grandma getting on with Victoria? The hell I know, I just saw your face, all sad and I just feel sorry, ok?”

Goldie let out a deep breath and then she let out a soft laugh, it sounded patronizing. Gloria still couldn’t see her in the face.

“It’s that all? That’s all that has been eating you away?” No, that isn’t all, she thought, the desire to just kiss her still there but she didn’t want to deal with that now. Not with Goldie. “What more are you feeling, officer?”

She changed the subject, a cowardice she didn’t know she had taking over her mind. “Why did you come here anyway? To annoy me? Because I’m feeling very annoyed right now.” Goldie snorted. “You said you came here for something and you wouldn’t leave until you did, so what is it?”

Goldie looked at her like she knew she was avoiding the subject. She didn’t let her. “Oh, that. Well, it was mostly to confirm some things, but now that I did, your feelings sound more interesting…” Goldie sent her a look. Her emerald eyes sending her into a spiral. She knew that look like she had been seeing it her whole life. There were desire and want and longing.

She felt that too.

Goldie walked up to her until she was pretty close, their beaks almost meeting. Gloria felt shivers and chills through her body, the feeling young and far away but strong in its own way.

Just do it, she thought, not avoiding her gaze, staring in those greens intently. She didn’t know from where exactly that thought came from. The situation felt familiar, her mind screaming an order she couldn’t understand when Goldie put her hands in her shirt.

“Well, feeling annoyed is a feeling, all right. What are you gonna do about it, officer?”

Yeah, what are you gonna do now, officer Cabrera? Are you a coward?

She knew exactly what she wanted to do now, and she was no coward. She was tired of being held down by this confusion and this strange fearfulness that wasn’t hers. Goldie was beautiful and confusing and just there. And her mind screamed for release, who was she to deny it now?

“Just, this,” and she closed the distance, kissing her hard, with all her might. Her fingers losing themselves in blond hair. Her mind finally shutting up.

The peace she had been looking for finally there.

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I wish I was in Dawson, Victoria thought, waiting angrily in an empty room of her house for the man that had asked for her hand in marriage.

She felt angered. She felt incomplete. The beautiful Spanish night didn’t relax her anymore, her always warm house didn’t feel as welcoming as always and her own room felt like a trap. She had felt like this for weeks now, she didn’t know what to do with these emotions except writing letters to Goldie that she didn’t feel brave enough to send.

The frustration was eating her inside out. She could have so easily kissed her, it wouldn’t have mattered at all at that point. She was going far away from her, who knew if she could see her again, it was only a step, a single action. She was such a coward, she wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.

She yearned, wanted, longed.

She wished she could reset her life again only to be able to do that simple thing. She wished she could hold onto her and never let go.

The voice of a man interrupted her thoughts. “Good morning, I hope I’m not interrupting anything. That’s a pretty sad face you got there. Something wrong, señorita Victoria? We could do this meeting any other day, I’ve got no problem with that.”

Victoria sighed, feeling her patience on thin ice. She turned around with the most serious face she could muster and greeted the man. “Good morning, Señor Cabrera. And don’t worry, I prefer to get this out of the way finally. It’s a pleasure to see you, by the way.”

Mr. Cabrera, seemingly not believing her one bit, keep on smiling, patronizingly so. Victoria hated it. “Good to hear that, then I think you may be wondering why I asked for this meeting.”

Cut the crap, old man, we both know why.

“And no, it’s no, it’s not for your hand in marriage, like your parents and you are probably thinking.”

Victoria blinked, confused and forgetting her anger for a moment. She dropped her serious act in a second. “Wait, what?”

“I’m actually here to propose you something else. Well, more like someone else.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, disappointment and anger came to her again. She couldn’t believe she actually thought it was something else. “If it’s your son then-.”

“It’s my daughter, actually.” Victoria shut her mouth immediately, not knowing what to say. Mr. Cabrera kept smiling, not dropping his easy-going demeanor for a second.

“To, to marry her?” She asked with a traitorous timid voice, completely incredulous of what she was hearing.

“Well, no. That would be illegal, really.” Victoria wondered if legality was the only thing stopping this man from proposing his daughter to her in marriage. “There’s a rumor around town that you’re the most knowledgeable woman that Spain has ever seen.”

She was no woman, not yet, not with only fifteen. But Victoria, proudly, didn’t waste a second to confirm it. “I am.”

Mr. Cabrera let out a rich and charming laugh. “And humble too, apparently.” Victoria shrugged, a genuine smug smile breaking through her face, she was starting to feel at ease with him. “I was wondering if you could be my daughter’s teacher and companionship. She is my only heir since my wife died and honestly, I’m not looking for another.”

“A wife or an heir?” she asked, doubtfully.

“Both,” he replied with ease. “I was hoping you would say yes, she is shy and I don’t trust the teachers around here, they don’t want to teach women.”

“Oh, I know.”

Mr. Cabrera hummed, appreciatively. “I bet you do. You understand that world better than me. She will carry the Cabrera’s name and pass it down, I’m pretty sure of it. She is at least really hard about that subject.”

“You mean if you’re lucky to find a man that would accept to carry a woman’s name or let their progenies have it instead of his.”

“Ah, señorita Victoria, you’re killing me with these answers. Would you accept or not?”

Victoria snorted. “I…” There was something in the back of her mind that told her that teaching another girl sounded like a betrayal. She paid it no mind. She didn’t know if she could put the past in the past, but this was a step. It wasn’t a bad deal. “I can. But I have to inform my parents.”

“I actually would like to talk with your parents personally if you don’t mind."

Victoria smiled, this time with more honesty. “They’ll be thrilled.”

“I sure hope so. But now, my daughter has been waiting for your approval, I’m gonna present her to you in this instant.”

“Wait, now?”

“Yes, of course! What better time to start than right now? Daughter of mine, come here!”

Victoria tried not to laugh at this man, especially when his beautiful daughter stepped in. She was almost exactly like her father, black jet feathers that looked soft to the touch and beautiful black eyes. She held herself with little confidence. Definitely Goldie’s opposite.

Mr. Cabrera smiled and grabbed his daughter by her shoulder with proudness. “Señorita Victoria, this is my daughter, Mercedes. Mercedes, Victoria. Now, if you excuse me, ladies, I’m gonna do some business.”

And he got out there like a breeze, Victoria finally couldn’t hold it down more and laughed heartedly. “Your father sure is an impatient man.”

The young Cabrera laughed. Her voice was heavenly. She looked a little embarrassed but seemed to have a lot of affection for her father, if that little look she threw in his direction was anything to get by.

“He is a good father. I’m thankful to you for accepting, he has been talking about you for a while very excitedly.”

“Has he?”

She nodded. Victoria was thinking that she was going to like this family very much. “Anyways, would you like to start your lessons now?”

She seemed surprised. “Now?”

“Didn’t he say that what better time to start than now?”

She laughed again and Victoria thought that she may be okay after all. Even if the feelings in the back of her mind told her otherwise. “I think these lessons are gonna be a pleasure with someone with such humor.”

“The pleasure is gonna be mine. Really.”

Im not promising shit, im gonna die from it lmao not even when im 100% sure im gonna do it, i end not doing it lmao anyways, have some kisses and misteries about vic.

[pilyarquitect]

Hello everyone! Well, the time has arrived… Huey will come back home! Everything will be like it was before! Or maybe not? What do you think it’ll happen? Also, this chapter could have some important revelations for Huey. Who do you think these revelations will come from? Welp, you’ll see it soon 😊, you just need to read.

Also, if you’re interested, I started publishing a new story on Asterix fandom, it’s a story named: “Getafix’s mistake” if you want to read.

Aaaaand, one last thing, in this chapter there’s a piece of art made of my own, where I present my OC Dr. Owlfang!

As always, I’d like to thank Empro-8 for helping me editing this story. Honestly, without her help this wouldn’t be as good as it is, so thank you very much Empro-8 you’re amazing!

Welp, I’ll stop talking and let you read the chapter, enjoy it! 😉

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32.- Back home

Finally, the day had arrived! The day he would be discharged! He would go back… home… 

Huey wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of going back to the mansion. It was true that he had come to consider it as his home… but after everything that had happened… he was no longer so sure of that.

The duckling looked to the other occupant of the room, his friend —and practically confidant in recent days —was talking and talking, completely oblivious to the thoughts of the oldest triplet.

Huey smiled softly, at least he had that consolation. Fenton was coming with them, he had agreed to stay at the mansion with him! And Huey couldn't have been happier about it. He pushed himself up off the hospital bed and began to collect everything he had in the room.  There were so many gifts that others had brought to him. There were clothes, books, video games (courtesy of Dewey so he wouldn't get bored), there was even a list of the best Ottoman Empire episodes, made by Louie for Huey to watch whenever he wanted.

Huey's eyes softened when he reached a specific box. It was Webby's. Yes, the day Webby came to visit, she had brought him simple training items. 

"So that you can regain strength here in the room," the young girl had told him.

Huey really appreciated the gesture, and certainly, because he had read about them, he knew how to use them… mostly. He tried a few of the excel uses, and they certainly helped him to recover slightly quicker. Even Fenton tried some of the tools and was surprised to see that they could be very useful for his own training.

"Hey!" Fenton had exclaimed excitedly, "this is very practical! With something like that, I surely would always be prepared for…" the Hispanic duck had stopped before finishing the sentence, probably because he knew that Huey wouldn’t be very comfortable to talk about his alter ego.

Huey couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

Just a few weeks ago they both had been in a similar situation, one of them hospitalized and the other accompanying him. Huey hadn’t had any problem talking about Gizmoduck then, but now… it was impossible for him to do so. Any mention of the superhero, made the older triplet’s body tremble.

The duckling sighed again and kept gathering things up. Pulling out a cabinet drawer next to his bed. His hand suddenly ran into something hard. When he looked to see what it was, he discovered that it was a blank notebook he had given it from Dr. Owlfang. Huey took the notebook and stared at it.

The doctor had given it to him and told him he did it so that the duckling could write in that notebook – if he wanted – his emotions, the experiences he lived during his imprisonment and how he felt about them.  Because according to the owl, he believed this could help Huey to have a better understanding of what was happening to him and hopefully would help him recover sooner. The triplet remembered looking at the doctor's gift with some reluctance… but still accepted it, because of whom it came.

Huey gripped the notebook tightly, he knew the doctor had given it to help him, but for Huey, digging into his current emotions could very well mean he would have to face how he felt about his family… among other issues, and the boy didn’t feel even remotely prepared for that.

Not yet.

Quickly, Huey tucked the notebook into the bottom of the bag that had been brought for him to keep everything. He didn't want anyone to know about this notebook, not even Fenton.

Speaking of the brown-plumaged duck, Fenton seemed genuinely excited about going to live in a mansion.

"You know? I've only been there to visit, and it's never been for more than a few hours. Now, I'm going to live there… temporarily of course.  But it’ll be great!" He said with eyes beaming with excitement. Huey couldn't help but giggle as he replied to his friend:

"I know, and I'm sure you will love it Fenton."

The Hispanic duck scratched the back of his neck and looked away, and then with a voice that had a touch of shame in it, he admitted:

"Surely! But it’s not because of the mansion itself, but because of the fact of finally leaving this hospital."

"I guess… you're right," replied Huey who had been caught off guard by that answer. Noticing his bewilderment, Fenton hurriedly raised his hands and clarified to the duckling:

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to say that they treat you badly in a hospital. In fact, there is no better place for you to be well taken care of, it's just…"

Huey smiled at Fenton's unfinished sentence, he knew very well what the brown-plumaged duck was trying to say, so he finished the sentence for him:

"It isn’t a place to live,"

"Exactly!" Fenton exclaimed with a wide smile. Huey also smiled and added:

"I think the same." 

"Yes, as do I," said a voice suddenly. 

The two ducks turned around in surprise to see who had just spoken, and both exclaimed at the same time:

"Dr. Owlfang!"

The doctor was next to the fully open door. He took a step forward and after clearing his throat, said:

"The door was ajar and I took the liberty of entering,"

Huey's eyes widened in embarrassment. So he had heard them… what was he going to think of him now? With a slight hint of fear, the duckling dressed in red asked:

"Won’t… you be angry about what we were saying, right?"

Doctor Owlfang cocked his head, looking puzzled. He then smiled softly and approaching the older triplet knelt in front of him and said:

"How could I be angry about something like that? Especially because I share that opinion. People should live in their own homes, and a hospital isn’t a home,"

"Oh boy, what a relief!" Huey exclaimed before he could stop himself. As soon as he said that, he quickly covered his beak and looked at the doctor with wide eyes.

For his part, and completely taken aback, the owl asked:

"Relief?"

Slowly Huey removed his hands from his beak and looked down, then weakly, explained:

"I didn’t want to leave knowing that I had made you angry… especially after everything you’ve done for me,"

The owl gently put his hand under the duckling's chin and gently tilted his head up with the clear intention of making Huey look at him. When the older triplet finally made eye contact with him, all he saw in the doctor's eyes was reassurance and understanding. Then Dr. Owlfang said to the boy:

"Oh Huey, I could never be angry with you. I think I can affirm without fear of being wrong that you always think of others before yourself, how could I be angry with someone like you?"

Huey smiled widely and throwing himself into the doctor's arms, he said:

"I’ll miss you Dr. Owlfang.” 

The owl returned the hug and said:

"And I’ll miss you too, Huey, although I hope to not see you around here for a long time."

Huey couldn't help but giggle at that comment. He also wanted it to take a long, long time to step back into a hospital, at least as a patient. Suddenly, the doctor seemed to remember something and added:

"You know? Before your uncles left the other day, we were talking, and they suggested an idea that I was unfamiliar with. Apparently, your Uncle Donald has a boat, doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does," Huey replied a little puzzled. Seeing his expression, the doctor continued with his explanation:

“Well, your uncle Scrooge thought that maybe, if you go straight back to the mansion, maybe it would be a bit too much, so it occurred to him that maybe you would prefer a smaller environment and at the same time more familiar to you, such as your uncle Donald’s boat."

The older triplet's eyes widened.

"Did Uncle Scrooge suggest that?" he asked. The doctor nodded and replied:

"Yes, although he said they left it up to you to decide. They said that you choose what you want. I’ve just let you know so you can go thinking about that… and the other thing I gave you,"

Huey looked at the doctor without knowing exactly what to answer.  He knew what he meant by the 'other thing' but he didn't know if he would ever use it… he didn't want to lie to the doctor either, so he finally chose to answer:

"Yes… I'll think about it. Thank you, doctor, for everything."

"You’re very welcome, Huey. Take care." said the owl, waving goodbye to the boy.

Not long after, the two ducks were told that someone had arrived to pick them up and take them home.

The time had finally come to leave that place. With some nervousness, Huey left the room, fearing that, just like the last time, there would be a bunch of reporters who would mug him and ask a bunch of questions all at the same time. Fortunately, it seemed that the press had vacated the hospital, something the older triplet was deeply grateful for. How could his great-uncle endure these constant "attacks"? It was admirable. When he and Fenton reached the door, they found Launchpad waiting with the limo door open. It was as if they were practically at the mansion already.

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Huey had almost forgotten Launchpad's wild driving style. During their trip, the driver-pilot had hit a fire hydrant for the time being, twice. He spun like a top to avoid a hummingbird woman who was walking with her dog. He caused all the balloons of a peddler to be blown up… which was all relatively little damage for Launchpad McQuack. Although, on the other hand, there was still a while to travel before reaching the mansion. Swaying from one side of the vehicle to the other, the red-clad duckling (yes, he had finally been able to put on his usual red polo shirt, and was truly happy about it) was surprised when suddenly Launchpad spoke up saying:

"I'm glad you're finally okay Huey.”

Huey froze at those words. He may have been physically fine, but… he was well aware that mentally he was notwell. For that reason, he awkwardly replied to McQuack:

"Yes… I'm happy too.” 

Completely unaware of Huey's discomfort, Launchpad spoke again saying:

"You know? Everyone in the mansion was very depressed since you disappeared,"

"Really?" Huey asked, eyes wide in surprise at the news. Launchpad looked at him in the rearview mirror and replied:

“Oh yeah, of course Mr. McDee was very grumpy pretty much all the time with everyone except his family. Your Uncle Donald looked like, what did the kids call him? Oh yeah! A zombie. And my great friend Dewey, Louie and also Webby were very depressed. I think the only one who acted or tried to act normally was Mrs. B. But I think she did so in an attempt to encourage others, since, in my experience, she also suffered. And let's not forget about me. It wasn’t the same to fly them from one place to another alone without you being there. I felt like… an emptiness in my heart. In short, we've all missed you,"

Huey had listened carefully to all that explanation. In fact, he knew little about how his family had coped, so the explanation – although summarized from Launchpad – was like a beacon of light to Huey that helped him understand a little better. In a slightly embarrassed voice, the duckling said:

"I… didn't know about that…"

Fenton put a hand on his shoulder and responded by saying:

"It's normal, Huey. If you were kidnapped and held against your will, how would you know?"

"Fenton is right," Launchpad added. Then Fenton smiled proudly and pointing to himself, said cheerfully:

"Of course, I am,"

Huey chuckled lightly at the current Hispanic duck pose. But the moment of joy was abruptly cut off by Launchpad's following yell:

"Take the brakes!"

Needless to say, the warning came slightly late and Huey had no time to prepare for McQuack's hard braking. In fact, if it hadn't been for the seat belt, Huey would probably have gone through the windshield.

As they recovered from the braking, Launchpad looked at both ducks and said cheerfully:

"Well, we have arrived. Welcome home, Huey."

"Thanks Launchpad," Huey replied, slightly breathless. He knew the older duck hadn't done that on purpose, it was just his unorthodox way of driving. With Fenton and Launchapd’s help, they unloaded the luggage from the limo. While McQuack parked, Fenton and Huey climbed the stairs to the mansion entrance. Once in front of the door, they stopped. Huey could feel his heart racing, it had been… a month since he had set foot in the mansion. Was it possible that something had changed in his time away?

"Nervous?" Fenton asked him suddenly. Huey looked at him and replied:

"A little," was actually terrified.

The Hispanic duck cocked his head with a sympathetic look and then asked:

"Do you want to take my hand like that day in the hospital?"

Huey shook his head and replied:

"No, I… I want to do this myself,"

"Okay, I'll stay by your side then," said the brown-plumaged duck with a shrug. The older triplet looked at him gratefully and said:

"Thanks Fenton."

The red-clad duckling took a deep breath and approaching the door, rang the bell. The response was almost instantaneous. The door opened revealing Mrs. Beakley behind it, who with a wide smile said:

"Hello Huey. Welcome. We were waiting for you,"

Then she opened the door wide and stepped away, letting the boy see what was on the other side. There, in the middle of the Hall were all his family and friends, all together, radiating with joy… even Gyro. There was also a huge banner that read: "WELCOME HOME HUEY." The duckling also saw several tables with food and drink, all together seemed…

"Have you organized a welcome party?" he asked excitedly.

Dewey stepped forward and answered his question by saying:

“Yes! At first we thought about hiding and shouting: Surprise! When you came in… but we thought it best not to scare you, so we did something simpler."

Huey looked at them all with a huge smile. He could feel tears forming in his eyes, but unlike the countless times before, this time those tears were tears of joy. In a completely excited voice, the older triplet said to everyone:

"I really appreciate it!"

After these words, the party began. Everyone ate and drank together. Launchpad joined them after he had parked the limo. Everyone enjoyed it and had fun, and thanks to the fact that his friends were mixed in with his family, Huey didn’t feel so uncomfortable upon his arrival home.

So, it happened all afternoon, when the party ended, they told Huey he could choose between going back to his room, with his brothers or that, if he still didn’t feel ready for it, they had enabled a room with two beds for him to sleep there with Fenton as he had done so far at the hospital. Or – as Dr. Owlfang had told him – he could temporarily occupy the houseboat. His Uncle Donald said he didn't mind at all moving into one of the rooms in the mansion. They also made it very clear to him they would conform to whatever he chose.

Huey found himself in a controversy. He really wanted everything to be as before, to sleep with his brothers again, but he still didn’t feel ready to sleep with them, no, still… he could see everything that Graves had done to him as if it had been them who would have done it. And while he was ashamed to admit it, he was… afraid of being alone with Dewey and Louie. The older triplet looked at his brothers, and with all the regret of his heart, told them all that for the moment he preferred to sleep with Fenton on the houseboat.

After those words, they decided then that that moment was a good time for Huey to go rest, even if he had left the hospital – he still needed rest, especially after such an exciting celebration. The older triplet had no objection to that, and meekly allowed himself to be taken to his new room. He got ready and went to bed. Fenton was by his side the whole time. Little by little the triplet was falling asleep, he was about to embrace Morpheus' dream when a door opening, a light that hit him directly in the face and a voice brought him back to wakefulness.

"Fenton? Your mother is here and wants to talk to all of us. We’re in the living room."

Huey noticed movement behind him and soon the voice of the Hispanic duck sounded when he replied:

"Okay, I think Huey's already asleep, so I'll come right away."

Fenton soon left the room and as soon as he left, Huey got out of bed. If Fenton's mother who is a cop was there to talk to them, it was probably to tell them something about her police investigation. Huey – though fearful – also wanted to know what the police had discovered.

Cautiously, the duckling entered the mansion again and stood outside the living room, hoping that no one would see him there, spying on the meeting. Suddenly, Officer Cabrera's voice reached his ears:

“After interrogating both Graves and Beaks, the parrot by showing him the evidence immediately spoke up, confessing and confirming all the evidence against him. La verdad… he even seemed proud and satisfied with what he had done,"

Proud? Beaks… was he satisfied with what he had done? No… it couldn't be true… he had cared for his well-being, right? Huey felt his hands begin to shake. He couldn’t believe it. Apparently, someone else shouldn’t believe it, as he asked:

"Really?" that had been Louie.

Huey heard Fenton's mother sigh, and then she replied:

"Yes, he was proud of everything he had done. How Huey had ended up in the state he was because of his 'plan'"

Plan? Had it all been Beaks’ plan? It couldn't be true! Beaks couldn't have been acting all this time… could he? The truth ... Huey no longer knew what to think-

"That Beaks has a sick mind," said Uncle Scrooge in a clearly angry voice. Right after him, Fenton spoke in a voice that sounded… pained, and asked:

"Was he really showing no regret?"

Officer Cabrera sighed again and then she replied:

“No, not even an iota. He just smiled as he spoke and talked about how he had planned it all… el secuestro… the brainwashing of Huey if refused to sign the contract and how he intended to make the boy depend on him no matter how extreme he had to go."

What?! Did Beaks tell the police all this? So… now they knew about the contract too… to tell the truth, regarding the contract… Huey felt embarrassed about it. He… had been about to surrender and sign it, all for the promise that it would end his suffering.

And now this. Everything Beaks had done for him… everything he'd suffered… had been part of that parrot's deranged plan, and he had come to believe the words of the CEO. How could he have been so stupid?

The older triplet squeezed his eyes shut and felt his body shake wildly. Now he felt much more ashamed than before. He felt despicable for falling into a trap like that.

"I can't believe it, that Beaks is a monster," Dewey said showing his natural attitude and way of being.

Huey's eyes snapped open when he heard Webby suddenly ask:

"And what about Graves?"

The question seemed to have taken her by surprise, as it took the officer a few seconds to answer the question posed by the young Vanderquack.

"The truth is, it has been more difficult to get Graves to speak, although he has finally confesó he acted following Beaks' orders because he knew that, if he didn’t do so, the parrot had the means to get only him to be blamed."

"Is that to say that Graves' acts were under duress?" that was Beakley's voice. Huey felt his breathing quicken, if Graves treated him the way he did… was it all on Beaks' orders? But the hawk really seemed to enjoy-

"I think up to a punto," Fenton's mother said, interrupting the red-clad duckling's train of thought. Quickly interested in what Officer Cabrera Huey had just said, he listened carefully to whatever was going to be said next.

"Until a certain point?" Louie asked in a shaky voice. Huey couldn't help but feel bad for his brother. He knew how sensitive his little brother was, even though the triplet dressed in green knew how to hide it very well. Officer Cabrera then responded:

"Yes, from the security camera recordings, él parecía… to enjoy what he was doing,"

I knew it! Graves did what he did not just because he followed orders, but because he wanted to.

Huey continued to listen as his Uncle Donald who spoke next:

“So that means you already have confessions from both of them, right? Does that mean they will go to jail soon?"

Huey couldn't see it, though he guessed Officer Cabrera had nodded before replying:

"Our investigations are practically over. We have more than enough evidence to convict them. It's just…"

"What's wrong mamá?" Fenton asked a little puzzled. Huey heard a slight sigh and then the policewoman replied:

"I'm not asking you to do it ahora, especially after everything that happened to him, but it would be good if once he felt ready for it, that boy came to testify and tell us everything that happened."

Huey involuntarily stepped back. Did they want him to testify? No… he couldn't… the boy thought that maybe it was time to retreat before someone noticed he had been eavesdropping. He quietly left and returned to the houseboat and once there he lay down, it made him a little uncomfortable being alone in the room, but technically everyone believed he had been sleeping all that time, so to continue making them believe it, he had to hold on until Fenton return.

Huey rolled onto his side and looked over at the empty bed the Hispanic duck would occupy when he returned. All the older triplet could think about now was how naive and stupid he had been for allowing himself to be manipulated as he had by Beaks and how scared he was if he had to tell someone about everything he had experienced during his time as prisoner.

The CEO of Waddle had been playing with his mind all that time and the duckling—like a complete inept—had let the gray parrot do what he wanted with him. The older triplet was feeling very embarrassed for not having believed a fact as clear as that, even when everyone was telling him it was so.

Although it was still difficult for him to accept that, Huey tried to convince himself of one thing: Beaks had deceived him and as much as he wanted to know how he was, he could not trust the gray parrot.

Never.

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Welp, so… as you could see, Huey isn’t ready to come back to his old life, but his family is there supporting him in his decisions. I particularly liked Launchpad in this chapter, being himself he probably helped Huey more than he can imagine. Also, Scrooge – even being totally against parties – agreed on make a welcome party for Huey, I’m sure the duckling appreciated it a lot.

And, as you could see, Huey discovered important things from Fenton’s mom but in a not really orthodox way. Do you think it’s a good thing Huey has learned those things?

Okay, after say that, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story, the ones who commented, those who reblogged it and: @mysteriouswriter72 @elianemariane17 @araminakilla20 @hakuneki07 @i-cant-find-any-creative-name @gizmovi @some-dum-wizard-bitch @infamousquack  @margaretnobbs @alphatheplant @sugerheart @squackcrowquack @nsbfenro @marshmeadow12 @ohgeeeznotagain @constellations1 @isabellanajera @you-big-palooka @deathcat003 @dragonsareawesome123 @via15 @wellshit333 @ninjawarrior100 @your-salty-dorito @rowan-npg @thesuperepicawesomefireninja @duckworth-is-love @worldsbesteagle @shaz231 @cherriesandpoison @softlemonboi @rosebu-uds @mulaneysnl @ihavenonamehalp @drummergirl231 @narnour-momo-007 @via15 @trash-queen-fahey @gamerfansims389 @lesbianz4glomgoldje @jessie-00 @maclove54north @northofanvi @maditheanimaniacuwu @gabrielpainterfest-blog @Variousfandompage @whiteeyesandtina @official-toebeans @r6sedust @gabrielpainterfest @obsessionhell @werdna213 @chydesa-star @a-stupid-girl @fudgecantlife @elipaghy04 @whisperwillyou @fnafgirl30 @exceeeed-charger2020

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See you in the next chapter 😉