#sorry it’s longer than a Drabble but I couldnt resist

[thesymphonytrue]

For the drabble prompt: “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” 👀

"You're Bleeding all over my carpet"

Longer version—Read on AO3

(I got two of these prompts so there will be a part 2 full circle moment 😏)

Written for the Drabble challenge here

Pre-canon

Neal drug the limp FBI agent, Peter Burke, into his temporary flat in London. They’d gotten into a nasty chase and somehow, Peter had been shot in the crossfire by one of Neal’s accomplices.

“No guns!” Neal had insisted, but he was met with slimy grins and cocky chuckles as his fellow thieves rubbed their hands together, just eager for the prize (a lovely diamond necklace from a private residence).

And now, Peter was hurt, Peter may not survive if Neal couldn’t get proper bandages or medical personal here, fast. Neal grunted as he pulled the rest of Peter into the tiny living room and laid him gently onto the carpet. Blood oozed from the bullet wound in Peter’s chest, making Neal’s head swim.

“Damn it,” Neal muttered, kneeling next to the agent, heart hammering.

He pressed his hands against the wound, attempting to slow the bleeding, unsure what else do to. Neal shouldn’t care whether Peter Burke lived or died, it honestly would be a blessing to not have such an intelligent and fascinating agent on his tail constantly���.

Or would it?

Neal studied Peter’s face, relaxed in unconsciousness, the way his arm rested on his chest, his breathing becoming less regular as the seconds ticked by. Neal’s heart clenched uncomfortably, against his will, seeing Peter’s life flickering like a candle in the wind.

The door slammed open and Mozzie entered, holding a black bag bearing a a medical red cross.

“Your savior has arriv—-” Mozzie stopped, aghast at the sight of Peter— “Is that a suit?!”

“I couldn’t just leave him there to—” Neal sputtered, pressing Peter’s chest harder, Peter’s blood staining his white hands.

Mozzie gasped dramatically.

“It’s THE suit!” Mozzie turned to leave.

“Moz!” Neal pleaded, embarrassed at how his heart was becoming pliable in Peter’s hands, but grateful that at least Peter wasn’t awake to witness it.

Mozzie eyed Neal, then Peter, and then scowled at Neal. He tossed the bag over.

“You’ll find bandages in there,” Mozzie sighed and looked at the flat one more time, “It's a shame, I liked London. We’ll have to return to New York now that the suit knows of our escapades abroad."

Peter lives in New York. Neal’s mind instantly fixated on this brilliant flame of hope despite the prospect of being on the run again.

He nodded at Mozzie, kept one hand on Peter’s chest, and used the other to fish bandages out of the bag.

“Neal, you have to stop this dance with the suit. The cat and mouse game has gone too far. Since when does the mouse help the cat?”

“Who says I’m the mouse?” Neal said quietly, bandaging Peter’s wounds with precision and ease.

Mozzie waved him off with a “humph” and left the flat. As if on cue, Peter’s eyes fluttered open and his face instantly winced in pain. He registered Neal in one glance and his brown eyes widened.

“Caffrey–”

“Shh, you’re bleeding all over my carpet and it’s an Ardabil from 1540,” Neal said hurriedly, masking his relief at Peter’s consciousness with an attempt at humor and art history.

Peter’s lips twitched, half smiling.

“You’d never put a wounded man on an Ardabil,” Peter narrowed his eyes, “And if you did…then…that’s one more—” Peter grunted in pain as Neal tied the bandage off— “crime I’ll bring you in for. There’s only one left and it’s in—”

Neal sat back on his heels, grinning at Peter, dark hair messily falling into his face.

“I just saved your life and you still want to arrest me?” Neal’s eyes glittered as he pressed a hand to his chest in faux hurt, “ Peter, now I’m the one wounded.”

Peter propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Neal.

“One good deed doesn’t undo the crimes you've committed,” he said, eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

Peter then met Neal’s eyes, a silent sparkling light passing between the two men, catching them both off guard and causing Neal to stand abruptly.

“See you around, Peter,” Neal said, heading for the door.

“Caffrey—” Peter called, then more quietly, “Neal.”

Neal turned slowly, his piercing blue eyes boring into Peter.

“Thank you," Peter said softly, looking down at his bandaged chest.

Neal shrugged, shaking off the true sentiment that welled in his soul to hear Peter appreciate him and plastering on the mask of confidence and charm.

“You’d do the same for me,” Neal said confidently, flashing him a 100-watt smile.

Neal’s smile infected Peter, causing him to grant Neal his own lop-sided grin.

“Till next time, Peter,” Neal said and dashed out the door, knowing that if he let conversation go on any further, Neal would have stayed just to bask in Peter’s light, his goodness a little longer.

And Neal simply couldn’t have that.

Because Neal Caffrey wasn’t one who stayed put.

Neal Caffrey always ran.

But if he decided not to run…

Peter Burke would be the only person on earth who could convince Neal to stay.

[marinerainbow]

Hi! I have a Darkwing request! In the show, there is one clip where Gos needs to get in bed, but she won’t. So Drake chases her, until he gets distracted. It was such a cute moment! I was wondering if you could write just a small amount of family fluff, where Drake is chasing Gos around the house, while Launchpad watches, possibly cheering them both on. It’s ok if you don’t! No pressure! That moment is just really cute!

EEEE!!!! I DIDNT EXPECT A REQUEST THIS EARLY!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Anyways, I better calm down so you can (hopefully) enjoy a drabble! I'm still new to writing so hopefully it wont suck too much.

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"GOSALYN!"

The red headed girl slid under the coffee table, her father jumped over it.

Launchpad was standing off to the side as he watched his two best friends chase each other around the house. He knew well by now it was best to stay out of the way when they got like this.

"C'mon 'DW!" The pelican called out after dodging the two speeding avians, "Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if 'Gos stayed up for a little longer?" He asked, trying to reach a compromise.

"Yeah dad!" Of course Gosalyn would agree with that, "It's only 10:30! I'm twelve now so I can stay up a bit longer!"

Drake may have been a crime fighting hero, but if there was one person in the entire world who could give him a run for his money, it was most definitely his daughter. He may have been fighting criminals for years, but Gosalyn was small, a hockey player, and spirited.

"Staying up past your bedtime is bad for your health!" Drake exclaimed after emerging from the closet he crashed into, "When I say it's time for bed young lady, I mean it!"

Drake had almost caught Gosalyn, before she leapt out of his grasp and over the lazy boy. Exasperated, he called out to his trusty sidekick, "Launchpad!"

Launchpad jumped out of the way just in time before either duck rammed into him, "Well uh, you know 'Gos, your dad's right! Not getting enough sleep can make you tired all the time and you cant focus on work, you could get bags under your eyes, maybe you should go to be-"

The crash and frustrated yell that was heard from the kitchen told Launchpad that they were all gonna be here for awhile.

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The short duck sluggishly walked down the stairs, he looked like he had just ran a marathon!

Which considering who he was chasing around the house only an hour ago, he probably did.

Gosalyn had finally tuckered out after... a few hours or so of running, hiding, and sneaking out of bed. Drake was finally able to tuck her in, sing her her lullaby- despite how much she claimed she was too old, Drake could see the smile form on Gosalyn's face when he offered to sing it to her. Only minutes ago was she resisting bedtime, but now she was sound asleep.

Drake practically collapsed onto the couch, Launchpad was waiting for him with a glass of water, which Drake wasted no time in chugging.

Launchpad chuckled a bit seeing his friend, he would have been more than happy to help but Drake insisted on getting Gosalyn to bed himself, "Looks like 'Gos finally hit the hay huh?"

Drake looked like he was ready to pass out himself, he didnt respond so Launchpad continued, "Looks like your battery could use a little recharge too! Hehe."

"What? No I'm fine!" The duck claimed, raising a single finger in the air, forcing himself to stand and make a heroic pose, "My spirited daughter is no match for the terror that flaps in the night!"

Launchpad resisted the urge to remind Drake that Gosalyn had actually threw him off her trail without leaving the house.

Instead, he stood up and stretched, "So DW, we got any crime fighting to catch up on?"

At this, the mallard sunk back on the couch, looking dejected and frustrated at the same time, "No! Not a single crime tonight! Since when dies a city not have crime!?"

Nevermind the fact that this has happened a couple times.

Launchpad offered Drake a reassuring smile, "Hey, that means you can get some rest! From the looks of things you need a nap after that chase, hehe!"

Drake gave Launchpad a slight glare, he knew that the pelican meant well, but how could he rest when his city could be in trouble? "Oh please LP, hasn't being my sidekick taught you anything? St. Canard is never 'at peace'! In fact, I bet there will be a robbery right now!" Than he clicked on the radio that was sitting on the lamp table.

Nothing to report.

"Uh, DW-"

"Ok, ok, ok, so maybe the broadcaster is late!" Drake exclaimed, "Theres no problem in checking!"

Launchpad sighed as he watched his friend head over to the two chairs that would lead to his secret lair. Sitting on one, he looked expectantly at Launchpad, "C'mon LP!"

Launchpad stood up and walked towards Drake, but he didnt sit down in the other chair, "C'mon DW," he started, "It's late! And Gosalyn tuckered you out! Theres no harm in taking a power nap!"

Drake shook his head as he looked at Launchpad scoldingly, "Launchpad, like I told you, imperfectly Fi..."

As if on cue, Drake let out a massive yawn.

...

Launchpad crossed his arms and quirked a brow at Drake but he still smiled, "That looks pretty tired to me."

Drake crossed his arms, not unlike a child who didnt get their way, "I'm not tired!"

Launchpad shook his head, not in a dissapointed manner, and said, "Drake, you havent been getting much sleep lately, you should take this chance!"

Logically speaking, Drake knew Launchpad was right. He had to tell Gosalyn that every other night. But st the same time, he wasnt a twelve year old, he was St. Canards hero! He couldnt just sleep now!

Even so, Drake couldnt deny the way his eyes felt droopy, or how it felt like the chair he was sitting in felt like it was pulling him into itself. Not to smother him, but to lull him to sleep.

Of course, no chair- no matter how comfy it may be- was no match for the great Darkwing Duck! He would rise above this bout of exhaustion! He would show the world that nothing could keep the terror that flaps in the night down!

However, he should have made that resolve sooner, for now the hero of St. Canard had succumbed to the clutches of sleep.

...

'Wow,' the pelican thought, 'I didnt think that would work!'

At first, Launchpad considered carrying Drake upstairs to his own bedroom, but than he remembered that with Drakes instincts, he would be wide awake and alert if someone touched him.

So instead, Launchpad quickly, but quietly, got a spare blanket from the linen closet and carefully placed it over his friend. He wanted to grab a pillow too, but he would have to have moved Drakes head to fit it under him.

When he made sure Drake was snug, Launchpad sat back down on the couch, leaning his head against his palm as he felt his own eyes get droopy.

Launchpad would have gone to his own bedroom to sleep, but before he knew it, he had fallen against the couch, already snoring peacefully.

End.

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I meant to get this done sooner, but I was having a hard time getting the scenes in my head and portraying them into words, sorry for the wait!

I... I dont know if it's just my own paranoia, but I feel like the ending was bland. I coukdnt think of anything else to put in.

But anyways, I would VERY much appreciate constructive criticism! Dont be shy!

Again, thank you so much for requesting! Have a good day!