Duckshots!

All That Glitters! (Della & Goldie)

2017 Ducktales - pre canon
Della & Goldie
(Background) Goldie x Scrooge

It had been a long time since she had actually been in the mansion. She knew Scrooge redecorated all the time. Still the room she was standing in should've been a spare bedroom but why was she kicking things left and right?

She made it to the wall and gasped as she flipped on the light. It illuminated a nursery that would put any child's room to shame. Piles of books and toys laid everywhere. In the middle three eggs were nestled in blankets: red, blue, and green. Before she could process everything the door flung open and a figure rolled in.

"Oh, Goldie, what are you doing in here?" Della asked, coming out of her defensive pose.

"Ah, needed, um, some supplies," she managed.

"Oh, I think Uncle Scrooge moved your stuff to the garage. Well at least what he could find of it," after a beat she also added, "and what was legal."

Goldie nodded numbly not like the idea of being downgraded by these, these. What were they? Sons? No, they weren't Scrooge's kids. They couldn't be. Were they nephews? Della didn't seem the type. The girl must have caught her gaze and spun.

"Oh! This is Jet, Turbo, and Rebel! Well not yet," Della laughed. "Uncle Scrooge went overboard on their room. Don't you think?"

Della turned to the room and looked at it with a proud smile. Every word she said made it harder for Goldie to breathe. The sad part was the con-woman didn't know why.

"Eh, he caught baby fever hard, didn't he? He only wanted the best. He's gonna spoil them rotten and they're not even hatch yet." The pilot crossed her arms not picking up on the fact every word was a blow to Goldie's being. "I just want to know where this generosity was when Donald and I were kids. Well he better get over I'm not letting him turn them into brats."

"Who's?" Goldie asked and she could stop the voice crack.

"Sorry, their my sons." Della offered a closed eye smile, being nice enough not to mention the break in Goldie's voice. It was probably as uncomfortable for her to think about as it was for the older duck.

At least Goldie could breathe, and think, again. She blinked and were those tears? No, she only cry if she was in pain. They weren't Scrooge's but knowing he would've done this for his own kids was another blow. She coughed a little and glanced around the room.

"Well, he's definitely getting soft in his old age," Goldie mumbled, trying to convince herself of the insult. She turned to leave, having enough of the colorful room and Della grabbed her wrist effectually stopping her.

"Actually, I was gonna call you." Della didn't meet her eyes as she spoke. That confused her.

"Me? Why?"

"Well, Donald and I thought, you might want to, um, you know nevermind. Uncle Scrooge was right it's a dumb idea." Goldie didn't move and waited for Della to mumble on. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to be their godmother?"

Goldie's mind went straight to fairytales. As in fairy godmother. She know that's not what Della meant though. Then the Scrooge bit hit her. He thought she wouldn't want anything to to do with Della's kids? She had turned her beak up when the twins where younger a few times but not in a long time. Did he think that little of her?

"You don't have to of course," Della rambled. "Donald's already taken on the role of the overprotective uncle. It's just after our mother died."

There was a pause and Goldie remembered the funeral. She had watched Della cry in Donald's arms for hours from her spot behind the pillar. She never told Scrooge she gone but the kids had seen her. Afterwards they all seemed closer and they trusted her more. Even when Scrooge wouldn't. Della continued.

"Forget I mentioned it. It was just a random," Goldie cut her off.

"I'll do it with one condition." Della's eyes widened in anticipation. "We don't tell Scroogy."

Most things she only did to rub in his face. She was doing this for herself. Della hugged her. For some reason she didn't push her away like normal.

That was the last time she had spoken to either of the Duck twins. She was in Tokyolk when she got the news of the rocket. She spent the next six months in Duckburg settling things. She knew the two uncles where no longer on speaking terms and that Donald would be in need.

No one ever knew where Donald got money from every month. He thought it was from Scrooge and she let him. It didn't matter. She was playing the fairy godmother after all.

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