Duckshots!

Across the Universes! (Scrooge x Nega-Goldie)

2017 Ducktales - mid season 3ish
Nega-Goldie x Scrooge
Goldie x Scrooge

A/N: Òr is gold/treasure in Scottish. Muñeca is doll in Spanish.
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Scrooge stretched awake and bumped into someone. He paused. No one should've been in his bed. Unless one of the kids had a nightmare and didn't wake him up. Though he was a light sleeper and normally something like that woke him up. Also this person seemed to be bigger than one of the kids. He finally opened his eyes and faced them. It was surprising to see the golden head woman, even more so to her snuggle closer to him. He froze.

"Goldie?" he whispered.

If this was a dream he didn't want to ruin it. If it was real he was positive he already had. They hadn't been this close in years, let alone shared a bed. She must've done something terrible to end up here. It had happened a few times. She would need help, and this was the most reliable way to make that happen.

"Morning, Sweetie," she yawned. Her face looked younger somehow, but her body was covered in scars.

"What happened?" He touched her arm, and he felt her tense, but she didn't pull away.

"Is something wrong?" She looked down at the spot he had touched but didn't act like there was a problem.

"No, but um, why are you here?" he asked. It was a simple question, but she seemed confused by it.

"Where else would I be?" she scoffed, but he could see she was holding back.

Something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it. Goldie would never hold her tongue. He should've been insulted and cursed out of his own home by now.

"Why are you so quiet?" she asked.

"I'm thinking." It wasn't a lie, but it bought him some time.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked as she leaned closer to him. Her lips brushed his forehead like his mother used to do when he was sick, but he still blushed at the feeling. She pulled away. "You're not warm."

"I'm fit as a fiddle," he grumbled.

She back off him slightly with that. He made his way to the edge of the bed and to the closet. Goldie walked to a door in the room that he had never seen.

"I didn't mean, I just know you have that big press release tonight and I wouldn't want you sick for it," Goldie stuttered. Goldie didn't stutter unless she was mad and even then she could spit with the best. She pulled out a dress from what he assumed was a second closet. The dress was light green and dazzling. He turned to look at her. "I just over heard you talking to Gladstone yesterday when he was leaving."

He grunted at the mention of his nephew but smiled because eavesdropping was very Goldie like.

"Is everything prepared for today?" he asked a safe question as he looked through the clothes. Everything was green with gold trim. A tad on the beak for him.

"Yes! Owlson set everything up," she sounded timed.

"Good," he hummed.

He found an outfit that wasn't awful and pulled it on. Goldie was changed and almost seemed to wait on him.

"Breakfast, òr?" He offered an arm.

The nickname was second nature. She looked confused for a second, but didn't correct him and smiled. She took his arm and they walked to the kitchen. He still wasn't convinced this wasn't a dream. He noted the minor differences. Treasures that should or shouldn't be hanging from the walls. Doors and hallways that seemed to have disappeared and new ones.