Duckshots!

Little Steps! (Scrooge x OC)

2017 Ducktales
Pre-Cannon
Scrooge x OC
Establish Relationship

Despite the darkness, I could tell his office was a mess. Mugs of half drank tea decorated his desk and empty food container were thrown around the room haphazardly. The sight made me angry. He was better than this. Yet, it had broken me too when I heard the news. Only I had disappeared into the wild and treasure hunting. He had a disappeared in his mansion and himself.

He was slumped in the chair. I could tell he had just fallen asleep because he was still clinging to a fork with a piece of mystery meat stabbed at the one end. I wanted to pick him up and shake some sense into him right then, but I couldn't. I needed to inspect the rest of the damage.

The study was clean, though the food and dish trail continued in his bedroom. His bed was a mess, and the floor wasn't much better. I sighed and pulled the sheets off his bed. I tugged them downstairs and threw them in the wash.

The kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes. I cleaned them first. It was the easiest way to start this major overhaul. Once I finished, I turned on some food. Proper food. Not greasy three minute food that wasn't worth the money you spent on it.

I went back upstairs and carefully lifted Scrooge from the chair. I placed him in the tub and he didn't wake up. I retrieved some clothes and put them on the sink. I took a deep breath and faced the sleeping man in the tub. I convinced myself it was for his own good, and it wasn't as hard as it should've been.

I threw on the cold water and watched him sputter into consciousness. He flung himself on the far side tub away from the stream water. He waited until he was sure he wasn't having a heart attack to look around.

"Sylvia!" he hissed.

"Take a shower," I said, before spinning on my heel.

I stood outside the door and waited to make sure he didn't just turn off the water. He didn't which relieved me and I could hear his mild cursing, which was a good indication that he was taking my advice.

I took to cleaning up his room. I took some garbage down and threw it out. I put the sheets in the dryer and finished the food. I carried everything upstairs. I put the sheets on the bed and vacuumed. The room looked brand new after I finished.

I contemplated going back in the bathroom because he had been in there a while. While it might've been expected of me, neither of us needed it. Still the minutes ticked by and my concern grew. Before I could decide he walked out with a towel still on his head and looked around.

"Sylvi, you didn't have," I cut him off.

"I have some food ready downstairs if want to join me." He looked like he might cry. I crossed the floor and pulled the towel off his head. "We don't have to."

"It's not that," he said.

"Yea, I know." I pulled him behind me.

He clung to my hand like didn't think I was real and I might disappear. He only let go so I could make us a plate. We stood around the kitchen island to eat.

"What have ya been up to?" He broke the silence.

"I've been visiting the Yucatoucan. Didn't find much." He looked surprised. I never came back without some kind of treasure; a new claim; something I could sell to a museum or a black market dealer. I wasn't picky when it came down to it. "Wasn't looking for anything, to be honest."

"Then why come back?"

I could tell he was asking if I came back for him. Honestly, a little and a lot for me, but I knew he didn't want the pity but wouldn't believe anything else, anyway.