Dewey made it in record time before the rain hit. He dug into his shirt for the key and jammed it into the doorknob, then froze when the electric scan sized him up and down before letting the door pull the rest of the way open.
"Scan complete. Welcome, Dewey Duck." A female computer voice said.
Dewey edged his way in and made his way around the familiar looking building until he found the sofa and gently laid the sleeping Webby across it.
He stood back and stared down Webby sadly. He hated that he had to poison her. Hated that she had to go through this yet again, trusting someone, then having that trust broken.
He silently promised her that he'd make it up to her, if he ever got out of this mess he gotten himself into.
He was just pondering on what to do next when a crash behind him made him jump and do a defensive poise as he whirled around.
His heart pounded hard against his chest ready to defend Webby. For some reason, he had a bad feeling that it would have been Agent Toxic. Making good on his agenda with him as his pawn when a big, and rather buff figure tackled him to the ground.
"Dewey!" Gushed Launchpad as he wrapped him in a head lock and started ruffling the feathers roughly. "Who's my favorite McDuck?" Launchpad cooed.
"I'm not a child, Launchpad. Get off." Dewey grumbled.
He so wasn't in the mood for this.
"So? Just answer the question. I haven't seen you in seven years dude. Not nice. The least you can do is answer my question." Launchpad teased as he started to tickle him in his ribs.
Even after his beating from the other night, he winced as his cheeks turning red with embarrassment when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Drake Mallard in the doorway leaning up against it, his arms crossed, and glaring at him.
Deep down he knew Launchpad was just showing how much he missed his best friend, he did leave without warning, and hadn't bothered to even send him a word on how he was doing. It must have hurt him deep down, and wondered how Launchpad handled not knowing.
Different this his brothers. His Mom, and Webby did and his stomach knotted in pain with guilt.
He finally gave in, and stopped struggling before he grumbled out a simple 'me,' in which Launchpad finally let go.
"Must you still act like a child." Dewey snapped, as he got up and dusted himself off. "How old are you? Forty now?" He asked.
"Rather him be a child," Drake said, as he strolled up to Dewey, he loomed over him narrowing his eyes, "instead of a criminal. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't haul you into S.H.U.S.H myself." He said.
He forced himself to straighten up, and stare back at him.
"Because," Dewey said, then heistated and looked over at Webby. Drake and Launchpad followed his gaze, Launchpad's eyes softened at the girl he hadn't see in a good while, not since Mrs. Beakly's funeral.
He had cut ties to the family after the accident that surrendered Scrooge's legs, it being his fault, and full of guilt he couldn't look any of them in the face ever again and resided in St. Canard with Drake Mallard not able to look either of them in the face again.
"I need to protect her." He said, finally. "Not a good enough reason, I know, but -."
"It's plenty good enough," Said a female voice from the doorway. Drake's eyes narrowed and Dewey leaned sideways to see behind Drake at the girl duck in a green leather jack and red feathers.
"Hey, Gos." Dewey said, beaming at her.
"Dewey. It's been awhile." Gosalyn said, giving him a warm smile and walking up to them.
"Mind if I crash here for the night. Family is a bit, um..." Dewey's voice trailed off.
"Intense?" Gosalyn tried.
Dewey nodded.
"Practically kicked Webby out of the mansion cause' I showed up again and didn't say anything. Not to mention Huey and Louie are -." He stopped.
Gosalyn rolled her eyes but smiled and said,
"Sure, Dewey. Dad won't mind." She craned her neck to look at him. "Would you, Dad." She prompt him.
"And what, may I ask, young lady." Drake said, "Gave you the right to allow Dewey access to my base?" He snarled.
"I didn't just give Dewey access, I gave everyone access that helped me last time." Gosalyn replied.
Drake gaped at her.
"B,But my secret identity." He stammered.
"They all know who you are, Dad." Gosalyn pointed out, rolling her eyes. "Please, don't make this difficult. Or would you rather me not make dinner at all this week and you two suffer on take out again?" She asked, innocently.
Launchpad's eyes snapped back at Drake, in fear.
"No! Anything but take out!" Launchpad pleaded.
Drake groaned.
"Fine. He can stay, but just one night." Drake muttered, then looked back down at Webby. "She can stay as long as she wants." He added, his voice softened.
"Thanks." Dewey said, "Um. Can we talk somewhere, in private." Dewey whispered to Gosalyn as Launchpad looked over at them and raised an eyebrow to their whispering.
Gosalyn nodded and grabbed his hand.
"Launchpad, get Wild Card here a pillow and blanket would ya'?" Gosalyn said, "Dinner will be ready on time tonight." She added, seeing Launchpad about to protest, but clamped his mouth shut, then smiled before he quickly rushed off to get them.
"Come on." Gosalyn said, she pulled Dewey to the loaf of the penthouse which was her room, opened a mini fridge, then tossed Dewey a can of PEP before opening the sky line and dangled her webbed feet over the side of the building.
Dewey stared at her, then, followed suit and sat down next to her.
"So. Where have you been the last seven years?" Gosalyn asked, after a moment of silence.
"Here and There." Dewey muttered. "Not much of a conversation to start out with." He assured her when she raised an eyebrow.
"You have cuts, and bruises all over you, Dewey. Not to mention you look dead on your feet." Gosalyn pointed out. "Don't tell me there isn't nothing to talk about."
Dewey sighed.
He really did need someone to talk too. Gosalyn was willing to let him stay for the night, the least he could do was give her some answers that he wasn't willing to give him brothers.
"Fine. I'll tell you, but promise me something first." He said, as he popped open his can of PEP and took a sip of his soda. "Promise me you'll make Webby stay here once I'm gone, and keep her safe for me until I get back."
He held out his can to her, Gosalyn looked at it for a long moment, then smiled and clicked their cans together before she popped her's open.
"Promise." She said.
Dewey started to tell her everything that had happened since he gotten the mission to retrieve the journal. He couldn't help but think that last remark he made...
Until I get back...
Was far from what he had in mind.
He wasn't sure if he would get back to Webby. But he was sure that he was going to protect her. Even if it cost him his family, his future, and...
Himself.
YOU ARE READING
The Spy that Loves Me
ActionWhile Webby is a Spy for S.H.U.S.H and Dewey is an Agent of F.O.W.L each of them are assigned to take each other down, they fall in love. Can they keep their relationship a secret or risk being taken down by both organizations?