The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 10

Dewey felt a hand on his shoulder. He ignored the gentle squeeze it gave him and before he could stop himself his muscles tensed up and he grabbed the arm and made the body attached to it fly over his head and land in front of him with a heavy thud.

Sweat poured down Dewey's face and he panted hard as he glared down at the figure in front of him. Then seeing who it was he relaxed a bit and his glare turned into confusion.

"Aunt Goldie? What are you doing here?" He asked, still holding onto her arm.

"Apparently getting my butt handed to me by a sixteen-year-old." Goldie answered back. "Mind letting go of my arm before you break it, kid?" She grunted as she squirmed against his grip.

"Sorry." Dewey said in a small voice and quickly let go.

"Gotta hand it to Mrs. Beakly she taught you well." Goldie remarked.

Tears prickled the corner of Dewey's eyes again. Goldie noticed and her eyes widen at her mistake.

"Sorry, Dewey. I didn't think you knew yet." She told him gently.

Dewey wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and shooked his head.

"It's okay, Aunt Goldie." Dewey whispered. "Sorry I flipped you." He added.

"Yeah well, if I had been better prepared I wouldn't have been taken down easily." Goldie remarked.

"That a challenge?" Dewey asked with a smirk.

"Might be, kid." Goldie replied, smirking back. "Wanna stay with me a bit? We can spar like old times, and you could rest a bit. You look dead on your feet." She added.

Dewey sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.

"Scrooge tell you to look after me if you came across me. Didn't he?" Dewey asked.

Goldie smiled sheepishly at him confirming his own question.

"Look, I appreciate it, but I am kind of working so...." Dewey said.

He glanced down at the fax paper he handn't realized he had crumbled when he was clinching his hands into a fist earlier.

Damn you, Timothy. Dewey thought with a scowl.

"Well," Goldie said, coming up and snatching the papers out of his hands he opened his mouth to protest and snatch the paper back but Goldie merely prompt her elbow on top of his head and held it there for a bit as she scanned the pages.

Dewey struggled underneath her and wondered just how strong Goldie actually was and if she's just been going easy on him all these's years.

Finally after what seemed like forever Goldie removed her elbow and Dewey shot up and managed to snatch the pages back and scowled at her.

"What are you up to, Dewey?" She asked with suspicion in her voice.

"None of your business." Dewey snapped at her.

"Dewey," Golide scolded. "Anything that has to do with Scrooge is my business. Whole reason I married him." She added.

Dewey's eyes narrowed.

"Funny, thought you married him because you loved him." Dewey remarked.

"That too." Goldie said with a nod. "Come on, why not stay with me just for a day?" Goldie asked.

Dewey started to protest but Glodie linked an arm around her blue clad nephew and started dragging him off towards the opposite direction of where he had been heading.