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Chapter Eleven

Negaduck and Quiverwing inched themselves closer to the encampment. Darkwing lifted his head ever so slightly and caught sight of the two. It was hard to conceal his joy…and his worry.

Why is he worried? Quiverwing wondered. She glanced at Negaduck, to see if he was wondering about this, but she noticed that he wasn't looking at Darkwing. His eyes were on a large, cloth bag in the center of the camp, alongside the fire.

"Your loot?" she inquired--somewhat scathingly. He must've noticed this tone in her voice.

"Yeah. What's with you, mini-wonder?" he asked.

Before Quiverwing could even think to reply, the wind around them kicked up. The bush they had crawled to was blown to pieces, and they were in the open. The two stood up quickly and readied themselves for an attack.

"Welcome, my esteemed guests. Please, calm yourselves. Welcome to the home of the Passerby," drawled a familiar voice. But this time, it was more than a voice.

The Passerby materialized, for the first time, in front of Quiverwing and Negaduck. The two took in the green and black spandex clad duck with wonder. Negaduck was the first to react with a snort of laughter. Quiverwing was the first to speak. She pulled from her quiver a regular arrow and said, "Alright, limeade, I want my father, and I want him now!"

"I am not a lime!" the Passerby screeched at her.

"The same goes for my loot! I stole it first!" Negaduck said, pulling a handheld chainsaw from his jacket.

The Passerby seemed to grin at him. Suddenly, Quiverwing felt the wind kick up again. She turned to Negaduck for backup in attacking the Passerby but found that he had disappeared…along with the Passerby. She lost no time. She rushed to Darkwing's side and began to undo his ropes.

"I'm here, Dad," she whispered to him.

"I know, Gos," he replied.

He looked tired, and a little beaten, but all in all, he was hurt none the worse. He was even able to stand after she undid all his ropes.

"Are you all right, Darkwing?" she asked him in a louder voice.

"Just fine. Where'd they go?"

Quiverwing glanced around and readied her arrow again. "I don't know."

As if in answer, the wind started up yet again and the two appeared in front of them. Negaduck seemed angry.

"Are you all right?" Quiverwing said, jogging closer to Negaduck.

"Yeah," he said as she neared him. "Just fine."

She saw his hand come up a bit too late, and her world went black.


Quiverwing awoke with her arms above her head and her feet not touching the ground. Somebody, she was vaguely aware, was trying to get her attention. Someone right beside her. Darkwing.

"Quiverwing! Wake up!" he said desperately. He was tied back in the way he had been when she had found him. She also realized that she was tied in the same way.

"What happened?" she asked. Then she remembered. "Negaduck!"

"That's right, snookers," said the Mallard Menace. "Me."

She glanced up. He stood before her, with the Passerby leaning nearby on a pole--smiling wickedly.

"Why?" she asked. "You…you saved me…twice. Why are you doing this?"

"Because, this fellow here has promised to triple what I had originally stolen if I joined him," he answered.


The Passerby spoke next.

"I took Negaduck with me into a time distortion and explained my power. I also showed him the loot I had taken from previous heists. Don't you see? All this, the kidnapping of Negaduck's loot, was to get him here. So I could talk to him."

"Then why take Darkwing?" she asked.

"That was because I had heard of you--the new hero, Darkwing's daughter. I wanted to see if you were any good. I guess not."

"Hey, I have a respect for the kid. Don't insult her," Negaduck said.

"Then let me go!"

Negaduck laughed. "No, sweetie, me liking you just means I'm gonna kill you first. That way, you don't have to watch dear ol' daddy die."

He produced a bigger chainsaw and started it up.

"No! Negaduck! Think about what you're doing! Don't do this!" Quiverwing shouted.

"Quiverwing!" Darkwing cried.

Suddenly, the chainsaw changed directions and cut down the wooden pole the Passerby was leaning on. It fell and pinned him to the ground. Negaduck quickly produced some rope and tied him up.

"What are you doing?!" the Passerby screeched.

"I don't need your help, and I don't want the competition. Besides, half is too much of my loot to give away!"

"You…I knew you couldn't do it!" Quiverwing squealed in delight.

"Don't flatter yourself, toots. I'll get to you in a sec!"

The wind started up again.

"Impossible! You, yourself, told me you couldn't use your powers when your hands were tied!" Negaduck shouted through the wind at the Passerby.

"Do I look like I'm going anywhere? It's not me!" he cried in protest.

The wind blew harder, and Negaduck was blown half the way across the encampment. Quiverwing and Darkwing glanced up as they saw a rope fall to the ground. The ThunderQuack was hovering overhead, and Honker slid down the rope. He cut Quiverwing's and Darkwing's bonds.

"Grab the Passerby!" Quiverwing instructed.

Darkwing did so, and Launchpad pulled them up.

"What about Negaduck?" Honker said.

Quiverwing looked over to Negaduck, who was slowly regaining his footing.

She narrowed her eyes in a glare, then turned back to Honker.

"Leave him," she said. The two grabbed a hold of the re-lowered rope and allowed Launchpad to pull them into the safety of the ThunderQuack.


Back safely in her home with her dad, Honker, and Launchpad, Gosalyn packed away her Quiverwing suit in a trunk in her room. There was a knock on the door.

"Come on," she said.

Her father--not Darkwing, but Drake once again--entered the room.

"Hey, kiddo," he said, "hanging up the superhero biz already?"

"No, just for now. It's a great adventure, but I've had too much this time. I'm taking a break," she replied.

"Well, I'm proud of you, Gos. Quiverwing did a fantastic job," Drake said, giving his daughter a playful noogie.

"But what about Negaduck?" she asked, pulling herself away.

"I'm sure he'll find his way out. He always does," Drake said.

"I know he will, we left him the map. That's not what I'm talking about. I thought that he'd changed, you know? After…"

"He'd saved you those times?"

"How did you know about that?"

"The Passerby told me."


"Listen, Gosalyn, you did good. All the way around. He would have even deceived me with that act. In fact, he did."

"No, he didn't."

"Yes, he did. After that second time, I had a thought that he might have changed."

"You doubted it though, right?"

Drake sighed. He wasn't going to lie to her. "Yes, I did."

"I didn't. He got me…real good."

"You're here now, with us, right?"

Drake pulled her into a hug.


"Well," he continued, "that's all that matters."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

End Notes: That's it. The end. Seeing as there wasn't much in the way of action, and the fact that I left ol' Negsy out in the woods, I'm probably going to do a sequel. Not for a while though. I want to finish some of my other fics first. I hoped you liked this. Please R & R! Thanks!