A/N: "Sorry I haven't been around recently just got time to read it. Scrooge is not happy! Haha. Another good chapter. I'm really sorry but I only use discord. You should get it and join the Ducktales server! We should be close to 150 members now." - Lou

It's fine, take your time. This story's not going anywhere ha. But yes, Scrooge is definitely not happy about this haha.

I'll see what I can do. But 150 members? Jesus Christ okay maybe not the server XD I'm sorry, but I'm too shy and awkward and nervous for that. 6 people, I can do but over 10- Scratch that, over 50 people like that? Sorry but I'll have to skip out on that for right now. If I was awkward becoming friends with somebody, or at least starting to know them, then something like that would make it so much worse that it wouldn't even be funny. Again I apologize, I don't do well with so many people at once.

Huey had been looking around for an exit for hours, or at least it felt like it had been hours to him. He could've sworn he went this way and that way before. At this point, he was going to need a break.

He looked at Dewey, who fell asleep in his arms. He chuckled quietly. He didn't even realize he had been asleep until now.

It looked like he got a little too comfortable. It would explain why he didn't talk much after an hour.

Huey decided to let him sleep for now. Slowly and gently, Huey put Dewey down on the ground. He checked to see if he had any bandages on him before removing the ones Dewey had on. Dewey had those bandages on for a long while, so they needed to be changed.

Seeing that he had some, he took the old bandages off and put the new ones on. He discarded the old ones on the ground. He made sure they weren't on too tight or too loose. He also made sure Dewey didn't wake up from him doing so as well.

He would've done more than that, but all he had on him were bandages.

Huey sat down next to Dewey and sighed, hoping that their mom and uncle would find them soon.

'It's been awhile since I ate anything,' Huey thought. 'Hopefully there's enough left for me and Dewey...'

He went through the backpack to see what food he had with him. Inside were two apples, some chips, and one bottle of water. It was good enough to last them a few more hours before they had to get more food and water. If they don't drink too much water too fast, that is.

Getting more water wouldn't hurt though, would it? But then there was Dewey. Huey couldn't just leave him there while he got more, who knows what could happen. But he couldn't carry him the entire time either.

Huey decided to get more later; they had enough for right now. Feeling hungry, he grabbed one of the two apples that was there.

To make sure Dewey didn't wake up, he tried to eat as quietly as possible. After he was done eating, he put the backpack back on. He looked at Dewey and weakly smiled.

He looked so beautiful and sweet when he was asleep. Gently, Huey caressed Dewey's face. A tear started to form and fall down Dewey's cheek; he smiled right afterwards. From the looks of it, he was having a good dream.

Huey's smile became a frown, though. He understood why Dewey was so frustrated. They didn't want to hide their love, but they had to. It was forbidden. All they wanted was to love each other freely, and if they were to be open about it to their family... It definitely wouldn't end well.

He hoped Della and Scrooge didn't figure it out by now. If they did, well, he had Dewey to blame for on that one. Best case scenario, they'd be surprisingly okay with it. Worst-case scenario... Actually, he didn't want to think about that.

Scratch that, he didn't want to think about it anymore. Now was not the time. Once they got out of there, then he could think and worry all he wanted.

Getting out was much more important.

"Dew, get up." He said, tapping his shoulder.

Dewey woke up, stretching and yawning. "Are we still stuck in the caverns?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Unfortunately, yes." Huey responded flatly. He grabbed the chips out of the backpack and gave them to Dewey. "Eat some of this. I want to make sure you have something in your stomach before we start moving again."

Dewey opened the bag and started eating. A couple of chips in, Dewey opened his mouth. Before he could speak, however, Huey handed him the bottle that was in his backpack.

"It's the last water bottle, don't drink it all."

Dewey just nodded and continued to eat. He took a couple of sips of the water and gave it back to Huey.

As Huey was putting the water bottle back in his backpack, he felt Dewey's head lean on his shoulder.

Besides the sounds of munching on the chips, it was basically silent. Huey felt it was nice to relax with it being almost completely silent. He really needed a break from walking around so much and carrying Dewey for a long while.

"...Can we stay here for a few more minutes?" Dewey asked in between munching on the chips.

Huey thought about it for a moment. "No... We got to get back with mom and Uncle Scrooge."

Even though he couldn't see his face, he knew Dewey felt a bit upset. He didn't blame him for wanting to stay there longer. It was nice, quiet, and they were alone.

But he knew they couldn't stay there for long, who knows what could happen to them if they stood in one place.

He then told him, "When we get back home, though, we can do whatever you want."

"...Okay." He replied.

After eating about half of its contents, Dewey closed the bag and gave it to Huey.

Huey put a clip on the bag, put it away, and got up. He picked Dewey up and started walking.

Donald was pacing back and forth, worried about Huey, Dewey, Scrooge, and Della. He hoped that they were all okay. He tried not to bite his fingernails from how concerned he was. If anything had happened to his boys, he wouldn't know what he would do. Killing Scrooge for thinking it was such a good idea to bring the kids along might be one thing.

Launchpad was sitting in the pilot's seat, waiting for them to come back. He was worried as well, but he knew they were going to be okay, so he wasn't as worried as Donald. He turned on his phone every few minutes to see if he missed a text from Scrooge. No text from him just yet, it seemed.

Scrooge told Launchpad that if he found the kids, or any sign of them being alright, he would text him. Because of that, everybody had been waiting for him to say something.

He checked the phone battery; it was at seventy-nine percent. At least he didn't have to charge his phone just yet. He checked Louie's phone to see how charged it was, it being at thirteen percent so far.

The youngest of the triplets was looking outside, at the temple. Tapping the seat arm, he awaited them to come out. He felt they were taking way too long.

'Maybe they got lost?' Louie thought. 'Hopefully that's the case, nothing worse.'

Louie felt something touch his shoulder and turned around. That something was Webby's hand. She looked worried as well, but she was trying to have a positive look on her face.

"I'm sure they're gonna be fine, Louie." She reassured. Not just to comfort him, but herself as well.

He weakly smiled at her, appreciating the reassurance. Putting his hand on Webby's, he looked back at the temple.

"I hope so..." He said with a bit of sadness in his voice.

Webby averted her sight elsewhere. She wished to do more to comfort him, but she couldn't. Not right now at least. Reassuring him was the best she could do.

A phone went off and everybody looked in Launchpad's direction. He went to read the text and smiled.

"They're alive and okay!" He said, giving a thumbs up.

Donald gave a sigh of relief and sat down. Louie had a big smile on his face knowing they were alright. Without realizing it, he was holding Webby's hand a little tightly.

"Louie?" Webby said, letting him know about how tightly he was holding her hand.

She didn't mind it really, but she wondered if he knew.

He pulled his hand away from hers. "Sorry." Louie apologized.

"It's fine."

Apparently he didn't until she mentioned it. She crossed her legs and adverted her sight to Donald.

He was relaxed and glad that they were alive, but Donald was still worried about the possibility that they could get hurt on the way out.

"Hey, Launchpad, how charged is my phone?" Louie asked.

Donald looked at him. "Louie!"

"About fourteen percent!" Launchpad happily replied.

"Who leaves bandages lying around?" Della complained, looking at the old bandages she found. "I get it that they're old, but come on now at least keep it for later when you can find a trash can somewhere!"

"Della, focus!" Scrooge said, looking everywhere for the boys.

She just rolled her eyes. She could do both if she had to, but she decided to focus on the task at hand rather than talk. She put the bandages she found away in her pocket so she could properly throw them away later.

Della kept an eye out for anything and everything, big and small. The most unnoticeable detail could be useful. Most likely there wouldn't be anything that would be needed, but it was good to be observant about everything around her anyways.

She didn't like how quiet it was aside from the footsteps. It made her feel on edge, like if something was about to pop out and attack them.

Although she couldn't help but admire the view around her, the crystals on the walls were surely beautiful. It was great to see something so gorgeous after so long. She would feel better when she got back to the mansion, ate some food, and slept in a comfy bed that she could sink into. Knowing that she'd be back home soon made her feel happy and smile.

Della would be able to get to know her sons as well, now that she was back. There was lots and lots of catching up to do. Wanting to start a conversation, she began to speak.

"So, how's life back at that mansion of yours?" Della asked.

"It's been fine, lass." Scrooge replied, not looking at her when he did. "Yer sons have been enjoying themselves, yer brother and I have been making amends-"

"What do you mean?" She asked, cutting him off.

Scrooge stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the aviator. She stopped walking as well, waiting for an answer from the trillionaire in front of her. He took a few moments to think of how to respond.

"...Donald and I had a tad bit of bad blood. Ever since you were gone, we had not seen each other until several months ago." Scrooge explained, looking down at the ground.

"I see..." Della replied as she looked away to think about it.

Was her disappearance the reason why? It sounded like it to her. Even though they were good now, she felt like she was at fault here despite only protecting her family and the world.

If only she came back sooner.

Scrooge looked back at Della. Although he could only see a small part of her face, he could sense how upset she felt.

He put his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Della. It's not your fault."

Della looked over her shoulder to see his face. He had a small smile on his face to reassure her. Just seeing that alone made her feel better. She walked ahead of him and he followed.

"So I'm assuming they've been visiting you often now?"

"They're livin' with me, actually." Scrooge answered. "Donald's still living in the houseboat, which is in the pool now, while the lads have a room in the mansion."

Della smiled hearing that. "Well, it sounds like it's been pretty good."

"Aye, it has." He agreed.

The boys had found another dead end, which caused Huey to turn around and find another way to go. It was starting to annoy the both of them, finding nothing but dead ends.

Dewey went to unzip Huey's backpack.

"Dewey what are you doing?" Huey curiously asked.

He put his hand in to dig out the water bottle. "Getting something to drink."

The eldest stopped walking so Dewey could get it out.

"I could've stopped and get it out for you."

"Nah, I incest Hue." He said jokingly.

Hearing that pun made Huey groan in pain which made Dewey laugh.

Dewey wished he didn't make that stupid, horrible pun. Normally he had good jokes and puns up his sleeves, but when it came to them they were just terrible. Or at least to Huey they were awful, Louie seemed to enjoy them.

"Besides, I got it." Dewey insisted.

He got the water bottle out of the backpack and drank some of it.

While waiting for Dewey to finish, Huey looked around to see if there's somewhere they could explore or if there was an exit they missed. Of course, there was no exit that he can see.

Dewey put the bottle back in the backpack.

Huey looked at him. "You didn't drink it all did you?"

"Of course not, just a little less than half is in there, I think."

Huey sighed through his nose. At least there was still some water left. He started walking again, and hopefully they wouldn't come across another dead end.

Walking for a few minutes, the youngest of the two decided to try and break the ice.

"...Hue?" Dewey began as he moved his sight to a different direction.

"Hmm? Yeah?"

It took him a few seconds to respond, feeling hesitant to ask.

"...Should we tell them? About us?" He asked, looking at him in the eyes.

"What? No, Dewey, we shouldn't." Huey retorted.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't want to hide around our family anymore!" Dewey exclaimed. "It's driving me mad."

"I don't want to do so either, but we have to." Huey sternly said. "You think that's making you crazy? Try when they know about our relationship and we might not able to be together anymore."

"What if they're fine with it for whatever reason?"

"Maybe in our dreams, but not in reality!"

"Well sorry I even asked!" Dewey snapped as he crossed his arms and looked away.

Right then and there, it was just silence. Not a word came out of either one's mouths since Dewey snapped. It sucked for the both of them keeping this quiet, but what were they supposed to do?

They came across yet another dead end. Huey hoped that Della and Scrooge were doing a whole lot better finding an exit while searching for them. Maybe not, but it was a hope.

Huey put Dewford down on the ground and sat down next to him. Neither dared look at each other's face.

They both liked the thought of being around the house, freely loving each other. Or at least when Donald wasn't around to see it anyways.

Normally Huey wouldn't agree to doing something like this, but he couldn't help but give it a shot.

Huey then decided to break the silence. "I guess we could try at least. But if that fails, we're going to use the 'we used your toothbrush' excuse."

"Alright, cool." The end of Dewey's lips were curling up into a small smirk. It wasn't too noticeable for Huey, but it was there.

"And if this fails, we're never gonna try to do that again, got it?" Huey said strictly.

Dewey just nodded slowly. He would attempt to stand up once more, but he decided not to do so until they get back home.

Since they were not getting anywhere trying to find the exit out of the caverns, they decided to wait until Scrooge and Della found them. If they weren't able to find them in half an hour, they'd get moving once more.

Not too long after they sat down, they heard some laughter. Huey stood up, immediately hearing it. It sounded like the laughter that belonged to their mother. He went to check to see if they were there without going off too far from Dewey.

"Mom? Uncle Scrooge?" Huey called out.

After he called to them, the sound of footsteps grew louder and it sounded like they were running towards them. When he turned to the direction the sounds were coming from, the next thing he knew he was getting picked up by Della into a hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay...!" Della exclaimed in relief.

"Where's Dewey?"

Huey pointed to exactly where he was and Dewey waved at them. He would run up to them and hug them, but he hadn't forgotten the fact he couldn't walk just yet.

The old duck ran to his side. "Dewey, are you alright, lad?"

"Yeah, I just can't walk for awhile." He replied.

Scrooge shook his head in disappointment. He picked Dewey up slowly and carefully as to not hurt him accidentally.

Della stopped hugging Huey and walked up to Dewey and Scrooge.

"When we get home, you're staying in bed until your legs get better." Della ordered. "Your brothers and I will make sure of it. That also means no adventures for you for awhile!"

"Okay mom." Dewey replied.

He then looked at Huey, worried. The eldest triplet nodded as if to say "a-okay".

Both of them were afraid of telling Della and Scrooge. They felt their stomachs twist and turn in fear, but now was the time.

Dewey opened his mouth slightly and closed it before he could get a word out. Never had he thought it would be this scary. Sure, it'd be terrifying telling them in general, but this was scarier than he thought it was going to be.

"Uncle Scrooge, mom, we..." Huey began for Dewey. "We, uh, have something we need to say..."

They look at Huey, who was extremely nervous. Scrooge was tapping his arm impatiently while Della gestured for him to continue.

"It's uh, well..."

Before he could say anything else, Della put her finger up, looking around. She tried to identify where the sound was coming from.

"Did you hear that?" Della asked.

Everyone looked at each other and then back at Della, shaking their heads. Della knew what she heard, and it wasn't good.

She saw some pebbles fall down from the ceiling above.

"We need to get out of here, right now." She said. "If we don't we're going to die. The caverns are about to collapse."

"Are you sure, lass?" Scrooge asked, concerned. "It can't be coming apart now."

She nodded as she walked to the walls to see if there was a secret exit somewhere. Everyone stood close to her as she did so.

There were more sounds from the caverns, which made Della feel more anxious. Sweat was pouring down her face. While she was moving her hand, she felt a hole in between the rocks with her fingers. She removed the fingers to see a beam of light shining through.

The cave was finally starting to collapse; a big stalagmite fell from the ceiling.

Della took a step back and kicked the wall to make an exit. As soon as they could get out, everybody ran out as fast as they could. The pathway they took was covered in rocks.

Della looked at her uncle and sons. "Is everybody alright?"

"Aye lass." Scrooge replied.

The boys nodded as a response.

They all walked back to the plane, where everyone was happy to see them good and alive. The moment Donald saw Huey and Dewey, he hugged them tightly and they hugged back.

A couple of tears of joy slid down Donald's face.

After he was done hugging them, Webby and Louie went to hug them as well. They helped Dewey get on a seat and helped him feel comfortable. Huey sat next to him and held his hand.

Everyone buckled up and Launchpad took off.

Donald looked at Dewey, who was sitting behind him.

"Dewey," Donald started. "You're grounded for a week for sneaking out and coming along with an injured leg."

All that Dewey did was look down and nod. Scrooge leaned forward to see the boys across the room.

"So lads, what were you gonna tell us?" Scrooge asked curiously.

"Uhhh well..." Huey began.

"We kind of used your toothbrush, Uncle Scrooge!" Dewey blurted out, stepping in for Huey.

"You WHAT?!" Scrooge exclaimed in disgust.

Della just shook her head, feeling disappointed; her face was in her hands. Donald sadly sighed.

'They're never going to come out with it, are they?' She thought.

Ten hours later...

They were about to be home, finally.

Almost everyone was asleep; the only ones that were awake were Della and Launchpad. Della was staring at Huey and Dewey sleeping peacefully. Dewey was asleep on Huey's arm and shoulder. It looked like they were having good dreams, based on the smiles on their faces.

Seeing that made her feel happy. Already she felt at home.

Scrooge woke up, yawning and stretching. He looked to his side to see Della looking at the kids sleeping. It felt great to have her back with them after all of these years. It was almost surreal to have her here now.

Della looked at him, noticing he was awake. "Slept well, Uncle?" She quietly asked.

He nodded. "How are the lads?"

"Good it seems."

Scrooge smiled hearing that. They all were tossed forwards all of a sudden, which woke Huey and Webby up. The eldest triplet put his arm in front of Dewey, who was still asleep. Della was holding onto her seat for dear life.

It was bumpy, but they landed safely and nobody was hurt.

"And you still keep this pilot around?!" Della said, scared from the turbulence.

"...There were times I wan'ed to fire him." Scrooge replied. "But he's cheap."

"But it would be nicer to have a pilot that doesn't crash and scare the living hell out of you."

"And chauffeur." He added.

She sighed. "You're the richest duck in the world, and this was all you could get? Nothing safer for my kids to be on?"

Scrooge just shrugged at the question.

Launchpad looked over his shoulder to look at Scrooge.

"We're back at the mansion, sir!"

"Yeah, I can see that..." He said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Scrooge got out of his seat and went to wake everyone who was still sleeping. Huey woke Dewey up gently, and he stretched almost immediately after waking up. They unbuckled their seatbelts. Huey got up, and picked Dewey up from his seat.

Everyone but Launchpad exited the plane.

When Webby and Louie came out, Webby gave Louie a peck on the cheek and ran off into the mansion. It caught Louie off guard; He paused to process what just happened. His face was as red as Huey's clothes.

Della had a huge smile on her face. "So she is your girlfriend-"

"Mom no!" Louie cut her off in embarrassment.

Della and the kids laughed, seeing how embarrassed he was.

Louie ran after her yelling "Wait, Webby!"

Donald walked off to the mansion very tiredly. It looked like he didn't have enough sleep there. After the laughter died down, Della cleared her throat.

"Well kids, you can go join your brother." She said. "Your uncle and I will be there in a few minutes."

Huey and Dewey nodded and ran off to the mansion.

Launchpad was getting the plane ready to fly off again.

"Where are ye goin', Launchpad?" Scrooge asked confused.

"Going back to Saint Canard for the weekend to be with my husband and daughter." Launchpad answered.

"Since when did ye get married? And adopt?"

"Nearly a year ago. Although he had Gosalyn long before I married him. He adopted her after we had met actually."

"Why wasn' I invited to the wedding?"

"You were, but you never came."

Scrooge looked elsewhere and tried to remember if he actually did get any invitations. If he did, he might've accidentally thrown it away.

He looked back at him. "Well, uh, have fun over there."

"I will, Mr. McDee!" He happily said.

Della waved goodbye to Launchpad as the plane took off. Scrooge held onto his hat so it didn't fly off. Scrooge looked off at the building behind them.

She looked at him. "You're thinking about them, aren't you?"

He nodded without looking at her. "Aye lassie. I'm gonna be keepin' my eyes on them for awhile."

"Scrooge, you don't have to."

"But what if they are in a relationship, Della?"

"Then we just let them do whatever." She replied rather harshly, although it most likely wasn't intentional.

Before Scrooge could even speak a word, Della speed walked to the mansion. He sighed; looks like he'd have to continue this some other time.

She opened the door to see how the inside looked. It sure was a sight for sore eyes for her. It was also great to see another familiar face, which was Beakley.

"Hello, dear old friend."

Hearing Della's voice nearly made Beakley jump. She quickly turned around to see Della's face and tears could be seen forming in her eyes.

"Della, is that really you?" Beakley asked, sounding like she wanted to cry.

Della nodded, ran up to her, and hugged Beakley who gladly returned the hug. This was a pleasant surprise for Beakley, as it had been years since she'd seen her last.

It felt great to be back home. Comfy bed, delicious food, her family, everything she could ever have once more. It would take time for them all, but it was good to have her back.

A/N: OKAY I got this done. It was great having to write this, I'm pretty proud of this actually, and it's the first fanfic I've ever finished so I'm happy with that. I would like to thank everyone who read this and liked it actually. I never thought anybody would read this really, let alone say anything positive, but thank you everyone who did from start to end.

If you want more of this, then don't worry I'm making a sequel. Or I at least plan to do so ha. It won't come right away, since there are other things I want to do first like draw scenes from this, which would probably be my personal favorite parts.

But again, thank you everybody for reading this.