A/N: Ever wonder what might have happened if Lena hadn't let Scrooge walk away while she was trying to confess in the other bin? I do.

This started out focusing on Webby, then I realized I needed a second persepective because a fair amount goes on without Webby (especially later, when the ending ran away from me) so most chapters are divided between Webby and Dewey.

I started this months ago, so it's actually fully written! The first half should be decently edited by now. ;P

It had been a crazy day. Somehow, a failed attempt to sneak into Scrooge's room turned into discovering his "other bin" of endless possibilities and a sword horse.

Webby oh-so-wanted to keep exploring the other bin, but seeing Lena writhing on the ground and feeling her shake after rousing from the nightmare kind of ruined Webby's excitement. So, she didn't mind when Lena suggested leaving.

Scrooge wasn't too happy when they ran into him on their way back, but Webby thought his frown was a little proud. She and Lena had found and survived the other bin, even if they hadn't seen the dragon. Maybe he'd bring her back some other day.

She was busy mentally running through points to make to Scrooge -she wanted more information on the "other" things he kept down here, she could learn about these creatures in case she ever encountered one outside, there was a dragon- when she realized Lena wasn't following her and Scrooge.

"Mr. McDuck, there's something I need to tell you."

Scrooge paused. Webby ran to the next spiral of the staircase so she could look down. Lena was still on the floor, and had her fists clenched and brows drawn together.

"My aunt is ma-" Lena broke off with a shudder. Maybe it was the lighting, but Webby could have sworn a shadow flickered across her eyes. "My aunt is ma…"

Lena's arms clamped to her sides as she seemed to struggle to get her words out. But her beak moved silently.

"Yes, lass, jus'spit it out," Scrooge said.

Lena's face scrunched like she was in pain. "Ma-a…"

"Lena?" Webby leaned over the railing. "You okay?"

Lena put her hand in front of her mouth while she struggled to speak, like she was feeling for the words. Panic flared in her eyes as her voice turned into a choking sound. She grasped frantically at her throat, eyes widening.

"Lena!" Webby cried. She vaulted over the railing, landing on the floor in a crouch. "Lena, what's attacking you?"

"M-my au-au… aunt-t," Lena ground out.

Her aunt? Was her aunt some sort of invisible creature? No, Lena was a normal duck.

Lena fell to her knees, body jerking as she tried to suck in air. Without warning, Lena gagged. She coughed out a thick mess of black, then shakily lifted her head.

Black flecked her beak and her eyes were dark as she whispered weakly, "Help… me."

Lena's eyes rolled back, then she went limp. Webby jumped forward, catching and supporting her friend. Though, considering Lena was twice her size, Webby found herself quickly losing her grip.

Scrooge suddenly swept Lena into his arms. Webby bounced up, worriedly eyeing Lena's limp frame as the pair made their way toward the stairs.

"Let's get'er tah bed, Webby," Scrooge said. Halfway up the steps, Scrooge said, "Webbigail." Webby looked back with wide eyes at the use of her full name. "Ah need yew tah tell me exactly what yew two touched down here."

"Just the sword horse and mystical dreamcatcher," Webby explained. "Why? Could they have made her sick?"

"Ah'm not sure, lass." Scrooge paused. When Webby looked up, he was frowning over his shoulder. "But somethin' has ah hold on yer friend."

The boys were looking for Uncle Scrooge when they ran into Webby. Literally.

Dewey bounced off the wall, but stayed on his feet. Huey -still raw from running off Tenderfeet- fell flat on his back and stared at the ceiling with a broken expression in his eyes. Louie, holding a can of Pep at the back of the group, avoided most of the collision.

"Alright, what's chasing you?" Louie asked blandly. "Do I need the flame resistant vest or a helmet? Or both?"

Dewey turned and attempted to pull Huey to his feet. He glanced up while Webby struggled to answer Louie's question and was surprised by her terrified expression. He promptly dropped his older sibling and went to Webby.

"Webby, what's wrong?"

Webby shook herself. Dewey frowned. She'd faced ghosts, mummies, and evil agents from her granny's past. What could have her so rattled?

"Webby?" Dewey said, touching her arm.

Webby blinked. "Have you seen Granny?" she asked, a bit shakily.

"She's in the kitchen," Louie said.

Webby nodded curtly, then darted past the boys without explaining. Dewey hesitated for a split-second, then he and his brothers ran after her. They raced through the halls, down the steps, and burst into the kitchen.

"Granny!" Webby yelled.

Mrs. Beakly spun, one hand coming up defensively while the other wielded a spatula in the fierce way only she could pull off. Her eyes scanned the room, then she relaxed.

"Webby, what-"

Webby rushed across the room and tightly hugged her legs, startling Mrs. Beakly into silence. The housekeeper glanced at the boys. Huey shrugged.

Dewey peered closer at Webby. His beak dropped open. Was Webby shaking?

"Webby, what's wrong?" Granny asked. "Are you hurt?"

Webby shook her head and stepped back, pulling on Granny's hand. "Scrooge needs you in my room. Lena's sick!"

"Sick?" Granny repeated.

"I-I think so?" Webby shook with uncertainty. "She was just fine, but then she started choking, then she threw up and fainted, and, and- come on!"

Webby tugged Mrs. Beakly out of the kitchen. This time, Dewey didn't even hesitate. He ran after the pair, arriving at the doorway at the same time as them.

Lena was laying on a makeshift bed of sleeping bags. Two thick blankets were covering her, but Lena was shivering hard. Uncle Scrooge stood over her, expression distracted.

"What happened?" Huey asked.

Webby shrugged helplessly. "We only touched the sword horse and dreamcatcher, I promise!"

Dewey blinked. Where in the world would Webby have found a unicorn?

"Ah ken, ah ken, lass," Scrooge said. "There's few objects in the other bin that could cause… this."

"Wait, 'other bin'?" Louie repeated.

"Full'o curses and other ne'er-do-wells," Scrooge responded.

"Oh."

"What exactly is 'this'?" Granny asked.

Scrooge glanced at Webby. "Kids, wait in the hall."

"But-"

Lena's gag cut off Webby's protest.

"Beakly, help me-" Scrooge started.

Lena jerked upright. Her eyes shot open, revealing grey sclera. She twisted to the side and threw up on the sleeping bags.

Scrooge gave a groan as he grabbed Lena when she went limp again. "Beakly, ah suggest burnin' those bags. Webby, help me, lass."

Webby scurried to help Uncle Scrooge move Lena. Dewey and Louie dragged an uncontaminated blanket into another nest, but Huey was staring at the spot on which Lena had thrown up.

"Uncle Scrooge? What is that?" Huey asked.

"Don't touch it!" Scrooge admonished. "Beakly, keep an eye on Lena, ah need tah check somethin'."

"Uh, Mrs. Beakly?" Huey said hesitantly, making everyone look up. He was staring at the sleeping bags. "It disappeared."

"What disappeared?" Mrs. Beakly asked.

Uncle Scrooge paused at the door and sighed. "Shadows, Mrs. Beakly. Lena's throwin' up shadows."

A/N: What do you think of Scrooge's accent? It's my first attempt at writing such a thick accent. It took a lot of listening to episodes and several comics to get it this far. XD