Author's Note: Sorry not sorry for the epilogue ending as it has.

"You know, I could use someone to fly the Thunderquack," Darkwing said casually. He, Launchpad, and Gosalyn were sitting around a diner table while they waited for their food. Mrs. Beakley had finally gotten sick of Launchpad's fawning and Darkwing's ego and told them politely but in no uncertain terms that she wanted them out. Gosalyn sipped at her milkshake and stared at the two men. Launchpad was definitely something.

What that something was, she wasn't sure yet.

"I'll do it! I'll do it for free! I'll do anything you want me to do!" Launchpad said and Darkwing gawked.

"I...I was going to pay you…" Darkwing faltered, glancing at his daughter. "And don't you already have a job? With Scrooge McDuck?"

"I can do both," Launchpad reassured him. "I'm pretty sure I can do both. I mean, I'm always on call for Mr. McDee, but I'll think of something. I can't miss my opportunity to fly my hero around."

"Yeah, the hero worship is kinda weird," Darkwing admitted. "It was cute for the first hour or so, but now I'm wondering what's going on in that head."

"Not an awful lot," Launchpad confirmed, smirking. He was brimming over with enthusiasm, the notion of helping his beloved superhero making him twitchy. Gosalyn poked at him and he startled. She snorted.

"It's just Dad," she said, rolling her eyes. "Jeez. He's not even that great a superhero."

"Thanks a lot, Gos," Darkwing muttered. He studied Launchpad, who studied him in turn. Gosalyn facepalmed.

"He's the best superhero," Launchpad argued. "I meant what I said. I'll fly the Thunderquack for you. I'll even try not to crash it...too often."

Darkwing grimaced. "That's not encouraging."

"I'm top of my class when it comes to crashing," he replied. "The instructor said they'd never seen anyone like me before."

"And that's a good thing?" Darkwing replied, bemused.

"I dunno. I guess so?" Launchpad said. The waitress brought their food and he poured ketchup on the side for dip for his fries. Gosalyn tackled her burger; Darkwing Duck hadn't touched his food yet. He was still eying Launchpad like he was a wild beast he shouldn't have let into the house.

"You definitely won't find a more loyal pilot," Launchpad promised him.

Darkwing mulled this over, sipping his cola. "I can't afford to pay you very much. And if you crash the Thunderquack, you're going to have to be the one to fix it. I can't buy a new one."

"I can fix things," he promised. "I fix almost everything I've ever crashed."

Darkwing grimaced, not sure how to handle that. He glanced at Gosalyn, who shrugged. Launchpad was so desperate for this job that he was practically brimming with excitement. She'd hate to be the one to shut him down.

"On a provisional basis," Darkwing said after a minute mulling it over. "And we can work out the pay scale later."

"Agreed," Launchpad said and then grimaced. "It has to be better than what Mr. McDee is giving me."

"You don't really expect me to compete with a billionaire, do you?" Darkwing asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Considering all the times I've crashed, I owe him money now," he said, chagrined. "But don't worry. I promise I'm totally reliable."

Darkwing facepalmed. "What did I just get myself into…"

"Hey, service with a smile," Launchpad promised him and Darkwing just groaned, his head hitting the table.

"Don't talk to me," Darkwing Duck said. "I need to think about what I've done."

Della wasn't as talkative about her adventures as Webby might've thought. Then again, being marooned on the moon for over a decade had probably stilled the impulse to brag. Huey and Louie blamed Della's disappearance on herself, which was going to lead to some awkward conversations later. Dewey was avoiding the whole scene and trying to get Webby to open up.

Webby had taken the picture from the gala and was staring at it, specifically at Steelbeak and Wren. Dewey put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said gently. He sat beside her; they were flying back to Earth, which would take a few hours. Twelve, to be exact.

"Hi," she said quietly. "I can't believe, after all of that, that I ever wanted to know who my father was in the first place. He's such an awful person."

"You couldn't help that," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "Besides, you know what they say."

"Curiosity killed the cat," she said dully.

"But satisfaction brought it back," he continued and she looked up. His smile was endearing and made her discomfort a modicum less. She still very much wanted to return to Earth and talk to Lena about all of this, but she wouldn't be able to do that for another half a day, at least. And Della was far too nervous to pilot the ship herself, which had led to some negotiation.

"So your parents weren't the best people," Dewey continued, shooting a glance at his mother with his brothers, Donald, and Scrooge.

"At least you're here, right? And you're happy to be here and alive," he said and nudged her. "Even if it didn't work out the way you'd hoped, you have a family and friends. Yeah, you got hurt, but...so did we when we went to look for Mom. At least you know better now, I guess?"

She nodded, glancing down at the picture again.

"And hey," he said. "We can always share Mom."

Webby's beak quirked. "Aren't you going to have enough trouble with her not being able to tell the three of you apart?"

"We'll work on that," he said. Webby frowned, noticing that when someone moved the wrong way or too quickly, Della startled. Maybe she wasn't used to that many people crowding her and needed to relearn how to deal with crowds. Webby felt a little sorry for her. But only a little.

"Can I join in on that girls' night thing when we get home? Or is that a you and Lena thing?" he asked.

"Me and Lena," she said. "Sorry."

"If you ever wanted to do anything alone, I mean, not like a date date...or a date...or...I'm gonna stop talking now."

She smiled at him. "You're sweet."

"Yeah, okay, but…" he faltered, uncertain where to go from there. "Does 'sweet' get me brownie points?"

"We'll see," she answered and stared over at Della and Donald. She wished she had a sibling. Then again, if it had been a full-blooded sibling, perhaps it was better that she didn't. Her shoulders sank and the smile evaporated. This trip was going to take forever.

"You know when adults say that, it usually means 'no'," Dewey pointed out.

"Yeah, it gets you brownie points," she said and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

"Do you wanna be left alone for a while?" he asked and, grateful, she nodded. He moved back toward his family and she curled up, hugging her knees. She was as alone as she could get, considering how packed the ship was. It was amazing there was room to sit-this had been a rush job, as the board wasn't acquiescing to much these days and Scrooge was afraid they'd have rescinded their offer.

She stared at the picture again. You couldn't pick your relatives, sometimes, but you could pick your family. And maybe, without even thinking about it, she'd chosen right.

"Lena!" Webby cried, bowling her best friend over with a hug that sent both of them crashing into the sofa.

"Okay, okay, I get it, you're happy to see me," Lena said but she hugged Webby tightly back. "What's up?"

"Movie time," she said and, seeing as no one had followed her and she no longer had to maintain a pretense, she stepped back slightly. "And girl talk."

"Is it about Dewey?" Lena asked and her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Because I think he has a crush on you."

"Wait, what?" she said. "No way. And it wasn't about that. It was about my parents."

"I was wondering when you were going to get to that," Lena said. "Well, your grandmother made us popcorn and put aside some Pep. She said if you wanted to talk to her later, she'd be all ears."

"Maybe," Webby said and the two girls sat on the couch. Although Webby had partially released Lena, she hadn't completely let her go. She didn't want to. The tingling sensations were entirely welcome after the day she'd had and besides, she just wanted to feel safe and wanted.

Lena rested her head against Webby's.

"You know…" Lena suggested, "we could always skip the movie and just talk."

Or kiss. Webby had just enough self-control to clamp her beak shut on that suggestion. However, judging by the look Lena was giving her, as well as her eyebrows practically climbing into her hairline, she might've already said it. Oops.

"Calm down, pink," Lena advised and smirked back. "You're getting ahead of yourself here."

"Sorry, sorry," she said. "I didn't sleep much on the trip back and I've been kinda edgy with Steelbeak and my mom and-"

Lena put a finger against her beak. "I get it. Take a deep breath. We'll watch a movie and then we can talk. I dunno about the kissing."

Yet there was a gleam in her eyes that suggested otherwise. Webby perked up and Lena grinned.

"As long as we don't have any interruptions like we did the last time we had a sleepover, we should be okay," Lena said and then snorted. "At least we don't need to worry about a money shark in the bin trying to find Scrooge's number one dime."

"Yeah, heh. Are you okay?"

"Me? Other than jumping at shadows and thinking Magica's about to taunt me at least six times a day, I'm great," she said. "Oh, and the whole tripping while walking on level surfaces thing. I'm glad Minima didn't give me a shadow-that would've made things worse."

"Do you wanna talk?" Webby asked.

"Maybe," Lena said noncommittally. She wrapped an arm about Webby's waist. "As long as you don't fall asleep during the movie."

"I'm not gonna fall asleep!" Webby protested.

Five minutes later, she broke that promise and the last thing she heard was Lena chuckling.

Lena curled up around Webby. She felt safe and secure too. Magica wasn't getting into the mansion, she was comfortable next to her best friend, and nothing bad was going to happen. She could get used to this. Well, maybe not Webby falling asleep on her, although she didn't have the heart to budge her from her position curled up in Lena's lap. It made Lena's heart flutter too, even if she wouldn't admit that to her.

"Sweet dreams, Webs," Lena said, stroking Webby's hair. "You definitely deserve them."