Chapter One

The only thing that kept Della in her seat as the Spear of Selene landed, a lot more roughly than she would have wanted, but hey, she didn't crash, so that was a plus. However, she did wack her head on the control panel as it came to a halt.

She rubbed her head, yep, she was going to have a nice sized goose egg where her head hit. Now the question was had she made it? Was she near Duckberg? It would be just her luck to land on the other side of earth.

She undid her seatbelt, the only way to know where on Earth she was, was to get out of the Spear and look around for herself, she had been to every corner of the world with her twin brother Donald and their Uncle Scrooge. She would know right off the bat where she was once she was outside.

She stood up, or at least she tried, her leg, or more accurately the remains of her leg, throbbed in pain as she tried to put weight on it. She groaned, Earth's gravity was six times that of the moon, and even though she had lost a lot of weight, obvious by the way her clothes hung from her shoulders, her leg wasn't use to having to hold this much weight.

Tears threatened to spill, but Della kept them at bay with a vengeance, she wasn't going to cry, she was not a crier, but to get this far, to almost get home, to meet her boys finally, only to be stopped because she couldn't put weight on her bad leg. It was heartbreaking, had someone saw her land then she could get help quickly, but if nobody did, then who knew when help would arrive.

The sudden sound of a voice in the distance caused her to stop, swip once at her eyes and listen, someone was coming. She felt her breath catch in her throat as the voice got closer, she couldn't understand what it was saying, but then again, with Donald Duck sometimes you could be beak to beak with him and still not understand a word. It was her brother.

"Donald!" she called out, surprised to hear her voice cracking with emotion, "Donald!" she was going to keep calling his name until she could understand what he was saying or saw him for herself.

"Della!" Donald's voice called out again, closer this time, full of hope, "Della where are you?"

Della felt tears leaked down her face, she was home, that was the only explanation she could think of why Donald had been the one to find her so quickly after she had landed, "Donald," she said again, as if afraid that if she said anything else she would wake up and discover it was all a dream.

Then a burst of fresh earth air, wonderful air tumbled into the spear as the door opened, and there surrounded by light like some kind of angel, was her brother.

"Della!" Donald cried out, at least that was what Della thought he said, his voice was so choked with emotions that he was harder to understand than normal. Or maybe ten years away had made her forget how to understand her twin brother, which was really sad, most of the time she was the one who could understand him, no matter what.

"I hurt my leg," Della called out, "I need help getting out."

Donald quickly clambered down the ladder, coming to a stop in front of Della, stared at her for a second, then threw his arms around her, "I've missed you," he said checking her up and down taking in her appearance. Her clothes were shredded and clung loosely to her body, he traveled downwards to her legs, to check to see how bad it was injured.

He gasped as he saw the metal leg, "What happened?"

"Lost it," Della said softly, "When I crash landed."

It took about ten minutes for Donald to help Della up and out of the Spear and another twenty minutes for the two of them to hobble, Della leaning heavily on Donald, over to the bench at the bus stop that Donald had been sitting at when Della had landed.

Donald lowered Della onto the bench and looked up at the long windy drive that lead to the Manor, there was no way that the two of them could make it all the way to the top with Della's bad leg and Donald's suitcase, which was sitting next to the bench were he had left it when he saw the Spear of Selene land.

He pulled out his cell phone and wondered who to ask to come pick them up. He wasn't sure if Della was ready to face her past. Oh, Uncle Scrooge and he might not have talked about it, but they knew that Della had a reason, other than impatience, to take the Spear of Selene. That the note that Webby and Dewey had found had been written hastily, and did not contain the whole truth.

"I'm sorry I left," Della muttered, "I honestly wasn't thinking straight," she sighed, "I was young and foolish and I thought I was ready to settle down, but I wasn't. I was addicted to adventuring, and Zephyr knew that, he was just as addicted as I was, the places we were planning to take the boys when they were older," she brushed tears away from her cheeks, "Then I got that phone call that changed everything, I knew that once the boys hatched, my adventures would be over. Adventuring wouldn't pay the bills and I had to consider the boys.

"I just had to get away, I couldn't face Zephyr's mother, or Uncle Scrooge, or even you. Well, the cockpit was the place I've always did my best thinking, so I took off, with hardly a note. Then I got caught in that storm and crashed.

"I was trying to run away from my problems and all I got was more trouble."

Donald nodded his head, scrolling through his contacts, that was exactly what they had thought had happened, now who to call, Mrs. Beakly, probably not, seeing her might bring back the same emotions that had caused her to flee in the first place. It would definitely bring back memories that Della had no doubt buried, Uncle Scrooge, no he didn't drive, but that left, he groaned, that left Launchpad and that might not work out good, Della might feel like she had been replaced. And a jealous Della wasn't a pretty sight.

Della glanced around, trying to get it in her head that she was on Earth, that was when she noticed the large suitcase next to the bench, "You going somewhere Donald?" she asked, grateful that she had finally found something to change the subject to.

"Well, I was going on a month long Carribean Cruise that Uncle Scrooge paid for." He chuckled a little, "It's non refundable, and you know how he gets when we throw away his hard earned money."

The twins both shuddered, Uncle Scrooge was not a stingy old miser like everyone thinks, however, he was a smart businessman and watched what he spent carefully. It wasn't like him to buy something that was nonrefundable.

"Well, you just have to go on the cruise then," Della insisted, "You don't look so good, a vacation is just what you need."

"But.." Donald began.

"I'm not going anywhere Donald," Della insured him, "I've been gone for ten years I can stay home for a month or two, you're going!" With that she threw the suitcase in to the bus that had just came to a stop.

Donald huffed, shaking his head, "Uncle Scrooge will understand when he sees you."

"Uncle Scrooge wouldn't have bought you a nonrefundable month long cruise if he didn't think you needed a break, stop trying to be a hero Donald and get on that bus, now!"

Donald gulped, taking a step backward, towards the bus, Della was stubborn, and despite her inability to think things through at times, she was a family oriented duck and if she thought that Donald needed the vacation that Uncle Scrooge was paying for, she would insure that he got it. Even if it meant flying over the ship and pushing him overboard, "Okay, Okay, I'm going, I'm going!"

A/N: Okay Skyla and Angel I'm entering the competition, next time she reunites with Scrooge and the Boys. So who is Zephyr? What is Della's and Mrs. Beakly's past together? Please review.