Disclaimer: I do not own Darkwing Duck, Gosalyn, Scrooge McDuck, or any characters from either Darkwing Duck or Ducktales...

Authors Note: OK, I hated the first version, so I'm trying again.

I Am Chosen: Chapter 1( Revised Version)

As dawn breaks over the sleeping city of St. Canard, the dawn is accompanied by the first snow of the year. Being a few days before Christmas, it is a welcome sight to the citizens in the city. They have not had a white Christmas in three years.

By midmorning, a fine blanket a virgin snow has already covered the entire metropolis.

In the midst of the last minute holiday shopping, people are also preparing for a special Christmas treat. The St. Canard museum will be displaying a rare set of jeweled Christmas Ornaments that are rumored to have once belonged to a great king.

They are on loan from Scrooge McDuck, who is scheduled to arrive that evening from Duckburg for the grand presentation. As a precaution, Scrooge has arranged for GizmoDuck to escort the armored car that is delivering the Ornaments to the museum. The rich duck is more then a little uneasy about displaying the Ornaments in the city that is home to the Fearsome Five. For this reason, he has requested that Darkwing Duck be present at the presentation as well.

Later that evening in Darkwing Tower.

Darkwing enters the tower, dressed in his Bio Enhancement Armor. He pauses in the center of the large edifice to look around. He once again admires all the new equipment, much of it comes courtesy of Scrooge McDuck!

Darkwing recalls how, after Bulba had destroyed most of the tower in a rampage.

Nearly all his equipment had been lost in Bulba's attack. It really was a surprise to Darkwing that Scrooge offered to supply him with all new hi-tech stuff. Moreover, he even put Scrooge McDuck construction company to work repairing both Audubon Bay Bridge and SHUSH headquarters – free of charge!

Darkwing sighs heavily, he isn't the only one to change after all the occurrences of the last couple of years. Scrooge's family has been involved in more than one of his adventures since the summer before.

Walking into the wardrobe area of the tower he stands in front of a full length mirror that hangs on the wall. He stares at his reflection. Not the image of the Darkwing Duck the world has come to know, but of the Guardian. Dressed head to foot in an armor of silver and white, only his visors bear any resemblance to his old self. They are dark in color to compensate for his sensitivity to light. He places a finger on a small button on the side the visors to adjust the tinting. Though the visors do automatically adjust to the change in light and dark, they don't always adjust to his satisfaction.

He listens to a news report on television, telling of his apprehension of some bank robbers earlier that day. Though they still address him as Darkwing Duck, he is now often being referred to simply as the Duck in White. Darkwing doesn't like this, not at all. It's all happening to fast for him. One day he's Darkwing Duck, the Masked Mallard, the costume clown with an ego the size of Scrooge McDuck's money bin.

Now, he's the Duck in White. A Super Hero to the truest sense of the word. He actually has super powers! Super Powers! Something he has always wanted – and now that he has them ...well...he just isn't sure.

This uncertainty may have something to do with what this armor tends to do to him if he wears it very long or if he has to use a great amount of it's abilities. It makes him feel – strange. He doesn't feel like Darkwing Duck, not really.

He smiles. Yeah, it even has an affect on his ego. When he is in the armor, he just doesn't seem to care as much about the publicity and praise. He just wants to get the job done and protect the innocent.

This may not sound like a bad thing to others, but it just isn't Darkwing Duck.

"Dark?" he is startled by a warm beguiling voice from the shadows. He spins in surprise to see Morgana standing behind him. She grins "Well, what ever other powers that suit gives you, you don't have a Spidey Sense." She jests.

She steps into the light, revealing the long black hair she now allows to hang down over her shoulders. The crimson dress she wears is a long soft cotton caftan. The most obvious change in her appearance, however, is the rise in her belly. She is three months with child.

Darkwing smiles as he gently places a hand on her stomach. "So how is your little passenger behaving today?"

She laughs playfully "Hungry!"

"So how many Christmas cookies have you baked for out little one?"

"A lot! But I don't know how many will be left after LaunchPad and Gosalyn are finished. Gosalyn has been snitching raw cookie dough all day, I hope she doesn't have a tummy ache!" Morgana says with a small giggle.

A more serious tone rises in Darkwing's voice "Morgana, you shouldn't have let her get away with it. You have to put your foot down with her. You are her mother now."

"I know Dark, but it is Christmas after all," she pauses and glances down at her stomach "Besides, considering the circumstances, I think we should be more lenient in some ways."

Darkwing considers her words for a moment. He knows the adjustments have not been easy for Gosalyn. Not long after Drake and Morgana were married, they learned Morgana was expecting. Not only had the news of the baby caused Gosalyn to feel like she is no longer a real member of the family, but they had moved from their home on Avian Way. Away from the only home she had known since he adopted her. Away from living next door to her best friend, Honker. But it is for her sake that he had decided to sell the house and put the money in on fixing up Morgana's manor as their new home.

Drake had gone all out to normalize Morgana's house (with her permission of course). After they disenchanted it, he had it completely remodeled in a rustic Early American style. With a small guest house in back to accommodate LaunchPad.

This way, there is plenty of room for a growing family. Still, the change has been difficult for Gosalyn.

He sighs heavily "You know, I wish Gos still believed in Santa Clause. She has lost so much of her childhood as it is." he sighs "it's good for a kid to believe in things like that."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Launchpad still believes in Santa Claus." Morgana giggles.

"And the Easter Bunny and The tooth fairy and the boogeyman." Darkwing adds with amusement.

"Well, the boogeyman is real, Dark. He's a business associate of my fathers."

Darkwing looks at her perplexed "You're kidding? And this guy actually hides in the closets of little children for the sole purpose of frightening them?"

"It's an inferiority compensation thing. He's really a scrawny spineless little wimp you know. But he doesn't come around St. Canard anymore."

"Oh really, why? " Darkwing can't believe he is having a serious conversation about a being that is only suppose to exist in a child's imagination.

"Ahh," she sys hesitantly as she tries to find the right words "Well, it has to do with a nervous break down he had a couple of summers back."

She looks at her husband who listens patiently "It seems that one of the kids he was – err – visiting one night, had set a trap in her closet to catch him. Something rigged of anvils and high explosives. She wanted to take him for show and tell..."

"She?" Darkwing asks suspiciously "Did she happen to live at 537 Avian Way at the time, hmmm?"

"I believe so, yes," Morgana chuckles.

Darkwing rolls his eyes "Oh boy. The next time that kid tells me she almost caught a real monster, I'll believe her!" He draws a breath before changing the subject "I wish you could be at the museum tonight to see the jeweled Ornaments."

"I know dark, but we both know how Gosalyn feels about museums and I don't dare leave her alone in the house this close to Christmas. She'll tear the place up looking for her presents!"

"True," Darkwing confesses "She better watch out that Santa doesn't leave her a lump of coal this year!"

Morgana smiles and kisses him on the bill "Santa, wouldn't dare..."

"You're right." he agrees quickly " If he did, she may try to catch him for show and tell!" A sober expression soon replaces the laughter "I wish there was something really special we could do for her this year. I mean, almost everybody we know has been buying Christmas gifts for the baby this year. A few of them have been so caught up in the blessed event, they've forgotten to get Gos anything." There is a trace of pain in his voice.

"They don't mean to forget her Dark, after all, things get a little crazy this time of year." Morgana reminds him.

Darkwing shrugs listlessly "I know. I just don't want her feeling that because she's adopted...that...well..that everybody will just push her aside for the baby."

"As long as everybody isn't her daddy, she'll be alright." Morgana says softly.

"Besides, I think this Christmas is going to be a very special one for Gosalyn."

"Oh?," Darkwing looks curiously at his wife "And why is that?" there is an air of innocents in his question.

"You, like Gosalyn will just have to wait until Christmas Morning, my honeywumpus." she teases as she traces a finger along the edge of his bill.

She steps back "I guess you should get going if you are going to guard the museum. I'll see you tonight." with that she leaves.

Heaving a deep sigh, Darkwing turns to go. LaunchPad should have picked Scrooge up in the ThunderQuack by now. They will arrive at the tower shortly.

In truth Darkwing doesn't like the idea of Scrooge McDuck using the ThunderQuack as a personal jet. The old duck has requested Launchpad to take him on several long journeys in the super jet since the battle against Bulba the summer before. Launchpad being LaunchPad couldn't refuse his old boss. Darkwing could put his foot down, of course and insist that the ThunderQuack wasn't built for public transportation. But he wouldn't do that to Launchpad. He wouldn't want his friend to have to choose loyalties. He also felt an obligation, since Scrooge had flipped the bill for the New Darkwing Tower.

A short time later, the ThunderQuack arrives to pick him up. Adding insult to injury, Darkwing has to take the backseat in his own jet seeing how Scrooge already occupies the front seat next to Launchpad.

As the jet arrives at the museum, they are all shocked by the scene below. Police cars have the museum surrounded. Most of the museum windows have been busted out and the walls of the building are riveted with bullet holes. Signs of a shoot out. Little question of who the shooters are. Only the Fearsome Five could get the upper hand against GizmoDuck.

"Ah no! The jeweled Ornaments!" Scrooge exclaims. He glances over his shoulder at Darkwing "Your Fearsome Five doesn't waste time do they?" he sounds almost accusing.

Darkwing Scowls, his Fearsome Five? As if they were his personal pets or something. "Yeah, they're always getting out of the yard, they must dig under the fence." he snaps sarcastically. "LaunchPad, land on the roof."

The ThunderQuack flies in low, touching down on the rooftop and Darkwing jumps from the popped cockpit. As he lands nimbly on the roof, he can already feel the armor responding to his actions. "LP, You stay here with McDuck. I'll take care of the Fearsome Five." He's learned to stay calm when wearing B.E.A. Otherwise his sense of excitement seems to influence the armors reaction and his emotions are transformed into physical energy. The last time he got to excited while wearing the armor, he was more hyper than Gosalyn on a sugar rush! And that was even after taking the armor off!

"OK, Darkwing, stay cool." he says to himself as he finds a ventilation shaft a convenient way to slip into the Museum.

Slipping unnoticed into the museum, it doesn't take long to locate the villeins and GizmoDuck. Poor GizmoDuck is laying in a heap in the corner of the room, his suits circuits having been overheated, courtesy of Megavolt no doubt. Darkwing has to wonder why McDuck hasn't had the Gizmo suit grounded somehow.

He sees Negaduck and the rest of his party watching the police from a broken window. He hears Liquidator saying something about "Hasn't a hero come to save the day? Are the criminals running wild in your city? Liquidator says – keep watching over your shoulder!"

Darkwing supposes this is his creative way of saying they'd better keep their eyes peeled for Darkwing Duck! Too bad none of them think to just turn around!

It's show time!

Darkwing's intros have even had an overhaul sense acquiring the armor. He moves back into the shadows.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night..." and that is it.

The Fearsome Five all spin around in surprise. They of course can't see him.

They wait for the rest of his old infamous intro such as "I am the fox that gets into your hen house. I am the thorn the the bush of justice," the usual Darkwing Duck puffery.

But...

nothing...

nothing but silence.

Alright, this is unnerving for the criminals. None of them have gone up against Darkwing since he came in possession of the B.E.A. None of them are ready for the changes that have taken place in his character.

After a long moment of silence, Negaduck finally calls out "Well? Is that it? Hay Darkwing, you finally getting tired of hearing your own voice? Yeah, well I got tired of it a long time ago?!"

He waits for a smart comeback, but there is only silence.

Not use to dealing with a quiet Darkwing Duck, the other members of the Fearsome Five are growing uneasy.

"Hey, that new suit of his, did anybody ever hear if he can become invisible with it?" Bushroot ask on the verge of panicking.

"You know, I never thought of that." Quackerjack admits as he looks around "He- he could be standing right next to us – right now!" At this point he begins to tremble with fear.

"Would you stop your wining ya sissies!" Negaduck growls. He pulls out a blow torch "Hey Darkwing. If you don't come out and play I'm going to melt the armor plated Pollyanna into a puddle of goo!"

He takes a step toward the corner they had left GizmoDuck in to discover he was gone! "Ah nuts!"

Undaunted by the set back he spins around to face the center of the room. "Yeah, well we still got the jeweled Christmas Ornaments!" He pulls out a small bag from under his cape "Come and get them." he dangles the bag as if trying to entice Darkwing into making a move.

"How can I resist such an offer." a voice comes from behind. In surprise Negaduck turns to see his arch enemy only a couple feet away. He is taken aback, however, by the new look the crime fighter now sports. His jaw drops in disbelief "Hay that's not fair! I always wanted a sequenced cape!" he grouses, his lower lip puckered out like a baby on the verge on a tantrum.

"Aww, we don't always get what we want in life, do we?" Darkwing mocks. But before Negaduck can reply, Darkwing simply punches him out. His physical strength being enhanced by the B.E.A., Darkwing only hopes he didn't hit him too hard.

As he turns his attention to the remaining members of the gang, he sees the same look on the faces of all of them. A look one might get after seeing a ghost.

He is baffled by their stares until he hears Quackerjack gasp "It's him! It's, it's the Duck in White! I thought he went back to where he came from!"

Darkwing starts to reply to the loony clowns remark when he hears an all too familiar voice ring out "There you are you low life degenerates!"

Ah no!

Darkwing turns to see Scrooge McDuck marching into the room followed by an uneasy Launchpad.

Scrooge comes to a halt in the center of the room, his fists on his hips defiantly. "Just what have you no-goods done with me jeweled Ornaments!" he demands of the four criminals.

"McDuck! What are you doing here?!" Darkwing yells at the miser.

"What does it look like I'm doing!" Scrooge snaps back at him.

"Looks to me, like you're trying to get yourselves blown up!" Says a low gravelly

voice. Unfortunately, Darkwing knows the voice instantly. He glances around to see Negaduck back on his feet, a lit bomb in one hand and a gun in the other. Well apparently Darkwing didn't hit him too hard after all.

"Hey, did I show you my new toy?" Negaduck taunts holding out the bomb as the fuse burns shorter by the second. "This is the latest in destructive explosives! One bomb has the exploding power of ten ordinary bombs, neat huh?"

Darkwing starts to take a step towards him but Negaduck aims the gun at Scrooge and LaunchPad "Uh-uh-uh, you wouldn't want to get anybody not wearing a protective suit of armor hurt, now would you?"

Darkwing freezes, tossing Negaducks question around in his head. No he wouldn't want to get Launchpad shot...McDuck on the other hand...

"Catch!" Negs yells tossing the bomb to Darkwing "By the way. There is something else special about this bomb – once lit it can't be put out!" With that he pulls a canister and throws it to the floor. A cloud of red smoke engulfs the criminals and then they are gone.

Darkwing tries to snuff out the rapidly burning fuse, but as Negaduck said, it can't be put out. He tries to pull out the fuse, but it is to short to get a grip on.

There is no time to get rid of it as the fuse reaches it's end. The bomb will blow in a matter of seconds. Darkwing does the only thing time will allow him, he falls on the bomb hoping is body will absorb the blast and save the others.

The explosion is heard throughout the city...

To be continued...

From the Author: This is the last installment of my Path Chosen series. At least I hope it is! I didn't really like trying to base the whole fic around a Christmas theme. But since Christmas just fits into the timing in the storyline, I am basing the fic around the Christmas season but not on it. Plus, I wanted to include Scrooge in the story line.