Raindrops... chapter one

    It was a cold and windy night. Launchpad mcquack had just received a note from his partner Darkwing. The note had said to befriend, and spy on the liquidator's new daughter. He felt uneasy about the assignment, as she hadn't committed any crimes, aside from fighting Darkwing when she first arrived. As well as the whole idea of becoming friends with someone, just to keep tabs on them made him feel sick. With a defeated sigh, launchpad continued on his way to flud's house. While muttering to himself that he couldn't believe what he was doing. As he walked down the sidewalk, he heard someone let out a frustrated grunt. He turned to see what could only be described as a female dog made of water. She was looking at a map, and he soon heard her shouting in anger.

    Raindrop turned the map this way, and  that, but she was more lost then she had ever been. In her anger, she shouted to herself "Ugh! Been in an alternate timeline for a week and I still can't find my way anywhere!" She looked at the map again, noticing that her fingers were soaking the paper. "Of course it doesn't help in getting the paper wet..."Launchpad was just about to leave and tell Drake that he refused to spy on her, when Raindrop stretched out her arm to tap hi shoulder "Excuse me sir, would you happen to know where flud manor is located?" With a playful smirk, launchpad jerked his thumb behind him, showing her that the house she was looking for was right behind where they were standing. Embarrassed, raindrop looked down at the ground "oh..." When she looked back up, and got a better look at the duck, she was stunned. From his red mullet, to his cleft chin, he was the most handsome person she had seen in all her twenty one years of existence.

     Raindrop nervously cleared her throat and introduced herself. "M..my name is Raindrop, Raindrop flud." The handsome duck smiled "Call me Launchpad, Launchpad Mcquack!" She couldn't help but snicker at a duck having the word quack in his last name. "Well Launchpad....c..could i get you to come over for dinner?" If you looked up awkward in the dictionary, you would see a picture of launchpad sitting there. Not only was he being asked by the daughter of one of his partner's foes, but someone he was supposed to spy on! However he felt he couldn't decline, and accepted her invitation. As they got to the door, Raindrop morphed her finger into a key and unlocked it. When launchpad went inside, he saw it was a very nice house, with a fine green carpet, blue wallpaper, and some fancy, and of course waterproof furniture. He was so distracted he didn't even notice the colorful jester sneaking behind him, until he was met by a pie in the face! Raindrop poked her head out of the kitchen and sighed. She handed launchpad a washcloth "Sorry, that's quackerjack, my dad has been letting him stay here." Without even bothering to see who he just pranked, quackerjack hopped back upstairs to his room. As launchpad cleaned off his face she used her outstretched arm to finish the pasta she had started. It a couple of minutes it was finished, and the two sat down for dinner.

    Over dinner they got to know eachother better, Launchpad talked about his time as a pilot for scrooge Mcduck, as well as his time as a stunt double. However he avoided the topic of crime fighting, unsure how she would react to it. Raindrop talked about how she had escaped from the darkwarrior dimension that launchpad remembered goslyn mentioning before. He was horrified at the monster she described darkwarrior as, even going as far as to say that if he got the chance, he would beat him within an inch of his life. As the couple were talking, they didn't notice another water being opening the door. "The surgeon general asks, What the hell is going on here?!" Raindrop and launchpad were startled as Liquidator made his way into the kitchen. "Oh hi dad, this is my new friend Launchpad." Liquidator moved between the two, an angry glare on his face "I know DAMN WELL who he is!!! He's the partner of Darkwing duck!" Raindrop was shocked at her father's harsh tone, and the fact that he had dropped his salesman lingo. "B..but you aren't a criminal anymore dad, why does it matter?" Her father was so upset he was snorting steam. She assumed their past had left a lasting grudge in her father. With a sad sigh, she escorted launchpad to the door. Weeks passed, and Raindrop was feeling lonely. She hesitated as she reached for the phone, knowing her father would get upset. She made her choice and dialed up the number for an old friend. "Hello? Steelbeak? could you do me a favor and get me a reservation for two at one of your restaurants...."