In a not so quiet suburbian home...
Jean, Gos and Rachel were jumping on the couch, pillowfighting and dancing to TMBG when the lights flashed and a short buzz cut through the music.

"Quick kids upstairs, Dad's home!" The girls bounded upstairs while Jean hit mute on the stereo remote.

Suddenly an empty blue armchair started to whirl then came to a halt. Drake raised himself out of the seat and stalked across the living room.

Jean, now lounging on the couch, looked up at him from behind a copy of Better Hideouts and Lairs. Batting her eyelashes she sweetly said, "Hi, Hon, how was you day?"

Drake shot her a sideways glance. "Oh fine, dear..." there was a grittly sarcastic tone to his voice "...let's see nothing really interesting happened, only Negaduck stopped a crime!" His tone softened a little then became exasperated, "Someone lifted Lily Bushroot's wallet but before I could get there Negaduck was dragging the perp out of an alley and returning the goods."

Jean folded her magazine and sat up. "Wow, I guess he has changed, wouldn't tell it from the business end --legal already had the contracts drawn up. I can't believe he stole that winki-doodles deal out from under us..."

"Excus-eh, but I think we were talking about ME here?"

"Oh, sorry..."(rolling eyes)

Drake continued in that whiny, bruised ego way, "stopping crime is my job...with all of these crooks going straight there's--"

"--no one left for you to play with?"

Drake nodded, "I wouldn't put it that lightly but, yes?" He sat down next to his wife and rested his head on her chest.

Jean lightly caressed the side of his head, "I wouldn't worry, it's a sad fact but you're never gonna be out of business. The clients are changing but that just means you've done your job...but you're still needed," she lightly ran a finger down the midline of his bill.

A wry smile played on Drake's lips then he cocked his head and listened to the faint giggling of his daughters and a sudden thump as someone fell off a bed, undoubtedly aided by the force of a pillow blow. "Ah well, it sounds like some discipline needs to be administered upstairs."

"After all it would be a crime if we missed out on a good pillow fight," Jean added as she brought a pillow down on Drake's crown. He made a googlie then dashed to the staircase.

"If you two aren't in bed by the count of three, well, be prepared for the most awe inspiring display of pillow marksmanship the world has ever seen!"

"Yeah right, Dad," was the cocky reply.

Drake dashed up the stairs as Jean turned out the lights. She paused on the dark landing to think of the events of late. She had her own reasons to mistrust Negaduck, corporate the least of them, but there certainly had been a change. She had no idea what had caused this transfiguration but she couldn't help feeling for an instant that if anyone could redirect the misguided criminals of this world it was him.
Maybe there was more to the Drake's duality than attitude and appearance. Maybe, just maybe he could help that pickpocket.

Disclaimer:Drake, Gos, and Negaduck belong to Disney yada yada yada. Jean and Rachel are independent entities and The nameless pickpocket and inspiration for this section is Laserbeak. J. Guy 2000