Summary: The first time Drake meets You

Authors note: you're a seamstress in this one

Warning: non!

Time was now of the essence! There was still so much to do before rehearsals and you was a speeding bullet. You had to hem another jacket for one of the 'hostages', make a pair of pants, and a few more fixes. But nothing can be finished before her biggest assignment.

With your hair flying behind her, when you found yourself in front of the trailer door. Smoothing down your shirt and hair, composing yourself, before knocking against it.

"Mr. Mallard? Are you here?" You called out after another knock. There was a sound of something falling along with a short yelp that was quickly muffled. You raised a brow in question, but the door swung open just before guess came to mind.

Drake looked around before setting his eyes on you. "Oh! Hey!" The young man greeted with a smile.

You gave a small wave before adjusting your jean bag's strap. "Hi, I'm the seamstress to do some fixing for your costume."

"Oh! Great! Come on in!" Drake opened the door more and stepped to the side to let you in. Taking the invitation, you climbed the small steps. Looking around, there's was surprising a lot of... Darkwing stuff. Drake noticed you quietly glancing at his posters to his purple pillows on his couch. Deep inside himself, Drake felt a small sense of bashfulness.

"So... guess you're a fan?" It was more of a statement than a question, but you displayed with a hint of tease.

Drake flustered and gave an awkward laugh. "Heh, I mean, who isn't? Its a great show."

You however surprised him with her response. "Eh, I guess."

"Wait what?" He blinked as his mind tried to process. "You didn't like it as a kid?"

"Nah, just never watched it." You replied as you set up your sewing supplies.

"What do you mean? Whats not to like?"

You raised another skeptical brow at the duck. Was he serious about this? Its just a kid show. "I...don't know. Just never saw it-"

"You never even saw it?! No wonder!" Drake exclaimed slightly spooking the girl which went notice. "Oh! Heh, sorry." He apologized.

"..right.." You forced a smile. Wierdo. "So, uh.. wanna go put on your costume?"

"Oh! Right, right!" Drake nodded and went to the very small closet taking his new Darkwing costume out. You waited as he changed in the bathroom and glanced one more around the room with a snort. A grown man obsess with a kid show. Good grief.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the shoelace that trips evil doers! I am... Darkwing Duck!" The door flew up to reveal now the vigilante.

Taking one look at the actor, you bit down on your lip to hold back a laugh. "Ya know, you only had to wear the jacket, not the full getup."

Drake looked down at his costume and back at the girl. "Well, I mean.. you can see it..put together?"

You rolled her eyes and she got up from the couch. Stepping up to him, you eyed his jacket before unclipping his cape. Drake stiffened and swallowed a lump forming in his throat she got closer. 'Keep it cool, Drake.'

Tossing it to the couch, you stepped back to get a good look at the jacket. "Now thats better. I can actually see." You muttered not catching his blush. Telling him to stand on a chair, you got a better look at the hem.

"So, you really never saw the show?" Came the question once more. A sighed escaped your lips.

"No. Never got a chance." Was your reply and you began to pin it to make it shorter.

"...would you want to?" Now you looked up at him when he asked. That sounded like... "For research!" Drake quickly said. "That way you can see the clothes and...designs in action! Its a really good show." He talked faster as his face turned redder by the minute. Why was he such a dork?

Though, you couldn't help but smile a bit at him. He was indeed persistent. "You really want me to?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and shyed away. "Well, you don't have to. I just thought...maybe... you'd want to? Its fine if not. Sorry, I dont mean to sound pushy." Drake went on apologizing.

"It's fine, Drake." You assured him. "Look, if it's as good as Mighty Ducks I'll give it a go."

"Wait you're a fan of- gah!" From his excitement his sudden movement caused him to pin himself. He quickly tried to brush it off.

"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?! I'm so sorry!" You suddenly said, putting the pin down in the cushion strapped to her wrist.

"Im fine..! Really! Nothing to it..!" Drake waved it off with that smile.

The girl sighed and shook her head. "Youre such a dork." You said as you helped him down. "I'll get it sewed up and ready by tomorrow. You can take it off now."

"Take it off?" He repeated looking redder as ever. He did have a tank on, but still. He hesitated but moved after the seamstress ushered him.

"Dont have all day ya know." You said with that glaze of playfulness.

Drake unbuttoned the jacket and carefully slipped it off. Your eyes were against you as they took sight of his built body. He was indeed more attractive than you realized. You seemed to traced every muscle of his in ypur mind until Drake clear his throat feeling awkward again. Then, you made the mistake of locking eyes with the actor. Neither seemed to realize how close they were actually standing. A silence fell besides the sounds of their hearts skipping beats. Drake again swallowed a lump in his throat as he couldnt look away from her beauty.

Your soft hair framed your round face and your eyes sparkled behind the curtain of your bangs. But then, a blushed suddenly crept agaisnt your cheeks and you dipped shyly away. Your bangs covering more of your eyes more as you mentally kicked yourself. Quietly, you took the jacket back and carefully folded it before putting it in a plastic bag.

"So... see you tomorrow for another fitting?" Drake managed to ask through the awkward tension.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I guess so." You nodded and slipped your bag strap over your shoulder.

"Uh, yeah, cool." He nodded and an unsettling atmosphere rested on them. You tried not to stare too much at his muscle shaped under the tank top as he glanced away.

"Well then see you!" You suddenly said with a turn of your heels and hurried to the door.

"Wait! What's your-" But the door cut him off. He didnt even ask at first. Drake sighed and mentally kicked himself as well. Now he had to wait to tomorrow. Tomorrow.. once again he'll see that pretty seamstress. A small smile played on his beak. He was looking forward to that.