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kozzax · 1 year

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When they were young, Leo always claimed he and Donnie were twins.

Donnie brushed him off every time.

"Go away Leo. We aren't twins," he'd say, affectionately annoyed, before returning to his books and his projects. A deterrent of sorts, a statement meant to send his brother away so that he could continue with his projects alone.

And for years, this is how it went.

And then, when they were around ten or eleven, as Leo was pestering Donnie in his lab, the mechanism that Donnie had been working on broke. Leo tried to pull the twin card, to convince Donnie to step away for a bit and hang out with his beloved brothers, and-- and Donnie had already been having a bad day. His nerves were fried. His senses were blaring at him. His shell was too thin and soft to play their games, anyways. So he did as he always did, on these days. He sent his brother away.

"We aren't twins, Leo! We aren't even the same species of turtle!! We CAN'T be real twins! Leave me ALONE!"

And for once, Leo left without an obnoxious quip. For once, Leo was silent. And Donnie turned back to his project.

When Raph barged into his room half an hour later, he was startled by the intrusion. He was even more startled by the anger.

"Donnie. What did you say to Leo."

"Go away, Raph, I'm busy!"

"Donatello. What did you say to Leo. Raph's serious."

"I don't quite understand the upset. I just told him we aren't twins, and we're different species, and to leave me alone. Nothing more than usual. Why are you mad?"

"Donnie!"

"What!!"

At this point, Donnie turned in his chair to face the doorway, giving Raph an unimpressed glare.

"Why would you say that?"

"I merely spoke with him the same way I always do! This is how we work, Raph, you know that! Now leave me alone so I can fix this piece of junk," He turned back to his work, pulling his goggles down to look closer at the wiring.

"No. Dee, you really upset him this time."

"He's fine, Raph. He's just annoyed that I'm too busy to play frivolous games with him at the moment."

"Dee, he's crying."

"Raph, you know I struggle to identify when you're lying, I would appreciate it if you didn't-"

"Raph's not lying. Mikey's with him right now. He's crying."

There was a beat of silence, as this sank in. Donnie froze in place, unmoving until Raph turned his chair around to face him once more.

"...oh. I- oh, no."

"Fix it."

He pushed his goggles away from his eyes, holding onto his arms and avoiding his brother's gaze.

"Raph, I- I'm not good with... feelings. I don't know how to fix this one."

"You broke his heart. You fix it. Apologize."

"He won't believe an apology, not if it's really that bad-"

"Fix it."

"I- okay! Okay. I'll fix it. I'll figure it out."

"Good. I'm going to do damage control. Don't follow. Leo doesn't want to talk to you right now."

For once, the lab felt too quiet.

The aftermath of their fight was hard for everybody in the lair. Leo refused to even look at Donnie for longer than necessary, and Donnie retreated into his lab for far more hours every day than he had ever done before.

Attempts to get the two to reconcile continually went poorly.

Splinter paired them up in a training exercise, and was met with one of their worst performances since they were barely old enough to walk.

Raph put together a Jupiter Jim marathon that neither accepted the invite to, each citing the other's presence as their reason not to come.

Mikey did his best to drag either of them to sit down with the other, putting on the Dr. Delicate Touch persona and doing everything he could.

Even April, when she came over to see the rest of the family, would only ever be met with three turtles at a time.

None of it worked.

There was something broken between the two of them, now. Something that, to the rest of their family, seemed unfixable.

A day passed, and then two, and then a week, and a month, and-- nothing.

And then their birthday came around. A month and a week after the fight.

Donnie snuck into Leo's room long before the rest of their family could awake, an oddly-shaped present in his arms.

"'Nardo, wake up. I need to talk to you."

It took a moment for Leo to wake up enough to register who's voice was there, but when he did, he rolled over and pulled a pillow over the side of his head once more.

"Go away Donatello. I don't want to talk to you."

"But-- it's important. Really important."

"What, like the fact that I don't want to see your stupid face? Go away."

"Leonardo, please."

His brother turned over once more, opening his eyes and giving Donnie a glare.

"What. What could possibly be this important."

"It's our birthday."

Donnie's words were quiet and stilted, practiced several times over until they were just right. Before his brother could turn back around, he gestured towards the large item next to him.

"I made us a gift. Happy birthday us."

"We don't have to share a birthday anymore, since we're not twins--"

"Happy birthday us."

And when Donnie unwrapped his gift-- nothing really made much more sense, despite his wishes. It was an oddly-shaped piece of tech, rounded and almost as big as he was, with straps connecting to the edges.

"What is that. How is that worth waking me up, when I don't even want to see you right now?"

It wasn't until Donnie turned it over that the gift began to make more sense. It was a faint blue-ish green, with three lighter circles running down its back in somewhat shaky paint. A mirror of Leo's shell.

Confusion spread across Leo's face as Donnie secured the shell on his own back, before looking up at Leo again.

"Now we're the same. We're real twins, 'cause we have the same shell, see? We're-- we're real twins, Leo."

There was a beat of silence, as the two stared at each other in the dark of night, before Leo reached over and pulled his brother into a hug. For once, Donnie didn't't deny it.

"This doesn't fix anything. You owe me like, big time."

"I know."

"In that case-- I missed you, Donnie."

"I missed you too Nardo."

It took time for them to heal again. For the awkward energy that filled the lair to dissipate and return to it's usual air. But eventually, eventually, Leo and Donnie grew back into their usual banter. Sometimes, it seemed as though the experience had brought them even closer than before.

The shell he'd made to mimic his twin's would become Donnie's first ever battle shell. Every iteration afterwards, as he grew out of them over time, would grow further from its original purpose. By the time they were solidly in their teens there was little hint that it was ever meant to be an imitation of Leo's.

That first shell is kept in Leo's room, though. Sat atop a shelf, and gifted to him when Donnie grew out of it, as a reminder that the change in shells didn't mean that they weren't still twins. Real twins. No matter what science had to say about it.

#my writing #rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #leo rottmnt #disaster twins rottmnt #ok so i don't post fanfic a whole ton but uhhhh. here you go.#i also haven't posted about rottmnt in a HOT second #but again. here you go.#tldr i've had this thought for a long time and the beginning of this was sitting in drafts for a Long time because .#i think donnie's first battle shell was an imitation leo shell #and then i rolled with it #look there's just something really important to me #about the ability to say we're real twins fuck science #b/c of my queerplatonic twin who. we Decided we're twins #we watched rottmnt together as Twins #this is dedicated to chao #lonely my beloved #but like. i just. i think it's really easy to fuck that up if you've been that your whole life #and i think donnie's battle shell being originally a form of apology #for someone who struggles with apologies #makes. a lot of sense #they're twins your honor #idk what to tell you

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thr-333 · 1 year

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How did F!Leo get Leo Junior in your AU?

Ahha! you have given me the perfect excuse to share this snippet of the fic I'm working on for this

So Leo wasn’t dead, despite his best efforts. Plus despite his resolve to not think about it™ he was indeed fulfilling his promise to DDT. That happens when you’re looking down at the newly mutated rat version of your Dad and four little turtles in the cardboard box next to him Leo tries not to not linger on.

Dad at this point is skinny and lanky; he really doesn't look all that different from Lou Jitsu. Leo wonders if he had kept better care of himself would he have had such a hard time adjusting. Probably, in the later days of Dad’s life he had lost a lot of his fat from the virtue of rations and regular fighting for your life-style exercise. Even then Leo didn’t think his Dad ever fully accepted his rat form.

But he looks so young here. Passed out in their old lair, the first one they had before shredder. It looks like he collapsed in a heap of exhaustion the second he found somewhere dry. Rain and bits of sewage muck still clinging to him. He was already so tired, how? It couldn’t have been more than a week since they were first mutated.

That's another thing when he told Mikey to make a time gateway he didn’t expect his brother to be so extra about it. He really just meant to send Casey back to the day of, if not a few days before so he could get his barings first. The two had discussed it. Leo knew it would take everything he had that Mikey wouldn't be able to hold out long before getting destroyed. Especially in a heat of the moment spell. Which is why Leo knew sending Casey back here was impossible. That and he had already spent days scouring the city for a sign of him.

No, his presence here probably had more to do with the intricate fading orange design lacing up his arms. It had that sort of cracking appearance that Mikey did while making the time gateway. This however was more controlled and purposeful, with letters he couldn't understand woven between the lines. This spoke of a longstanding spell, something that Mikey had made in the event of either of their deaths. It had glowed bright the way their mystic powers did when he first arrived and had steadily been growing duller. Leo hoped they remained, he never got the chance to grab Mikey’s mask, a memento of his last brother.

There was also the chance that the marks fading meant his time here was up. But Leo somehow doubted it. There was nothing really going on around this time. The foot clan hadn't even begun thinking about collecting pieces of mystic armor. Leo had already looked for hide or hair of the key and came up with nada. Their mutation had already happened so that meant Draxum’s lair was destroyed and he wouldn’t be causing problems for anyone anytime soon.

That was the crux of the issue wasn’t it. The four baby turtles. He hovered over the little box. One side was soaked already peeling off at the corner. He knew everyone would be tumbling out the second they were awake enough to test the integrity of their playpen. They were all so small he could fit them all in one hand easily. Mikey was obviously the smallest of them all adorably round and clinging to Donnie’s leg even with the soft shell trying to kick him off in his sleep. It was almost funny if the sight of his twin at any stage of his life didn’t have Leo tearing up. He moved quickly onto the biggest of the lot and had to cover his mouth choking back a sob.

Their exact ages had gotten fuzzy with time. But Leo was pretty sure this little Raph was closer in age to his Raph than Leo was.

He wanted to scoop them up and hug all his brothers again. But he was pretty sure their shells were weak at this age and Leo wasn’t sure he could hold back squeezing them as tightly as he could. Besides, he didn't deserve it.

Raph and Donnie you could call those accidents markers of Leo’s incompetence. Not Mikey, he had looked his baby brother in the eye. The same baby brother that was making a mix between chirping and babbling noises in his sleep. Had looked him in the eye and asked him- told him to die. Had premeditated and planned his little brother's death. Leo wished he had died first, not just before Mikey but before all of them. He should've, they would probably been better off for it.

… Speaking of.

The last turtle he had been avoiding looking at. Simply because it was about to become relevant and Leo couldn’t be one hundred percent sure that this whole thing hadn’t been orchestrated by DDT as petty revenge for Leo dismissing him before. Actually right now that was his top working theory.

Leo had never seen any baby pictures of himself. Dad didn’t have a camera back then. He had no idea his markings used to be lighter, getting more pigmented with age. The light green stripes were practically cat scratches. He was sleeping restlessly trying to roll over in his sleep to find the other tots. Leo put his hand in between him and Raph just before little him could make contact. Their hands touched showing just the sheer size difference between then and now.

“It’s pathetic to be mad at a literal child,”

DDT wasn’t wrong, it did feel ridiculous to have beef with a baby. He picked the tot up, who gave a displeased squeaking sound in his sleep but didn’t wake up. It did make the others stir the sound disrupting their sleep. Surely that was a metaphor for something. Leo’s loud mouth always causing his brother's problems. Raph’s eyes cracked open looking up and zeroing in on Leo. He was pinned under the gaze with wide clear eyes that have never seen the horrors of this world.

Even at fifteen his brother's gaze had never been that unburdened. Since shredder and their first loss in the family Karai Leo had never seen them without a certain tragedy coloring his brothers outlook on life. The soon to follow apocalypse and the countless deaths that followed merely cemented that in his brothers look which Leo had forgotten what he looked like before.

He couldn’t let that future befall his brothers. Any of it. He wanted to keep them safe and sheltered and beg Dad never to let them out of the sewer.

Oh how they would hate that.

He couldn't protect them from everything. There would always be low level threats and a curiosity that leads to them. All he could do was his best to get rid of some of the bigger ones and make sure the Krang never happened. It also meant he couldn't stay here. He would always be a little piece of the apocalypse a forgotten timeline. It would cast a shadow over his brothers and ruin their childhoods. That was fine he could work from the shadows behind the scenes thats where he did his best work. He just had to guarantee the Krange never happened.

There was one way to do that. He looked at the baby in his hand. Sometimes you need only remove one bad seed.

Raph had stared long enough to realize Leo wasn’t releasing his brother. He made grabby hands and little babbling sounds that were precious in every way. Leo smiled sadly. Moved into the shadows. Raph cried out. He didn’t look back.

#like I said the batman style of adoption #which isnt't entirely fair bruce technically only kidnapped one child #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise #f!leo #future leo au #Leo Junior au

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achilles-invulnerable-heel · 1 year

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Did a tiny bit of writing based on @somerandomdudelmao 's most recent comic. And hey, dude, if you're reading this

a) ur stuff is really good

b) I hope this inflicts upon you even just a shred of the emotions that last comic made me feel <3 /lh

Death was something that often plagued Donatello's mind. It was an agonizing mystery that he wouldn't solve till it had taken him. A puzzle where the last piece can only be found by leaving the table. It annoyed him. Something he couldn't understand through research and logic. Something so devoid of reason. Something he couldn't fix. Not really.

For a short, foolish moment he thought he had understood it. He thought he had found a way to fix it. He had brought Raph back from death. And he had found a way to reverse Mikey's aging. But soon that understanding, that supposed power over death, slipped through his fingers like sand. It defied his logical comprehension.

When he failed to understand death through pure reason, he would instead turn to understand the emotions that it brought foreword through reason. As he lay there, feeling the energy drain slowly from his body, he decided death was a cruel form of mercy. A mercy from grief.

He hadn't properly grieved Raphael's death. He was too certain he could bring him back. To fixated on his machines to feel. Perhaps it had been unhealthy, but with Raph back that hardly mattered. Donnie didn't think that Mikey had properly managed to grieve the loss of Raph either. Mikey was so hopeful he would return, that he wasn't gone, that he pushed the grief away. He tried to hide it, but it wasn't hard to figure out. Donnie presumed Leo got the closest to accepting Raph's death, though that still wasn't much. He seemed to ignore his grief through battle, training, and patrols.

He hated the cruel, twisted mercy the world was showing him. Being the first to really die meant he would never have to grieve the loss of his brothers. instead he was forced to leave the grief, the pain , and the loss to them.

He knew they would be okay. He had taught them all they would need to know. Told them all the little things. He had prepared for this. He made sure they wouldn't need him. But even still, he knew he would be leaving them with grief. He wouldn't be able to take away Raph's guilt at being unable to save him. Wouldn't be able to take away Mikey's distress at losing an older brother. Wouldn't be able to take away Leo's unyielding sorrow at losing his twin. He was truly sorry that he couldn't prepare them for all of that too. Couldn't teach them how to deal with it like he taught Casey Jr electronics, or Leo how to do maintenance on his arm. Oh, how he resented the mystery of death and grief. The one thing he could never fix.

But now, in these final moments, he understood. As death reached out to him, as he felt the last drop of his energy leave him, as he took in his last breath surrounded by his brothers, he understood. He didn't say anything. Nothing he could say would make this easier. He exhaled slowly, and let death embrace him.

#cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my writing #no beta we die like donnie #achilles rambles

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justletmereadmycomics · 1 year

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Incorrect quote fun

Green baseball: You need to stop swearing so much. URANIUM: Shut the f*** up. Green baseball: Yeah, that's not how you do it. URANIUM: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it. Green baseball: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine. URANIUM: S*** the beep up. Green baseball: URANIUM: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

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Frequent teddy bear buyer: While I'm gone, you're in charge Orange boy. Orange boy: Yes! Frequent teddy bear buyer, whispering to URANIUM: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad. URANIUM: Obviously.

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Green baseball: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey! URANIUM: But I'm a vegan. Green baseball: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

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Frequent teddy bear buyer: Mikey, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Orange boy: Raise the dead. Frequent teddy bear buyer: And what did you do? Orange boy: Raise the dead.

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Orange boy: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world. URANIUM: Unless you're home alone.

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turtle tot URANIUM: Hey guys, today my twin brother pushed me, so I'm starting a kickstarter to put him down. turtle tot URANIUM: The benefits of killing him are that I would get pushed way less.

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Orange boy: I just drank a lego piece. Frequent teddy bear buyer: ...what the hell?! You melted plastic and drank the liquid? Orange boy: Yes. Frequent teddy bear buyer: Why did you even melt a lego in the first place?! Orange boy: Because it looked like chocolate! So I drank it! You know, like a chocolate shake?

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URANIUM: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group. Frequent teddy bear buyer: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine? URANIUM: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

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Soup rat: I was put on this earth to do one thing. Soup rat: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

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Neon Leon: Hey, what’s your Netflix password? URANIUM: ihopeyoudie Neon Leon: Thank you!

(he was lying)

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Orange boy: I have very high standards, you know. URANIUM: I can make pizza... Orange boy: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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Frequent teddy bear buyer: Why is Mikey crying? Green baseball: He saw a leaf on the sidewalk and- Orange boy: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY! Frequent teddy bear buyer: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say- Orange boy: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH! Frequent teddy bear buyer: NO, NOT THAT!

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Neon Leon: Raph likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

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Green baseball, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like? URANIUM: *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside* Neon Leon: *Sends a picture of a shot gla** with an Apple poorly drawn inside* Frequent teddy bear buyer: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple* Green baseball: I hate all of you.

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Neon Leon: Pose as a team because S*** JUST GOT REAL!

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Orange boy, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY! URANIUM, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

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*While the Squad is in a battle* URANIUM, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left! Neon Leon: Take it back now y'all!

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URANIUM: So I was just having a conversation with Mikey about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere! Orange boy: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time. URANIUM: Like... who the f*** put this hole here???? And why???? Orange boy: Exhaust? URANIUM: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA. Orange boy: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole… URANIUM: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive. Orange boy: We're onto something here! URANIUM: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole. Orange boy: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole. URANIUM: His lightsaber does though. *Orange boy thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes* URANIUM: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side. Orange boy: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side. URANIUM: Fair point.

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*At a bank teller window* Neon Leon, in a bad Italian accent: I'd like-a to make-a da deposit! Green baseball: HEY BUDDY, WAIT, I REMEMBER YOU! Neon Leon: *Frantically pours marinara sauce into the vacuum tube* Green baseball: GODDAMMIT, IT'S THEM AGAIN!

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Hope you had fun :)

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theresistanceneverquits · 2 years

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White Light - a 2012 Mutant Apocalypse fic

The day had started out as any other.

The morning was spent in their lair. Leonardo had led his brothers—his team—in meditation in his father’s dojo, before they had all drifted their separate ways.

Don had mentioned that he and Renet had been talking recently about making a portal device on a small scale, so he had wandered off to his lab, Mikey in tow to observe. Raph had stayed and sparred with Leo for an hour, before leaving to meet up with the Mighty Mutanimals for daily patrol. April and Casey had been with Karai and Shinigami in Jersey for the past week, hunting down a rival clan and shutting their operation down. Which meant that Leo had the next few hours to himself before night patrol began.

One thing he wasn’t yet completely used to however, was the lack of a twin blade. He had always been adequately skilled to fight with one sword when the situation called for it, but his strength had always rested with the use of both. Recent events had driven him to focus on the one sword, however, and he had been spending the past month dedicated to strengthening his skills with the sole katana.

The next hour was dedicated to this, but he froze once his gaze latched onto the shrine on the wall. The silence became loud, and he dropped his stance and stepped up to it, picking up the item that had caught his eye.

They had left Master Splinter’s shrine untouched, save one element. They had added a framed photo of the five of them together, taken only months before their father had died.

Leo smiled at the picture. Sometimes he wondered what his sensei would think of them now, if he could see them. Though it had taken a couple years before he had finally accepted the idea, he liked to think Splinter would be proud.

Soon the afternoon came and they ate their dinner, watching a new episode of a cartoon around the television. Mikey’s eyes were glued to the screen, the thought of them watching anything new for once still bewildering to him despite them having had cable for a month now. Leo was still a fan of the classics—nothing would ever beat Space Heroes—and he was reluctant to admit this to Mikey, but he was hardly a teenager anymore and cartoons weren’t as enticing to him as they had once been.

That was alright. He was there for the company anyway.

“Mike, you did a good job with the noodles,” he said during a commercial break.

“Thamks,” he responded through a mouthful, causing Raph to nudge him in the arm in disgust. “That recipe book Raph found has really opened my eyes to the possibilities of the culinary arts,” he added brightly and dramatically.

“Whatever it takes for us to have the least likely chance of getting food poisoning,” Raph deflected with a smirk. He gestured to his empty bowl. “This definitely passes, by the way.”

“With flying colors,” Donnie added.

“Tomorrow I’m thinking of trying out a recipe I found where you can make your own ice cream,” Mikey continued. The others glanced at him. “I’m thinking: Pizza Cream!” he announced, hands spread in front of him like he had just announced the latest blockbuster film title. He was met with groans, and Leo even chucked a piece of popcorn at him for that. He made a mental note to leave no room for dessert tomorrow.

Leo was washing the dishes when his T-phone chirped. He looked at the screen. It was time for patrol.

They raced to the rooftops (Mikey would’ve won but Raph took an illegal shortcut) and looked down at the city below. Don had his police scanner open, and they listened to the quiet chatter as they sat on the roof. Mikey practiced front flips between buildings while Raph did pull ups on the water tower. Leo’s eyes scanned the streets before them, his feet dangling over the side of the roof and his bandana flapping in the summer wind.

They heard the crash of a dumpster to their left, and squinting, Leo saw some Purple Dragons “discreetly” exit from an alleyway.

His brothers were next to him in an instant, following his eyesight. “If it isn’t our old pals,” Raph crowed.

Another quick sweep and Leo confirmed that this street was empty save for the Dragons, and he gestured downwards before hopping from the roof.

Judging from the wide gazes from the Purple Dragons, they had spotted the four ninja. As soon as the turtles had stood from their crouches, the Purple Dragons started bolting. Mikey quickly caught one by the arm with the chain of his nunchaku, while Raph had decked another.

Leo and Donnie caught up soon as well, Donnie sweeping one off his feet with a swipe of his bō while Leo pinned one against himself, twisting the Dragon’s arm up between his shoulder blades. “Come on, guys. We’ve been doing this dance for years,” Leo started his lecture in the weak hope that it would finally get through to the gang, until something drew his eye.

There was suddenly a silver mass in the sky, blocking everything above the buildings. He distantly registered the feeling of an elbow pressing sharply against his plastron, and Leo released his grip, deciding that his team just got a much bigger priority.

His brothers followed suit, releasing their charges who escaped into the night while sending terrified glances up at the sky behind them.

“What the heck is that?!” Raph exclaimed, his tone dark.

“It looks like the Technodrome!” Mike exclaimed, his nunchaku lowering absently as his eyes grew big. “I thought the Kraang were gone!” His voice pitched up slightly at the end, despite his attempts to keep his cool.

“I don’t think that’s the Technodrome...” Donnie muttered, his voice hollow.

Leo snapped his attention to his brother. “Then what is it? Donnie?!”

“I’m—I’m thinking,” he responded, blinking rapidly. His eyebrow ridges creased together. A few seconds passed as the giant...orb in the sky continued to grow closer. There was no attack coming from the streets; whatever this was, whoever sent it, the sole attack was coming from the sky.

Donnie’s observations were taking too long. Leo took off, heading for the nearest building. He heard stamps from behind him, reassuring him that his team was on his tail. He gripped the rungs on the fire escape and climbed. He reached the top and looked up. Now that they were closer, he could clearly see windows of light throughout the surface of the orb.

The silence in the air was stifling. A Kraang attack usually was accompanied by robotic chatter and blaster fire. “Donnie?” he asked again, not taking note of how tense his voice had become.

“I don’t think those lights are lights,” came the answer, his voice hitched. “They look like windows, into—“

“Mutagen,” Mikey finished, voice flat.

“Mutagen?” Raph repeated, bewildered.

“I think it’s a bomb...” Donnie added quickly. The other three turned to him gravely.

“A bomb means there’s a clock ticking,” Raph pointed out. Leo’s mind was already racing. This was a mutagen bomb, sent by who knows who to mutate everyone in the city. It was descending quickly, and judging by the way the lights grew brighter he figured that clock didn’t have much time left.

Still, he had to ask. His hand found Donnie’s shoulder and he looked him in the eye. “How much time?”

Donnie’s eyes widened as they locked onto Leo’s, before breaking eye contact and looking up. “I don’t think there’s any left.”

Leo looked over Donnie’s shoulder at Raph, whose own gaze tore from the bomb and met Leo’s. His expression was set, despite the bad news from Don.

“What’s the plan, Leo?” Long gone were the days when Raph added a sarcastic moniker to a question like that. Leo brushed that thought aside.

Leo’s mind clouded over as a neon light overtook his visage, consuming everything in a sick unnatural green glow. An omen of what was to come. There was nothing they could do to stop it.

And they were far too close.

A small voice came from his side, confused by his silence. “Leo?” He turned his head just barely, seeing Mikey’s bright eyes wide in apprehension.

He grit his teeth just as his senses came back enough to realize that hot tears were streaming down his face. There was no more hope for humanity; his thoughts were solely of his brothers. It was too late to think, to formulate a plan. All he could do was what he had done so many times before.

He glowered up at the ship. The last time he had done this, he remembered distantly, he had been victim to Raph’s horrified anger.

Time was up.

He spun sharply on his heel and planted his foot firmly behind him. He pushed off the ground and shoved his brothers with as much desperate force as he could muster. They flew from the roof easily from his push, his saving grace being the element of sheer surprise. A sharp gasp came from Donatello, while Michelangelo and Raphael both let out screeches. They fell from his sight and Leo let out a cry as the light behind him grew more intense.

He prayed that they would survive to be angry at him this time.

His tears blurred into white light.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #mutant apocalypse #leonardo tmnt #leo tmnt #raph tmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt fanfiction #my fic

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ducknotinarow · 11 months

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[87 RaphDon - he didn't forget! he's just dumb ;3;]

Oh great, just what Donatello needed - another one of his inventions was stolen, and currently being used by some gang to cause crimes. This was the second time this week! He really needed to stop trusting everyone that flattered him with a compliment. Shaking his head, giving a frustrated huff, Donatello grabbed his Bo Staff and sprinted out of his lab, through the living room, ignoring whatever Raph may be saying to him,

"Not now Raphael, one of my inventions got stolen and I have to get it back before it can be used for anymore trouble!"

He doesn't see the look Raph gives him, Donatello heading straight to the door of their lair. He runs at least halfway down the tunnel before he skids to a stop. Hand slaps his forehead, Donatello realising he forgot to do something very important before heading out. Spinning on his heels, he quickly sprints back, as fast as his legs can take him, yelling out as he reaches the lair once more,

"Raphael! I'm sorry, I didn't forget my promise - I'm just not used to asking," He states, breathing hard from the sudden sprint, "But, can you come with me to get it back?" He offers them a smile, trying to ignore his stupid pride and stupider ego, "I'll need your help, please Raphael?"

| Muse interaction

Sometimes you see something that just triggers an old faint memory and you find yourself going down a path. It was Splinters book of artist that did it for Raphael. They were meant to be cleaning up the lair today Raph was charged with the living room. Mostly because Only Don could touch his lab if he was even cleaning and only Mikey could touch the kitchen. Idly dusting the book shelf he dropped the familiar book on the ground. Book landing on it's spine forced the covers open and pages apart to a picture of the Mona Lisa. It was Raphael's favorite funny enough. Duster set under his arm as he bent down to pick the book up he vaguely recalled when he was just a little turtle circling this image. Smiling to himself as eyes trailed to the following page talking about it. Recalling when he and Don would sit together and Don would read out what the pages said well Raph looked at the pictures of each art piece in the book.

They would sit for hours like that Raph just wanting to admire all the art in the pages listening as Don read what the book had to offer. Course it was never enough so Raph needed to know well everything he could about the painting the artist, the style everything that he could behind it. Don liked to read so it never seemed like he minded all that much. They were close always close a real dynamic duo one could say even. And things were good now but it took Donnie being turned into a kid again for Raph to notice the distant that came between them. But it's true things had sort of changed since the fights. Well more the one Raph started.

How many times had he nearly seen them die? Raph didn't want a real answer to his question when it crossed his mind but it only got worse. Raph loved his twin he loved all his brothers he and Don just had a closer bond and maybe it was because they called themselves twins. That Raphael had grow so frustrated and furious with his twin about how they handled their inventions getting stolen. Going off on his own never giving them any idea of what was going on, yeah sure Don inventions were dangerous Raphael could tell you that himself considering the times he's been a victim to them. But for Don to run off with out a word because he couldn't handle a mistake that wasn't even his fault being known? It was just too big a fear Raph couldn't handle that one day Don would die. Get him self killed over a heap of junk metal and circuit boards. And for what!

Some stupid invention?

To Raph at least it was that way, nothing but heaps of trash repurposed into well whatever Don seemed to think up it felt like nearly. Raph didn't care for how smart Don was though. And yeah he was smart and often it amazed others how smart a mutant turtle could be and seemed Don fed off of that when given the praise. Raph cared for his twin who used to sit with him for hours looking at this same book. Because...he didn't want to only have that memory and not his brother. Maybe Raphael was a little more on the sentimental side than he wanted to admit. Considering he turned and started hating on anything Don made.

Suddenly he hears feet padding quickly against the floor lifting his head up he spots Donatello in a obvious hurry? Moving to close the book and end his trip down memory lane as he sets the book back in place.

"Jezz Donatello, I know cleaning sucks but ya don't have to literally run away from doing it." Raphael's quips a little, clearly Don wasn't aware of what much was going on around him it was clear in how he was charging outta of the lair with his bo staff ready even. Odd?

"Not now Raphael, one of my inventions got stolen and I have to get it back before it can be used for anymore trouble!"

Again? Was Raph first thought letting his face fall into pure disbelief. "Are you kidding me!" He yelled but his voice fell on deaf ears it seemed because Don was gone not long after making his way down the tunnels to hunt down whoever stole his invention this time. A firm huff gave out as Raph tossed the feather duster to the ground promptly taking a seat on the couch. "So much for his so called promise."

Raphael grumbled over to himself, sure he knew what they were up to. And sure nothing was stopping him from following after or grabbing Leo and Mikey to trail after Don either. Raphael could do either and Don couldn't stop them from helping him it was the fact he point blank told him what happened and didn't seem to recall what he had promised Raphael! Then fine he wasn't going to help Don could go get himself killed for all he cared. Though for as mad as he wanted to be it crept that fear into his mind again. He shook his head and tried to stay mad though! They talked about this! Don was even a jerk to him after for something not his own fault so what was he just going back on that promise? Raphael slightly growled annoyed doing everything to not just chase right after them.

"If you're gonna get yourself killed go ahead but I aint having a front row seat." Raphael breathes in deeply keeping his mind set he could be just as stubborn after all. Didn't care how that weird tingle started to settling over his wrists how his mind started to whisper his fears into his mind. How his throat was growing dry and his eyes felt like tears could fall. The tingle in his wrists started to hurt?

Pulling his arms from how they were, slowly lowering his arms to look over his wrist rubbing his thumb against it hoping it would sooth the pain. It was hard to explain it wasn't that bad a pain like if something hit but it hurt a lot? almost like a cramp? Maybe..maybe he should just go after his brother? Seemed he didn't need to weigh his thoughts on it long though.

"Raphael! I'm sorry, I didn't forget my promise - I'm just not used to asking,"

Raphael hadn't even heard them come into the room when did they turn back around? He just blankly stared at his brother as they spoke up. Watching them try and catch their breath again.

"did you run back?" Raphael asked a bit to quietly to be heard as Don seems to get in enough air to keep talking.

"But, can you come with me to get it back?"

He didn't answer right away he's not sure why normal he have a snarky remark to give or anything really maybe he was just honestly surprise that Donatello was keeping his word to him. He can't explain the feeling coming over him? Maybe he felt a tad guilty for not trusting Donatello would at least try for him?

"I'll need your help, please Raphael?"

"Jeez didn't think help was a word ya knew Donatello." Raph remarks, smiling back to his twin trying to show no hard feelings and well using the humor to cover other things he didn't need to be seen himself. Up off the couch and easily pulling his sai out from his belt and holding the prongs between his fingers to show he was ready. "Guess the only cleaning were doing is mopping the floor with the lame brain that stole from you." another joke falling out from his beak easily. Moving to join him and giving a nudge of his arm against their own. "Come on lets get going stop holding up the door frame longer we take the longer it'll be till we can get back and clean." he pauses a moment "well actually maybe thats okay."

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ you think first i hit first aflockoffeathers]#[87 verse]#muse interactions #ic reply #stayed qeued #tw: anxiety mentioned #((i didnt mean for the angst but here we are uwu he is proud of you though Donnie ;3;))

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Donatello Fanfiction- Oneshot

"Guys quit messing around, they're getting away!" Leo yelled. Raph and Mikey were tying up the two robbers they'd stopped a few blocks down. Three more of the men had managed to run off into the crowd. Leo knew if they didn't stop them at the upcoming turn it would be difficult to catch them without being seen.

When the men took a turn, Leo smiled. It was down a street he knew pretty well. They could cut them off without a crowd. When he pitched over the last building, he could hear grunts of pain coming from the other side. Raph and the others finally caught up, leaning over the building just in time to see another person dressed in black, taking out the men they were trying to stop. With one powerful punch, the robber hit the opposite wall, knocking out cold.

"Woah!"

Mikey's excited scream caught the person's attention.

Their head raised, and Leo took the opportunity to jump down. He wasn't sure if this guy was friend or foe. His brothers followed, and the figure backpedaled.

"Listen, we're not going to hurt you. It looks like we were after the same people."

He could tell by the way the person stood that they were still very much unnerved. Leo took a cautious step forward. "I know that you must be-" he didn't have a chance to finish the sentence, because they fired a punch, which he dodged.

"Hey! We're on the same side!" Ignoring the statement, the individual continued to fight back, and when the last punch connected, Leo was shocked when he was forced against the wall at the force. Whoever this was had knocked the wind right out of him. He fell to the ground, a bit disoriented. When he finally regained his wits, he stood up slowly.

"He's strong guys be careful." Leo warned. Raph, Donnie and Mikey circled.

"Alright, don't ya go getting ideas. We don't want to hurt ya." As they moved to fire another attack, Donnie shot out one of his rope launchers. It wrapped around the figure's torso, bounding their hands at their sides. The body hit the floor with a thud, and the noises of struggle was all Leo heard. He straightened, rubbing his sore stomach.

"D-Damn it let me go you bastards!" Leo was stunned at the feminine voice. It sounded pretty young too. Reaching over he pulled off the hood, surprised at the girl before him.

"No way she's a girl!" Mikey shouted. You glared up at them, pissed.

"Just wait until I get out of this I'll punch your lights out! " Why the hell are you guys so big anyway, and buff. Kinda hot." you muttered that last part when your eyes landed on the one in purple. He shifted at your stare, and Mikey was cheering. "Dude she's definitely joining the team."

"Shut up Mikey!"

You frowned, forcing yourself upright. Donnie and Raph took a step back, and you started yelling, freeing yourself of the rope. It ripped like a piece of paper, and Leo's eyes grew wide. How were you so strong? Your hands raised in front of your face, watching them carefully. Regular thugs you could take, but these guys, you had no idea what they were.

Still, you weren't going to just lie down and get beaten.

"Leo what do we do?" Donnie was out of ideas. Anything else that he had to subdue you probably wouldn't hold, and you were just defending yourself. They weren't sure how to approach without causing harm, or being harmed.

"What are you?" you questioned.

"We should be asking you the same question. I've never met a human with your strength." The cocky smirk on your lips really reminded Leo of Raph.

"I was born like this, comes in handy when douchebags like that try to take advantage of other people." you gestured to the unconscious bandits.

"But you guys, you're those vigilantes that have been running around, I heard talk. But I thought it was just a rumor." you stared, and they were still standing at a distance.

"Michelangelo at your service." The one in orange said with a grin bowing. You smile a little, eyes falling back on purple.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" Leo expected more of a reaction, you were taking it pretty well.

"Please, I'm from Central City, I've seen weirder stuff. Sorry about the stomach punch. You just really surprised me. "

Leo sheathed his blades slowly. "It's alright. I'm Leonardo."

"Name's (Y/N), nice to meet you."

And that was the beginning of a very interesting partnership.

~~~

"What are you working on handsome." Donnie almost dropped his magnifying glass, clearing his throat and stepping away. You just smiled, watching the way he nervously fidgeted with the items on the desk.

"I-I'm fixing the cameras we have set up around the city. After the power outage, a few of them went out. It's important that I keep them running."

You weren't sure how long it had been. Weeks, probably months. After your meeting, you started working with the turtles. At first, you were a bit skeptical. Because even though they seemed like good guys, it wasn't in your nature to trust strangers. But as you continued on your night trips protecting the city, you kept running into them. So eventually, you all teamed up. It worked out pretty well too. You gained a family, at least now you weren't out there on your own anymore. You were strong, but not invincible. It was nice having back up.

Mikey was a very interesting individual. Raph, he was like your twin brother. You both loved breaking stuff, and pissing off Leo.

Donnie, well he was something else. Maybe it was his intelligence, or his adorable shyness. Or even those nerdy glasses. Whatever it was, it had you hooked. You always enjoyed being in the lair, because it meant more time making Donnie flustered. He always got nervous at your advances, and you absolutely loved his reactions.

Pure gold.

"Since you're so good at fixing stuff, I have a little problem of my own." That caught his attention, he placed the items down, giving you his full attention. You could already see him flipping on his goggles and scanning you for any internal problems.

"I can't seem to find anything wrong with you. Your vitals are functioning as normal. Heart rate steady, blood pressure moderate, lung capacity-" you took a step forward, and he backed up against the desk in surprise. "It's not that kind of problem." you whisper. He pulled his goggles off, swallowing.

"W-What k-kind of p-problem is it?"

"There's this guy, I've been trying everything, but I can't get him to make a move.." you bit your lip, staring into his beautiful emerald eyes. "What do I do.." You had him trapped between you and the desk, no chance of him running off like all the other times. At his height, he had to look down. You were standing on your toes to match his height. When your eyes flickered to lips, he nearly had a heart attack.

"(Y-Y/N)!"

"Yes." Donnie wasn't sure what to say. All those days spending with you, he thought flirting was just in your nature. But now that he thought about, you were never like this with any of his other brothers.

"Maybe she really does.." he shook his head, banishing the thought. He was a mutant, and you were human. In no world would such a relationship work out. Besides, you weren't serious about it. To you this was probably just a good pastime.

"Donnie?" You could tell something changed. His eyes lowered to the floor, and he took you by the shoulders, gently pushing you back.

"I have to get back to work." He didn't look at you, just headed for his room. You just watched him go, feeling crummy. You wrapped your hand around your body a bit self consciously. He must have really not liked you to just push you away like that. "Whatever, I don't care." If he really wasn't interested, you would just give up. It wasn't worth the heartache, honestly.

~~~

"We have to be careful this time. Their security is a lot better than what we've dealt with so far. All we're doing is immobilizing the men, Lieutenant Vncent is going to handle the rest." You nod at Leo's instructions, pulling the black mask over your eyes.

"Let the games begin."

Everyone started to fall out, and as you moved to jump down the building, Donnie offered you a hand. You just brushed it off, doing a backflip and landing easily on your feet at the bottom. "I've got it." you muttered in annoyance. It was bad enough he basically rejected you last time, but he wanted to act like the whole thing didn't happen.

The entire time you were beating yourself up. You weren't the most beautiful person in the world, but hell you weren't ugly either. Maybe he was just used to being around people like April. There was no way you could compare to that.

Your current mission was to shoot down a weapon transport. A bunch of criminals thought it was a good idea to start operating off Shredder's old territory. Idiots.

NYPD intercepted a deal that was about to take place, and of course Leo offered his assistance. So here you all were at an old construction site.

From your spot you could see a car pull up, and Leo signalled to the others who were already surrounding the building. You all had been there for half an hour. Leo wanted to get everyone of them. So when Donnie clarified that the last of them were there, they sneaked inside. You followed Leo, ducking and slipping through a half broken door on the other side.

"Are you sure this is top notch, my boss will be pissed if you don't deliver on your deal." The thugs were discussing the merchandise, while Raph and Mikey were quietly taking out the body guards set up at different points around the building. You almost let out a laugh when you saw the one Raph grabbed from not too far away. It looked so comical. He caught your eyes, smiling and giving a thumbs up. You just shook your head. When Leo nodded, you realized now it was safe to show yourself.

"Boys, boys, boys." you spoke catching all their attention. They spun around drawing their guns.

"Uh uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man in front of you started laughing.

"This kid thinks she can come here and takes us down. Run home to your mommy brat." You frowned.

"That's no way to talk to a lady." You pulled out the tonfas strapped at the sides of your boots with a grin.

"Let's have a little fun shall we." you grinned. When you ran straight at them they started firing and you blocked every bullet easily. You could hear the bullets bouncing off the metal, and as you got close enough, you swiped, taking down the first male. He grunted, gun flying from his palm as he crashed to the floor.

Leo came down, tying up the last bodyguard. "I thought I said no theatrics, in and out (Y/N)." you shrugged your shoulders when Leo raised his fist, knocking out the man who tried to sneak up behind him. "Couldn't help myself." you laughed when he rolled his eyes, turning to the remaining men who were just standing there in fear.

Raph and Mikey finally joined you in the main area.

"Ready for some turtle butt kicking!!" Mikey hollered. One of the guys right in front of him dropped his gun that had run out of ammo. He screamed out, running straight at Mikey, and you laughed when he knocked into his chest falling back on the ground. Mikey didn't even have to lift a finger, he knocked himself out.

"Woah..no hands!"

You giggle, falling out to deal with any men that might have gotten away. Leo was checking the area doing the same. Pretty soon you could hear the police sirens. Probably Lieutenant Vincent.

As you got to the back, you could see Donnie bounding an unconscious man. He raised when he heard you walking closer. "I think that's the last of them." He spoke. You nod, and as you opened your mouth to tell him that it's about time to leave, you catch a red dot at the back of his head. Your eyes widen. "DONNIE! Your scream alerts him that something is wrong, and he doesn't register the problem, because your body collides with his roughly and the sound of a gun firing echoes.

You both hit the floor roughly, and Donnie takes a moment to catch himself. When he sees the blood, his heart stops cold. You're lying on the floor, unmoving. Another bullet goes off and this time he can tell where, blocking it with his bo staff. He catches the assailant through the broken glass, he's trying to reload his weapon. Donnie taps on the gadget on his shoulder, and the small drone disengages from his backpack, firing off in the direction of the sniper. The man doesn't have a chance to get a next shot, because the robot lands on his shirt and releases an electric current. Painful yells fill the area before he hears the thud of his body. Now that the threat is gone, Donnie turns back to you. Raph and the others finally show up, all yelling out for you and Donnnie. When they get there the shock and fear is obvious.

"Is she.." Mikey's voice breaks, blue almost shaking.

"Get her to Vincent, Now!" Leo doesn't mean to be harsh, he's just as scared as everyone else. But if they waste time panicking, then there's a chance it'll be too late. He knows Vincent will do all in her power to save you. Donnie lifts you into his arms, and he can see the bullet wound. It's in your stomach. He ignores it, now isn't the time. As he rushes off, all he can think is how much he regrets not answering your question that day. He'd give anything to do it right now, because there is a chance that there won't be a later.

~~~

"There's no need to worry. The doctors say she'll make a full recovery. " Leo's not sure he's ever held his breath that long. After speeding you to the hospital, all four turtles were waiting anxiously on the roof, hoping that you were fine. Lieutenant Vincent has just provided them with the good news, and now it feels like they can breathe easy.

"The bullet went right through, and thankfully it didn't hit anything vital. It might take her a while, but I suggest she take a break from the crime fighting for the time being." Leo can't agree more, and Vincent gives him a reassuring pat on the arm.

"Great work today." she says softly. She nods to the rest of them, turning and heading for the staircase. As the door closes behind her, they all let out a sigh.

"Thank goodness." Mikey mumbles. Usually he's ready with a witty joke, but at the moment, he can't really think of one, so he drops down on his butt, all the stress of waiting finally gone.

"S-She saved my life." Donnie whispers. At the point in time he kept going over why you would do something so reckless. He had his shell for protection, surely a bullet would have been nothing to him. But after he calculated the angle of the shot, it made sense. The sniper was attempting a head shot. That would have definitely killed him.

"Why do ya sound so surprised. Of course she would. " Raph knows you'd do it for any of them in a heartbeat. "She'd risk her life for anyone of us, especially you dumnut."

There's more to the statement that he realizes, and when he looks over at Raph, Donnie understands.

"She cares about ya a lot. Maybe if ya took ya head out of those computers you'd see it. " Raph doesn't say much more, he turned his back, running and jumping unto the other building. There isn't much they can do now but wait for your recovery. Leo pats Donnie's shoulder, following after Raph. Mikey isn't too far behind. Donnie stands there for a moment, processing all that's happened. This is one situation he can't solve with logic. That's for sure.

~Four Weeks Later~

"For the last time I'm completely healed up. So when can I get back out there?" you give Leo the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. He just looks completely unimpressed.

"Donnie?" you gasped.

"W-Why are you asking Donnie! He's biased! I want a fair trial!" you demand.

"According to my statistics, your wound will heal more effectively if you refrain from any strenuous activity for the next two months. You'll be as healthy as a horse."

"TWO MONTHS ARE YOU SHITTING ME!!"

Leo just folds his arms. "You heard it, no activity for two months. " Leo is already walking off, and Splinter is standing in the background watching it all unfold. Deciding this is your last resort, you fire your puppy eyes at Splinter. "Pwease!" you push out your lips for maximum effect, and he just clears his throat.

"Donatello's statistics are usually very accurate." he turns quickly and your mouth just hangs open.

"Damn it!"

When you got out of the hospital, the boys were cautious, they babied you constantly at the beginning. For a while you liked it, especially having Donnie's attention. He was with you day and night, helping nurse you back to health.

At certain points you felt bad, because you knew he was just doing it because of a heavy conscience. It wasn't out of care, but guilt. Finally tired of being bed ridden, you were ready to get back out there. But they refused to let you.

You sent a glare at Donnie, storming off. This meant you were back to being stuck in the lair. When you got to Donnie's room you just wanted to punch something. With your strength you would most likely shatter it to pieces, so you refrained. You walked in, slowly trailing to the mirror. You just stared at your reflection for a while.

Reaching for the bottom of your shirt, you lifted it, watching the scar that was forming from the wound, just below your bust. "Stupid scar, I'm perfectly fine." you grumbled. When you heard the door close behind you, you jumped. Donnie was standing there, and you realized that he must have seen the wound. You shoved the shirt down hurriedly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude, I was just checking to make sure you're okay. "

You frowned. You were done accepting his pity too. Now it just irritated you.

"You don't have to worry about me Donnie. I'm fine." you snarl.

"I know that you're angry but we're just trying to-"

"I-I don't care!" you shouted. You huffed, already at your last strand of patience.

"Y-You don't have to keep checking in on me. You don't have to pretend to care about me anymore okay. I didn't take that bullet just for you too feel sorry for me so you can stop now. "

"What are you saying of course I care about you."

"IT'S NOT THE SAME!!" you hated that you were yelling at him. He hadn't really done anything wrong. You couldn't force him to feel the same.

"It's not the same.." you mutter this time, and you can feel the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"I love you Donatello. I-I've been in love with you for months.." you finally said it. No more flirting, or playful nudges. You flat out said it. You sobbed, unable to stop the tears now.

"W-When I saw that light on you I was so scared I thought I-I'd never get the chance to say that to you. I know you don't feel the same I just..I don't want your pity love. I want the real thing and I-" he crossed the floor, cupping your cheeks, and you breath stopped the moment his lips touched yours. Everything froze. Time, your body, your heart. It wasn't a deep kiss, just the brief touching of lips. As quickly as it happened, he pulled away, eyes searching yours.

"I do feel the same way, I-I just thought that it was impossible for you to actually feel that way. Not for someone like me."

"Someone like you..." What the hell did he mean by that.

"I'm a mutant (Y/N). I've gone over this inside and out. I've worked out every possible equation, and none of them seem to lead to this working out. I just thought it would be easier if I stopped it, before anything could happen. "

He was such a scientist.

"I don't care about equations Donnie, or what you are. All I care about is the guy I fell in love with. The sweet, intelligent, caring, sexy person that is Donatello. Nothing else matters to me."

He was blushing, you were sure of it. "Did I mention freaking adorable." you smiled when he avoided your eyes bashfully.

"All I really know is I want you Donnie, I've wanted you for so long." he gulped, and you raised, pulling him in for another kiss. This one was all want on your part. You could tell Donnie was struggling to keep up. Your hand pressed to his chest, and you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips. He jolted when he felt your hands sliding down. He pulled back just as you unlatched the panel at his waist. It dropped to the floor, and he stared at you, breathless.

"W-What are you doing!"

The look in your eyes wasn't one he was used to. It wasn't like the playful smirks you sent him when you were teasing. This was lust, yearning, longing..love.

"I want to feel you Donnie...every piece of you." you were reaching for him, hands going up and removing his goggles. He just stood there, watching as you slowly freed him of all his gadgets. All he managed to do was breathe. When they were all gone, you looked at him. You took his hand, placing it on your waist. You could feel the slight tremble in his hands. "It's okay Donnie, you can touch me.." he flexed his hand, checking to see if this was even real. The softness of your skin couldn't be an illusion. You slowly backed up, taking him with you to the bed. Climbing unto the mattress, Donnie followed, mesmerized by the look in your eyes.

"We don't have to go all the way...I just really want to feel you." He nodded, covering your body with his own, and this time he initiated the kiss. You hummed, loving every minute of it. He was careful not to apply to much of his weight. When you felt his hand going under your shirt, you swore you were on cloud nine. Shy nerdy Donnie's was finally taking the lead, and it was a million times better than you'd ever imagined. His hand was trailing up higher, and just before he could get to your bust, he stopped. You whined in disappointment. He pulled back, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

"I-Is this really okay?" you could tell he was still tentative.

"T-This is all happening so fast...m-maybe we should stop. Y-You're still recovering after all."

"Donnie please don't..."you bucked your hips into his, gasping when you felt him begin to harden. Since he was pressed right into you, it was almost impossible not to feel it. He lost his composure for a brief second, clenching his fist into the sheets.

"Don't stop.." you breathed. He apparently didn't need much more convincing. You could see the way his eyes were dilated. He wasn't going to back out again, not anymore. Now that he knew how much you wanted this, wanted him, he could finally give in. There was no need to protect himself, because your looks, it was all the convincing he needed. It was enough.

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webrokethe4thwall · 4 years

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(just got done reading the rules) can you write a one shot where raph gets sick with a stomach bug as a little turtle tot?

Caught a Bug

Raph woke up slowly but not in a good way. His stomach felt tight, too full and too empty at the same time. His mouth was dryer than Donnie’s sense of humor. It was hard for him to lift his head from his pillow, let alone the rest of him from bed. His body ached all over, and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Any movement at all made him feel dizzy and nauseated. All in all, the seven-year-old snapping turtle felt awful. He wanted to go back to sleep.

“Boys! Time for breakfast!” Splinter shout was loud enough to fully awaken Raph.

Not wanting to worry his family by skipping breakfast, Raph got up. When a chill ran up his shell, he pulled his thick red sweatshirt over his head then sluggishly made his way down to the kitchen. It was a miracle he didn’t tumble down the steps with how heavy his body felt! Taking a moment to regain his balance, the snapping turtle paused at the kitchen door to watch his younger run past him in a frenzy as their father set the table.

“Morning,” Raph mumbled, rubbing at his eyes and swaying on his feet.

“Good morning, Red,” Splinter greeted his eldest son. He glanced at the snapping turtle mutant and gave him a worried look. “Although, you do not look so good right now. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I slept fine,” Raph said with a shrug. He actually wanted to go back to bed. However, he didn’t want to worry his family, even if he felt like absolute garbage with his stomach twisting in every direction.

Splinter hummed, giving Raph another once over and carefully sniffing the air around him. The rat mutant opened his mouth to say something, but Donnie started pounding on Leo for shoving him into the wall. It was enough to give anyone a headache with the way Leo was yelling “It was an accident!” the entire time. With Splinter’s attention drawn away by his brothers’ middle-child nonsense, Raph lifted himself up to the table next to Mikey. His stomach gurgled loudly and a wave of nausea hit that the snapping turtle found difficult to fight down.

Mikey gave Raph a concerned look and said, “Maybe you if to eat you’ll feel better.”

Mikey could be right, but with the way Raph’s stomach flip-flopped at the thought of food… The snapping turtle shrugged and glanced at what Splinter had made for breakfast. Scrambled eggs loaded with cheese and veggies, bacon piled high, bananas sliced up in a bowl, and a plate of toast sat upon the table. The sight and smells were overwhelming.

One a normal day, Raph would usually pile as much food onto his plate as he could get away with, but right now it was all too much. The way the cheese oozed around the eggs made his stomach churn. He could smell the grease that was starting to congeal on the bacon. The bananas were riper than his fear stink. The only thing Raph thought he could tolerate was the toast. It wasn’t fair! Pop’s scrambled eggs were the best!

Splinter successfully broke up Donnie and Leo and got them settled at the table. While they and Mikey eagerly plated their meal, Raph reluctantly grabbed a piece of toast. He stared at the lightly burnt slice of bread for longer than he truly needed to and carefully took a bite. It was a struggle to even swallow the toast with how dry his mouth was.

Splinter, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey stared at him in shock. Splinter rounded the table and felt his eldest son’s forehead and immediately pulled his hand back. Raph had a fever. Turtles were cold-blooded and not supposed to get fevers, but since his sons were mutated with human DNA, they didn’t follow that law of nature. His eldest son was sick.

“Raphael,” Splinter said softly, rubbing the snapping turtle’s cheek, “what is wrong?”

Raph wilted into Splinter’s hand. He didn’t want his dad to worry! But he couldn’t lie, not when Pops used his name like that.

“My belly just hurts a little is all…” he answered.

An acidic taste began to rise from his throat, and Raph knew what that meant. He snatched a cup of water from the table and took a gulp to keep the sensation at bay.

“You sure, Raph?” Donnie asked, pushing his glasses up to examine his older brother.

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. He leaned on top of Donnie to get closer. “You look greener than normal.”

Raph shook his head quickly and stuttered, “I’m o-o—urk!”

The snapping turtle slammed his hands over his nose and mouth. The smells were too much. He shouldn’t have shaken his head that fast. The acidic taste was getting worse. Raph couldn’t fight it any longer. He ran to the bathroom, vaguely aware of Splinter calling out to him.

Raph barely lifted the toilet seat up before his stomach finally gave the great lurch. Sharp, vile, and burning from the bottom of his throat to the tip of his nose, he retched as his stomach contents emptied into the bowl. Tears pricked at the poor child’s eyes from the pain and humiliation. The smell was more foul than any stink he’d given off in his life, and the I-just-puked-stink he was giving off now was awful. A hand rested on his shell as the vomiting eased to dry heaves. Raph looked up to see Splinter frowning in concern.

“Let’s brush your teeth and get you back to bed,” Splinter said, lifting his son to his feet.

Raph wiped at his mouth, grimacing at the sick that soaked into his sleeve. His mouth felt fresher after brushing his teeth, but his stomach still rebelled against his body and he was tired. Splinter carried the snapping turtle to his room, replaced his soiled sweatshirt with comfy pajamas, and tucked him into bed.

“I-I couldn’t hold it in anymore,” Raph said shakily. “Pops, why’m I sick?”

“It’s okay, Red,” Splinter placed a hand on the snapping turtle’s shoulder. “Sometimes we just get sick and need help getting better. And right now it looks like you have a stomach bug that needs to be taken care of.”

“I hate bugs!” Raph shuddered. Bugs were as bad as puppets!

“I know you do,” Splinter laughed. “I’ll find something that will help get rid of it. Just sit tight and rest.” He patted Raph’s head then left his son’s room. He saw the other three turtles loitering just outside the doorway. “Purple, Blue, Orange, I need you three to keep an eye on Red for a little while. He isn’t feeling well, and I’m going to get him something to help with his stomach. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Donnie, Leo, and Mikey watched Splinter throw on his “Randall” disguise and slip out of the Lair. The three gave each other a nod before splitting up. Donnie headed to the living room, Leo went to the laundry room, and Mikey dove into the bedrooms. It wasn’t often that they got sick with anything beyond a cold, but the turtles knew how to help make their big brother feel better.

Raph rolled over in his bed with a groan. His belly felt awful! Every little movement made him want to—“Blergh!”—made him hurl. Why did he feel like this? He was just fine yesterday! Now he was puking, aching, dizzy, and tired. He couldn’t tell if the sharp odor in the air was vomit or his sick-stink. The snapping turtle closed his eyes, curling up in a ball and wanting Splinter to come back already.

When something soft thumped against his head, Raph cracked an eye open. Mikey was tossing stuffed animals and pillows onto his bed. Donnie tied the bag in his trashcan, replaced it, and carried the sick away with a pair of kitchen tongs. Leo stumbled in with his arms laden with blankets and sheets. Raph slowly pulled himself to sit upright and stared at his brothers with concern.

“Guys, Pops said I’ve got a stomach bug,” the eldest turtle warned. “You’re gonna get sick too if you’re here!” The last thing he wanted was his little brothers to catch what he had.

“Dad told us to keep an eye on you,” Donnie shrugged, booting up his secondhand laptop as he sat at Raph’s side. “So we’re making a blanket fort to watch movies in.”

“We’re not gonna watch you be sick and be bored at the same time,” Leo said from where he stood on the edge of Raph’s bed, hanging blankets and sheets in a tent overhead. “So pick a good movie before Donnie plays a documentary or something else lame.”

Donnie glared up at his younger twin but did nothing beyond that. It was very telling how concerned he was for their big brother that he didn’t start arguing with Leo that his documentaries weren’t lame.

“But I don’t want you guys puking up your spleens,” Raph countered.

His belly really hurt from all the retching, and his brothers didn’t need to go through that. Speaking of, Raph pitched forward as his stomach once again revolted against him. He dry-heaved into the waste bin Donnie shoved into his hands.

“Do you really want us to go?” Mikey asked sadly. His eyes shined from his best puppy-dog pout.

“No…,” Raph mumbled. He took one look at his baby brother, saw all the effort his siblings were putting into helping him feel better, and replaced the trashcan clutched to his chest with a teddy bear. The snapping turtle felt awful and scared and didn’t want to be alone. He wanted his brothers to stay.

Mikey immediately brightened. He climbed up onto the bed to rearrange the pillows and stuffed animals around the fort. What good was a blanket fort if it wasn’t comfy? Leo dropped a blanket over each of his brothers’ shoulders, and all four drew closer together as Donnie started a Jupiter Jim movie. Raph lay on a pillow incline, pulling his blanket up to cover everything but his eyes. Donnie and Leo lay on either side of him, and Mikey draped himself over the snapping turtle’s spikey shell. Raph finally felt warm.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when Jupiter Jim and Red Fox were separated by alien robot vampires, that Raph felt his stomach flop once again. He shot out of the pillow fort and tumbled out of bed for the trashcan set just by the edge. Mikey fell back with a shout, but Donnie caught him without hesitation. The snapping turtle retched and dry-heaved. He just wanted to be better already! A sob escape from the snapping turtle as he tightened his grip on the trashcan. Leo slipped down from the bed and rubbed Raph’s trembling shoulders.

That was the scene Splinter walked into when he returned to the Lair—Raph sobbing with Leo at his side, Mikey and Donnie fighting tears of their own as they clung to each other, and all of them turning to him as though he had the answer to end this suffering. It was true that the rat mutant’s arms were laden with plastic bags filled with bottles of ginger ale, a special rehydration drink, and liquid Pepto-Bismol. However, he wasn’t sure if any of them would work for a mutated snapping turtle, but he had to try for the sake of his ailing child. Splinter placed the bags on the ground then knelt by Raph’s side.

“Purple, Blue, Orange, go wash your hands,” Splinter ordered gently. “I’ll take over from here.” After watching Donnie and Mikey slip off of the bed and trudge slowly after Leo out of the room, Splinter focused completely on Raph and hefted the snapping turtle into his arms. “Alright, Little Red, back into bed. I’ve got some medicine and drinks that will help your belly feel better.”

“What is it?” Raph whimpered, balking at the thought of drinking anything regardless of how thirsty he felt. He’d just puke it back up again!

“The pharmacist said to take one capful of this medicine every hour to help manage the puking,” Splinter explained, laying Raph back inside the pillow fort, “and to drink some ginger ale and this special juice to help keep you hydrated.” He poured some ginger ale into a cup on the bedside table, handing it and a small medicine cup full of pink liquid to his son. “Take small sips.”

Raph held the medicine cup to his mouth, squeezed his eyes shut, and gulped it down. He gaged on the taste—like those heart candies they had found in the dumpsters after Valentine’s Day—and immediately sipped the ginger ale. The fizzy drink was welcomed, soothing his throat and dry mouth.

Now all Raph felt now was tired. His eyes grew heavier by the second, and with Splinter rubbing his head and humming, the snapping turtle didn’t stand a chance for staying awake. He sank into the pillows and stuffed animals that had remained from the emergency exit he made, and a blanket was tucked around his shoulders. It wasn’t long before Raph was fully asleep.

After he was sure his son was asleep, Splinter closed up the fort as best he could and left to check on Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. They had been worried about their brother when he had sent them out earlier, and they deserved an update. He didn’t need to search for them for very long. They were sitting across the atrium in Leo’s doorway, huddled together with their eyes glued on Raph’s room.

“You three did a very good job watching over Red while I was gone,” Splinter praised his children. He smiled at each of them. “He is sleeping now, so I want you all to be very quiet for him.”

“That should be easy enough,” Donnie said. It was easy enough for him to tinker quietly in his budding lab, and surely his younger brothers had some games in the arcade that wouldn’t cause disruption to Raph’s sleep.

“Is Raphie gonna be okay, Dad?” Mikey asked.

Leo followed up by asking, “And is what he has contagious?”

“He should be better in a day or two with plenty of rest,” Splinter said. “However, I don’t know how contagious he is at the moment. Don’t touch your eyes or mouths after being around Red without washing your hands. Did you all wash them like I told you?” He sighed in relief when he received three nods. “Good.”

Hours later, Raph woke up feeling better than he had that morning. His stomach was still cramping, and his body still ached; but the snapping turtle didn’t feel exhausted after just waking up. His mouth felt dry, though. He saw a bottle of the special juice Splinter got for him on his nightstand. Picking up the bottle, Raph read “Pedialyte Cherry Punch” on the label. He didn’t really care for cherries but, remembering his father’s advice, took small sips anyway. He still felt like puking, but he managed to get down a few mouthfuls before putting the bottle back on the nightstand.

A moment later, his father and little brothers peeked into his room. Mikey carried a plate with a slice of perfectly tanned plain toast and an unpeeled banana and placed it beside the bottle on the nightstand. Splinter gave the snapping turtle a once over.

“How are you feeling, Red?” Splinter asked.

“Still kinda puke-y,” Raph said slowly, “but I feel a little better.”

“It may take a day or two until that feeling goes away, son,” Splinter said. “Have some more medicine and try to eat some food.”

As Raph grimaced at the taste of Pepto-Bismol and slowly ate the toast to get rid of its flavor, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey crowded in front of him. They looked up at him with varying degrees of worry.

“Is there anything we can do for you, big brother?” Donnie asked.

Raph picked at the hem of the blanket pooling around his legs and shyly mumbled, “…Stay for a while?”

Splinter chuckled as his sons climbed onto Raph’s bed and reorganized the blanket fort so it would be more accommodating to the four turtle mutants and their rat-dad. Raph truly felt content when his father joined them and placed him on his lap, blanket wrapped over his head and teddy bear clutched to his chest. Donnie picked up the laptop from where it was tucked between the nightstand and bed and started up the Jupiter Jim movie from the beginning.

Raph felt lucky to have a family that cared so much about him. For the next two days, he had been sick. His brothers and Splinter were always checking in on him, making sure he was staying hydrated and eating, rubbing his shell or head when he did puke, and keeping him company when he asked. The snapping turtle got stir-crazy at times from how smothering his little brothers could be (He had to argue with Mikey to get out of bed to use the toilet!), but he knew it was all out of love. Raph usually did the same thing and coddled Donnie, Leo, and Mikey excessively if they so much as stubbed a toe. He was just happy that his brothers never caught what he had.

However, a few weeks after Raph recovered from his stomach bug, something weird happened with their dad. Splinter caught a fever, cranked the AC down to its lowest setting, and shaved off all of his fur. It was the most terrifying sight any of the young boys had ever borne witness to. Then he started attacking, cuddling, singing way off key, writing crossover fanfiction, and just freaking out all of the young turtles. It only stopped when they all yelled at Splinter to act normal again. He almost immediately complied! This sickness was later dubbed the rat-flu, and it would plague the five mutants more than any other sickness they would ever contract.

#anon request #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #sick fic #cross-posting on Ao3 and FFN #may your ink flow free and run ever present with your imagination #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #fanfiction #my fanfic #writing #my writing #turtle tots #vomit warning

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Honor Among Thieves Ch.10

The next morning, Aida was up early as always, preparing herself before she left to check up on her siblings. The girl was spritzing herself with Febreze, trying to mask some of the sewer smell that clung to her clothes.

Bonnie watched the girl get ready, and just as she was about to leave she slipped out of her sleeping area and snuck up to her. She was dressed to go as well. She tapped on the girls shoulder lightly, and quickly stepped over to her other shoulder as a joke.

Aida looked over the shoulder that was tapped and huffed when she saw no one there. Thinking it was someone else, she snapped to the other side, "Mik--oh! Bonnie?" She gave her a confused look, especially when she saw the girl was dressed. "Why are you up so early?"

Bonnie smirked at little when she successfully pulled off the prank. She chuckled, "I'm coming with you today. I need to stretch my legs, and get some fresh air."

She raised a brow at first but then shrugged in compliance. To be fair, Aida was shocked the girl had stayed down for as long as she did without complaining. "Alright," she tossed her the febreze and pointed. "Spray up! You'd be surprised what Orlan can sniff out."

Bonnie took the bottle and spritzed herself all over with it. "What is he, a dog?" She clicked her tongue.

Aida smirked, "He acts like one sometimes. Also if you need to smack them go ahead. They're teenaged boys after all."

Bonnie laughed again, and started walking towards the exit of the lair. "Will I be meeting anyone else from your family today? Kind of tired of hanging around teenage boys..." She sighed.

Aida cringed a little and shrugged, "My...little sister and her twin brother?" She began to make her way out of the lair and continued, "I'd say my dad, but even when he's home most of the time he's asleep."

"That sucks... You need a nanny." She pointed and teased.

Aida laughed a little and pointed at herself. "I was the nanny."

Bonnie smiled and crossed her arms. "It's funny because you remind me of my old nanny… A little bit."

Aida paused and furrowed her brow. "Wait...your family had enough money for a nanny?" She looked at her in complete shock. She didn't know much about Bonnie's family life; it seemed like a sore subject so she never tried to talk about it with her. And even though Bonnie had fancy clothes, she figured they were stolen just like most of the things in her apartment. Now she wasn't so sure...

"They probably still do." She shrugged and continued forward. "I don't know. I haven't seen them in a while."

She kept walking but could not hold her tongue. "Why not? If they're loaded why do you steal?"

"The same reason you do. To provide for myself." She said and hopped over a puddle of water. She turned and faced the Latina. "I know what you're thinking... I must be a spoiled little rich girl." She adverted her eyes and paused for a few seconds before perking up. "And I was! But that's just it; was."

"I dunno, you still kinda do act like one," Aida joked, trying to ease the air. "So...what happened? They didn't like your boyfriend or something?" She kicked at a crushed can.

Bonnie clicked her tongue, but smiled. "True... And no." She laughed. "I wasn't allowed to have boyfriends until I was older. Which meant never as long as I was under their roof."

Aida scoffed. "Fuck that. You must've been super angsty then huh?" Although Aida had had boyfriends in high school, she never got very far with them. She was very picky about who she would go out with for starters and she was terrified of pregnancy. So anytime her boyfriend’s got upset with her because she wouldn't go further, she would end it then and there.

Bonnie laughed more. "Noooo. I was actually very well behaved... For the most part." She smiled weakly.

Aida giggled and shook her head. "Alright, so you were kind of an angel. But you left becaaause...they were too over-bearing or something?"

Bonnie was now looking at her feet as she walked; deep in thought, her expression turned stern. She glanced at Aida and opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself. She sighed frustrated. "Something... like that." She lied.

The girl knew that tone; she had never heard Bonnie use it before, but she had heard it from her mother. It was the tone that said 'don't ask questions you don't want answers to'. Though in Bonnie's case she was sure it was not nearly as bad, but she decided to drop it anyway. Instead, she patted the girl's back. "Well, when we get to the surface, let's rebel and get some strawberries. Make those boys eat something that's not smothered in cheese for once."

Bonnie looked to her with a weak smile again, but soon after let out a little laugh. "Oh my god… Have you seen those videos? Where there's a tiny turtle trying to eat a giant strawberry?" She laughed again when trying to finish her thought. "I don't- I don't know why but, imaging them like that!-- " She laughed some more.

Aida cooed at the image and patted at Bonnie's arm excitedly. "Aww! Eso sería tan lindooo!" She turned to the girl and stated, "We're getting some then." She grinned at the image and giggled. "Dios mio, just think if big, scary Raphael struggled like that little turtle did!"

"Hehehe..." Bonnie took a breath to stop herself from laughing. She sighed again but it was more relaxed this time. "Speaking of the turtles… You seem to be getting pretty cozy with them." She nudged her in the arm.

Aida shrugged a bit, not thinking much about her comment. "Hey, they're cooler than I thought they'd be. Plus once you get pass the sewer smell, they're not too bad." She poked at Bonnie and grinned, "Raph totally likes you though."

Bonnie snorted. "If by ‘like’ you mean, ‘wants to throw me in jail’, then yeah. He likes me!" She shook her head. "I get it... he's a control freak, and since I stole from him, he lost control; but It's not like I'm gonna try it a third time!... Probably." She shrugged.

Aida held up her hands and jumped ahead of her. "Hey, I'm just sayin'! Little kids hit the ones they have a crush on. And if these guys have never experienced a crush before theeeen." She giggled and pointed at her. "I'll bet you one-hundred pesos he’ll try to kiss you in the future.”

"Eck!" She stuck out her tongue. "Can't even imagine how that would taste." She looked down in thought. "Probably salty…" She mumbled.

"And greasy too," She added and stopped to think. "In fact...I don't think I've seen any of them take a bath the whole time we've been here." She paused and pointed, "We're gettin' some soap and a ton of scrubbies."

"That whole lair needs a scrub if you ask me..." Bonnie mumbled.

Aida shuddered at the memory of some of the things she found. "What Splinter should have taught them was basic hygiene, not kung-fu."

Meanwhile, back down at the lair, Raphael was finally emerging from his room. He stretched his arms out before cracking his neck and getting to work. He did his warm-up before going right into his workout routine, ending it all by practicing the basic forms of ninjutsu. All-in-all, the whole process took a couple of hours, and it was then that he noticed just how quiet the lair was. He swaggered into the main room of his home, looking around.

Leonardo was reading an old looking book while Donatello and Michelangelo were playing a game of chess. Donnie, of course, was going very easy on the poor little brother, who looked to be in deep thought for once.

Finally, he figured out what had been missing. "Girls left?" He grunted.

"Mmhmm," Donatello answered.

"Even Bonnie?" He asked again, sitting on a small chair to watch the two battling brothers.

"Yeah, but it looks like she's with Aida." Leonardo looked up from his book and nodded at one of Donatello’s computer screens. The screen showed a map on it, and a pinpoint of Bonnie's tracker. It reside in the neighborhood the Latina lived in.

Michelangelo scratched at his head and groaned. "Augh... Why can't we play checkers? It's so much easier to get!"

Raphael looked at the electronic map and whistled, recognizing the part of town from the news. "Damn. Good thing they're going in the middle of the day," He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Because someone," Donatello looked at Raph when he spoke, "lost most of the pieces when he got mad."

"Hey, that was a bullshit move and you know it!" He pointed at his brother.

"It was perfectly fine and within the rules of the game!" Donnie argued. "You're just a sore loser."

Raphael crossed his arms, "Yeah well, you're a sore winner!"

Michelangelo groaned again, and leaned back in his chair. "This is so boring yo… I wish I was up there-" he frowned and pointed upwards at the ceiling. "With the girls!"

"Don't start..." Leo gave his younger brother a knowing look.

He huffed and crossed his arms. "It just sucks... April comes by so little now that I don't even notice; but with Aida coming back every day..." He paused for a moment. "I can smell the fresh day air on her, and feel the sun on her skin.”

Donatello reached forward and knocked on Mikey's head with a grin. "Wooow! You really do have a brain in there!" He chuckled and sat back down.

"And since when do you ever feel skin? You make it sound like the two of you cuddle," Raphael snorted. He did agree with some parts of what his brother said. Every time the Latina girl came back down, she brought new scents with her. Granted they had always been able to smell the city whenever they went to the surface, but they never knew what a home smelled like. Even that night when they had all been on the fire escape at Bonnie's apartment, the smell of the thief's abode wafted through the air; it had been rather intoxicating in a way.

Mikey clicked his tongue. "Me and Aida were way close until this guy," he pointed to Leo. "Made me put her in a Jiu Jitsu pin!"

"Heeey! I didn't make you do anything! You volunteered, and did bad all by yourself. Oh, and let’s not forget the ‘April is bae’ thing." He licked a finger to turn the page of his book.

Both Donatello and Raphael laughed at the memory and just how badly Michelangelo was ruining it for himself.

"Yeah, you really screwed it up with that line," Donatello chuckled. "But not as badly as Raph breaking Bonnie's nose."

"Hey!" His laughing stopped and he narrowed his eyes. "That was an accident. She surprised me!

"She surprised a ninja." Leo added, but didn't look up from his book.

Mikey laughed this time and sighed a shortly after. He leaned over the table and rest his chin in his hand. "But real talk though... what do you guys think of them?"

This time, Leo looked up from his readings. "What do you mean?"

"Okay I'll put it in Leo terms." Mikey gestured quotation marks with his fingers. "Do you enjoy their company orrr are they just part of a mission?" He asked.

Leo looked down in thought for a quick second before answering. "Mostly just part of a mission. I enjoy Aida more than Bonnie though. She shows potential and doesn't seem like she'll go straight back to being a thief once this is all said and done with. Bonnie however..." He trailed off.

Donatello shrugged and moved a piece, "Well, to be fair, Bonnie hasn't taken anything since she's come down here. So she's got a chance."

"Yeah right," Raphael snorted, "You heard her. She can't help it, it's like second-nature to her."

"Just like how it's second-nature for you to hit first and ask questions later." He argued before sighing. "Look, I've been keeping inventory of all our stuff, especially my stuff, when she came down here." He held his arms out and grinned, "Nothing's gone missing!"

"Because she doesn't have anyone to sell it to," the red-clad ninja hissed.

That was when Donatello pointed at the map behind him and spoke, "She's on the surface now. She clearly wanted to go outside for a while. This would've been the perfect time to sell out things." He tapped at the chess board and stared at Raphael, "She can restrain herself. Just like you can restrain yourself from punching me right now. She just has to learn."

Raphael's jaw clenched when his brother not only explained the situation but called him out. His fists relaxed as he thought about what he had said. There really were times when he just couldn't help but attack someone, or something; he didn't know why, but it was like an itch that had to be scratched. If that's how Bonnie was with stealing, then he could sympathize in a way. Especially if she felt the same amount of guilt he felt sometimes after doing something really stupid.

"I think Bon-Bons pretty cool." Mikey shrugged and moved one of his chest pieces without thought. "She's like the high school girl who sells cigarettes in the middle school girl’s bathroom. Cool and dangerous, but I wouldn't take her home to Master Splinter."

Leonardo sat up and threw his book at Michelangelo’s head. "You already did, dummy!"

"Oww!!" He held his head and whined. "You're the one who made the call!"

Donatello grinned but bobbed his head, "Yeah. She's pretty cute too." He looked down and moved a knight before saying, "Check."

Raphael gave his brother a look, surprised the words came out of his mouth. "...Didn't think she’d be your type, Donnie."

"What? Proportionally speaking, for her face and body, she's cute!" He sounded offended and gestured with his hands. "Besides, I'm shocked she's not your type."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked genuinely curious.

Donnie paused for a second, trying to be careful with how he picked his words. "Well, out of all of us, you're the strongest. So bigger muscles right? Well Bonnie's got..." He made cupping motions with hands and blushed a bit before waving his brother off. "Y-you've seen 'em before! They're pretty big too. So ya know. Big muscles go for big...lady-parts?" He scolded himself for sounding so stupid and turned his attention back to the game.

It was true though; Raphael did think she was a good looking girl. When he first met April, he thought for sure she was the prettiest woman on the planet. Until he met Bonnie at least. But then she stole from them, not once but twice; which muddled his perception of her. He couldn't decide if he liked her or not.

Michelangelo laughed again. "Suuuperrrbbb logic, Donnie!" He grinned.

"Oh shut up," Donatello grabbed the King from Mikey's side and chucked it at him. "At least I don't compare my crush to other girls."

Mikey's eyes lit up as well as his smile. “First you say she's cute, and now you're saying stuff like, my crush? Donnie boy, you're catching a love-bug!" He cooed, and wiggled his fingers at him.

Donatello's cheeks began to burn as he blushed. He began to smack his little brother's fingers away and whined. "I-it's not like that! I just...admire her! It's totally different and definitely less creepy than what you think about!"

"Admire what, Donnie?" Leonardo jumped in finally. He stood up from the spot he was sitting at and stomped over to the two, placing a hand on the table they were playing chess at. He towered over the two of them and stared down at them. "Look, before you two romantics get any bright ideas, think again.” He put emphasis on his words. “Not only are they human, but they also live on the surface." He glanced back and forth between the two. "We're ninjas. Defenders of New York City. Love does not fit in our trade." He let up on the table and walked out into the lair.

Donatello felt himself shrink under Leonardo's gaze. He stared at the ground for a while before finally nodding weakly in agreement. "Yeah...he's right," He stood up and looked at the screen to make sure the girls were still in Aida's neighborhood. He tried not to think about how nice it must feel to walk out in the open in the daylight and returned to his work. It may have been typical, but it at least kept his mind busy.

After Leonardo's brief lecture, Raphael couldn't help but look down at his hands. He recalled the girls' initial reactions to himself and Michelangelo and it struck a hard chord inside of him. The four of them could admire all they wanted, but the chances of ever experiencing a connection with someone were zero. They were mutants and the girls were human. No matter how friendly they got with them, it would never happen.

Mikey's eyes began to well up with tears but he rubbed them away with his forearm. He couldn't help but to think of the time where they had the purple ooze, and Leonardo had given them the choice on whether or not they wanted to be human. It was a choice they should've made together, but one took it into their hands. Michelangelo silently glared over at Raphael when he wasn't looking. He might've been able to give up this role, and live a normal life among the humans if it weren't for him, he thought.

He let out a frustrated huff and got up from the table. He stomped over to his belongings and snatched up his skateboard. "I'm going out." He said to no one in particular, and then left the lair.

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