DISCLAIMER: I do not own TMNT or Les Miserables. I wish I did.
God on high
Hear my prayer.
In my need
You have always been there.
He is trapped in an exo-suit of his own design. His traitorous uncle uploaded a Trojan Horse program into the suit's main computer. I have known him since he was born. I will not lose him now.
He is young,
he's afraid.
Let him rest
heaven blest.
His friends have created an antivirus and I am the only one who can get it into the system. He tells me to run. I refuse.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.
The exo-suit fires all manner of weapons at me. I avoid most of them
He's like the son I might have known
if God had granted me a son.
One of the missiles hits me. The pain is terrible. Despite my injuries, I go after him.
The summers die, one by one.
How soon they fly, on and on,
and I am old
and will be gone.
I shove the spike containing the antivirus into the auxiliary data port. I pray to every deity that my memory banks can find that this will work.
Bring him peace.
Bring him joy.
He is young;
He is only a boy.
A laser fires directly into my face. I hold on for as long as I can. He screams my name.
You can take,
You can give.
Let him be.
Let him live.
The upload is complete, but the core pack continues toward critical mass. I fear I have failed.
If I die,
let me die.
Let him live.
Critical mass has been aborted. He is safe. I fall.
Bring him home.
He leaps out of the exo-suit, calling my name. He kneels next to me.
Bring him home.
With the last of my power, I activate the video montage I made for him. I see tears stream down his young face. My vision grows dim. The world turns black.
Bring him home.
Happy birthday, master Cody.
Hope you enjoryed that. This story was inspired by the episode "Turtle X-tinction". Please review.