A/N: I present: My first fanfic ever! I was going to post a Raphie one-shot (Because who doesn't like a Raphie one-shot?) But it needs work, and besides, I got slapped 'round the face by Donnie-feels. 2k12, in case you were wondering. Could easily be '03 though, so whatever works for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Donnie. Or Mikey. Or any of the turtle-verse. Rub it in, why don'tcha?
Sometimes, Donnie wondered if it would be better to be a computer. Sometimes, Donnie wondered if he already was one.
To his brothers, at least.
As far as he could tell, his brothers only ever needed him for his intelligence. Important information on subjects such as hacking into advanced alien security systems, or how to disarm a bomb. Mindless advice, such as a computer would give; just ask him a question, and up pops a carefully categorised list of answers, from the most to least likely results.
Then again, Donatello was the doctor of their group, and surgery/healing was not something a computer could do. Perhaps more of a robot, then; capable of providing solutions to questions, and able to perform medical procedures.
Either way, his brothers didn't seem to think he had emotions.
Sure, they dragged him out of his lab to visit April, or participate in movie night, but that was just a prerequisite to Being A Good Brother. Apart from that, Donnie got the distinct feeling he was viewed as a machine.
Able to be turned on and off whenever it suited the user.
But Donnie couldn't be a computer. Could he? If he was, maybe the thought of being one wouldn't hurt so much. Perhaps, being a computer wasn't such a bad thing. Perhaps, he might even be more helpful as a computer. It certainly wouldn't sting as much when his brothers treated him like one.
Donatello was musing over all this, listlessly flicking small pieces of paper into the trash, when Mikey burst into the room.
"I'm ordering pizza, bro, what do you… Hey Donnie-boy? You okay?"
And because machines cannot lie, Donnie told the truth.
"No."
Mikey sat down abruptly, all thoughts of pizza forgotten.
"What… What's the matter? You know you can tell me anything, right?" Mikey said solemnly.
He looked so sincere, so completely and utterly worried, that Don wished he was a machine, so that he couldn't feel the days, weeks, months of pain bubbling to the surface. Donnie sighed.
"Sometimes, I think that I'm a computer…"
A/N: Did you like it? Was the ending okay? Please review, PM me, send smoke signals into the sky, I really don't mind, just tell me what you thought.