Authors Note: So this is my first fan fiction. Ever since I started watching Nickelodeon's newest TMNT series I've shipped these two and finally I decided I wanted to write about them. It starts out kinda slow but if I turn this into a larger story it will definitely pick up the pace. Please review, I'm always looking to improve my writing. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...

Donatello was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He had just spent the last hour baking a plate of sugar cookies. A task he would normally find boring turned into a moment he would never forget simply because he was utterly enchanted by the girl who accompanied him. The slow, tedious process of stirring the batter was made incredible by the light touch of April's hand on his shoulder as she watched him. The long wait for the cookies to bake passed in the blink of an eye as he talked to the girl of his dreams, feeling an overwhelming sense of delight whenever he was able to make her smile. Now the two of them stood alone in the kitchen admiring their work. Everything was a mess of flour and sticky egg yolk, April and Donatello included. Despite adding too many eggs and not enough sugar, their cookies looked somewhat decent, on the outside it least. April examined them closely unaware that Donatello had quickly lost interest in the cookies and was staring at her, completely enthralled. A substantial amount of flour had found its way into her ginger hair and egg yolk left a large, wet, gloopy spot on her shirt. Looking at her Donatello felt himself melting. She was just so darn adorable. It wasn't fair. Anyone with eyes would fall in love with her in a heartbeat.

"Looks pretty good, don't ya think?" April said gesturing to the cookies as she turned to look at Donnie.

"Looks amazing," he replied dreamily, completely lost in the enchanting blue worlds of her eyes. She'd been living down in the sewers with them for months now yet every time she looked at him his heart still skipped a beat. He thought he'd fallen in love with her the first time he saw her, but that had just been the beginning. Every day after that it seemed he fell a little more. He adored everything she said and did and looking down at her now he was certain that she had become his entire world. If only she felt an ounce of what he did towards her. Just an ounce. That's all he asked for.

"Hey, Donnie? You okay?"

April broke him from his reverie.

"H-huh? What? Oh yeah. I'm fine, I'm great. Perfectly okay," Donnie giggled nervously.

April frowned, his voice was much higher than usual but she chose to ignore this and turned back to the cookies. It was her first time baking something from scratch and she was eager to know if she had succeeded. She had never been much of a cook but this time she was hoping would be different.

"We kind of screwed up the recipe. I really do hope they taste okay," April said after a moment.

"I'm sure they taste fine. Here, I'll try one right now,"

Donatello popped one of the cookies into his mouth. Instantly his face screwed up in disgust. The cookie tasted even worse than the horrid algae and worm concoctions Mikey made. He turned to spit it out into the sink but then saw April's hopeful expression. He immediately stopped. There was no way he could bear to make his princess upset, even over something as small as cookies. He quickly forced a smile, clenched his fists and swallowed the awful, yolky mess.

"Sooo how did it taste?" April stared up at him with large, eager eyes.

Donnie coughed and swallowed back some vomit.

"That. Was. Delicious! Best thing I've ever eaten!" he lied, grinning hugely.

"Really?" April beamed, "I've gotta try one. I thought for sure they'd be awful."

"Umm I'm not really sure that's the best idea April, because..uh..well because cookies have sugar in them and sugar leads to tooth decay and tooth decay leads to the dentist and everybody hates the dentist," Donnie began rambling desperately.

He quickly picked up the cookie tray and held it up above his head where she couldn't reach.

"Don't be ridiculous," April laughed trying to jump up and grab the plate.

"No listen to me April, tooth decay is a serious issue. If you haven't been brushing your teeth after every single meal you could already have cavities and the sugar in these cookies could…could uh…c-could…."

Donnie's mind went blank.

In her efforts to reach the plate April had pressed herself up against him. One of her arms wrapped around his torso, the other straining upwards in a vain attempt to grab the tray.

"Could what, Donnie?" April asked, unconsciously straining herself even closer to him.

"uh..umm..c-c-could...umm," Donnie tried desperately to frame a sentence, franticly he searched for words. Nothing. He could only concentrate on the feel of April's body against his. The sensation was electric, amazing, indescribable, perfect. He felt his insides turn to mush and he loved it. His entire body tingled and he was almost overcome with the desire to wrap his arms around her and experiment with how close their two bodies could get.

"Wow. For once, you don't seem to know what you're talking about," April laughed, her body pressed even closer to his. There was practically no space in-between them, ever inch of her small frame pushed against him.

Donnie inhaled sharply and the tray of cookies came clamoring down to the floor.

"Donnie!" April cried out, quickly stooping to clean up the mess, "For a highly trained ninja you sure can be clumsy."

With her attention on the ground she didn't notice Donnie doubled-over gasping for breath.

He wanted that moment to last forever. That feeling of April pressed close against him was something he experienced only in his dreams. He was almost glad he had dropped the tray though because just a second longer and that overwhelming sensation would have made him faint.

"You could help, you know," April looked up.

Donnie quickly regained his composure.

"Aw jeez I'm sorry April," he said crouching down beside her.

"No, it's fine, they're just cookies after all."

She smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat.

"…And anyways, 5 second rule."

Before Donnie could stop her April popped one of the cookies from the floor into her mouth.

Immediately her face twisted in repulsion. She shot up, ran to the sink and spit it back out.

"That was GROSS!" she shrieked, gulping down water, "You are a liar."

Donnie watched her sheepishly.

"Aw man Donnie. I was expecting them to be good. But they aren't. They're awful," April pouted.

She's adorable even when she's angry Donatello thought to himself before replying, "Well I did think they were good! I guess we just have different tastes in cookies."

April cocked an eyebrow.

"Is that so? Well I guess you wouldn't mind then if I baked them for you every day and watched you eat them with every meal."

April stared challengingly at him and he tried his best to match her glare. Despite being a highly trained ninja Donnie found it surprisingly difficult to glare down at the girl of his dreams and it wasn't long before the intensity of her eyes forced him to look away. He exhaled heavily.

"Okay, okay, okay, fine. In all honesty…I guess I kinda did think they were….sorta…maybe… a little bit…not that good."

"See, was that so hard?" April asked patting him on the back, "So why did you lie to me then?"

Donnie rubbed his neck awkwardly, "W-well I-I didn't I-I mean you looked so hopeful and well I just really didn't want to upset you…so I uh...fibbed…a little…." he kept his eyes locked on the ground as he trailed off.

April felt herself soften as she looked at the blushing turtle before her. Although he stood a good foot taller than she, he stared at the floor now completely intimidated by her. April hated when people lied to her yet staring at Donatello she felt her irritation slip away. After all, he only said he liked them because he hadn't wanted to hurt her feelings. And as she realized this April felt a strange twinge in her heart. It came out of nowhere, an unfamiliar ache in her chest that brought with it the strong urge to touch Donatello. To put her hands on his skin and wrap her arms around his body. She blinked in surprise.

Well that's new, April thought as the urge slowly washed away.

Anxious to see if it would come again though, April stared hard at the skinny, embarrassed ninja. After a moment of nothing April thought the bizarre desire had passed but then-It happened again. Her heart throbbed in her chest, harder this time, and before she could stop herself she had placed a hand on Donnie's arm.

"April?" Donnie looked up when he felt her hand on his arm. The expression in the blue eyes that met his made his heart leap to his throat. They were still the eyes he loved but there was fire in them; a new, scary, beautiful spark that made his legs tremble. The calm oceans they usually were had stormed over.

April didn't say anything as she reached a hand up and placed it on his cheek.

Instantly Donnie's face lit up in a bright red blush. His hands shook nervously and his heart pounded.

"U-uh w-what are you doing?" he gulped.

April stared at him for a moment, her eyes burning. Her fingers stroked his face, once, twice. Donnie felt himself melting under the electrifying feel of her skin. It was then that he realized he was dreaming. He had to be. Because the way April looked at him now was the way he dreamed, hoped, prayed, and fantasized she'd look at him, but not the way she ever did in real life. April stroked his face again and the powerful rush of emotions that rocked his body told him that this was no dream.

As soon as he realized this Donnie's mind went into overdrive.

What are you doing you shell-for-brain? You've dreamed about this every single night of your sorry life since you saved her! Now's your chance! Stop gawking at her like an idiot and kiss her already! Be cool Donnie, don't screw this up!

Donatello mustered up all the courage he had, drew in a shaky breath, then tentatively placed both of his hands on either side of April's soft, sloping waist. He regretted it immediately.

The instant his hands grasped her waist, the fire left April's eyes. In the blink of an eye they had returned to the calm, oceans he was so used to seeing. April's face, a second ago so sure of itself, became lost and confused looking. She blinked and seemed to shake herself. Her hand flew back from his face and she took a step backwards to escape the grasp of his hands.

Disappointment, so acute it stung like a physical pain crashed over Donatello.

YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOU BLEW IT YOUBLEW IT

Repeated over and over again in his head.

"April…I..uh," he fumbled for words.

"Wow would ya look at the time, I really should be heading off to bed. It was fun making cookies with you Donnie. Goodnight!" April blurted then cringed when her voice came out much louder than she intended.

Before Donnie could say another word she bolted out of the kitchen.

"Goodnight," Donnie mumbled miserably, but April was already gone.

Back in her room, April had thrown herself unto her bed. Her mind was racing with thoughts of Donnie and the way she couldn't keep herself from touching him. She had always been best friends with Donnatello. She loved all the turtles but there had always been a special place for her purple banded friend. Up until now she had only loved him as friends do. Only thought of him as her dorky, awkward, genius buddy. Someone she could confide in, someone she could always count on. But now. Now she didn't know what to think. April squeezed her eyes closed and replayed the events of the night, trying to make sense of what had happened. No use. Frustrated, April kicked off her shoes and turned off the light. For whatever reason back in that kitchen Donatello had made her heart skip a beat. He had made her feel something she had never felt towards him before, and it scared her. Even now as she pictured Donnie's tall, muscular form she felt her stomach do little flips. Rather than stay up all night analyzing what had happened though April decided it would be easier to just forget all about it. Determined, she shoved all thoughts of Donatello aside and closed her eyes, welcoming sleep. Donatello was her best friend, and that's all he would be.

That's all I want him to be.

April thought to herself before sleep overcame her. Yet even as she thought it she knew it was a lie.