Title:
Late
Nights
Author:
I'd
rather not reveal my name
Warnings:
Uno
bado wordo
Pairing:
DonRaph
Fandom:
TMNT
Disclaimer:
Je n'ai pas own TMNT
Donatello sat at his computer writing CAD programs and munching on soy crisp. Happily, he was alone as all his brothers (and the consent pestering) were sleeping. With the door wide open to alleviate the heat his computers generate, Donny stretched on his swivel chair and placed his hands behind his head.
Quiet time was interrupted as heavy footsteps approached. Don sighed and turn around, ready to address whoever showed up at his lab door. Raph's sleepy visage poked through the door.
"Hey, Donny," He started off quietly, "Oh, you're awake. Uh… can I ask you a question?"
Donny sighed once more and closed his eyes so he could rub the corners of his eyes, "What is it now, Raphael? Did Mikey break your shell-cell on his head again?"
"No, Don. I've been wonderin', you know, if you could do somethin' for me…"
"Go on."
Raph rubbed his neck a couple of times looking sheepish. "Well, I've been having these feelings, well urges actually, and maybe if you could help me out? Do some explorin' or something'—"
As Don looked at Raph with sympathetic eyes, ready to give him anything Raph could offer (and did he mean anything!) a cacophony of laughter rose out of the hall way.
Raph turned and grimaced toward the hall, "Damn you guys. I almost had him."
"Donny, Donny, Donny, dude, seriously. Your face, dude! Your face!" Mikey rolled into view, still laughing.
Master Splinter and Leo followed, Sensei with a slight smirk and Leo with a disappointing glare. "Alright, that's enough! Back to sleep, lots of training to do in the morning."
Just before Raph turned to leave, he looked straight into Don's eyes and winked.