I did a little relaxed writing. Didn't focus on all the detail and just let it flow. This is the first chapter of this story, and I have no idea how many chapters this will take. This has spoilers for the episode SAINW. For those who don't know what that is and won't bother to go look for yourselves, it's when Donnie goes thirty years into the future and watches his brothers die in front of his eyes. Traumatic, I know. It's the practical base for this story.

Let the fun begin. Reviews are highly appreciated!

"Whoops."

A large sigh heaved from Donatello before the purple-masked ninja even managed to turn around. That one word always meant something had been spilled or broken. And with Mikey... it was probably both. Donnie stood from where he sat, his shell facing his brother. His chair rolled backwards to allow him room to stand. "What did you do, Mikey?" He asked calmly, his hands on the table in front of him. He told himself to stay calm until he knew what exactly had been broken or spilled.

There was hesitation before his younger brother answered. "I uh- knocked over this colorful water." Came his reply.

"What color is it?"

"...Red."

"That one wasn't toxic. Clean it up, Mikey." Donnie felt relieved. If he had spilled any other toxin, there could have been a hole in the floor by now. He sat back down, hoping Mikey would do what he was told and clean it up.

He heard his brother heave an irritated sigh, obviously frustrated at his own clumsiness. His footsteps echoed away and returned with cleaning supplies, though Donnie didn't turn to look. He was already stressed under all the work he was doing. If Mikey could just take care of this little spill on his own, maybe it could help Don the slightest. One look at the spilled liquid, and Donnie was worried he would snap.

"Sorry Don." Mikey apologized as he cleaned up the liquid.

"It's alright, Mikey. Just be more careful, okay?" Don requested, returning to his experiments. He was thankful for his cool nature. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight with his brother, who had only done this on accident.

Of course, the orange-masked turtle seemed to be prone to accidents. Maybe he should just put a 'No Michelangelo' sign on his lab area. Nah, that would be too mean. He continued to work on the device that lay against the table, feverishly studying the wires and cords that were embedded inside.

"It's clean now." Mikey announced out of nowhere.

Donnie grunted in reply, listening as his brother left him. "What have you been doing anyway?" Michelangelo dared to ask. No, he didn't dare. He was just way to curious, especially to the point that he didn't think to notice Don was not in the mood to be disturbed.

"Not now, Mikey." Donnie replied bluntly, picking up a pair of tweezers.

"C'mon, please?" Mikey begged for answers, stepping over Donnie's shoulder. With an irritated grunt, the purple-masked ninja pulled over his visor so he could see his work better. "Is it the tracker thingy you've talked about?"

Don shook his head. "No. I won't be able to get to that anytime soon." He continued to work, attempting to ignore his brother. He knew that was hopeless. "Why don't you go watch TV?"

"There are just re-runs." Mikey complained.

"Video games?" Don suggested.

"You were supposed to fix the consul!" The orange-masked ninja pointed out bluntly.

"Oh... right." Donnie let out a tired sigh, rubbing his forehead with his hand. Great, another thing to put on his list of many things to do. He put the tweezers down and picked up a memory unit. "I'll get to it Mikey, I promise."

Mikey let out a bored grunt. Maybe he'd finally get the hint to move on to something more interesting. But no, Mikey leaned forward and reached out his hand to the invention in Don's hands. "What is it supposed to be?" He asked curiously.

"No wait, don't touch that!" Don ordered, reaching out to stop his brother's hand from advancing onto the articraft. But Mikey's finger got there first, clicking a button and receiving a shock in return. The chip short-circuited, giving a little spark before a small trail of smoke swirled above it. Don was thankful his eyes were hidden behind his visor, for he felt himself grow angry. The loss of sleep, the many things he had to do, and now he was set back even further. A deep growl formed in the back of his throat, and Mikey began to back away.

"Ah- sorry Donnie." Mikey apologized, his attention already slipping to something else in the room.

Donnie stood up abruptly, pushing his chair backwards. His sudden movement startled his brother, who took a pace back. "Why don't you go top-side or something and leave me alone?" Donnie growled, feverishly attempting to hold onto his calm nature. But he was failing badly, for Mikey met his gaze with shock. "I have so many things to do and I can't afford to be set back any farther!"

"Whoah Donnie, chill. I'm gone, I swear." He held up his hands in surrender.

Donnie stood in this angry state until Mikey had left his sight. He slipped out the lair's front entrance, disappearing into the direction top-side. He put a hand on his forehead, giving a long, frustrated sigh. Raising his eyes, he noticed Raph and Leo staring at him. "What?" Donnie growled irritably, turning away to dismiss their gazes and return to what he was doing. Unfortunately, he needed to rewire a good number of things to get this working again. Thanks Mikey, thanks. He thought, his temper running short. This didn't particularly happen often, which was the reason behind his other two brothers watching closely.

A few minutes had passed. Donnie sighed, feeling a flow of negative emotions. He shouldn't have snapped like that. His eyes traveled to the game consul on his desk not far away, where he had put it to remind himself to fix. That shouldn't take long to fix. I'll go ahead and do it to apologize. He thought, pushing with his feet so that his rolling chair crossed the room. He picked up the consul, finding it in-tact, but short-circuited. This shouldn't take long.

He caught Leo and Raph pause in their training and raise their gazes to him again. Donnie turned to them, showing that he had seen their gazes and let out an audible sigh. "I'll apologize to him when he gets back." He promised, showing the game consul in his hands to his brothers.