Author's Note: Hello there! As I said I would, I'm going to write some drabbles relating to the Turtle Dove 'verse! Some will include journal entries from different characters, scenes I wanted to include in the main story but couldn't, more on Cheyloe and her friends, and more! I can even take requests on a scene you'd like me to write about, just message me if you have one! Well, enjoy these drabbles!

Drabble 1: Takes place between chapters 4 and 5 of Turtle Dove, the night after April returns to the lair while Donnie's missing.

Drabble 1: Journal Entry: April

Dear Journal:

I never thought I'd be writing about this…but it's really important.

When was the last time I wrote in here? It really hasn't been that long…I wrote to you about the night my dad became a mutant bat. I still remember the angry words and obscenities I scribbled in a hurry as soon as I got back to my aunt's place. Every word I wrote reflected my anger at my former best friends. Mikey told me in an oh-so casual fashion that they spilled all those canisters of mutagen across the city and caused Dad to be a casualty. I was so mad I almost tore the paper writing. I swore to them and swore to God even that I never wanted to see them again.

And now one of them is missing due to all of this.

I remember how devastated Donnie was when I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He looked like his entire world shattered into pieces. I didn't care at the moment; I just wanted to hold on to my anger. But I was walking to school the other day and heard Leo, Raph, and Mikey up above. It was strange they went out in the daytime, and then I heard them say Donnie was missing. Mikey wanted to ask me if I saw where he was, but Raph said I probably wanted this to happen. Truthfully…I can't deny I thought that. When my dad mutated and I found out the turtles were involved…I honestly wished at that moment that they were dead. And you know the old saying, "be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it".

I went back to the lair last night, and they still haven't found Donnie. Boy, did Raph let me have it. Leo didn't even look very pleased to see me. Raph had a point, though…I heard them frantically search for their brother, and didn't even bother to put my grudge aside and help bring him home. Once Raph went back out to search on his own, I went to Master Splinter and had a long talk with him. First and foremost, I apologized for the things I said and wished towards his sons. I shouldn't have wished any of them dead, because Splinter already lost his wife and daughter to the Shredder. I also got my grief over my dad out, and just let him hug me while I cried my eyes out over him and Donnie. He reassured me, but I could tell he fought not to cry himself.

Raph's still not saying much to me. Leo's starting to open up, and Mikey's talking to me like that night never happened. Everything feels different with Donnie absent, and I don't want to feel this kind of 'different'. I want Donnie home. I want to see him and tell him I'm sorry for what I said. What happened to my dad was an accident…an accident shouldn't cost me my best friends in the whole world.

I hope Donnie comes back…alive.

We can't go on without him.

April dropped the pen out of her grasp and on the sheets of her journal with a thud. She took the moment to glance out the window and look at the sea of buildings surrounding her own. Her T-Phone lay on her nightstand, along with long-forgotten homework and a note from that Casey Jones kid asking her to come watch him practice. Donatello had to be out there somewhere…they just weren't looking hard enough. If she said that out-loud, Raphael would probably have a fit and tell her that it wasn't her business. Donnie was her friend, so it automatically made it her business. It didn't matter that he was his brother; she cared about them and wanted just as badly as they did to bring the purple-masked turtle back to them.

What if he was held captive by the Foot? Or what if the Kraang had him locked up in a cell? There had to be some place they weren't looking. It just felt like Donnie was right under their noses this entire time, so why couldn't he be found? Was it possible…no, that wouldn't be right. What reason would Donnie have to not WANT to be found? It wasn't THAT bad at the lair...was it?

"Donnie…wherever you are, I hope you're safe…" April mumbled before deciding to turn in for the night. She fetched her T-Phone and pulled up Donnie's heavily-edited picture from her files and stared at it. "Goodnight, Donnie…"

If she walked by the Lunar Palace Apartments building a few blocks down, she'd realize Donnie was in under their noses. Or rather…they were under his. But she ignored the nagging feeling that he was closer than she thought…sleep called her name, and she beckoned to that call. So she lay her phone back on the nightstand, pushed her books aside, and plummeted her head onto her pillow for some much-needed rest.