Scream
A/N: This little bunny came to me after I wrote chapter six of Hide and Seek. I never really showed the lecture between Leo and Aubree in the story, so I've decided to do this one-shot from Aubree's perspective about how it feels to be lectured by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle who's four years younger than you. I can imagine it wouldn't go well. Enjoy!
Summary: Being lectured by someone four years younger than her really makes Aubree want to scream. Side fic in the Deadly Game series.
Disclaimer: The TMNT and all related characters are property of Nickelodeon though they were originally owned by Eastman, Laird, and Mirage Studios. Aubree Hennigan is my own property even though I don't make money off of her.
I can't believe this is happening to me.
I am sitting in my apartment while Leo's lecturing me on how to handle the situation I've come upon. And while I understand his intentions, I just can't understand why he has to be this way. It's just so ironic that he's four years younger than me yet he's lecturing to me as though I'm a child who can't take care of herself properly.
I want to scream.
"I really think you should go to the police about this, Aubree," Leo says. "They'll be able to handle this better than you can."
Is he serious? Does he know about all of the stuff I've handled without the help of my fellow co-workers on my own? Why does he insist on treating me this way?
I want to scream.
Instead, I take a deep breath and say, "Look, Leo, I understand where you're coming from, but this isn't a big deal. It's only one text message. Rosolli's probably bluffing and trying to scare me. He thinks that if he sends that message it'll scare me off of the case and stop me from looking for him. Well, I've got news for him. I'm still going to catch him, and no text message is going to stop me."
Leo sighs. "Aubree, you aren't taking this seriously," he protests. "Rosolli is a dangerous man. If he did kill Randy Turner, who knows what he's capable of. You really need to let the police handle this."
"You can't tell me what to do, Leo," I insist. "I'm twenty-two years old and can handle this by myself without anyone's help."
"Well, you sure aren't acting like you're twenty-two," he retorts. "You're acting more like you're fifteen. Stop being so damn stubborn and listen to reason."
I REALLY want to scream.
"I'll tell you what," I say. "If I get one more text message, I'll report it to Chief. But until then, I want to handle this on my own."
He can tell I'm persistent and gives in. "Okay, Aubree, have it your way," he replies. "But whether you like it or not, I'm going to make sure you don't get hurt." And with that, he disappears out the window and is gone before I can even blink.
I close the window after he's gone. I know he means well, but I just can't stand how he lectures me like that. Who is he to tell me what to do? He's not my father or my mother, but he sure can sound like them when he puts his mind to it. My desire keeps building, and I know I have to quench it before I go insane.
I go to my room, put a pillow over my face, and scream.
A/N: It's definitely not one of my longest stories, but I figure it conveys what Aubree is feeling about Leo's lecturing without having to go into massive detail about it. My philosophy is: When it doubt, make it short and sweet. That way you convey what you mean and don't have to drag it out. Feel free to leave a review after you've finished reading. Have a shelltastic day.
