Hey guys! This is my first Fanfiction story, so give me some credit okay! It's hard for me to put my actual thoughts or ideas on paper (or the web) but anyway my story is called "A Power Long Hidden…" In my opinion it's okay but any-who… On With the Story!

Note: It is a TMNT story centered on my favorite character… Donatello! It will be centered on the 2012 turtles, but if you want you can imagine it as your favorite version of the turtles though. The words in italics will be what he says/thinks in his head just to clarify. Most of it will be told via his P.O.V but don't worry his brothers will definitely be in the story and be main characters; I will try to include them as much as I can anyway… On With the Summary!

Summary: Donatello always thought of himself as just the purple-branded, Bo wielding inventor of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but when he comes across something on one of his routine trips to the junkyard (cliché I know..) he stumbles upon something that will change his life forever, that shows the one thing that truly makes him different from the rest of his brothers, that truly makes him one of a kind. But the question is, if it is a good thing, or bad…

(Donnie's P.O.V)

Let's see…. Copper-plated wires? Check. Microchips? Check. Metal-plating? Che-Wait! I forgot the metal-plating! I internally screamed in my head. I've been working on this new invention for weeks and I go and forget one of the most crucial parts to my invention! I sighed aloud in my lab and rubbed my temples in frustration. Being a mutant turtle isn't always easy, especially if you're the one that creates and fixes nearly everything I can get my hands on. Maybe Mikey's forgetfulness is rubbing off on me. I scowled and kicked the metal wall in protest to my forgetfulness, hitting my foot hard against the wall causing me to yelp and jump around in pain.

Then again... I thought. Maybe Raphael's short-temper is rubbing off on me instead.

Slightly limping (thanks to my earlier outburst…) I made my way to the living room and found none other than two of my brothers, Raphael (Raph) and Michelangelo (Mikey) duking it out over what appeared to be... big surprise: a video-game. They were both on the couch talking smack or bragging they were going to be crowned the winner. "Come on dude, you're supposed to be mister-macho but your losing to my awesomeness over here!" Mikey yelped jumping up and down in excitement, while using his controller to leave Raph's player in the losing circle. "Arrgh, if you say that again shell-for-brains I' m going to pound you into next week!" Raph yelled, all the while glaring at Mikey, his eyes practically saying: "Go on, think I'm joking, the joke will be on you soon if you really think I'm kidding." "Quit being a sore loser, Ra- Ahhhh someone help! "I'm being abused!" Mikey screamed when Raph tackled him to the floor and began to throttle him into next week, keeping his earlier promise. "Oh you're going to be abused all right if you don't shut that trap of yours!" Raph yelled as he began giving Mikey a new collection of scratches and bruises.

Chuckling to myself all the while slowly shaking my head I found my other brother, Leonardo or Leo, walking out of the dojo towards the commotion Raph and Mikey were causing. I turned towards Leo and with a grin I spoke "Hey Leo, you're just the turtle I wanted to see!" Leo just grinned and spoke back "What's up Donnie?" "Is there something you wanted to say?" "Well actually, I was wondering if I could maybe go on a quick run to the junkyard to get more parts for my latest invention." Leo then looked at me like I had grown two heads. He then spoke in a semi-stern voice

"You're kidding right?" My brow furrowed in confusion and I replied " What do you mean?" Leo just sighed and said "Oh come on Donnie, you've gone to the junkyard eight times already, and it's only Wednesday!" Before Leo could voice his thoughts again I replied back with just the slightest edge to my voice " Come on Leo!" " If I can finish my new invention it will give us an advantage against our enemies, and we can't pass up on that!" Leo began to scratch his head thinking of a comeback but judging by the defeated look on his face , I guess he couldn't. My hunch was then proved to be correct when he spoke with a sigh "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... fine you can go to the junkyard." " With a wide grin on my face I replied thankfully " Thanks Leo!" " You won't regret it!" I began to sprint over to the exit grabbing my Bo on the way out, but not before I heard Leo call out back to me " Just don't stay out late again like last time, who knows what will be lurking around over there!" I just rolled my eyes to that statement as I made my way to the nearest manhole. With a grunt I managed to lift the slab of metal and found myself staring at the chain link fence of the junk yard a few feet in front of me.(Note: To every reader if you don't like this version of the story, I'm in the works of making an alternate version that you'll like better)

In one swift movement I sprinted over to the gate and used my lock pick to easily pick the lock in a few seconds flat. New record! I thought cheerfully. I carefully covered my tracks by re-locking the gate and began to search the piles of junk for the material I needed. After about five minutes, I managed to find a pile of scrap metal and with a hopeful heart, made my way over and began to search for the metal-plating I had forgotten about on my last trip. After a few minutes of sifting through pieces of metal, and almost cutting myself a few times, I managed to find enough pieces of my oh so important plating, I also stumbled upon something that was for, lack of a better word, out of the ordinary. There laying amongst the pieces of metal, was a purple glove, about the same shade of my mask, just laying there, with no signs of damage from the sharp pieces of metal. But what really surprised me was that instead of five fingers for humans, it had three fingers about the same proportions as my hand. It looked like it was intended for a right hand. My eyes had practically jumped out of my socket when I saw it and I began to wonder, who's glove was it? Maybe it was custom made for someone who only had three fingers maybe from a defect or accident, but the odds of that occurring was 1.00009%.

My curiosity got the better of me and caused me to pick up the glove. Is it a trap? Did someone purposely leave it here for me to find? Maybe Baxter "Stickman" (I think?) embedded a tracking device or something like that in the glove. I shook my head swiftly ridding myself of such silly thoughts. I mean, the odds of that happening were less likely than my earlier theory. I began to search every inch of the glove, checking for anything out of the ordinary, but to no avail, it was just a regular glove. Eventually after I deemed the glove to be safe my curiosity finally won, causing me to oh so carefully, slipping the glove onto my right hand. I gasped in shock after I put it on, because it was a perfect fit. Almost as if it was made for me. I began to look at the glove more carefully now that it was on my hand it looked like a gauntlet glove but after closer inspection, I found it had strange symbols and strange writing covering the whole glove. Meanwhile, I began to get curious about just what was this glove made of. Silk? No it feels like it but it also has a better grip on things than gloves normally made out of silk would. Maybe velvet? No, it kind of feels like it though. It's light, breathable, and now that I think about it, it feels as though it's barely on my hand or not there at all! Just what the heck is this thing made of?

I gave up trying to find out what materials the glove was made of and decided to run some tests on it when I got back to the lair. I took a quick glance at my shell cell to see the time, but to my surprise it told me I had been here for three and a half hours! Oh shoot! Leos going to throw a fit if I don't leave soon! I quickly scrambled to grab the long sought after metal plating and made it back to the lair. Not knowing however, that I had left the strange glove on my hand. About ten minutes later, I found myself back at the lair, panting and wheezing from the lack of oxygen I had during the way back. I managed to make it back to my lab without an incident with Leo, counting my blessings as I opened the door with my free hand. Setting my materials on the floor I began to get to work. I had managed to assemble the key components my latest invention and made a grab for my welding torch, but noticed the all too familiar glove that had been the pinnacle of my curiosity was still on my hand. Not wanting the glove to get in the way of my work, I tried to pull it off but found it to be stuck on my hand. Darn. Maybe the sweat from my hand caused this glove to get stuck. I tried once more to pull it off, this time using more force to try to pry it off. After my attempts to pry it off proved futile, I began to panic. I quickly abandoned my attempts at building my invention and focused on the situation at hand. As I began to run tests on the glove still stuck on my hand, I found that every test only said it was a regular glove with nothing out of the ordinary about it.

I just sighed in defeat and began to rub my temples again. Maybe it's just in my head. Maybe I just think it's stuck. No, that can't be! I can't just imagine a strange glove getting stuck on my hand! That's impossible! It has to be stuck! With no explanations for this problem I just sat in my swivel chair next to my desk and began to double check and even triple check to make sure I didn't miss anything or perform the tests wrong. I began to scan every inch of my computer trying to figure out what was up when I noticed the computers clock read 1:45. My eyes just gazed tiredly at the clock as I began to think of what I should do next. At this point, my only option is to go to sleep and work on this in the morning or I'll miss morning practice. With my eyes half-lidded I managed to successfully navigate my way to my room. I casually tossed my elbow and kneepads by the foot of my bed and left my Bo leaning on the frame of my bed. I plopped myself onto my bed and let my mind drift away as I fell into a deep sleep. Not worrying about my little predicament until the morning which would be interesting but I don't know if it will be good, or bad... man, why does all the bad stuff always happen to me!?

Wow not bad.. but it was a bit rushed, but it is my first time after all and I typed.. Woah, 2,334 words! Still it may be a bit rushed but the story was pretty much what I was thinking of. I made Donnie have that casual, yet intelligent attitude and of course I gave him the feeling that all the bad stuff happens to him like when he met leatherhead in the 2012 version and not only got shocked by the kraang power cell, but was and still is continually grabbed by the face whenever leatherhead loses it. Anyway I found I did their personalities pretty well, with mikey bragging about being the "video game master" and raph of course getting annoyed and trying to throttle him (not literally well, he will get a few cuts and bruises but otherwise fine as always) . So, why is the peculiar glove stuck on his hand and why was it in the junk pile of scrap metal? Anyway I will try to get better at my writing but I think most of my spelling is good but I hope you guys liked my story. But if you didn't well, like I said before this is literally my first time ever writing a fanfiction story and have trouble putting my thoughts into words on paper(or the internet) Anyway I hope you like the story idea and title and I' am working on other stories as well but meanwhile I will try to update as soon as possible, but this week I' am super busy but will hopefully have in update in tomorrow or in a few days. See you on the web!