To Neverland
Neverlandにを離れて! Leo、Mikey、Don, およびRaphは空にある!
Turtle Tot fiction! After Splinter reads the four year old turtles a bedtime story, the tots find....an interesting visitor in their room in the dead of night, who decides to take the tots with her....across London, across the sea....to a land where little boys never grow up.
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This fiction goes to turtle tot fans everywhere. You know who you are.
Hooray! I go home from the hospital today! ^^ I'm very happy-chi.
I do not own the TMNT, or Peter Pan. And if I did....well....they probably wouldn't be half as good.
Quote:
"We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected."
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"Mrrrrmmmmthh-hold-augh-still, Michelangelo!"
Mikey scrunched up his face, groaned as Splinter began to scrub at it with a washcloth. You would've thought the rat were putting the children to slow death by torture.
Splinter sighed as he moved onto Raphael, who still had dust all over his shell from today's walk. Raph squirmed and pouted as the rag slowly descended, not at all repentant.
What was it with little boys and baths? The turtles were amphibious....yet they reacted as if they were on death row when bathtime came in the evenings, mainly because it made them warm and sleepy right before bedtime. And that, was an act of horror to the little ones.
Ah, well. Don was busy playing with a small toy boat in the water, while Leo held a large bubble in his hands, looking at it wide eyes. It simply would not pop.
The rat slowly lifted a dripping Leo out of the bubbly basin, wrapping the shivering turtle tightly in a towel before reaching for Raphael.
"My sons...if you wish, I will read you a small chapter of-"
Splinter had to laugh as he lifted Donatello and Michelangelo out, the latter two bolting after Raph and Leo to get ready for bed. Of course.
It was 7:00-the turtles' bedtime. After Splinter had finally got them into their pajamas-they were a little big, but he supposed they would grow into them-they were now chasing each other around the room. Splinter raised an eyebrow.
"Well, my sons," he paused, shrugging helplessly. "If you do not wish me to read you a-"
Don scurried into bed, hastily tucking himself in with three turtles rapidly doing the same, looking expectantly at Splinter. The rat managed a small laugh as he sank down, and opened a book that lay on the turtles' night table....
"ALL CHILDREN, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end."
Raph paused. Two was the beginning of the end?
"Um.....Sensei?"
The rat slowly turned to face him.
"My son?"
"Uh...." Raph screwed up his face again, frowning as he attempted to remember.
"How....old are we again?"
The rat turned a page, the rustling sound of paper on paper loud in the darkness.
"Four, my sons. Five in a few months."
Mikey bit his lip.
"Oh."
The rat resumed his tale, going down the list of pages. Truth be told, Don thought Mr. Darling was a total airhead, and a bit of a baby, but the story itself was quite good. Splinter moved onto the paragraph on the stars, which the turtles found fascinating....
"Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder. They are not really friendly to Peter, who had a mischievous way of stealing up behind them and trying to blow them out; but they are so fond of fun that they were on his side to-night, and anxious to get the grown-ups out of the way.
Splinter took a fortifying sip of water, and quietly continued. Nanna had been tied up in the backyard-something Leo thought was very mean-and Peter came through the window, in search of his shadow. Mikey wriggled his hand just a bit, to see if HIS shadow would come off. But no-it seemed firmly stuck.
Darn it.
When the description came to the small fairy, Don had to blink.
Was there such a thing as fairies?
But when Splinter read that, according to Peter, whenever a child claims, "I don't believe in fairies," a fairy somewhere drops dead, Don shot a nervous glance at Raph.
If he really said that, would someone.....die?
Leo's eyes widened as Splinter made to close the book.
"No! Aww.....please, Sensei? A few more pages? Pretty, pretty please?"
"You need your rest, my sons."
"Just a few more pages?" begged Mikey.
The rat suppressed a groan as well as a laugh. When these four could properly read....then again, storytime was an enjoyable past time with his family.
".....very well. Just a few more."
Raph gave Leo a high five. Well....high three.
"Too late," read Splinter quietly, closing the book. "The birds had flown." The rat gave each turtle a small peck on the head, before blowing out of one of the candles. They were still somewhat apphrensive of the dark.
"Good night, my sons."
"Night, Sensei."
And with that, the rat silently left the room, the door closing with a gentle click.
For a moment, the turtles lay there in the gloom, watching the wax slowly drip from a gleaming candlestick. Then, Raph cleared his throat with a grin.
"All children, except five, grow up."
Don giggled, throwing a pillow at Raph.
"Five?"
"Well, yeah. Say we never grew up."
Leo flopped onto his stomach, putting his head into his hands.
"Really? Us?"
Mikey grinned. "I dunno.....I mean, who doesn't want to get older? As an adult, you can do pretty much anything."
"Except be a kid again," commented Leo.
Don blinked. Leo did have a fair point.....
"What is it about Neverland that makes you young forever?"
Mikey shrugged.
"Who knows? But....." Mikey paused, looking somewhat abashed in the flickering light.
".....I really, really wanna go there." Mikey paused, waiting for the insults that were sure to come from his brothers.
But none came. Raph just nodded thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't.....really mind that either."
As the turtles withdrew under the covers again, Don turned to the side.
Neverland.....
That would be....really, really......
Leo blinked, sleepily.
He wasn't sure why he'd woken up, seeing how warm and soft his surroundings were, but something had startled him. He blinked again, rubbing at his eyes. He somehow had the feeling he hadn't been asleep for very long.
A quiet rustling sound came from underneath the crate they had been using as a bed. Leo jumped.
Had a mouse gotten in here? Splinter could speak rodent....but it all sounded like intangible squeaks, growls, and twitters.
Leo turned to shake Mikey, who groaned, and sank deeper into the warmth of the pillows.
"Mikey....." Leo whispered, jostling him harder. "Mikey, wake up."
"Mrrrmmmthhhh......wha?"
"I think there's a mouse in here."
All of a sudden, Mikey was very much awake, peering over the side of the bed with interest. The candle had finally died out, leaving them cloaked in darkness. Mikey shivered.
"I don't hear anyth-"
But suddenly, the rustling sound came back. Mikey paused.
"Well....I don't see anything."
Leo jostled Raph and Don slightly. Raph groaned.
"Agghhh....Leo, what is....?"
Mikey jumped.
"There it is again!"
"Hmmmm?" Don rubbed at his eyes. "What is it?"
Mikey held up a finger. A pause. Then, the rustling sound continued from under the bed. Don blinked.
"What is it? A bug?"
Raph suddenly gulped. He hated insects!
"Someone go and see what's down there."
Being a naturally curious turtle, Don volunteered to peer under, as long as Leo and Raph held on tightly to his ankles.
As Don was carefully lowered, the turtle slowly turned his head.
He was now beginning to feel slightly nervous. What if it was a monster?
But all Don did was let out an astonished cry. Mikey leapt to the side of the bed, eyes wide.
"Don? Donny? You okay?"
Silence. Don appeared to be trembling.
"R-Raph? Get your flashlight. Something under here is moving! And, from what I can see, it's not a mouse!"
The turtles looked at each other, faces anxious in the small light Raph's taped together flashlight could manage.
Slowly, each one made their way to the bed's edge, none of them willing to touch the floor.
But, as Leo lowered the small light, they found it quite unnecessary as a frantic tinkling sounded from below...
....with a small, glimmer of light.
Mikey yelped and leapt back, heart hammering. Raph bit his lip, and carefully lowered his head....
...to see a small, petite figure, wrapped in a skeleton leaf, attempt to free her delicate wing from an old book that had trapped it.
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Raph shot back up, eyes wide.
Okay. He was dreaming. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming.
And, at any moment, he would wake up.
Right about.....now.
Nothing. As Leo curiously bent down and froze at the sight, Raph closed his eyes again.
Still nada....
Don, heart pounding against his ribs, snatched the book from the table and, trembling, held it up to the light after peeking down.
The fairy on the cover was a near exact match of the fairy below.
