He stopped breathing, He stopped breathing. No no, nonononono.

April tried thinking of another way to get Donnie to wake up. He was the first of all his brothers to get trapped like this, if she couldn't wake him...she didn't want to think about it. She couldn't lose her friend.

Ever since the bigfoot incident her feelings had started to grow, ever since finding out the why Donnie felt and the dejection from thinking that she didn't care. When she heard him say that he was to her as bigfoot was to him, her heart ached, and she did the only thing she knew would help cheer him up. It was satisfying to see the look of shocked confusion and hope on his face.

She prayed Casey would hurry up, because she didn't know how much longer she could handle seeing Donnie fade away without being able to do much. As her last hope she pressed her fingers to Donnie's temple, his head in her lap, and concentrated on him. Willing him to come back she saw a glimpse of what he was seeing, and a spike of fear she felt and knew was not her own.

Startled she dropped her hands from his temple. She sucked in a breath, before bringing her hands back down.


"There's no where you can run, that I cannot find you, my salty boy." The demented red beaver laughed again. He had been running from him for what felt like hours, his legs sore and achy. He pressed on, fear causing adrenaline to pump through his veins.

He had found it odd when he realised he and his brothers had adrenal glands, but that's off subject. He shook his head of the distracting thoughts and tried to focus on a way to wake up. April was trying to tell him he was asleep, so he had to wake up, and soon.

He was awfully tired though, all this running, trying to wake himself, and now his brothers, and dream beavers. DREAM BEAVERS for pete's sake. Donnie was practically dead on his feet as he readied to attack the creatures alongside his brothers, when he felt something.

Something, was calling him. Something...familiar.

He turned around and squinted, trying to see what was tugging his soul in the other direction. Feeling the incessant tug, he followed where it was leaving him. As he walked away he ignored shouts from his brothers and the confused yells of the beavers.

He tentatively reached out as a tendril of yellow and silver light swirled gracefully around his arm. His mouth split into a grin as more tendrils came from a bright unknown light source ahead of him, wrapped themselves around him, and pulled him into it. It gave him a feeling of belonging, and filled his heart with warmth and joy.


April's focus on pulling Donnie out, had somehow pulled her in. Looking around she watched, transfixed, as tendrils of soft purple and brown light swirled around her tenderly. She reached out slowly and let the warm rays wrap around her arm gently, dancing almost.

The odd light radiated comfort and exuberated love, which in turn made April giddily laugh, thoroughly enjoying the contact.

Not long after she felt Donnie's presence become extremely close. Looking up she saw him not six ft. away, gazing at her with a loving smile tugging his lips upward to reveal the adorable gap in his teeth.

"Donnie!" She exclaimed before running up to him and hugging him with all her might. "I was afraid..."

"Shhh. It's ok, I won't let anything hurt you angel."

Angel?

She looked up at Donnie, questions in her eyes.

"Something wrong April?" At hearing her name she shook her head.

"Just glad your ok. But..." He cut her off with a kiss, catching her completely off guard.

She stood shocked for a few seconds before registering the feel of his large hands, lazily crossed at the small of her back, tugging her forward. Then she was aware of his lips, and wondered how she couldn't have noticed them before.

She tilted her head to the side, instinctively allowing Donnie to deepen the kiss. April didn't bother to resist, enjoying the movement of surprisingly soft lips against her own. And when Donnie nibbled her bottom lip, sneakily opening her mouth for his tongue, she didn't complain, but embraced the sweet yet strong and bitter flavor associated with coffee, and was a hundred percent Donnie.

April sighed as his tongue explored her mouth meticulousl, and his right hand gripped her hip, as his left rubbed up and down her back. Each unaware as the purple and yellow tendrils tied themselves together, and the silver and brown melded to make a single landscape surrounding both beings as they continued to lock lips.

April found herself holding the back of Donnie's head with one hand, and her other on his plastron. Both holding the other close as there senses united as one.

Donnie was the first to pull away as he gazed into the eyes of his cutely, flush faced, kunoichi tenshi. He had to admit, he was really enjoying the view.

"I wish to high heavens this was real, but even though it isn't, I want you to know how much I love you. Aishiteimasu."

April's heart broke. He didn't think this was real? She felt pain at his words, but it didn't just feel like it was hers. It felt almost like she and Donnie were sharing feelings.

"Donnie..." Before she could say more, their world seemed to dissolve around them and slowly melt back into the living area at the farm house.

April watched as each turtle groaned before stretching.

"You're ok!" Without much thought she pecked Donnie on the lips, causing a silly laugh to bubble from his chest.

"The dream plug is broken! The beavers are free! Free to destroy our world! ALL IS LOST! ALL IS LOST!" April's worry increased as Bernie continued to freak out, and a low hum could be heard near Mikey on the other side of the room. Suddenly a purple twister surrounded by lightning stuck the floor, and appeared...four, fluffy, beavers?

"Wait a second."

"Awww, dang."

Their voices were high, they sounded almost like the chipmunks.

"Hi Dave." Mikey waved to the daft looking blue one.

"Hi Mikey."

"SHUT UP, DAVE!."

"This is IT!? This is what I've been protecting the earth from for forty years!? PLUSH TOYS!?"

Casey swung his bat over his shoulder. "If I were you guys, I'd be..."

"Leaving. My thoughts exactly. Come beavers! Let us leave this world for one that is..." Casey pushed him with the end of his bat to stop his rambling. "Alright, we're going, big boy."

April watched, amused, as the beavers left in a swirl of turquoise smoke, laughing maniacally.

"April, Casey, giant talking turtles." Everyone turned as Bernie addressed them. "I've been awake for forty years for, no good reason so(yawn) If you'll excuse me." Bernie dropped like a ton of bricks, barely able to get his sentence out before his bodies demand for sleep took over, and he began snoring loudly.

Casey shook is head. "Well, who wants to help me carry him back home?"

Donnie got up silently and hoisted Bernie up by his shoulders and Casey grabbed his feet. They were half way to the van when Donnie suddenly remembered.

"Wait a second. Did, did April kiss me a while back?"

"In your dreams Donatello."

Donnie thought back to the pleasant turn his dream took before he was awoken. Yeah. Donnie thought. Only ever in my dreams.

April watched Casey and Don as they carried Bernie out. Not a few seconds after they left, a pang of longing that wasn't her own panged painfully in her chest, causing her to wonder just how much her and Donnie were connected now because of the incident.