Hey guys! So if you haven't figured it out, the title is a really lame play on Dirty Dancing. I hope that you guys enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's not too special, but it will get more exciting in the next chapter or two, I promise :) It won't be too long, just a little scenario I came up with in my head that made me squeal. I hope you enjoy it, and I promise to get the next chapter out ASAP. Feel free to comment and please let me know what you think so far!
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It started when they had come back early from their patrol one night. The brothers had put their weapons back on the wall and had started to strip themselves of their gear.
Donatello remembered that he had wanted to replace the grip on his bo staff before the next time they headed out. So he went to one of the back rooms in the lair to grab the necessary supplies to make the alteration.
Humming to himself as he went, Donatello started to pick up the sound of musical notes that he was not creating. And it got louder as he headed for the back room.
Curious, Donatello walked silently and made is way to the door.
The room was more of a large storage closet where they kept supplies of various kinds. Everything from coffee filters to bandages to spare weapons. There was high shelving lining the walls and some boxes strewn across the floor, but other than that there was a bunch of open space in the center.
As kids, they always like to use the room as a hiding spot when they played hide-and-seek. That was, until Mikey tried to climb one of the shelves and found out that it wasn't attached to the wall…
Needless to say, Master Splinter had ordered them not to play in there again.
But now there was music filtering out through the door that stood slightly ajar, letting out a soft yellow light.
Donatello's interest peaked when he peered through the opening and found a very interesting sight before him.
There was a small silver radio sitting on the floor next to the wall outlet, chirping out a type of fast pace Latin music. And there in the center of the room, stood April O'Neil.
April had been living with them for a few weeks ever since the 'incident'. She'd been very pleasant company, and got along swimmingly with the brothers (most of the time). Her lessons with splinter had been going well, she was a quick learner and was already twice as lethal as she had been when they had first met her.
But sometimes she would sneak off somewhere without telling anyone where she'd gone. Leo had asked Splinter about it, a little worried that she was going up to the surface without them. He said that it was far too dangerous for her to do so.
But Master Splinter had only waved his son's concern away, telling him that she wasn't going far, and that she just needed some time alone.
It seemed now that she hadn't gone far at all.
Donatello felt bad for walking in on April, and was about to leave, but then something happened that mesmerized the turtle and rooted him to the spot.
She started to dance.
Not that modern body flinging that was becoming popular in internet videos today, but a very poised, very exact ballroom dance.
Donatello watched open mouthed as April strutted across the room in time with the music, lifting her feet with the grace of a swan and the sass of a rooster.
Then a heavier beat came into the music and April started to fling her hips, rebounding on every down beat. She turned and twisted, flung her head back and strutted again, all the while keeping her arms up to clasp the hand and shoulder of an invisible partner.
Donatello could not describe what she was doing by saying anything but that it was art. Pure, unchoreographed, free flowing art.
And she was good.
Really good.
Donatello had seen countless videos and movies where the people or character's had danced (though the title "Dirty Dancing" still made him blush a little), but he'd never actually seen a human dance with his own eyes, besides an occasional late night street performer.
The energy that April was producing was fantastically exhilarating. Even though the room wasn't well lit, she shined out like a burst of electrical sparks from and internal power source.
Donatello found himself starting to sway in time to the music.
He watched her for a long while, following her movements across the floor and back, never dropping her gaze or letting her arms slacken. Some of the moves that she did were so… spicy? (he felt ridiculous using that terminology, but there really was no other word for it) that he felt his cheeks get hot just from being privy to the fact that April could move like that.
She was amazing to watch.
Before he knew it though, the song was over and April was making her way towards the door where the radio lay.
Donatello stumbled back from the door, suddenly horrified that he would be caught. In the process of trying to escape unnoticed, he managed to knock over a display stand of unused swords and knives.
The sound they made when they fell was horrendous. Metal weapon scattered all over the floor. Donatello cringed and made to pick them up, when he heard both the fading music click off abruptly and the sound of multiple pairs of running feet heading towards him from back in the lair.
Donatello panicked and looked around for a place to hide. The only thing he found was a tapestry hanging from a nearby wall.
He didn't have much of a choice.
Running through the piles of scattered weapons, Donatello made it over to the wall unscathed and flung the tapestry over him just as the storage room door opened.
"What happened?" he heard Leo's voice ask from the other side of the room.
Donatello hoped to Newton that no one looked too closely at his hiding place. If they did, they would surely see the large lump against the flatness of the drapery and his feet sticking out beneath it.
"I don't know," came April's voice. "I wasn't in here when I heard it fall."
Donatello peeked out just a little to see his three brothers and April setting the stand to rights and starting to pick up the scattered weapons.
"Huh," Leo said when the stand was upright again. He teetered it back and forth, looking for any signs of wobbliness. "Guess we'll have to ask Donnie to check it out. Don't want that to happen when anyone's standing next to it."
The team leader looked over at April, who picked up the radio and a sweat towel from the ground by the door.
"What were you doing in there anyway?" Leo asked.
April shrugged nonchalantly.
"Oh, you know. Super secret girl stuff."
"Sounds kinky," Raph chuckled, but something caught his eye and shifted his attention to where Donatello was hiding. The techy pulled his head back under the cover so as not to be spotted.
Too bad he couldn't just hover in midair so his feet wouldn't be seen.
He heard a thump and Raph's exclamation as someone hit him upside the head. Probably Leo. Or April for that matter.
"Ow! Hey, I'm just saying-"
"Shut up, Raph," Leo said as their footsteps started to fade.
"Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. Don't hold back the super secret girly urges," Mikey said.
There was another smack.
"Shut up, Mikey," April said, but her voice was much more light hearted and teasing than Leo's had been.
Donatello held his breath as he listened to their voices receded into the lair. Only when they were far, far away did he allow himself to sigh.
That had been close.
Donatello pulled back the silk tapestry and stepped out-
And promptly gave a very un-ninja like shriek.
There before him stood Raphael with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a weird frown on his face.
"What are you doing?" Donatello asked, a little flustered that his brother had managed to sneak up on him.
"I could as you the same thing," Raph shot back.
Donatello rubbed the back of his neck, feeling very very caught.
"I was- ahem. I was… dusting?" he supplied lamely.
Raph raised and eyebrow.
"Dude. You were hiding behind the curtains like a five year old."
Donatello ignored the urge to tell him that it was a wall hanging, not a curtain, because it wasn't blocking anything and it was one solid piece of fabric-
"So you wanna tell me why you were hiding behind the curtain?" Raph asked, a smug yet inquisitive grin spreading over his face.
"I was not hiding," Donatello argued and lied.
Raph wasn't buying it.
He raised another eyebrow, thoroughly enjoying making his brother squirm.
Donatello stood up straighter with a set jaw, daring his brother to contradict him. Raph saw that he wasn't going to get anything else out of him for now and decided to drop it for now.
"Uhuh. Well, when you're done "dusting," dinner is on its way," Raph said, turning around and leaving the room. He clicked off the lights as he went out, leaving Donatello alone in the dark.