Chapter 1

Donnie's POV

There she is, lying in bed, on her stomach, in nothing but her green cotton undies, her long, trim legs and perfectly sculpted back exposed to the cool air of her room. I can't help this tightening in my groin or my racing heart as I glide my hands along the length of her. I start at her ankles and slowly drag my hands up her form, skimming over her perfect ass to her strong back and into her very short, dark hair. My nails graze her hips, earning me a throaty moan.

I want to rip her undies off and take her right now, but I know I need to wait. I move back down to her ankles and tease my way back up to her neck, nipping and gently scratching as I go. Gods, her skin feels so soft in my hands. I know she likes what I am doing because she is moaning my name. She smells like candy I just want to devour.

I whisper in her ear, nipping the delicate skin under the lobe, "Tell me, my Queen. Tell me."

Shivers run up her spine and I feel like a god, that I can make her do that. I hear her moan, again, as she squirms to ease her own ache. She moves perfectly and I feel fire running through my veins. I want nothing more than to bury myself in her, to make my goddess scream my name.

"Donnie! Wake Up!"

My eyes shot open to my older brother, Raphael, standing over me. He smiles and says, "Master Splinter says meditation time is over; time for breakfast. Oh! And Leo blew up the toaster again."

"Fuck! Again! That's the third time this week! Leo," I shout as I get up.

Suddenly, my big brother looks and sounds a little awkward when he says, "Hot dream, huh," as he puts his large fists on his hips.

"Wha," I start as I turn to him.

"Look down," he chuckles and walks away.

I look down to see the definite bulge in my khaki work pants. "Aw, son-of-a-bitch!"

When I finally make it to breakfast, Mikey starts in about whom I was dreaming about. This drags me into a lecture from Leo; who, then, ropes me into a stern talking to from my father…about women and sex. It's a discussion we have already had at least a dozen times. Usually I just sit there, respectfully silent, but for some reason, today I opened up.

"Dad, I have spent half my life dreaming of her. I was 14 the first time. The way sunlight lights up her blue green eyes, the gentle wave in her silky chestnut hair before she cut it off. The way the sun loves her skin, turning it a delectable caramel color. After a few years, I knew everything about her. From the way she takes her coffee to the way she smells after her shower; like lavender and chamomile baby soap. I know where the scar on the back of her head is from (a fight with a cousin years ago); why she walks different at night than during the day. I watched the dew of creation under her skin while she carried her children. I know she fought like hell to keep her oldest son in for 10 months and then fought like hell to get him out. I know everything but where she is. My brothers have it wrong. They think I am an insomniac, but it's more that I can't sleep without the despair settling in. Hell, half the time when I sleep I feel her. It's also why I put off meditating as long as I can. I feel her strong, gentle hands on me, her sweet, soft, skin under my own, and her gentle breath panting on my neck as I pin her down. I am afraid to sleep because I know I will lose myself in her, even from this far. So, I force myself to stay awake. If I work myself into exhaustion, I can actually sleep without seeing her, and it gives me a few days where it doesn't hurt as bad. I work so hard in my lab to keep from feeling the distance. A part of me is somewhat afraid to physically hold her, even though we both know it would be perfection.

Yesterday, she let me hear a song called The Distance by some Danish band she likes. I agreed it was kind of our situation. And she does have my name written all over her heart; well, an old name, to be fair. I feel her, her joys, her sorrows through whatever this is; when all she needs is me. When the only thing she wants is to know where I am and when I will find her; like I promised her I'd do.

There are dreams that suck. Don't get me wrong, Dad, most of the dreams suck, but the two that are the most sucktastic are the fog and her dying. Promising her I would find her as she died in my arms. The fog keeps us from finding one another, but at the very end, I find her, and I just can't reach her; something keeps me stuck right where I stand, while her feet are tied to the earth. There are just a few inches between our fingertips, but it feels like lightyears.

I can smell her. I hear her voice when no one is in the lab. I feel her reassuring touch when I get scared or frustrated. Dad, I think I am going crazy."

My father just smiled, "You are not going crazy, my son. Some people are fated to be together. I believe this woman to be your fate. Do not lose hope, Don," he said as he put his hand on my shell.

"It hurts, Dad."

"I know, my son. But she will arrive in the most unexpected of ways and times. Do not lose faith. Now, I go to tea with the Daimyo." And with that, he left.

For a moment, I prayed, once again, to every god I could think of, that they would see fit to send her to me or me to her as the soul deep pain lit my heart again. I sat still for a minute to reel it all back in so my brothers didn't know just how much pain I was in without my Mama.

A few hours later, I was sitting with my brothers, trying to watch a movie when there was a bright light and the sound of someone falling off of something low to the concrete. As light dissipated, there she was, lying there in an oversized t-shirt and plaid, flannel boxers. My goddess was here, and bleeding on the floor.

I saw Leo jump up at the same time I scrambled for her. He started asking questions faster than I could answer him. "Where did she come from? Why is she here? Who is she? Don, what's wrong with her?"

"Leo," Raph growled. "Let him check her out."

After checking her breathing and her heart, I sat back, placing her glasses on the sofa table. "She is ok, just knocked out. I'd like to know how she got the black eyes. It's just a bloody nose and her dentures. As for all your other questions, Leo; I don't know, I don't know, and MINE," I growled.

That made my brothers jump.

"Easy, Donnie," Mikey said. "We just want to be sure she's ok. So, this is 'Mama'? She has dentures?"

I nodded and gathered her up in my arms. "Yes, Mike, this is my Mama. She had to have them. There was some shoddy dental work done, along with starvation rations during key times, so she lost them all." I said as I laid her on the couch on her stomach. I gently touched her cheek, only for her to instinctively relax and gently smile.

"She doesn't look like much," Leo said.

I smiled, "Looks can be deceiving, big brother; she's got a core stronger than steel, and she is smart and clever as all get out." My hand trailed through her short and soft dark hair, as I near willed her awake. My brothers went to the kitchen and I knelt down next to her, gently placing a kiss in her hairline. Then, I went into the kitchen to talk to Leo about the toaster.

About an hour later, she still hadn't woken up yet and my brothers and I were all getting antsy.

"Why isn't she awake yet," Leo asked.

"Chill, Leo. I don't understand why she isn't awake yet but she could be exhausted. All her vital signs are normal. Other than the obvious, nothing's wrong, Leo."