Authoress' Notes: I. Am. ALIVE! (takes deep breath) Whew. Well, I'd like to thank everyone, especially the amazing Kat a.k.a. randomlass for their immense patience with me; I'm currently an Assistant Manager at a little Gift Shop, so that takes up a lot of time, plus my Security job. Also, just a little shout-out: I'm a Beta for RockinThatAfroPic; anyone who likes "Twilight", especially Edward and Jasper, should go check out her Stories. There's a link in my Profile under "Favourite Authors" to her Profile.
Anyway, I'd like to give a huge "thank you" to randomlass (Kat, you get hugs, too, for being my inspiration for this Story), AshK (dude, you keep changing that on me!), and Sasami1 (thank you, but I did check for time differences) for Reviewing; I'd also like to thank InsanityxPrevails, for Favouriting and Alerting "Pure Memories". You guys (and girls) rock! Without further adieu, I give you the new, and final, Chapter!
Dedication: As most of my Ninja Turtles stories… I'd like to Dedicate "Pure Memories" to randomlass, who will always be Kat, and all that, to me. Thanks for your continued support of The Kathy Chronicles, Kat! It means a lot. :D
Summary of Part Two: Kathy and Raph arrive back at the Lair, and Ryn joins Kathy in telling, and reminiscing, of a Christmas years past. Another side of Casey is revealed…
Disclaimer: (1) No, I do not own any of the characters mentioned or shown below, with the exception of Katherine "Kathy" Jones (no relation to Kat a.k.a. randomlass, before anyone asks); the Ninja Turtles cast belong to Mirage Studios (I think…), but definitely Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird, whereas the "CSI:Miami" characters mentioned within belong to the genius that is Anthony E. Zuiker. I'm just borrowing them to satisfy my Muse.
Disclaimer: (2) I don't claim ownership of Kathryn "Ryn" Thompson; that right belongs to my IBFF, Kat a.k.a. randomlass who was kind enough to let me use her for The Kathy Chronicles as the childhood best friend of my own OC, Kathy. Thanks, Kat!
Part Two : Remember When… With My Best Friend
"There's always a firs' for everythin', Kat," he replied as they exited the apartment complex and headed straight for his Shellcycle.
"Most of the time, yes; however, not with Tim and Clue, against me," she waited for him to get on first as they put their helmets and adjusted them on their heads, before she mounted the bike behind him. "Onwards, and away, my dear Chauffer!"
"Yer askin' for it, Katherine," he winced when she hit his shoulder with her helmet-clad head.
"Don't. Call. Me. Katherine," Kathy growled, hanging on around his waist as he sped through the early morning traffic to the hidden garage in the abandoned warehouse that was an entrance to the Lair.
A few minutes later, they arrived and Raph pressed a button on his Cycle; the doors slid open, slamming closed moments after the Cycle entered the Garage. Kathy gripped him tighter at the loud noise, ignoring his attempt to shake her off. He rolled his eyes at her, "Y'know, Kat, I'd 'preciate it if you didn' try t'pop me outta my Shell; 'm sure Don'd 'preciate it, too."
She made a disgusted noise and fell sideways off of the Cycle as she attempted to get the image that was now in her mind, thanks to the innuendo in that particular comment, "Eeew-oww," she groaned as she hit the cement on her side.
He snickered at her, getting off of his Cycle as she took off her helmet and set it beside herself on the ground, "Katherine, Katherine - hey, watch it, Girly!" He ducked her shoe expertly, eying her as she began to tug off her other shoe; ironically, they were kitten heels, and he dryly commented, "Lemme guess: don' call ya Katherine."
She glared up at him from the floor, "You know I hate it when you and the others call me by my full name; the only one allowed to get away with it is Master Splinter."
"Teacher's Pet," he snorted at her; he muttered curse words when her second shoe hit him solidly on the shoulder.
"Stupid Bum," Kathy stuck her tongue out at him, scrambling to her feet and dashing for the Elevator before he could react; she pressed the button and giggled happily as they closed just as he reached them. When it reached the main Lair, she stepped off with a smug grin, "Donnie? Where're you, Handsome?" She called, her voice echoing a bit through the Lair; she knew that, by now, Leonardo and Splinter would be in the Dojo while Mikey would be able to sleep through a stampede.
"In the Kitchen, Beautiful!" His voice floated to her and she walked towards it, in her sock-clad feet; when she reached the doorway, he looked up at her from his open Laptop, and got a confused look on his face as he took in her lack of footwear, "Um, Kathy, where are your heels?"
"Up in the Garage; I threw them at Raph," Kathy replied, as though the reason should be self-explanatory.
He raised an eyeridge at her, an amused smile crossing his beak, "Let me guess: he kept calling you Katherine."
"Yep; got it in one, Don," she winked, crossing over to sit on a stool next to him and gulp down the steaming cup of cocoa that was on the kitchen island in front of her; without her asking, Donnie slid over another mug of the steaming chocolate before he blushed as she immediately perked up and threw her arms around him and kissed him firmly on his lips.
"K-Kathy, Ryn…" he stuttered, pink in the face; however, despite his words, his hands came to rest on her waist instinctively.
"Oh, she doesn't mind the PDA; do you, Ryn?" Kathy turned her attention to her boyfriend's Laptop, on which the image of her best friend, Kathryn Thompson, was shaking with laughter.
"Of course not, Katy," the brunette managed to get out between her giggles. "Ooh, oww…" She left the screen via falling off of the computer chair she'd been perched in.
"Are you okay, Ryn?" Kathy hid a smirk successfully behind her hands, pretending to yawn.
"Yah, I'm fine," the perky violet eyed eighteen year old waved a hand lazily as she re-perched herself on the computer chair; behind her, Kathy recognized her best friend's bedroom. "So, didja get it, Kat?"
"'Course I did; if I didn't, do you think I would've told you I did - oh, wait, never mind," Kathy grinned when her friend gave her a mocking look. "So, what page is this picture supposedly on?" She shrugged off her small backpack and pulled out the pink photo album.
"It's on the…" They heard the pages turning as Ryn turned the pages of her own photo album, which was purple-pink. "Twelfth page."
"Oh, no…" Kathy flipped the pages and couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her at the sight of the picture; it was of a ten year old Kathy standing proudly beside a ten year old Ryn as they each held the hands of a twenty three year old Casey. In the background Donnie saw snow on the ground, along with several people milling around, and had to smile at how cute the two girls looked bundled up in matched yellow and blue snowsuits. "This is what you wanted to embarrass me with, Ry?"
"It was a great Christmas!" She argued, grinning.
"Why is Casey covered in snow? And both yours and Ryn's hair is wet, Beautiful," Donnie chuckled.
"The Great Snow-Wars of 1998," the two girls chorused, giggling.
"The Snow-wha?" Raph came in at this point and pointedly deposited Kathy's heels on her lap.
"Hey, owie," Kathy complained, kicking playfully out at him. "Jerk."
"An' ya love me for it, Kat," he retorted, plopping down beside his brother. "Hey, Ryn. S'up?"
"Hey, Raph; just remembering a Christmas from long ago."
"Dat you?" He jabbed a finger at the girl in the yellow snowsuit; her hair was up in lopsided pigtails.
"No, that's me, Raphie," Kathy rolled her eyes. "My favourite colour's always been yellow or gold; Ryn's always been partial to blue or purple."
"So, what happened?" Raph demanded to know.
The two girls shared a reminicising look before Ryn began, "Well, it was Christmas Day, so December 25th, 1998..."
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"Aw, do I have ta watch the two brats, Ma?" Twenty-three year old Arnold Casey Jones whined, pouting.
"Yes; Jessica, Hailey, John, and James are coming to Church with me," Maria Jones placed her hands on her hips sternly. "You agreed to watch these two little Angels last night while we went, because Kathy just got over her cold two days ago and they don't want to risk her still having the germs and spreading it to others," she placed a hand on the two brown heads of hair of the two ten year old girls who stood at her side, looking innocent.
"I was drunk last night, dough. Besides, dey ain't no Angels, Ma; those two are Pure Evil," he snorted, glaring when the one with her hair up in twin pigtails, his younger Cousin Katherine Jones, giggled sweetly; the other girl, her best friend Kathryn Thompson, just continued to beam up at his mother.
"You know, Arnold, I could always stay home with you, if you think you need help," Maria suggested.
He looked horrified, "No, Ma; I can do it," he hastily agreed.
His mother simply chuckled, walking out the door after she kissed each of the girls on their head and her son on the cheek, "Now, Sweeties, you be good for Arnold, alright? When we get home, we'll have some special treats for you."
"Yes, Auntie!" The two girls chorused, sounding completely innocent.
When the door closed behind his mother, Casey's blue eyes widened when the two little girls' faces changed to smirks reminiscent of him when he was about to cause trouble. "Oh, crud…"
"We wanna play!" Kathy crossed her arms petulantly.
"Yeah, it's Christmas Day, Spacey; and it's snowin'!" Ryn agreed, nodding.
"… play, what, you Lil' Devils?" Casey just knew he was going to regret this; he knew it like he knew that his adorable little Cousin had him wrapped around her pinkie finger.
"Can we build a snowman?" Kathy bounced excitedly in place, pigtails swinging.
"No, you heard Ma, Kitten: yer just gettin' over a cold," he rubbed a hand down his face when her bottom lip began to tremble and she sniffled. "No, Kat; if you get sick again, I'll be blamed… again."
Ryn gave him what he was sure was supposed to be a loathsome glare, but the effect was ruined by her biting the corner of her lip to hide a smirk; he silently wondered why he ever thought it'd be great to teach them to act so innocent as she wrapped her tiny arms around her best friend and pet her hair softly, "Aw, Katy, it's a'ight… Casey's just a big meanie-bo-beanie."
Kathy whimpered, her eyes filling up with what her elder Cousin knew to be crocodile tears but that didn't stop the pang he felt at how miserable she looked as she burrowed into her best friend's arms. "No, Ry; Case's jus' tryin' to be responsible. It - it's not his fault that Auntie doesn't want me to go out…"
"Dammit…" Casey growled, knowing he was beat when she turned her big, watery eyes to him and snuffled. "Fine! A'ight? We'll go build a snowman, Kitten. But, if you get sick again, I ain't takin' no blame; kapish?"
Both girls grinned happily, transforming before his eyes, "Kapish!"
"I'm doomed, I just know it…" Casey grumbled as he set to work bundling both girls up in the matching snowsuits they'd received for Christmas. He scrunched his nose as he was knelt in front of Ryn, buttoning her periwinkle blue snowsuit, "Dammit… don't you ever tell anyone I've gone all… domestic." He shuddered, causing the two girls to giggle at him before they jumped on him in a hug; he grunted as the force sent him to the floor. "Crap."
"We love you, Case!" The two girls chorused sweetly, kissing each of his cheeks with big grins; they didn't notice, or didn't care, that his face turned pink at their actions.
"'Cause, if we didn't, Auntie'd be sooo mad 'bout the bad words you keep sayin'," Kathy smiled innocently, rocking back and forth on her heels as she and Ryn got off of her Cousin.
"But we promise not to tell anyone 'bout how d'mestic you are," Ryn continued, beaming happily as she copied her best friend. "It'll be our secret!" She winked playfully.
Rolling his steel blue eyes at them, Casey picked himself up off of the floor and set to work on shrugging on his winter jacket. "How come I get de feelin' yer just bidin' yer time, Brats?"
"We dunno," the blinked naively up at him as they let him push their boots onto their feet while the other girl steadied her friend.
"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled, ushering them out the door, and making sure he had the key before he locked it securely. "Let's go, Kitten, and Mittens."
"How come I'm Mittens?" Ryn pouted at Kathy as the girls dutifully followed her Cousin.
"Maybe 'cause you like mittens?" Kathy smiled, gesturing to her friend's hand-knit mitten-clad hands with her own hand-woven glove-clad hands.
They reached the first floor of the Jones' Apartment complex and, with a long-suffering sigh, Casey held his hands out for the girls to take; happily the girls did so, and Casey turned red at the giggles of a few of the older ladies that lived in their complex as he allowed himself to be steered towards the crosswalk by his two charges. "You never heard dat old Nursery Rhyme, Kath, Ryn?" He was surprised.
Both girls looked confused and Kathy questioned as they finished crossing and walked towards a favourite Park, "What Rhyme, Casey?"
"The Three Little Kittens; duh."
"But we're two Kittens, dumb-bum," Ryn snickered at the glare he aimed at her; after years of friendship with his Cousin, Ryn was just as impervious as Kathy to Casey's tantrums. "Katy, I think Casey needs to go back to School."
"Nah; Casey just plays dumb," Kathy disagreed with a shriek as Casey let go off her hand and made to grab her. "Casey! Lemme go!" She laughed as she struggled in his grasp, "Ry, help me!"
"Never fear, Ryn is here!" Ryn yelled as she jumped onto Casey's back, causing him to stumble before he expertly tossed the shrieking Kathy into a nearby snow drift; reaching behind himself, he easily extracted Ryn off of his back before he threw her to join her best friend. "Eeep!"
Narrowing her hazel eyes mischievously, Kathy shared a glance with Ryn and both girls took up glops of snow and threw them at Casey. "Uh-oh," Kathy cringed when one of her snowballs hit one of the teenage boys that Casey was fond of.
The boy looked over after the snowball hit the back of his head, and seeing who it was, grinned before he announced loudly, "Snowball Fight!"
"Lil' Devils," Casey dodged as suddenly snowballs were beginning to fly every which way. "Wait, wait! Hold up, guys!" He yelled; almost immediately, everyone stopped mid-motion. "If we're gonna do dis, we're gonna do it right, a'ight?"
"Ooh, I wanna be on Casey's Team!" Kathy bounced up to her Cousin and slipped her hand into his; tugging on it, he looked down in time to see her pout and bat her eyes, "Pretty please?"
He sighed, rubbing his head, "I guess so, Kitten; I s'pose you wanna be on my Team, too, Ryn?"
"Since you asked so nicely, okay~!" Ryn laughed at his crestfallen look when he realized what had just happened.
"Ugh, crap; I walked into dat one… so, ev'ryone get into Teams of three; dere's, what? Nine or ten of us?"
After a few minutes, everyone was situated into a Team; there were two Teams of three, including Casey's Team, and one Team of four. "Ready?" Kathy screamed in excitement.
"Ready!" The others agreed.
"Aim?"
"Uh, Katy, it's everyone 'gainst everyone, Silly," Ryn laughed as Kathy stuck her tongue out.
"Nyah."
"Whatever," Casey smirked, dumping a handful of snow on his younger Cousin's head, "Fire at will!"
))) Present Day… (((
"The Snowball War lasted about two hours," Kathy remembered.
"And, of course, all three of us ended up with a Cold," Ryn laughed, violet eyes bright. "But it was so worth it!"
"I still dunno if it was worth Auntie's lecture, though…" Kathy mused aloud. "But, it was so much fun, I couldn't really care."
"Plus, the look on all of the others' faces when we ended up rolling that huge snowball down that hill and into Chris' group…" Ryn sighed happily.
"Who took the picture, Beautiful?"
"One of the ladies in Auntie's building had come out with hot chocolate for everyone and she wanted to try out her new camera," Kathy replied, sipping her fourth cup of cocoa; at the amused looks of her best friends, and boyfriend, she pouted, "What? I looked completely adorable!" She knew it wasn't how she looked in the photo, but her apparent obsession with hot chocolate that caused them to laugh at her.
"Whatever y'say, Kat," Raph snickered as she attempted to kick him around her boyfriend's legs. "It's good t'know that yer aim's always been bad."
"Jackass," she huffed, squeaking when Mikey reached over her and placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of her, "Meep! Mikey, when'd you wake up?"
"When Raphie stormed through the Lair trying to find you, Babe," he chuckled at her. "If you don't want the pancakes, I can eat them -"
"Nuh-uh! My chocolate chip pancakes!" She grinned, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek, "Thanks, Mike; you're the best fun-loving-awesome-cook brother a girl could ask for!"
He turned a suspicious shade darker, much to his brothers' amusement. "Hey, Mike, do I need to worry about you stealing my girlfriend away?" Normally Donnie didn't tease his brothers, but he couldn't resist it this time.
Both his brother and girlfriend shared a look before they chorused, "Me and him/her? Eeew!"
"I'll take him if you don't want him, Katy," Ryn's mischievous comment caused poor Mikey to turn a deeper shade as the Lair was filled with peals of laughter.
Fin.
Authoress' Notes: Well, after a… (checks) nearly five-month absence, I finally got this Story finished. (sighs) I am SO sorry, Kat; I hadn't thought it'd be that hard to figure out how I wanted it done. Lol. Well, now it's here, it's up, and it's, hopefully, good. I hope you like it, Kat, and that I kept Ryn In-Character. (HUG)
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