Title: Cosmopolitan: Revelations

Author: vashsunglasses

Rating: T

Fandom: TMNT

Disclaimer: TMNT belongs to Mirage.

Summary: One Shot. Drabblish. Being the only scientist in the family, Donatello finds it easy to hide certain facts that are best kept secret. Genderfic.

Author's Note: Oh man... I know that I have had horrible writer's block and all, but this is just ridiculous. I am so sorry for leaving you all hanging. Please don't kill me. You probably want to reread this fic from the beginning after all this time, just FYI...


Revelations

Part 2


Michelangelo rubbed his plastron with his hand. He hadn't laughed that hard in months and his insides hurt. He glanced over at his pouting brother, 'Sister...?' and had to swallow down the snickers that rose from the depths at the way Donatello seemed to radiate depression from every pore. 'Melodrama much, Don?' he thought to himself with an interior smirk. It wasn't like anyone was going to hate him, er... her for something like this. Kind of embarrassing, yeah, but not the end of the world. He decided to throw his poor benighted sibling a bone, "Can a person know something without actually knowing it? I mean, like, I didn't know about this girl thing and all, but when you told me I was totally, like, ah ha! You know?"

Donnie's head poked up from where she had buried it in her knees, "You mean you knew it subconsciously?"

Mikey sat up, "Uh yeah, duh."

"Oh..." Donnie replied, relieved. One of the thoughts that had flown through her head previously was that maybe she gave off some kind of pheromones that her brother could pick up. Which led to horrible thoughts that made her wish she had read less fanfiction. There was no way in hell that she would ever... that they could... just... YUCK. She shuddered in disgust and pushed the thoughts as far away as possible.

Mikey didn't know what Don was thinking about to make her grimace like that, but it amused him to know that his older sibling's overactive imagination would never change. 'At least I'm not the only one in this family with weird stuff in my head...' He leaned back on the bed, "So, how big a secret is this? Are we talking decoder rings or what?"

Donnie scowled, "Mikey, this is serious!"

"What, like everyone's gunna stop loving you if they find out?" 'piffle'

Donatello could almost feel Michelangelo's eyes rolling in their sockets. "It's not like that..." she said softly, "It's just that a person's gender colors the way you see them. I mean, nobody thinks twice about male mutant turtles walking around naked, but what about female mutant turtles?" The image of herself wearing several layers of formal kimono flickered behind her eyelids.

Michelangelo's face scrunched up incredulously, "But dude, you've always walked around in your birthday suit. It's not like there's anything showing. You know..." he waved his hands around in what was supposed to be a suggestive manner but it looked more like a pigeon having a seizure. "Anyway, I've known you are a girl for a whole ten minutes already and I'm not all scandalized at your graphic nudity or whatever."

"Yeah, but Mikey," Donnie said, "You... you're not like other people."

Mikey flung his arms over his head, "I'm going to pretend that was a compliment," he said airily.

"It was a compliment, doofus." Don smacked her brother's arm and stood up, pacing to the end of the room and then returning. She opened her mouth to speak and then- "Hey wait!" she exclaimed, tilting her head towards the door, "they've stopped arguing."

"Sweet!" Mikey cheered, jumping off the bed and running towards the door, "Now I can finish my movie!"

"Wait!" Donnie screeched, diving into her brother's path and hissing as she stepped on a loose screw, "Promise me you won't say anything!" she moaned as she picked up her tender foot and saw a small drop of blood on the underside.

"I promise, I promise! Sheesh don't injure yourself." He reached out to steady her as she poked at her wounded foot. "It'll be just fine, don't worry! And even if it isn't, just send them to me and I'll knock some sense into them." His smile was bright but something undefinable flickered in his eyes as he said it.

'So even he's not sure how they'll react, not really.'

"So, can I go watch my movie now or are we going to have to amputate your foot?" he asked with a smirk.

"Get out of here."

"But Donnie, what if you get gangrene? How will you even tell the difference?"

"Out!"