Sorry I took so long to update but Whoot! Another new episode! With a happy-ish ending! Huzzah!

Donnie's no longer Mr. Cranky Butt! Yay! glomps geeky turtle.

(Donnie;) Serling! Security mode! Quick! HELP!

I do not own the TMNT


What if We had faith?


"What kind of fool-hardy, thoughtless, stupid, idiotic genius is that turtle supposed to be?" Kit grumbled to herself. She was, of course referring to the way Donatello had run off into cyberspace with no intention of being followed. Fortunately she'd managed to catch up with him before he'd zipped off in that digital transport thing of his. Even then he'd seemed dead set on ignoring her if at all possible, and the way he kept mumbling to himself proved he wasn't entirely aware of her presence anyway.

At least he'd learned his lesson. Donnie had apologized to his brothers as well as to Kit. Now all he had to do was go to bed under his own power and Kit wouldn't have to drug him again.

These were the thoughts running through Kit's mind as she walked past Mikey's room. All these thoughts were likewise shoved aside when she heard a sniff from inside the room.

She stopped and peaked into the bedroom. Michelangelo was sitting on his bed looking at a notebook and from the look of the dark spots on his mask he'd been crying as well. "Mikey?"

The turtle jumped slightly and shut the notebook. "Kit! Hi! How are you?" He asked quickly, his smile twitching slightly.

Kit shrugged slightly as she leaned against the doorframe. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"Great! I mean, Serling found the bathroom! No more toilet duty!" Mikey explained cheerfully.

"Yeah, that's definitely a good thing." Kit agreed. "That all that's going on with you?" She casually brushed her fingers beneath her eyes. Mikey mimicked the motion and felt the moisture that his mask had collected.

"Tears of joy?" He suggested, his smile cracking even as he said it. Kit gently shook her head and stepped into the room. She made her way through the mess of the floor and soon climbed up onto Mikey's bed, sitting cross legged in front of him.

"You miss him, don't you?" She asked bluntly.

Mikey dropped both his gaze and his pretense. "Yeah. Like, a lot." He opened the notebook so that Kit could see an old sketch of Master Splinter on the page. On the faded white paper the old rat stood in a worn robe with his trusty walking stick clenched in one thin hand. The lines were smudged in some places and the paper was warped in a couple spots where it had gotten wet.

It was kind of obvious how the paper had gotten wet.

"You, um, you want to talk about it?" Kit asked hesitantly, hopefully with tact.

Mikey ran a thumb over the illustration, further smearing the lines. "He's supposed to be here." He said.

Kit frowned and tilted her head slightly. Mikey glanced down at his notebook, trying to put the feeling into words. "Splinter's always been there…I mean not always here there but... I mean, even in that weird superhero world thing Master Splinter was there…kinda… And I'm not making any sense am I?"

"Actually, you're making perfect sense." Kit assured him. She smiled sadly, "It's like when… when I found out about my mom. I hadn't seen her in two years, but suddenly the idea of her not being there… It tore something out of me."

This time Mikey managed a small, smile, "Yeah, your patience." Kit leaned forward and cuffed him lightly over the head. Although the hit was barely more than a tap Mikey rubbed at it as he turned back to the sketch in his notebook. "What if he's not coming back?" Mikey asked in a small voice, "What if Donnie finds all his cyber bits and we still can't get him back? Or Donnie brings him back and he's…he's still not…" Mikey's words faltered, not wanting to finish.

Kit crawled across the bed and sat next to Mike, putting an arm around his shell and giving him a small one-armed hug. "We just have to have faith. Faith in Donnie's tech and know how, faith in Master Splinter, and faith in…" She paused, not wanting to get preachy, "You know." Kit finished with a smile.

Mikey nodded. He stared at the sketch for a moment before closing the notebook and placing it aside. "Right." He said. Then, before Kit could stop him or move he seized Kit and gave her a bone crushing turtle hug. "Thanks."

When the warm-fuzzy session finally broke up Mikey grabbed the notebook and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed on a pile of black cloth that had been discarded after the day's excursions.

"So…um, since when did you guys wear clothes?" Kit asked, looking curiously at the pile of clothing.

Mikey threw his hands in the air, "Oh sure, you're allowed to wear clothes every single day but when we put on Donnie's super cool stealth suits you give us flack?" He shot back dramatically.

Kit lifted a brow and crossed her arms. "A- you're the one always going on about the 'naked ninja' and how 'dark green is better than black'. B- every time you guys are required to wear clothes you volunteer to wear a dress. Don't tell me that this has absolutely nothing to do with how uncomfortable you find pants and C-…they're kind of…well…they're cat suits. Cat suits are a girl thing."

"You're a cat." Mikey pointed out.

"I'm also a girl." Kit shot back.

"The jury's still out on that." The orange banded turtle grinned, his drying mask crinkling in amusement as he dodged Kit's fist. "Besides; I look better in that thing than any of those Hollywood babes!"

"In your dreams, you looked like a trapeze artist whose regular costume was at the cleaners." Kit scratched thoughtfully at one of her ears. "Leo on the other hand looked like and actual ninja."

Mikey rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Oh like sleeves make all the difference."

Kit grinned and tugged lightly on the sleeves of her jacket, "Absa-tively." She affirmed. With a mischievous glance toward the door she added, "Especially in Raph's case, extra long sleeves that go all the way around to the back…" Mikey sniggered helplessly, trying to keep the volume down in case Raphael over heard.


Sorry, got carried away with the ninja stealth suit bit there… : )