Title: Unsure

Summary: April reflecting on Don's feelings for her
Setting: POST-Metalhead
Rated: PG
Characters: April, Donatello

Dis: I don't own TMNT

Start Time: 2:00pm

April paused in the doorway that led to the lair and sighed deeply. Pulling strands of red hair away from her face she then brought her hands together and started wringing her fingers. Tense wasn't a strong enough of word to describe how she was feeling at that moment. After the last mission she accompanied the guys on she knew now, without a doubt, that Donatello had feelings for her.

How was she supposed to react to that?

She had put him up on the small shelf of friends that she already had along with his brothers and never even thought for a second that his feelings would run deeper than that. Then small cues like him blushing or that time she caught him trying to secretly take her picture while she was eating pizza started making sense. Ok, sure, he was a mutant but he was also a teenage boy interacting with a girl for the first time. Maybe these feelings would pass?

Except, she remembered all the things he said when he thought she wasn't listening and at the time she'd been distant and acted annoyed, mainly because she was focused on finding her father. But now? Now she was worried that because she didn't react to those feelings that things would be weird with her and Donnie. And she didn't want that. She didn't want to lose the closest friend she's had in a long time.

"This is ridiculous, April. You've faced alien robots and have encountered mutated turtles and their father who is a large rat. You can deal with a boy and his feelings for you. Just... Be cool. Don't even talk about it unless the topic is broached. Yeah, that sounds good. Just... Ignore it. For now. Until things settle down and you find dad. THEN you can worry about Donatello and try to figure out your own feelings... Wait... My own feelings? Does that mean I like him? ARGH! I don't know!"

She kicked at the sewer wall in frustration then yelped, immediately grabbing her toe. THAT had smarted! A movement in the doorway had her glancing up and there, looking worried: was Don. Oh no. Had he heard her? Oh she wasn't sure what she'd do if he had! Already she felt her face flushing a bright red in embarrassment and if she had a shell like her four mutated friends she'd have hidden in it right about now.

"Oh, hey Don." She straightened then made a fist and awkwardly bumped him on the shoulder, planting a fake-semi-shaky smile on her face. "Sup, buddy?"

"Buddy?" he asked, giving her a once over. "You ok?"

"Fine! Great! Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, voice pitched a little high.

"I don't know... That's why I was asking..." He glanced at her again, his kind eyes calculating. "You sure you're ok?"

"Never better. Hey! I got some Intel on the Kraang I think you guys would like."

"Really? Sweet!" He smiled, showing off his gaping smile. "Come inside and let's see what you have."

Smiling, April followed him in. Crisis adverted, she hoped... At least for now.

END: 2:10