I do not own the TMNT.
* I mention a guy named "Guie" in this chapter. He is mine; think a combination between Bruce Wayne in Batman Beyond and… okay, a lot like old man Wayne if he were evil and sadistic. Arch nemesis of my primary OC's.
Four turtles stood uncomfortably in the carpeted hallway looking more alert than in the middle of Foot headquarters.
Kit looked at them curiously. "Why aren't you in her room making her life a living cartoon?" She asked. Instantly the four turtles made shushing motions before glancing nervously at the only door in the house adorned with posters. No noise emerged from within; none of them were called upon to suffer a horrible and bloody death at the keys of her laptop or the point of her pencil. Slowly they allowed themselves to relax a margin, instantly tensing when Kit asked, "Okay, what's the deal?"
More shushing noises until Mikey hissed, "She got stuck 'entertaining' her brother."
Confused, Kit glanced over her shoulder, "What for? They can take care of themselves."
"The married guy." Raph clarified.
"And his wife." Donnie added.
Kit flinched, "Ouch, and you're sticking around why? You don't belong to her you know."
Leo gave her a look, "You've been her character since she was a kid, you know perfectly well that her imagination always kicks into high gear when she's upset."
"I have the scars to prove it." Kit agreed. "So what? It's not like you're stuck here until then, you can do whatever you want until she actually sticks one of you into a story. She'll be ranting about real people for hours." The cat lowered her voice to a conspiring tone; "Take the chance to get any last meals or call somebody before she turns you over to Bishop or Guie."
The guys exchanged looks. "That might be a good idea." Mikey suggested.
Leo shook his head. "Even if she doesn't always like it, he's her brother and his wife is technically her sister. We can't just let her keep getting angry at them."
"And she's too quiet to do the smart thing and bite their heads off." Raph added with a smirk, purposely ignoring the look Leo shot him.
Kit leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. "Uh-huh. And just what were you thinking?" She asked skeptically.
Donatello held up a hand and in his best teaching voice explained, "Fluff."
His brothers and the cat stared at him. "Fluff?" Kit didn't seem confident in the plan.
"Fluff." Donnie nodded. "We're going to provide enough fluff to drag anyone out of a bad mood."
Mikey held up a hand. "Um… by anyone do you mean everyone? Cause the Shredder could use a little fluff and-ouch!"
Raphael's hand hung in the air for a minute before he was sure Mikey's train of thought had been truly interrupted. Turning to Donnie he asked. "What did ya have in mind Don?"
"And God will Heal." Donnie replied.
He was met with silence.
After a few moments Raph asked, "Ya ain't goin' religious on us are ya Don? That's kind of Kit's turf." Kit looked like she wanted to retort to that comment but wasn't quite sure how.
Donnie shook his head. "No, I mean that picture she saw about a month back. You should remember; you were in it." He shot Raph a look. Raph just glowered and stared down the hall, almost daring somebody vaguely suspicious to come into view.
Mikey and Leo stared. Finally Mikey held up a hand, "Okay, some problems here. A) Raph in a picture titled with 'God' is kind of like Leo in a story with cool." Leo was definitely offended by this, but his dignity refused to let him retort. "Two;" Donnie started to correct his brother's change in listing, but dropped it much like Leo had. "The words 'Raph' and 'fluff' don't belong in the same sentence. And numero tres; who's nuts enough to go in there when she's angry and has a pen?" He shivered. "A pen dudes!"
The five stood in mortal terror for several moments before Raph managed to shake it off first. Raph glared at the others for a moment. "Fine, if yer too scared, I'll do it." He grunted. Without waiting another minute he shoved past Mikey and opened the bedroom door. A pen flew centimeters from his head before clattering against the wall behind him. If he had hesitated, no one noticed before he pressed forward and slammed the door shut behind him.
What followed was not friendly. Pens, pencils, notebooks, paperbacks, leatherbacks, a stuffed animal or five and something that clattered peculiarly struck the walls and door of the room. The shouting was bitter, angry and sometimes quite vicious, both sides used words the authoress would not usually consent to and while no one would attest to it later Mikey was certain he heard thunder and lightning.
Finally the noise stopped and silence took over. After nearly a half hour Raph emerged from the room looking gruff and wiping away blood from a small cut on the side of his beak. He handed Don a sheet of paper and marched to the bathroom to get something to stop the bleeding with.
Don looked the paper over and nodded. "Yep, that's fluff, and it's got Raph in it." Leo looked curious and held out a hand but Don turned it over to Mikey instead. Mikey read through it, taking his time and probably reading it twice before he was done. Looking up he smiled.
Leo frowned. "What?" He asked.
"Nothing!" Mikey chirped. Leo tried to make a grab for the paper but Mike danced out of reach. "I'll go post this for her!" He announced.
"But…" Leo tried to argue only to watch his brother disappear down the hall. "I'll have to find out what's in it sooner or later!" He grumbled.
The team leader turned to Don, looking for advice or at least full disclosure on the story. Donatello only shook his head and smiled as he stood. "She's calmed down now, I'll go see if she needs anything." He said, entering the room without fear now that the storm had passed.
Who here is willing to admit that they've used the turtles as a way to calm down rather than tear their house apart? Let me tell you; it's kept my eldest brother alive. *storms quietly to self*