New random fic! Featuring Sapphira1209!
And just because this is the last request I'm writing… for now: this fic is gonna be written in Sapphira1209's POV!
Again, this fic is all Sapphira1209's POV!
And again: this fic is all Sapphira1209's POV!
Sorry guys, had to make sure readers got the message so I don't get reviews asking for whose POV is or why this fic is written like this and stuff… cuz I know that's gonna happen and believe me: I'm NOT in the mood for… ok, let's be not too harsh…: "silly" reviews.
Cursives are for Sapphira's thoughts.
Enjoy.
Random Fic N°10: 2 Geniuses+1 kitchen=
FIRE IN THE LAIR!
Sapphira1209's POV
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"WHAT THE SHELL JUST HAPPENED HERE?" Mikey yelled.
Believe me guys; I was making myself the same question… kinda. Last thing I remember was the smell of smoke and then a loud "BOOM"
I don't even remember how this happened on the first place!
Come to think of it… I think I do.
Clueless right? Well, let me take you to the begging of this so you can understand.
...
Earlier that day…
"Hi Donnie. You busy?" Duh, of course he's busy! But there's no harm on asking.
"Kinda. Almost done with this" Don said, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Aww, he's so cute when he's focused! I always ask myself how he manages to stay concentrated when his brothers are around, especially Mikey. Hey… speaking of the guys…
"Hey, where are the others?"
"Leo and Raph are with Master Splinter visiting the Daimyo and Mikey went out with April to the store" Don informed.
No wonder why this place was so peaceful. Hmm… stomach growling…
"I'm hungry" Obvious huh?
"Same here. Did you check the fridge?" Oh! Finally he's leaving his computer! Time to say "Halleluiah"!
"Yes and the last left over pizza is gone"
"Darn you, Mikey" Don growled.
"Hey, what about some pie?" Mmm~ pie~
"You know how to cook?" Don asked.
"Er…" Opps… details, details…
"Then we should wait till Mikey's here, because to be honest… I'm as bad as Leo is when it comes to cooking" Don chuckled. Really? Huh, and I thought Leo was terrible enough.
"But if we follow the book's instructions…" Instructions! *insert angel choir* Hehehe, sorry. Being random… can't help it!
"I'm not sure" Don said with a frown. Whoa, you sure know how to kill the mood, Donnie.
"Oh c'mon!" I had to insist! I was hungry, anyways.
"Sapphira, please don't insist. We're NOT going to get in that kitchen! Discussion over!" Don said in a particularly serious and angry voice.
Now that was mean… I just… aww man, don't cry! Calm down, calm… AWWW, WHY DONNIE HAD TO BE SO MEAN?
"Aww… Saph, uh… sorry. I didn't mean it" Don tried to apologize when he noticed my glassy eyes. I didn't want to start crying but… he didn't have to yell at me that way.
"Sorry it's just… well, you were almost yelling at me"
"I know, my bad" Don gave me a comforting smile followed by a hug. Aww, how could I be angry at him?
"So what do you say if we… try baking that pie?" Don asked. Yay! I guess being ultra sensitive is helpful after all.
"YES! I'll go get the book"
…
Well, recipe doesn't look so difficult:
1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
1/2 cup unsalted butter
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/4 cup water
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
8 apples - peeled, cored and sliced
"I'll take care of whatever has to do with the stove and oven; after all, I repair them almost all the time" Don said while entering to the kitchen.
"By the way: you have to wear this. It's kitchen's rules!" Gnehehe, besides… I think he'll look cute in an apron.
"No way in the world I'm wearing that!" Don protested.
"But it's the rules… and I think it's cute!" I do, seriously.
"Well I think not!" Don folded arms.
"Pleeeease!" I stared at him and he gave me this… scared look? Did I scare him? I don't see how.
"O…k, just because I don't want you staring at me that way" Don said grabbing the violet apron.
"What's wrong with my stare?"
"It's creepy! No offense" Ohh… now I get it. Oops! But that's how I stare! Can't be helped!
"It's ok. Now back to the recipe… first thing to do is preheat the oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C)" Don complied.
"What's next?" the genius asked.
"Melt the butter in a saucepan and stir in flour to form a paste. Add water, white sugar and brown sugar, and bring to a boil. I'll take care of that"
"Sure, just let me know when to reduce the temperature so you can let the mixture simmer" Whoa… so he IS paying attention, huh? Oh well, let's go back to the recipe.
Place the bottom crust in your pan… nya! Piece of cake.
Fill with apples, mounded slightly… done.
Cover with a lattice work crust… tsk easy!
Gently pour the sugar and butter liquid over the crust… Well, this is definitely not rocket science. And here Donnie was worrying for nothing!
"Ok, now… pour slowly so that it does not run off. Bake 15 minutes in the preheated oven. Reduce the temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes, until apples are soft. And… that's everything" Don indicated and closed to book.
"Ha! Take that, Mikey! We did it!" Wheeee! And without blowing up the place!
"I have to admit it, Saph. You were right; kitchen didn't explode" Don giggled.
"While we wait for the pie… wanna dance a little?" This victory deserved a dance for sure!
"I'm not a dancer" Don said sheepishly.
"Guess today's you're lucky day~! C'mon! I'll teach you!"
"Sapphira!" Don whined while the girl pushed him to the living room and turned on the stereo.
…
Well, lair was starting to smell like apples… means the pie's almost ready! You know what? I always knew we could do it; we're geniuses, after all! Well, mostly Donnie… I only like to use big words. Doesn't mean I'm not a genius as well~
Anyway, I was teaching Don some basic steps ad he was doing it pretty good! Then I saw Klunk going to the kitchen… maybe Mikey keeps the kitty's food there.
"What's that noise? Came from the kitchen, right?" Don stopped when he heard the weird sounds coming from the other room.
"Uh huh" I said while dancing. Wasn't really worried; I mean, only thing cooking in there was the pie but I didn't think Klunk would be interested…
"Where is Klunk?"
… till now.
"I think I saw him walking to the kitchen"
Only thing I saw was Don's bandanna's tails waving while he ran to the kitchen full speed.
And then…
"KLUNK, DON'T TOUCH…"
…
Ohhh, now I remember why this place is a mess!
"It was your cat's fault!" Don replied.
"Well, if you knew Klunk likes shiny lights you shouldn't have been here in MY kitchen!" Mikey replied back.
"Who says is YOUR kitchen? We all live in this place!" Don argued.
"Yes, but I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO COOK!" Mikey said in an exasperated tone.
"I guess I'm not needed here so… I think I better leave… See ya!"
Before they kick me all the way back to Australia, I prefer leaving by my own feet!
Tada! Finally! Last request! Yay! *victory dance*
Ok, now that was exaggerated.
Anyway, hope you like it Sapphira. I was totally out of ideas… and blood… so I couldn't come up with something nice these last days. Then I started watching The Mean Kitty vids and… well, let's say Sparta's mischievousness inspired me to gave this fic the final touch; the "mean kitty" touch.
Read and review please and nope… this ain't over yet. Stay tuned.