A/N: Hey everyone. First of all thank you for all the well wishes and PMs you guys sent for my husband. This week has been very stressful for us. Fortunately considering the location of the clot that caused his stroke it was relatively minor. So we have been very grateful for small favors this week. He is doing much better and was able to come home Wednesday night. Yesterday was harder for him but today he is doing much better so hopefully the worst is behind us. I really appreciate your guys' patience with the delay. I've spent so much time at the hospital this week and I've been such an emotional wreck that I couldn't even begin to focus on writing.

So thank you guys again for everything. If things continue to improve around here then hopefully I'll be able to update more regularly again. I hope this chapter was the worth the wait for you. You guys have been great. Enjoy

Ohayo gozaimasu - Good Morning

Otousan - Father

Musuko - Son

Chapter 10

Donatello insisted that Elizabeth get some rest, the line between his eyes clearly telling her that he thought she'd over done it and that was what caused her to lose her breakfast. Or what she'd eaten of it anyway.

So Elizabeth found herself once again confined to bed, although this time she had to admit her accommodations were much more pleasant now. The guest room was larger than the infirmary, and with a lot less in it. A second hand dresser was pushed up against one wall, the mirror hanging above it was slightly lopsided and not in much better condition than the mirror in the bathroom was. What looked like a handmade bookshelf was in the far corner with some rather tired dog eared books sitting on the shelves, Elizabeth had made out a few of the titles and none of them really appealed to her. Although she recognized a few of them, but she couldn't imagine four teenage brothers getting into romance novels. She figured that this April woman she'd heard the brothers talking about over the past couple weeks had brought them down when she visited.

Elizabeth sat back against the pillows propping her up with a sigh. Although the twin sized bed she was on was much more comfortable than the cot in the infirmary she wasn't thrilled about being confined to bed rest again when she had just been released.

Raphael had left her alone shortly after helping her get comfortable in the guest room, Elizabeth had been a bit embarrassed with the selection of pajamas he'd brought for her – most of them being spaghetti straps and loose cotton bottoms that always showed off her figure perfectly. Raphael had put a pair on the bed for her and left to give her some privacy so she could change. When she had he hadn't come back.

Instead Donatello had come in to check on her, checking her blood pressure and her pupil dilation. Elizabeth thought it was all unnecessary, especially since Donatello seemed pleased with what he saw, but still she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes would flash with concern when he looked at her. Elizabeth hated that, she hated feeling like an invalid.

Shortly after Donatello left Michelangelo had come in to keep her company, although this time he'd left the comics behind. He sat on her bed for hours telling her corny jokes that Elizabeth didn't really understand but he thought were very funny. He would rock back and forth holding himself around the middle as if he thought he might explode from laughing so hard.

After a while Elizabeth had pretended to be tired, Michelangelo had left her alone to get some rest and Elizabeth had laid down, curling her legs up as close as she could to her body while she hugged a spare pillow to her chest.

She must have fallen asleep, although she couldn't remember even closing her eyes. But suddenly she found herself blinking herself awake to a dark room, her door was slightly ajar, and the lair outside was just as dark and equally quiet.

Elizabeth rolled out of bed, she really wanted a drink of water. She was glad that she had gotten a good lay out of the guest room earlier so she knew she wouldn't trip over anything.

She paused outside her room, her eyes adjusting to what little light there was as she looked around the lair.

The door to Donatello's lab was open, the lights off. The entertainment center was dark, the furniture empty. Elizabeth made her way across the room towards the kitchen, she hoped the turtles wouldn't mind her helping herself to a drink. She still felt like a guest in their home, and normally she wouldn't help herself to someone else's kitchen but she didn't want to wake the turtles for something as simple as a glass of water.

Elizabeth's hand roamed the wall of the kitchen for a minute before she found the switch, then the room blazed with light, making Elizabeth's eyes water and she had to close them quickly. After a moment she was able to open them again. She looked around the small kitchen, marveling at the accommodations the turtles had access to down here in the sewers. She would have never thought that such a place like the turtles' lair could even exist, let alone it having a stove and refrigerator. There was even a toaster and microwave sitting on the counter. Although she had to admit the toaster looked like it had seen better days with its many dings – she had a feeling that Donatello had probably fixed it more than once.

The refrigerator hummed quietly and a teapot sat on the back burner of the stove.

Elizabeth hesitated, she wasn't sure where to begin looking for a cup. She decided to try the cupboard right next to the sink, that was where she usually kept her cups. She smiled when she opened the cupboard and found several cups of many different sizes and colors sitting on the shelves. She helped herself to a red one and shut the cupboard before filling her cup up with water from the tap.

The water was cold and sweet, something she hadn't expected. She drank half the cup in a few short swallows.

Something warm and furry rubbed up against her leg. Elizabeth choked, sputtered and dropped the cup. It landed on the floor with a crash, spilling water across the floor.

An orange alley cat hissed as he was splattered with water and darted across the kitchen, leaping up onto the counter and watched her with wide wary yellow eyes.

"Oh my, oh – I'm sorry, kitty," Elizabeth cooed softly to the cat as she picked up her cup and set it in the sink. She spotted a rag draped over the faucet and used it to mop up the spilled water. Then she cautiously approached the large alley cat. "How did you manage to get down here, kitty?"

The cat's tail twitched as she approached but he didn't move to leap away from her. Instead he let her approach him and when she stretched out her fingers to stroke him he sniffed them cautiously before promptly turning around and licking his hind leg.

Elizabeth hesitantly rubbed his ear watching him for any sign that he was suddenly going to turn on her. He didn't instead he stopped licking his long soft orange fur and turned back to her, lifting his chin as if enjoying the attention. Elizabeth smiled a little and moved her hand to gently scratch him under the chin. The cat's eyes lazily slid shut and he rolled onto his side, purring like an old rusty motor. His tail flicked lazily and he laid one paw on her wrist, extending his claws slightly, not enough to puncture her skin, but enough for her to feel the sharp tips.

"Certainly are a friendly little guy aren't you?" Elizabeth laughed quietly as the cat's rough tongue began to lick her arm while his other paw wrapped around her wrist, locking it in place.

"You're up early."

The voice was so unexpected that Elizabeth jumped and jerked in surprise, the cat's claws sank into her wrist and Elizabeth wrenched it away automatically. The cat rolled back to his feet, gave her a disgruntled look then leapt lightly to the floor, swished his tail twice then strode out of the kitchen, barely acknowledging the blue-banded turtle standing in the doorway.

Elizabeth barely had time to register what had happened before a leathery hand had grabbed her uninjured arm and was pulling her to the sink.

Pinkish tinges of bloody water swirled down the drain, Elizabeth watched blankly as Leonardo doctored her scratched wrist, wrapping a dishrag around it before he retrieved a small roll of gauze and tape. He wrapped her wrist carefully and set the extra materials along with the soiled dishtowel next to the sink.

"Are you ok, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth blinked and stared up into Leonardo's concerned dark brown eyes. She nodded mutely.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Klunk normally doesn't scratch anyone. You caught him by surprise."

"Klunk?" Elizabeth couldn't stop herself from asking.

Leonardo nodded as he grabbed the tea kettle and filled it with water. "Mikey's cat. He brought him home one Christmas – said he found him wandering through the park."

"So he actually lives here?"

Leonardo paused, giving Elizabeth a very hard look that made her cheeks flood with blood when she realized how that must have sounded to him.

"I didn't mean it like that, Leo," Elizabeth said quickly. "I just didn't realize that Mikey had a pet."

"It's alright, Elizabeth," Leonardo said a bit stiffly, which told her that she wasn't quite forgiven.

Elizabeth sighed quietly to herself and sat down at the table, watching while Leonardo pulled a teacup and teabag from the cupboard.

Leonardo kept his back to her while he waited for the water to boil, his shoulders were tense and his hands were gripping the edge of the counter tight enough to make his skin turn an oddly grayish green. Elizabeth realized with a start that if she had been gripping the counters with that kind of strength her hands would have been white.

"Leo, I'm… I'm sorry I really didn't mean to… "

Leonardo sighed, his shoulders relaxing and his head dropping forward so low that Elizabeth could only see his mask tails.

"I know you didn't mean anything by it, Elizabeth," Leonardo said quietly, still not looking at her. "You should have Donny look at that when he gets up though."

Elizabeth looked at the bandage and was surprised to see that a fine red line of blood had seeped through the layers. She touched it gingerly and her fingertips came away wet.

"I didn't realize he'd gotten so deep," Elizabeth admitted.

Leonardo looked at her over his shoulder, his dark brown eyes narrowed behind his mask. He saw the line of red on the gauze bandages. "Does it hurt?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No not really."

"Well Donny will be up in an hour – after his coffee I'm sure he'd be happy to look at it for you."

The tea kettle whistled and Leonardo removed it from the burner, pouring it into an ocean blue cup and added the tea bag.

Elizabeth toyed with the edges of the white gauze bandage. Although Leonardo had done a decent job binding it and stopping her from bleeding all over the place the soft gauze was starting to irritate her skin.

"Would you like some tea, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth jumped, startled by his question. "Uh, sure. Thanks, Leo – that'd be great."

Leonardo pulled out a second cup and teabag. He poured some hot water into the cup and added the teabag, then holding both cups as if they weren't very hot Leonardo turned around and handed one to Elizabeth, she accepted it with a slight smile.

"So what were you doing up so early?" Leonardo asked as he sat down across from her, cradling his tea in his hands.

"I wanted to get a drink of water."

Leonardo's eye ridges met as he stared at her over his tea.

"I'm sorry – I shouldn't have without asking first. This isn't… I mean I don't live here. I didn't have any business to help myself in the kitchen."

Leonardo scowled at her. "Elizabeth, you don't need to ask permission to get a drink of water. You are a guest – not a prisoner. You are welcome to anything in our home."

Including your brother?

The thought flashed through her mind before she could stop it. She blushed, and tried to hide it by taking a big gulp of tea. She didn't realize just how strong it would be, however, and ended up choking a little.

She coughed and sputtered, her eyes watering quickly as she fought to catch her breath, but another cough seized her and she bent over the table, cupping a hand over her mouth as she hacked violently for several long minutes.

Suddenly a glass of water flashed into her view held by a jade green three fingered hand. Elizabeth accepted the red cup and sipped at the water carefully, still coughing slightly. But it helped, by the time she'd drained the cup she was able to breathe regularly without having the need to cough.

"Better?" Leonardo asked, he hadn't moved from her side. Elizabeth couldn't face him right now.

"I uh… yeah… thanks, Leo."

Leonardo picked up the tea cups and took them to the sink to rinse them. Elizabeth didn't care, she'd lost the desire to have any more tea right now anyway.

"Hey, Leo?"

"Yes?"

"I never really… I mean I never got the chance to thank you for… for Graham. If you and Mikey hadn't gotten there when you had."

"You don't need to thank us, Elizabeth," Leonardo said waving off her apology as he headed out of the kitchen, his eyes suddenly very hard behind his mask. "When I saw you were gone I knew that you'd gone to… "

Leonardo didn't finish his sentence instead he glared out at the dark lair for a minute, his shoulders tense and his breathing slow, controlled. Elizabeth stared at his shell, waiting, but Leonardo didn't say anything else. Instead he slipped out of the kitchen and disappeared. After a minute Elizabeth heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening, then shutting and Leonardo was gone.

Elizabeth shivered and wrapped her arms around herself as she stared around the kitchen. She had a feeling she'd hit a touchy subject with the blue-banded turtle. Even though he and Michelangelo had gotten there in time to save both her and Donatello it didn't change the fact that Elizabeth had been the reason that they'd almost gotten killed in the first place.

Her stomach grumbled a little, breaking the silence that surrounded her. Elizabeth realized with a start that she hadn't eaten since yesterday morning – and she hadn't kept that down. She hesitated, not sure if she should really be poking around their kitchen for something to eat.

But, Elizabeth thought to herself, Leonardo had told her to help herself to anything.

Knowing that the others wouldn't be awake for at least an hour, and with the way Leonardo had gone off she had a feeling he wouldn't be back anytime soon Elizabeth got up and walked over to the fridge.

"First dibs on the bathroom," Michelangelo called, jumping nimbly from the balcony to the main floor of the lair. He laughed to himself as he dashed past a rather tired Raphael, who had almost reached the bathroom, slamming the door in his brother's face.

"Mikey!" Raphael's fist connected with the wood with a sharp thud.

Michelangelo laughed quietly to himself. Raphael always made it too easy. His brother was never bright eyed first thing in the morning and Michelangelo loved to rile him up before breakfast. He took his time in the bathroom, knowing that Raphael was just on the other side of the door fuming and uncomfortable.

When he finished he pulled open the door and grinned at his brother. "Got the bathroom all warmed up for ya, Raphie!"

Raphael pushed past him. "Chuckle head."

Michelangelo laughed again. Yep, too easy.

His stomach grumbled noisily. "Aww… are you hungry baby? Daddy will give you something."

He patted it gently as he made his way to the kitchen, but as he got closer he realized he could already smell Donatello's coffee. Had his brother been up all night again? Michelangelo's smile faltered a little. He was sure that Leonardo had made sure that Donatello had gotten to bed early after he'd spent practically the whole day running back and forth between his lab and the guest room to check on Elizabeth after her bout of sickness yesterday. Donatello hadn't argued, which was a testament to how tired his brother really was.

Michelangelo entered the kitchen and his grin returned full force.

Elizabeth had her back to him, her long brown hair had been pulled up off her neck and held in place with two pencils crisscrossing each other. She was wearing a sky blue spaghetti strap that clung to her skin tightly, which showed off her figure nicely. Her pajama bottoms were the same colored blue but were checkered with darker blue lines and white patches. They hung loosely on her hips, but not enough to actually show anything, but it gave her legs a more baggy appearance.

Elizabeth turned when she heard him enter the kitchen, and she smiled, although she looked a bit embarrassed. She had flour on her nose and one cheek, and a white smear sat right above her right eye.

"Morning, Mikey." Elizabeth said as she put a plate of French toast on the table next to a plate of fried eggs and hash browns.

"Awesome! You cooked!" Michelangelo was delighted.

Elizabeth laughed, a light tinkling sound that seemed to suit her soft voice perfectly. "I hoped you wouldn't mind… I just thought I'd say thank you for everything."

Michelangelo grabbed a couple pieces of toast. "No problem, dudette."

"Hold on a minute," Elizabeth said as Michelangelo reached for the plate of fried eggs and hash browns. "The vanilla sauce is almost done."

"Vanilla sauce?"

"You'll like it," Elizabeth promised as she stirred at something on the burner then turned her attention to what she'd been working on before he'd entered the kitchen.

"Is there coffee?" Donatello asked walking slowly into the kitchen still looking half asleep.

"There's a fresh pot over there for you, Donny," Elizabeth said with a slight nod in the direction of the coffee maker.

Michelangelo snickered as Donatello walked over to the coffee pot in a trance and poured himself a cup.

"Hey, chuckle head, ya didn't leave any hot water," Raphael grumbled as he entered the kitchen.

Michelangelo laughed so hard he almost spilled the milk. Raphael looked less than amused as he took a seat opposite his brother. Donatello hadn't moved from where he stood next to the coffee maker.

Elizabeth dipped a spoon into the mixture on the stove and tasted it, she smiled, rinsed off the spoon and removed the pot from the burner. Then she poured the mixture into a liquid measuring cup and grabbed a large bowl of freshly cut strawberries and blueberries. She brought both to the table and set them down in front of Michelangelo.

"What's dat?" Raphael asked, eyeing the vanilla sauce suspiciously.

"Its vanilla sauce, you put it on your French toast," Elizabeth explained. She took the seat next to Michelangelo, suddenly feeling very self conscious that she was still in her pajamas. One of her straps slipped off her shoulder and she quickly readjusted her top, color rushing up to her cheeks when she felt Raphael's eyes on her.

Raphael got up to get the orange juice, pausing next to Donatello who was blinking sleepily at the table as if debating on whether or not to join them.

"Come on, genius, ya gotta have more den coffee," Raphael said grabbing his brother's shoulder and steering him towards the table. Donatello sat down in the chair next to Raphael's hard, blinking in surprise as if he'd just noticed the food on the table for the first time.

"Man, Mikey, you must have gotten up really early to whip this up," Donatello said as Raphael handed him the plate of French toast.

Michelangelo, who had been pouring vanilla sauce over his French toast, chuckled. "Actually, Donny, Elizabeth cooked this morning."

Donatello's eyes widened as he stared across the table. "Oh, good morning, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth fought to hide her smile, but had little success. She had a feeling that Donatello hadn't even realized she was in the room until now. She accepted the plate from Donatello and helped herself to a piece. Michelangelo passed her the vanilla sauce and Elizabeth poured it over her piece of toast before putting a small handful of the strawberry and blueberry mixture on top. Donatello wasn't quite as generous as the vanilla sauce as Michelangelo had been, but when he tried to pass it to Raphael, Raphael's face twisted with disgust.

"I'm not puttin' dat stuff on dis," Raphael grunted as he reached for the plate of eggs and hash browns.

Elizabeth felt tears prick her eyes and embarrassed she dropped her eyes to her plate, forcing the tears back. It shouldn't bother her so much that Raphael didn't want to try the vanilla sauce. But she knew that Raphael's rejection of it had hurt a lot worse than if any of the others hadn't wanted to try it.

"Wow!" Michelangelo said after a few minutes of silence. "Man, Elizabeth, that sauce is awesome!"

Elizabeth forced herself to smile at him before turning back to her own plate where she was slowly smashing the strawberries and blueberries into a fine paste on her own piece of toast. She didn't feel very hungry anymore.

"Mikey, save some for Master Splinter and Leo," Donatello scolded as Michelangelo reached for the plate of French toast again.

"Leo won't mind," Michelangelo said joyfully as he put two more pieces of toast onto his plate and poured the vanilla sauce on top of them.

Donatello frowned at his brother but didn't say anything. He was feeling much more awake now that he was on his second cup of coffee. Michelangelo seemed oblivious to his brother's disapproval as he began to shovel large bites of toast and berries into his mouth.

"Tanks, 'Lizbeth," Raphael suddenly said standing up and taking his plate over to the sink. He set it in the basin and then turned and left without looking at her.

Donatello didn't miss the way Elizabeth's eyes followed him as Raphael disappeared into the dojo.

"I think you should eat something, Elizabeth," Donatello said quietly drawing her attention back to him.

Elizabeth's eyes looked rather red as if she had been up half the night and the dark purple bags underneath them gave her face a rather sunken appearance.

"I'm not very hungry," Elizabeth mumbled to her plate.

Donatello frowned at her and Michelangelo paused mid bite to stare at her in surprise.

"Elizabeth," Donatello said gently, seeing from the tense position of Elizabeth's shoulders that she could easily get defensive if he didn't tread carefully. "You haven't eaten anything for almost 36 hours. I think you should… "

"I'm not hungry!" Elizabeth's tone was suddenly sharp. Her eyes snapped up to meet his, a few tears slipped down her cheeks but she wiped them away quickly and stood up to dump her plate in the sink.

"Hey, Elizabeth," Michelangelo said quickly before Donatello could say anything.

Elizabeth paused and looked at the orange-banded turtle warily.

"I can't find that movie we were watching the other day… I was wondering if you'd help me find it?" Michelangelo gave her a bright smile.

Elizabeth's shoulders sagged a little but she nodded. "Sure, Mikey."

"Great, I'll be there in a minute," Michelangelo picked up the last piece of his toast with his fingers, swirled it around in a puddle of vanilla sauce and popped it into his mouth, licking the remaining sauce off his fingers as Elizabeth walked off towards the entertainment center.

"Mikey, Van Helsing is in its case," Donatello said as he stood up to rinse his plate.

"I know that," Michelangelo said as he ate his last bite of egg and hash brown.

"So why'd… ?" Donatello's face suddenly lit up with understanding. "You saw that too huh?"

"Kind of hard to miss, Donny," Michelangelo said with a shrug.

Donatello sighed as he went over to the coffee pot to refill his mug again. "Just make sure she gets something to eat, Mikey."

"Sure, Donny," Michelangelo's face suddenly fell a little as he stared out towards the main area of the lair.

"I'm going to go check on Sensei," Donatello said then left the kitchen quietly.

Michelangelo sighed and began to clean up the remains of breakfast, making sure to fix up a plate for both Leonardo and Splinter before he started in on the dishes.

It was only fifteen short minutes later when Michelangelo left the kitchen, and strolled casually over to the entertainment center where Elizabeth was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the silent TVs. From across the lair Michelangelo could hear Raphael's fists hitting his punching bag with a tremendous amount of force.

He sat down next to Elizabeth. "So did ya find it, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth waved the DVD case at him. "It was in its case… the same place you left it after we watched it the other day."

Michelangelo grinned a bit sheepishly. "Great. Well now that you're over here ya wanna watch TV?" He snatched up the remote and turned on the entertainment system before Elizabeth could answer. Then to Elizabeth's immense surprise he handed her the remote. "You pick."

Elizabeth wasn't remotely interested in watching anything but she flipped idly through the channels.

Michelangelo wasn't paying much attention either. He'd seen Splinter's door open and Donatello and Splinter were making their way towards the kitchen, talking in soft voices.

"How about this?" Elizabeth asked bring Michelangelo's attention back to the TV.

Elizabeth had stopped on an old episode of I Love Lucy. Michelangelo grinned. "Anything you want to watch, dudette."

Michelangelo and Elizabeth sat quietly next to each other on the couch. Michelangelo wasn't really paying that much attention to what was happening, he really wanted to go back to the kitchen to see what Donatello was talking to Splinter about. And more importantly what Splinter was saying.

Elizabeth didn't seem to be paying much attention to the TV either. She was sitting with her legs pulled up against her chest, her chin resting on her knees, her eyes on the floor. She didn't even seem to notice that the strap of her spaghetti strap had slipped off her shoulder again.

Michelangelo barely noticed when the episode ended and a new one started. "You want a snack, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth shook her head, not bothering to look up.

"Don't let Raph get you down, Elizabeth," Michelangelo said softly, drawing Elizabeth's eyes to him briefly. "He isn't always the easiest to please. He's always been a bit fussy with new things... I think he's had Leo's cooking one too many times. Now he's always careful about what he puts in his mouth." Michelangelo laughed but Elizabeth didn't join him.

Instead Elizabeth just shrugged her shoulders but didn't look at him again. She picked up the remote again and began to flip quickly through the channels, although she didn't even bother to look at the TV this time.

Something soft and furry rubbed up against Michelangelo's legs. He looked down and grinned as Klunk looked up at meowed at him hungrily.

"I'll be right back, Elizabeth," Michelangelo said. Elizabeth gave a slight nod but continued to flip through the channels without pausing long enough to see what was playing.

Michelangelo scooped up the orange alley cat and jogged off into the kitchen.

Splinter and Donatello were sitting at the kitchen, Donatello nursing another cup of coffee while Splinter sipped at a cup of tea with a plate that had a single piece of French toast minus the vanilla sauce but he did have a good portion of berries as well. Both Donatello and Splinter looked up when Michelangelo entered the kitchen.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Otousan."

"Ohayo, Musuko," Splinter said nodding his head in Michelangelo's direction.

Michelangelo dropped Klunk on the counter and opened up a cupboard to pull out his bag of cat food. He scooped half a cup out with a measuring cup and put it into Klunk's dish. Klunk hurried over it, sniffed it with keen interest, then when discovering it wasn't anything new he flicked his tail and stalked out of the room.

Splinter had turned back to Donatello. "Are you sure, my son?"

"Hai, Master Splinter," Donatello said seriously.

Splinter rose slowly from his chair. "Perhaps this is something that should be meditated on before further action is decided. Has Leonardo returned from his training run?"

Michelangelo shook his head. "Not yet, Sensei."

"Tell him to come see me when he comes in," Splinter said, he eyed his plate for a moment then shook his head and walked slowly out of the room.

Donatello's eyes narrowed as he stared at the plate of barely touched food.

"What is it, Donny?"

"He's worried, Mikey," Donatello got up and dumped the last of his semi-warm coffee into the sink. "And he has good reason to be."

"But if she's… "

"Think about it, Mikey," Donatello said as he rinsed out his cup and set it aside. "Do you think that it could end well?"

Michelangelo was silent as he thought about what his brother said.

"When you see Leo be sure to tell him to go talk to Splinter," Donatello said then left Michelangelo alone as he headed for his lab so he could start on the ever growing list of items that needed to be repaired.

Michelangelo slowly gathered up Splinter's left over dishes and decided to just save it for later. He wrapped it up and put it back in the refrigerator before walking to the doorway of the kitchen and staring hard across the room at the back of Elizabeth's head. If Donatello was right, which he usually turned out to be, he had a point. This situation could only have negative consequences as the outcome. Any way he looked at it he couldn't find a solution to this where someone wouldn't end up getting hurt. He just hoped that they could avoid that at all costs.

A/N Continued: Just in case you're wondering the vanilla sauce is something my sister gave me and I like that much better on my French toast than syrup. I'm not big on fruit but I love it with the French toast it is awesome. :D