The clanking of Kraang druids moved past, one stopping to notice the missing panel on the door, wires hanging loose. It moved closer to inspect the panel, looking at the wires and moving them with its gun. "Kraang, was Kraang doing what is known as scheduled maintenance to the thing that is known as panel?"
Another Kraang stepped forward, looking and inspecting the panel as well. "Kraang must have forgotten." It said, picking up the panel and screwing it back together. "Kraang, let Kraang go to what is known as, training." With that they left with the panel fully intact.
Once gone, Donnie slowly lowered himself to the level of the panel. His eyes narrowed as he set to redo what he had done before. Slowly he unscrewed the panel again and set to open the door while looking over his shoulder. Something didn't really sit right. The fact that none of the Kraang realized he was missing yet raised questions. What were they doing? Wasn't he needed when he was able to get free of them? He wasn't sure and right now he couldn't focus on that. It was best to escape first and make it back home.
"Mikey, will ya stop ya blabber'en an' listen?"
Donnie froze. There was no way. Could they really have found him? How long was he out? No no he must be hearing things. Perhaps it was a side effect of the drug? He shook his head, trying to clear it. He had to focus on escaping. The sooner he got back the better. There was still the matter of him choosing a mate but…he could sort that out later. Yet, what if this only makes them pressure him more? Claiming that his mate could protect him or that he was not to leave the sight of any of them or some bull like that?
He disobeyed a direct order and he would have to pay the consequences for that. He could handle that. It would only be the repetition of Katas or a a round of Rondori with Sensei. Nothing he had not suffered through before when Mikey or Raph got them all in trouble. They were a team and so if one was punished they all were.
"Dude, come on! I wanna find Donnie just as much as you!"
Okay he really heard that one. They were here. They were trying to save him. Silently he moved the panel back into place and moved slowly toward the low voices. Everything seemed to echo in the empty halls so it made tracking them that much more difficult.
"Mikey, keep it down, do you want them to hear you?" This stopped Donnie in his tracks. April? They brought April to a Kraang detention facility?! What are they thinking? How could they be so reckless when it came to her safety? Whatever they have planned for her, Donnie wasn't going to let it happen.
Though she wasn't weak, having been committing to her training with Master Splinter, she was becoming a strong Kunoichi. She had been doing well, able to keep up with them for a while but her endurance was lacking. This is what Master splinter was working on at the time, to push her body to the limit and beyond. Going a little more each day until she was able to stand as their equal. He believed in her. She was strong and confident in her own abilities and the look on her face when she took Raph down…he would remember it for the rest of his life. Taking Raph down was no easy feat, he himself could attest to that.
Oh he was not going to stay quite about this. They were all going to have a piece of his mind and he will not spare their feelings. April was the one thing the Kraang wanted the most and they had foolishly brought her here. What they truly planed to do to her he had no idea but he sure as hell was not going to find out. He would face the whole of the Kraang army before he let them get to her again. It didn't help either that they had teamed up with the Shredder. It only made things more difficult. Another reason he was up late into the nights, worrying to no end that she was in trouble or that she was calling out his name and he wasn't there to help. It left Donnie in a state of unending paranoia and panic that he constantly checked in on April during the night as she slept on the couch under the impression that he was getting more coffee. That was, until he kept waking her up and she insisted he move the coffee pot into his lab.
In those nights he began to leave the door to his lab open, working on his projects while keeping a close eye on her. Too terrified of losing her. Even if she grew annoyed and ask he keep the door closed because the light was too bright for her to sleep, he kept at it through a different mean. Soon he had to make a new camera from the living room. Though he was not satisfied at all by the compromise he took it. As long as he was able to make sure she was safe, Donnie could care less.
"April, please calm yourself. Getting upset will not solve anything."
Splinter? He never left for battle unless something was too much for them to handle. Was his situation worse then he thought? He slowed down, becoming more aware of what he was doing and where he was going. If Splinter was involved then this was serious. His eyes scanned the area carefully before he made his next move. With Splinter there he was more at ease. His father would never let harm come to April and he was ten times as strong as him.
He stalked in the shadows following the voices, now slightly louder then before. They were slowing down. He had to relax, he had to be sure that he was able to join them without compromising their position, that is if they had not done so already. It was only a matter of time before Mikey blew their cover one way or another. A soft smile made it's way to Donnie's lips. His foolish otootokun.
"I am trying to stay calm Sensei but I cant sense him. I usually could but…" Her voice was low and filled with worry. Donnie felt bad that he had caused her to panic. That he was causing her grief in any way. He had swore the day he failed to protect her father that he would never fail her again. Yet here he was, causing her pain.
"Relax Red, I'm sure that geek is planning his great escape as we speak." Casey…Donnie had mixed feelings about him. Casey was a good person at heart, rough around the edges and crude but he did have his strong points, and gods did he have his moments. There had been a time he did not like the boy. How his flirts with April really got to his nerves. Yet, when he truly got to know him, the more Donnie felt it best that he let April go.
'What's up gap tooth? Where are the others?' he looked around. 'Where are the others?'
Donnie stood on the rooftop not entirely sure about this. He was apprehensive, fearful of what he was doing. Yet, it had to be done. Donnie reminded himself of the future she would have with him. Of the sewers and lack of life. She was a lovely flower that needed to bloom in the sun. 'At the lair…I want to talk.'
Casey threw his hands up. 'Hey I wasn't the only one messing around in your lab! I followed Mikey in there to get Ice cream Kitty and…'
'Not about that…' Donnie didn't even know about that one, he would have to question Mikey later. 'It's about April…' gods this was awkward.
Casey stood up straight. 'What about her?' his voice was low, questioning what she had to do with them.
'You like her…a lot don't you?' there was a small amount of pain in his voice. Though Donnie covered it well. 'I know you do and it's okay, really.' He forced a smile.
'Yeah…and so do you.' He pointed out, lifting up his mask for a better look. 'What's all this about Don?'
The turtle's smile faded. 'Why don't you ask her out?' once the words left his lips it felt as if Leo had shoved his ninjato through his heart.
Casey crossed his arms and glared at him. 'What kinda bum do you take me for? Why would I ask her out when it's clear how you feel about her?' Casey didn't mind openly flirting with her. That was just how he was. It hurt to think Donnie would think he would do so behind his back.
Donnie didn't know how to process that. Casey held back because of him, even though he was such a jerk to him. He gulped. 'It's fine really. I see the way you look at eachother…the way she looks at you…' the way he wished she looked at him. 'It's cool, really. It's not like she would be interested in a life in the sewers.' He raised his hands up and tried to laugh it off.
The other was not buying the act. 'It wouldn't be about that to her. April isn't like that, and you know it.' He skated over to him. 'Donnie, what's really going on?'
There was a loud crash that pulled Donnie from his thoughts. He pressed hard against the shadows and waited for the source of the sound to pass. A single Kraang droid had fumbled one of the communicators and sent one rolling. He closed his eyes and waited.
"I bet Donnie-boy is on his way as we sit here." Raph said. Donnie noted that they were in the next room. When the Kraang disappeared down the hall, Donnie took that chance to sneak into the room. A smile graced his face, fully ready to see his family's relieved faces. Yet he was greeted with a sight far more horrifying. There in the center of the room was a communicator. From the communicator came the holograms of his family, speaking in their lair.
"I agree with Raph, Donnie will try everything in his power to get home." Leo reassured them.
"They were listening to us…all this time…" he narrowed his eyes. No they couldn't have been. The orb was inactive and only transmitted when activated and so…the orb was only recently activated. When he picked it up. He cursed himself for forgetting to shut it down. He had foolishly risked their lives.
Donnie moved to the chair, his hands quickly going to work against the tech, moving to erase the information. He had risked their lives because he was so stupid! He could not have taken the time to shut it off he had to write that note…Shaking his head, Donnie focused on the task at hand. The image of them talking faltered before it froze. Donnie turned to look at his family once more before erasing the data. Flicking that off to the side he set to search for more information.
The data base easy to go through, finding plans they had foiled and plans yet to be set into motion. Yet the one plan that stuck out was that of April. He opened the file and began to read. The beginning was basic stuff, things she liked, dislikes, height, weight and so on. He moved to the next page, a discription of what she was. He paused, not wanting to know so he could deny her such knowledge. Yet if such could be used to help her…Donnie decided there was no time. He had to delete the files while he had the chance. Slowly but surely he made his way through the files.
The door opened then, there standing 20 Kraang druids all holding guns. Donnie abandoned the computer, stratified by how much he had destroyed. Slowly he backed up toward the second door. His eyes locked on the Kraang who seemed to be waiting on orders, when suddenly to computer screen light up brightly with the image of Kraang Prime. "The turtle whom is known as Donatello…" Donnie glanced at the screen from the corner of his eye. "Do what is known as surrender."
"What exactly am I surrendering to?" he asked, wanting to know why they had exerted the effort to try and capture him in the first place. The more information he received the more he could determine his value to them.
"The turtle known as Donatello will do what is known as, stabilize the mutagen." It said, a wide smile on its face. "Kraang has seen what is known as, Slash. Kraang knows the turtle known as Slash made from stabilized mutagen from the one known as Donatello."
Donnie was still missing some pieces to this puzzle. How had they known he mutated Slash, even if it was accidental? Could they have deduced that he, being the intelligent one, was collecting mutagen to test and stabilize it? Or had they found out from a different source? Were they paying closer attention then they had ever thought or did one of the other slip up?
"The turtle known as Donatello is what is known as, Scientist. The turtle known as Donatello is proven to Kraang that the one known as Donatello is what is known as, collecting mutagen." Kraang prime vanished and the screen lit up with him and his brothers collecting mutagen throughout the city. Image after image that passed of them collecting all the mutagen, he could see how they concluded that. Then the video of Slash on the rooftop appeared, the one where he beat him and tormented him. His eyes narrowed. "The turtle known as Donatello did what is known as, stabilize the mutagen. The turtle known as Donatello will do for Kraang what is know as, stabilize the mutagen."
Donnie gripped his staff tighter when he heard a click behind him. So they wanted him to stabilize the mutagen. They wanted him to help them create monsters and Terra-form the Earth into a new Dimension X. No he would not be apart of this. He refused to. He would not be the fall of the world. "No, I refuse to."
Kraang Prime was not thrilled. "The turtle known as Donatello will do what is known as…" he cut the alien overlord off.
"No, I will not!" he extended the metal pipe. "There is no way I would work for you, help you, or be associated with you. I am not The Shredder nor do I intend to ever be!" He ran at the Kraang, bashing at their robotic legs and arms.
"Kraang! Do not do what is known as, harm! Do what is known as, capture!" Kraang Prime boomed.
Donatello gave a smirk. They were not going to hurt him. He became more aggressive as he pushed through the lines of Kraang. One by one they tried to grab him, one by one they lost their robotic appendages. He had to escape, he had to get out. They were waiting for him. They were counting on him. He could not let them down.
He broke past them, running as fast as he could down the halls as the alarms blared overhead. The turtle skid as he rounded a corner, tearing his leg wound open again as he took off running. There were no shots fired at him, only the clanging of metal against…stone? Donnie was not sure, he just kept running. Donnie looked at the signs upon the wall.
In his spare time, he had used the Kraang tech to translate pages on the Internet into Kraang. He was able to put an alphabet together and even piece together some grammar. It came in use when he was able to hack the computers. Even a few moments ago, he was able to tell just what it was he was reading. Late hours were spent on his white board practicing and testing. He would look up a passage he knew by heart. Word for word he would used the Kraang alphabet and rewrite it. When he finished, he would translate it using the Kraang tech to see how close he had gotten. It was repeated a dozen times over until he got his basic understanding. All and all it was easier then learning French.
He pushed on despite the pain toward the way marked exit. There he could see the door, he could see light from the sun and it had never brought him more comfort then now as he gripped the door handle and went to push is open. Once more he was stopped, his eyes looking out at the "sun". He had failed to assess the possibility that he was not on Earth.
Outside was another dimension, one that was not his nor the Kraang's. It was another, one that seemed like a mix of the two. Donnie was intrigued but he did not want to stay to investigate. He had to bolt back down the hall and search for the portal room. He would be able to open a portal to Earth from there.
Moving swiftly he knocked a few druids down before bolting to the room. His leg hurt but he had to persevere. He had to get home. He had to tell watch that horror movie marathon with Mikey. He had to help Raph work on the Stealthshell. He had to practice his katas with Leo. He had to help April study for that trigonometry test she had on Friday. He had to help Casey work on his rocket skates. He had to have his Saturday night tea with Splinter. He had…
There was a sharp pain in his back and arm. Half expecting to pull out darts, he turned to remove the objects. Before he could process what happened, a pulse of energy shot through him. His muscles tensed, causing him to fall to the ground with a hard thud. The metal in his hands only added to the pain. As much as he willed his hands to release it they would not obey. He sufferered through for what seemed like minutes before it stopped and he dropped the bar, his body twitching uncontrollably. His hands did not seem like his own, they were numb and moving of their own accord.
A Kraang droid appeared before him. "Will the turtle known as Donatello do what is known as, surrender?" it asked, hand on the trigger.
He lay there twitching, mouth moving with each harsh pant. "No." Another jolt of electricity shot through him. His breathing halted, his muscles tightened and he clenched his teeth, trying to keep from screaming out. It hurt, much like when he touched the Kraang power cell for the first time. It halted and he was able to breath again.
"Will the turtle known as Donatello do what is known as, surrender?"
A profound NO, was his response. Another jolt. Same question. Same answer. Same response.
~LRDM~
Raph sat off to the side of the group, still not feeling like he should join them after he let Donnie get captured. He was to blame, because he didn't make sure Donnie was the first one in the sewer. He should have known from the start what he was planning to do.
Mikey was on the couch, trying to reassure April that Donnie would come home safely. Casey had gone to get a few things and would be back. So he was in charge of comforting her.
Splinter came up, calling silently for their attention. Leo was at his side, clearly their talks have lead up to this point and the meeting would commence.
"Mikey, will ya stop ya blabber'en an' listen?" Raph snapped at him when he spoke to April over hearing what Splinter had to say. He was already in a bad mood. He wanted Donnie found no matter the cost. Kami only knew what they were doing to him.
"Dude, come on! I wanna find Donnie just as much as you!" Mikey shot back. He was tired of Raph acting all pissy. He wasn't the only one that missed and worried about Donnie. Hell, given how him and Leo treated him he wouldn't be surprised if Donnie stayed missing.
"Mikey, keep it down, do you want them to hear you?" she covered her ears. Really did Mikey have to yell so loud while next to her? Shoot she was not deaf, not yet anyway. She was also slightly irritated at how they were all acting after Donnie was taken. Sure she expected them to be upset but…there seemed to be hostility between them, like there was something more to it then that.
"April, please calm yourself. Getting upset will not solve anything." Splinter Informed. She had been the loudest of them and he needed her to stay calm. If she began to panic it could set off a chain reaction among the others. He was worried about them all, Donatello mostly but…like April…he sensed something more was afoot between them.
"I am trying to stay calm Sensei but I can't sense him. I usually could but…" She had been trying since he disappeared. She had an idea as to why this might be happening but she did not want to scare the others. What if Donnie was not on Earth any more?
"Relax Red, I'm sure that geek is planning his great escape as we speak." Casey walked in carrying a bunch of supplies. Most notably a few pizza boxes. He set them down on the table before looking at them. They all seemed even more upset then they had when he walked in. Before he asked, he looked down at the pizza before realizing he ordered Donnie's favorite.
"I bet Donnie-boy is on his way as we sit here." Raph felt like he needed to help. Casey didn't mean to upset them. It was Donnie's turn for choice toppings. He forced a smile at them, not believing his own words as much as he had hoped.
"I agree with Raph, Donnie will try everything in his power to get home." He said piggy backing on the other two as he tried to cheer them all up. It seemed to work with the three of them believing such to be true. It was reassuring. "Heck he even broke into the Kraang detention center to break out Mr O'Neil!"
April laughed, tears pricking the side of her eyes. "The idiot! He could have gotten himself killed…" she wiped her tears away as she felt strong arms wrap around her. "Casey…" she buried her head in his neck. She was grateful to have him, grateful that he had asked her out because he made her happy.
~LRDM~
Slash wiped his brow as he looked at his masterpiece. The iron bars were double reinforced, ensuring the strength. He did not want all this hard work to go to waste if he managed to get out. Mating season was not a matter to take lightly. He feared hurting his brother, hurting some random person, hurting Raph or….
He swallowed hard. He recalled when he was just a turtle. The way Raph described him, making him seem like the most beautiful being in the world. Olive green skin, so soft and smooth, long legs that seemed to go on forever leading to hips that seemed for more profound then his shell allowed to be seen. The cute chubby tail that would wag happily when April walked in.
Yet perhaps the greatest memory he had was of how delicate his hands were while treating him. It was back when Raph had first gotten his Sais. He was so excited that he practiced in his room for hours on end. That was, until he tripped over his skateboard. The sai slipped from his grasp and cut the smaller turtle on his front claw. Never had he seen Raph so devastated in his life.
The young turtle scooped him up and immediately took him to Donatello. The olive tween smiled softly as he ordered his brother to set Spike on the table. He was not sure what he was doing until he came back with an armful of supplies. He delicately took the claw into his hand and poured some water over it. Softly he dabbed away the blood all the while reassuring the panicking Raph that it was not as bad as it looked. It wasn't. Only a scratch but it bled a great deal. Once Donnie was satisfied, he added some gunk to his claw all the while doing that cute thing with his tongue. He finished up by placing a square cloth on the cut and wrapped it up.
Slash shivered, his hormones spiking. The sudden urge to have the smaller turtle near again was over whelming. How he longed to bend him over and…a deep blush came to his cheeks as he opened the iron door to his room and walked in. He needed to cool off. Getting himself worked up over underage Donatello was not something that sat well with him. Children were not attractive, not in THAT way.
Slash was older then the turtles, by a few decades but to a turtle that was nothing. Spike was already thirty-eight when Raph found him at age three. He set his welding gun down and laid on the bed made of to king sized mattresses. He needed to think things through. It wasn't like he could pursue him. His beast friend was after him. Since he was quite young. Yet, the more he tried to forget the more he found it harder and harder to resist.
"Hey buddy…come to see me test a theory?" a small pet on his head before a wide gaptooth smile.
Slash tried hard to resist remembering but all he seemed to be able to do was just that, remember all the things that he remembered about the turtle.
Olive fell hard as emerald pressed the sai to his neck. Spike had a great view of Olive's spread legs.
He felt his blood boiling as his body stirred to life.
Olive looked out the door at the sleeping girl. "I'm worried about her." He said sullenly. "What if I'm not smart enough to make a retromutagen?" he turned to Spike, reddish eyes looking into his. They were so sad, so beautiful.
He heard a small pop as his appendage was exposed. He blushed deeper as he took hold of it. It was large, nearly his body length. It was ridged with small bumps, compliments of the mutagen. He bit his lip as he began to pump.
Emerald had taken Spike into the shower. Olive was there, letting the water wash over him. Bare of gear and even his mask. Emerald would sneak glances, even talking sea foam into playing a prank and adding more soap when he was not playing attention just to prolong the sight.
His breaths came out in pants, shallow and quick. His eyes were closed as he worked the tip.
Olive had a Popsicle. It was a hot afternoon as he worked endlessly to fix the AC. Spkie watched as Olive's tongue wrapped around the tip, collecting the melting juice before it escaped.
He imagined that tongue, warm, wet and sinful wrapping around his tip mimicking the same movements. He bit back a moan, his body breaking into a sweat.
Olive was holding him. He had ended up too close to mutagen while observing him. "Here you go buddy. Raph would kill me if anything happened to you." He scratched under Spike's chin.
The speed increased as a pool of warmth filled his belly. A deep blush when he started to move his hips as well.
Olive's head and hands were lying on the table. He was passed out after another late night. Spike was there, moving closer and closer to him. Slowly he nuzzled his hand, relishing in the warmth and softness of it, his tongue coming out and licking him for a taste.
"Donatello…" With a shutter and a grunt, his seed spilled forth, shooting up his plastron and even hitting his face. Several spurts later he was covered in his recent activity. He reached over to grab his towel he had cleaned the night before. Wiping himself down he felt ashamed of himself for using his memories like that.
Closing his eyes he faced the reality that he would never have a shot at loving him. That he had blown that the moment the mutagen corrupted his mind and he attacked the terrapin. Slash would not forgive himself, so how could he ask that of Donnie?
~LRDM~
The Newtralizer was outside his room listening in. His brother deserved a mate. He was already a good chunk through his life and he should have what he wanted. He wanted Donatello, that smart-aleck whom named him. The name wasn't bad he had to admit. He even adopted it.
He looked at his watch and gave a small smile. It was time to move. If his calculations were right and the Kraang had taken the turtle THERE, then he would return right on time.
Walking slowly from the room lair he opened up a portal and stepped through. He only hoped that they had not harmed him too much. After all, he would need to be in decent shape for what he had planned for him.
A/N
No I did not forget about this, just hit a bunch of personal issues. Mostly my Otootokun joining the Marines. I am proud and terrified of what will become of him. My sister moved out into an abusive relationship, verbally and mentally, and she refuses to listen to reason. That and I got a full time job so…I am sorry for the long wait and hope this is worth it.
Donnie's comment about French being hard is Author's bias. Took a semester of French and could not learn more then Hello my name is, I like/don't like…and I hate French. Lol, Author is better at Japanese.
O.o what the hell do I have planned for this…well nothing that Disney would approve of that is for sure.
