Fiance? Aarien was getting married? Mac thought as Aarien's end of the line went dead. His mind awhirl with questions. Like when had little Aarien gotten herself a man? And what sort of man was he? He had sounded angry about his future-in-laws being in town, and while Mac knew some of what had been done to Aarien when she was a kid- he didn't know every sorted detail.

Aarien's future husband Don apparently knew something of her past and he was willing to butt heads with his in-laws over what they had tried to pull in his office earlier. Mac grinned a little as he gathered what he'd need to work at home for a while and wondered if he'd get to meet the man. Maybe the next time Aarien checked in he could invite them over for dinner.

Get to know Don a little more since he'd come to think of Aarien as his own daughter.

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The second Don hung up the shell cell and glanced down at Aarien, he knew he was in trouble. The look of sheer feminine fury on her face had him quickly doing a mental check- just to make sure that all his furniture was really bolted down. Because he felt a hurricane coming on. And not the funny oh-Mikey-tripped-over-his-own-feet-and-took-a-hund red-things-with-him kind.

But an honest to god, he was going to regret opening his big mouth because Aarien was going to kill him sort of hurricane.

Easy Don. No sudden movements. Make eye contact and try not to show any fear...women can smell fear- Don thought to himself as Aarien pushed against his shell with an angry little growl. "You should not have done that." She hissed at him causing him to totally freeze up when all he wanted was to cringe.

Was it cold in the lab? It felt cold.

No, scratch that- it felt arctic. And while he tried to resist the urge to shake in fear of what she might break over his skull, Aarien had slipped from his lap and was in his face- so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin as she bared her teeth at him in a silent snarl and then knocked him head over heels out of his chair.

Sending him crashing to the floor with a stunned expression on his face before she spat, "IDIOT!" at the top of her lungs, or what he supposed was the top of her lungs before flouncing out of the room.

Don lay on the floor for a second as Raph and Mikey and Leo appeared in his peripheral vision, each looking at him with a series of expressions ranging from amusment, astonishment, and concern as the clicking of Splinter's cane echoed in the lab before his voice was heard. "Donatello, my son, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Don answered as he tapped his blunt nails on the cement floor under him.

"How did you come to be laying on the floor? Are you ill? And Aarien seems most upset-"

"Uh, yeah, that would be my fault. Apparently I did something I shouldn't have and so she decided to knock me out of my chair." Don said, unable to hide the pride in his tone. And dare he think it...excitment? Was he excited by the fact that his future mate had just knocked him on his ass?

Hell yeah.

Don usually wasn't the type to let someone push him around.

In fact he wasn't the type period. But there was just something about having an angry woman in his face that simply turned him on. Tapping his nails against the floor again, he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood then asked, "Is Aarien upstairs?"

"In the dojo actually." Splinter said.

Don hummed and muttered, "Right, I'd forgotten that she could fight." So going to the dojo to blow off some steam wasn't that much of a stretch. He surmised as he slowly sat up with Raph and Leo's help. Once up, he bent down and pulled his chair upright as he weighed the pro's and con's of going after her before deciding to give her some time to cool off might be in his best interest.