A/N: 2nd of the challenges from The Light of Reason; Have someone unlikely take up inventing and then Don freaks over it.
Um, I think to a degree that this one could be classified as a 'crack-fic', I'm not completely sure on that though. *shrug* Oh well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I see no magical legal papers saying I'm the rightful owner anywhere, so I guess they aren't really mine.
He simply could not believe what he was seeing, but no amount of blinking cleared the horrifying and depressing scene. Donatello stood transfixed in the door to his lab, gazing wide eyed at the condition of it. His precious sanctuary was half demolished. Half of the room was how it should look but the other definitely wasn't. Part of his neatly piled paper stack was in its proper place but the rest of it had been flung about the floor, his desks, lying on his keyboard, there was even a sheet stuffed in a beaker. His projects had most assuredly been tampered with; some looked just plain broken while others looked like they'd been scavenged to build others in which he could not identify. Heck, the game station that Mikey broke was in more pieces then he'd remembered leaving it in. There were even suspicious looking splats decorating the place.
None of that was the main reason behind the turtle's inability to move, however. There in the middle, almost as if he were the barrier between destruction and order, stood Master Splinter. The aged rat had his back to the door and was fiddling with something that Donatello couldn't see and even as he watched his sensei reached out and grabbed a few chemicals. There was an odd spluttering sound and a little puff of smoke before something popped, making Donatello jump.
"Too much…" Master Splinter sighed.
"Sensei?" Donny finally sputtered in astonishment.
"Ah Donatello," the ninja master replied, turning his head and acknowledging the turtle with a nod, "Good morning my son, how did you sleep?"
Donatello didn't answer for a moment, trying to digestion the oddness of Sensei asking him such an ordinary question while mixing potentially harmful chemicals as if he were making breakfast. "Um, fine. Sensei, what exactly are you doing?"
"Finishing some of your experiments my son. You and your brothers have been very busy dealing with the Foot and Purple Dragons as of late, so I took the liberty of helping your work along." He gestured towards the 'finished' experiments, that is to say the scavenged and unidentifiable projects, before starting to rummage in the chemical cabinet.
"Oh, uh, y-you didn't have to do that Sensei. I would've gotten around to them." Donny said trying not to sound rude but fearing for his work. Master Splinter experimenting? His father didn't even understand how to use the Battle Shell's remote!
"Nonsense Donatello, you do so much to enrich the lives of your family it is only right that one of us help you once in a while." He threw a couple chemicals together, frowning when the mixture turned a sickly mottled blue colour then whisked over to the computer. "Besides, there is only so much that can occupy my time down here." He tapped a few keys and frowned again when the machine refused to give up its secrets.
"Well, thank you, Sensei. Um, while I do appreciate the -"
"Where do you keep your hydrogen sulfide my son?" Splinter asked, scrutinizing a piece of paper and a nearby gadget before disregarding the paper altogether and shuffling to the other side of the room.
"Why do you need -?"
"Ah, here it is!" Master Splinter set down a beaker half filled with liquid that Donatello knew for a fact wasn't hydrogen sulfide before whisking to the other side of the room again.
"Uh Sensei, this isn't -"
"Where are the spare bolts?"
Donny didn't have time to answer as the rat flew by again, barely managing to save the beaker from being tackled by flying bolts of varying sizes.
"Sensei -"
More chemical mixing before Donny had to save some wires from getting splashed.
"Sensei -"
"No, no that's not right."
Saved the toaster from eating bolts, took loose wires back out of his half built heating assembly, caught a screwdriver before it flew into a spare viewing screen, and his heart leaped into his throat when he saw what chemicals his father was about to mix.
"No father, that'll explode!"
Donatello jerked, breathing rapidly and blinking furiously. It took him a moment to realize that he was sitting in his computer chair, facing his perfectly intact desk. His papers weren't thrown around, his projects were all just as he'd left them, there was a blanket wedged between him and the chair…
"My son." Donny swivelled and found Master Splinter at the door, a perplexed look on his face and his hand hovering by the light switch. "Please tell me you were not so foolish as too rig the light switch."
A/N: Holy crap, have I really written 50 of these things? o.O Huh... I guess time really does fly...
