Positive.

The very word kept blinking on the screen. What he could not bring himself to believe, had it not been the 3rd time he had tested the sample. No. No this could not be right, it couldn't be. It was a mistake by Donatello's system, a flaw in his own understanding or perhaps he had tested it incorrectly.

He growled as he stood up. Taking the sample and tossing it with the other two. He would do it again. There was no way this was possibly. No way he could even dream such a reality. The machine was simply on the fritz. Donatello had to fix it. He had to. Obviously it had gone horribly unmaintained in his absence. Perhaps his brothers had gotten to it? Had they changed something to give this reading?

The mutant Gator shook his head and grabbed another sample, larger than the last, of the unconscious mutant's blood. As he drew the sample a thought dawned on him. Perhaps a physical exam was in order? It could clarify the results, give an alternative process and perhaps the results he hoped for.

Moving to the file, he read threw the overly complex words again. Noting log ago that his brothers medical files were easier to understand, using simple words but Donatello's own file was small and complex. Several times he had to search the meaning of the words and still they made little sense to him. It was clear he found something in himself that the others lacked. What he could not say, but he was trying to hide it.

"You have been suppressing your hormones with this…" he read into the results of the pills that the young turtle kept in his side drawer. "While they aid in your lung strength, allowing you to keep up with your brothers given your severe asthma, the side effect it suppressing your hormones." The other did not respond. He still lay unconscious, breaths fogging up the oxygen mask that covered his beak. He scratched his head with his claws. "It may explain why you are as unaffected by mating season as your brothers…then again…" he looked back to the sample he was running again.

His tail thumped against the floor as he thought. So much did not make sense. Even Donatello's scent was different from when they last had met before his capture. Could it be because he was mated? The gator shook his head. No, he did not smell much like Slash. It was a much sweeter scent, almost delicious smelling to be truthful. "What are you trying to hide my friend?

~LRDM~

"I do not care what you want to know or have to say." Slash was becoming more and more irritated by the second with their barrage of stupid questions and prodding. He had nothing to tell them, not that he wanted to say anything anyway. All of this was between him and his mate. "I have no obligation to tell anyone anything." He could see the look of anger and frustration in their eyes, part of him was satisfied.

"You need to tell us." Leo was trying to stay calm but it was very clear that he was struggling with containing his rage. "Any information you can give us would be beneficial to know just what happened during the time Donnie was missing. We have nearly four months to piece together. Do you even know how long he was with you during the mating season?"

"I fail to see how knowing that is beneficial to you." He crossed his arms, periodically looking to the lab door. "Seems as though it is pretty personal. Perhaps you are just trying to figure out how many times I could possibly have bred him…"

Raph got in his face, pushing his finger into his plastron. "One more fuck'en out burst like dat and I don't give a fuck what Master Splinter said, I will rearrange your fuck'en ugly ass mug!" He was pissed off at this…thing that he would dare to speak so vilely about such a thing. He didn't want to think of them doing… that!

"Big word coming from you, or did you forget I was there when you used to tell me what you wanted to do with him?" his cheeks turned as red as his bandana. Seems he didn't know Slash still had all of Spike's memories. This was kinda fun. "My favorite would be wanting to pin him against Leonard's door as he slept. Telling him to keep it down as you…"

"Are you kidding me Raph?!" there was a crack in Leo's voice. Clearly he was getting turned on by the idea, his own face was blushing as he turned his eyes away. "You really had to tell him something like THAT?!"

The red clad turtle pulled away. Uncharacteristically, silent now. "I didn't fuck'en think he would turn into a mutant…" he muttered under his breath before his eyes turned back to Slash. "How much do ya remember?" he scuffed.

His beak curled into a wicked grin. "Everything."

Emerald eyes stared at him with complete mortification.

"Raph you're sick, you know that!" Mikey pouted. He didn't want to hear this. Not form him and not about Raph and Donnie…doing perverted thing. Though, why hadn't he thought of that? Hell most of his fantasies revolved around Donnie and him holding hands and kissing. Man was he wanting to give that a try.

Slash looked to Mikey. "I remember a lot about you too." The younger turtle flinched and looked to him as if the ask what. "How does his gear smell?"

All eyes turned to him in bewilderment. Mikey rolled his eyes. "Doesn't mean much, I sniff a lot of things."

"And you call Raph sick…" Leo shook his head. "Glad I don't…"

The tortoise smirked even wider. "Such nasty things Leonardo…do you really think your father wouldn't know that it happened in his room?" Oh this was just too fun. Making them uneasy and bringing everything out to light.

"In Master Splinter's room?! Really Leo?!" Raph threw his hands up. Damn this family was fucking perverted. Then again what did he expect from a male dominant house hold?

Casey and April just stared at each other. Unsure how to act given the fact they were now imagining things they really really REALLY wish they hadn't. Even so, it was nice to see them relaxing even a little. Even if embarrassed they were laughing at the other's thoughts. April wondered how they would react if they knew what Donnie really was. "I want to tell them…" she said out loud.

"Splinter said he didn't want them to know. Not until he was sure that is what Donnie wanted. We don't even know if Donnie knows himself." Casey squeezed her hand, reassuring her it was for the best. From day one she wanted to tell them. Warn them that Donnie was much more then what they believed. "Donnie is home now. All we have to do is wait and see."

She looked to him. "Do you think he will be okay?" she asked. Recalling how he looked when she glanced at the open door to the Lab earlier. "He looked so hurt…"

"You try falling off a roof and look good." He chuckled but there was no humor behind it. "Leatherhead said he didn't think there was any immediate danger. Even the crack to his shell wasn't too bad, that it would heal."

She shook her head. "I'm not just talking physically…"

"Oh…" Of course it would be obvious to her, Donnie was going to need help. He was going to bottle it all in and put on a brave face. "I know you have plans to talk to him…but I don't think you are the best one to do that."

She shot her eyes around, almost taking it as an offense. "What do you mean? That I would only end up making him feel worse?"

He held his hands up. "Calm down Red, I don't mean it the way you think…it's just…" he didn't want to expose Donnie. He had been handling it well enough that she didn't have to know.

"Then how do you mean it?" she asked. Sometimes Casey was bad with his words, bad with explaining even the simplest things.

He took a deep breath. "He still loves you." he looked her reaction over and was shocked to find she didn't seem too surprised by it.

"I know." She spoke lowly. "I don't know why though…" she looked away. She knew why. Her hand gripped the string to her book bag. Should she tell him? Could she tell him? That all this time she was reading Donnie's personal thoughts in his Diary?

"I just don't think he will open up to you like you hope he would. He is going to struggle to open upto anyone and we all know that. It's Donnie." He could see in her eyes that she was not telling him something. "What's wrong April?" he asked.

She stiffened. "Wrong? Me? Nothing is wrong why?" she pulled the bag close and sat it on her lap. "What do you know?"

"I know you are acting weird and it's because of something in your bag." He raised a brow. This was defiantly new for her.

She sighed. If she couldn't trust her boyfriend then who could she trust? Slowly she opened the bag and pulled out one of the books. "I happened upon them when I was in his lab…I didn't meant to but…" she looked him in the eyes. "Casey, he doesn't know. He knows he's different and Splinter said that he was found upside down and submerged in the mutagen. He doesn't realize that…" she bit her lip.

He looked at it, just the outside was enough to tell him what it was and that she shouldn't have looked in it. Weren't girls like…super protective of diaries? Or was it only their own? "Red you shouldn't have read this…" he looked in the bag and saw more. "You read them all?" he was glad the others were at the other end of the lair, bickering loud enough to drown their soft voices out. "You shouldn't have done that…"

"I didn't mean to…but I found out so much about him! Stuff I am sure even his brothers don't know." Somehow knowing all of it made her feel…special. "Reading it…I don't think Donnie is okay…even before all of this…what he wrote sometimes…it's so sad…so dark…" her eyes shown with compassion.

He took the book and put it back in the bag. "It wasn't for you to read. April, I know you meant well but those are Donnie's thoughts. If you know he still loves you how do you think he will fell knowing you invaded his privacy like this?"

She felt tears swell in her eyes. "He said he wanted to die because I didn't love him…"

Casey froze…looking at her and not knowing what to do. How did she feel about that? And if she had read the diaries did she know about their deal? "Shhh…" he held her closed. "He is talking because he is hurt. He was venting and he knows that you care about him and love him." He pet her head softly. "We can talk about those later. Just relax okay."

She held him tightly. He was such a good boyfriend. A fool sometimes…but…he wasn't very romantic…the things Donnie said…it was as if she were truly a princess in a fairytale. Why couldn't he have said such before, the way it was written in the diary?

"I love you April." He smiled and gave her a soft kiss.

"I love you too." She smiled, but there was little joy in it.

~LRDM~

Positive.

There was no denying it now, even as he finished the physical exam the results were the same. He sighed and turned to the small turtle with sorrow and pity in his eyes. Leatherhead rose from the stool and moved to the door.

The moment he opened it the bickering stopped and they looked to him. He looked to the youngest. "Could you bring Splinter to me?" he asked. Everyone exchanged concerned looks. "It is nothing bad I assure you…I just need to know a few things." That seemed to relieve them of their fears.

The old rat came in no time. He never looked at the others as he entered the lab with him, they shut and locked the doors. Leatherhead turned on some music to ensure none would hear what he had to say.

"Tell me, what news do you have?" the old rat was quite worried. You could see it in his face as he looked over his son, gently petting his head.

The gator was not sure how to say this. Given everything that had happened he wasn't even sure he wanted to believe it, but there was no way to deny it. Not after 4 blood tests and a physical exam.

"Donatello…He…" his lower jaw clenched as he struggled to find the strength. "He is…" he wasn't sure he could come out and say it. No matter how hard he tried. Even as he looked into those old yet hopeful eyes. "You are going to be a grandfather."

For the first time in Hamato Yoshi's life…he could see nothing but red.