TeamB: So I've been a Donnie/April junkie since 2003, and decided it's about time I write a fic for them. I've got a couple of ideas in concerns for the pairing and just might bounce around the various universes. Watch out TMNT fandom, here I come!
"Look, I'm sorry I tried to upload my 'D's Most Scientifically Sound Hits For Energetic Dancing' into the DJ's soundboard, thus short-circuiting their shamefully low-running UPC, thus sending a surge to do the same to the school breaker panel, thus creating a fire, thus calling in the fire department. But I'll tell you this that those siren lights were more coordinated than whoever was in charge of the dull watts in the gymnasium."
"That would be Dale. Tech-savvy, but rhythm-challenged."
Donatello nodded. "Your school seems to have a habit of hiring the least qualified individuals."
"Wait, wait, wait." April rubbed at her throbbing temples. "You've got the nerve to come uninvited to my senior prom decked out in . . ." Pushing the rim of her glasses up her nose, her blinking eyes looked down his form, all cloaked in glitching camouflage. "Whatever that is."
"Ah, this is a cloaking device I reverse engineered from Sunita's brooch. Per Newton's third law: I had to test it out and tonight was the perfect opportunity." Donatello looked proud of his creation even though he kept flickering from grinning turtle to a dark-haired, thick browed, purple clad teenager.
April sighed. "Donnie, you and I both know that your test-runs turn up on the wrong side of effective. You practically glitched out right when the lights came on! Everyone saw you."
"That was after I bedazzled them with my dance moves, along with my footsy dance partner, of course." His wink was cringey and god-awful, his rising laughter a moment later was as if he were trying to laugh away all the evening's offenses. "Besides, there was obviously something in that punch." A hiccup interrupted the genius turtle's sentence for a moment and encouraged a similar sound from April. "Yeah, I doubt they'll even remember what they saw. Might remember the fire though . . ."
Sitting there on the curb while watching the firemen file in and out of the school and gathered students slowly disappear as parents came to pick them up, April let out a sigh while leaning back, not even concerned for the cleanliness of her yellow prom dress.
"It's all tradition. You know, social norms, so it's fine, it's fine. On the bright side, at least it was just a fire. God knows there's been worse."
"Now you're seeing what I'm seeing, April." Donatello leaned back as well, both taking in the sight as the care and concern filtered out of their systems while the hard punch took up residence.
"You know what? I'm glad you did it. Who needs a perfect prom night anyways? Nah-uh, not April O'Neil." Standing up on shaky feet, April shook her resolve back into herself. "If there's going to be a perfect night then I'll have to make it perfect." She looked down at her watch. "It's only 7 anyway. Whadaya say, D? You wanna get outta here and make tonight remember us by causing a little havoc?"
Donatello bounced up to attention. "Shell. Yes."
April felt a hand touch hers. She looked down. Donatello was holding it.
"Before we go off into the wiles of the night and encroach on the likelihood that we will forget the best and worst parts of it all, I just want to take this opportunity while I am 83.0007% sure I'm inebriated but self-aware enough to know I need to say it, to tell you: you look beautiful."
He looked at her with a softer smile. There was something in his eyes right then that April couldn't place, she blamed it on the alcohol in her system, as she did for the slight heat seeping into her face, and even the way she grasp his hand in return before they scampered off to forget a very memorable night.
