Of Turtles And Comics
Disclaimer - I do not own TMNT or any of the characters therein. Some VERY rich dude does.
Rating - Teens and up Story Warnings - Embarrassment, Excitement, New experience, Swearing, Flirting (Don't like these topics? Do not read.)
Pairings - None (Don't like? Do not read.)
Universe - 2012
Ages - All characters, turtles and OC are in the age range of late teen to early twenties.
Chapter credits - Too many to name, you'll know them when you see them.
Summary - Sometimes even a genius needs a little help from a friend.
Of Turtles And Comics
New York City.
The greatest place on the face of the planet... in some people's opinion anyway. To others, it was something more along the lines of the tenth level of Hell.
To the young woman sitting next to the window of the Airbus A380 on approach to La Guardia Airport runway three, it was somewhere in between, making it the perfect vacation spot.
Everyone needed a few thrills while broadening their horizons. It got the blood flowing.
This trip wasn't Raven's first visit to New York City; it was in fact, her fourth. She didn't remember much about her earlier visits, not too many people remember a lot from when they were four.
The screech of braking wheels on tarmac announced the plane's return to terra firma. A shiver of excitement run its way up Raven's spine. She had arrived, and her vacation had officially begun.
"Miss..."
Raven looked over at man who had sat beside her during the flight. He was standing in the aisle motioning her to step out in front of him to disembark.
"Thank you," she smiled stepping out.
"This your first time to New York?" he asked politely.
Raven kept her friendly smile firmly in place. They had sat side-by-side for how many hours on that long ass, boring flight, and homeboy picks now to start up a conversation?
"Oh, no. I've been here many times before. This is old hat for me." She felt more than a little self satisfied when the man wilted around the edges, and not the least bit guilty over her teeny white lie.
"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay."
She had to give the guy credit, he had good recovery skills.
"Thank you."
Raven headed for baggage claim at a quick trot. She couldn't wait to get started! Just pick up her luggage, a short ride to the hotel, check in, air out her costume, grab some food, a few quick calls to let everyone know she had arrived at her destination, and wasn't floundering around somewhere south of the Bermuda Triangle drinking Barnstormers with fanged demons, get a decent night's sleep, then it was off to Global Comic Con International!
Thank the high realm of vacation gods sliding down stairway banisters was faster than slow moving escalators. She couldn't wait!
"Ple-eee-ease, Donnie!"
There was no sound on the face of the planet as annoying as one's baby brother whining at full volume.
"I just need you to make sure the problem isn't my tablet. I wanna post my story tonight to get it out of the way for Comic Con, and I know it won't take you but a few seconds. You're such an awesomely amazing genius it might not even take you that long! Puh-leee-ze, D!"
And velocity.
"Alright brainiac, enough is enough! Either you fix his tablet, or I shove ya head first inna beaker... A dirty beaker."
"Donnie, please. He's been at it for like an hour already."
Unless it was your two older siblings begging, each in their own personal way.
"Okay, fine," Donatello pushed his laptop to one side of his desk with a heavy sigh. "I'll check it out."
"Yes! Awesomeness supreme!"
Donnie was fairly certain bats were taking flight after Mikey's excited squeal... In Uganda.
"But!" Donnie flipped a finger up in the universal sign of conditions pending.
Mikey jumped back hugging his precious tablet to his chest staring at the purple banded genius as if Donnie had tried to bite him.
"I'm not going to be up half the night trying to fix this. I have been waiting for Comic Con just as long as you three, and I fully intend on enjoying myself as well. I'll check the hardware, and the software for any problems, but that's it, Mikey. Understand? If it's a programming problem on the site's end, you fix it on your own time."
Mikey gently laid his tablet on Donnie's desk. "I understand, my bro," with one finger he made an 'X' over his heart. "I promise to say nothing if you can't fix it before we go."
"Tonight," Donnie corrected.
"Tonight."
"Early enough I can get a decent night's sleep."
"Early enough you can get a decent night's sleep, my bro!"
"Good!" Donnie turned on the power to Mikey's tablet. "Now, let's see what the problem is."
As they exited the lab, dragging Mikey along with them so Donnie could work in peace, Raph elbowed Leo none too gently in his bridge. "Betcha ten bucks he brings it wid 'im ta Comic Con."
"No way I'm taking that," Leo shook his head. "Because if he doesn't get it fixed tonight so Mikey can post his story before we go, I know he will."
Comic Con was amazing! Raven was barely two hours in, and not even a quarter of the way through. At this rate, she was going to need the full three days the event was scheduled to run just to get through it all.
Good thing she had had the foresight to book her hotel room for four days, and not just the three everyone recommended.
Everywhere she looked there was something interesting going on. Vendors selling anything, and everything even remotely related to comic books, film, or animation in every possible form imaginable. there was merchandise for sale from as far back as the 50s.
Food with every ingredient imaginable in every shape a chief could think of. Quite a few people were eating funnel cakes in the shape of Iron Man's mask, and fruits shaped like Groot.
There were areas for photographs with life size cut outs, and in one series of booths you could make a short video of your favorite movie scene complete with headlining actor.
It was nerd heaven!
Raven had lucked out her first hour at the convention. She had found the last two, first production Dragon Tales characters she needed to complete her set for a third of what they were going for online.
They were now safely tucked away in the bottom of her backpack between her wallet, and a very large, set-to-snap rat trap.
With the money she had saved on the Dragon Tales characters, Raven hoped to find a first production Rainbow Dash in better condition than the one she currently owned. If she could, it would raise the value of her set by a good grand if not more.
Who said you needed a college degree to make good investments?
What really caught her eye though was the vendor selling life sized wax mannequins of anime characters. How cool would it be to wake up every morning and see All Might grinning at you from the foot of your bed? Or Thor?
It was so tempting.
Raven chuckled wondering if the airline would give her a second seat discount if she brought one home with her on the plane. It wouldn't eat anything, or complain about turbulence, and in the event of an emergency, it wouldn't need oxygen.
Snickering over how her neighbors would react if they saw a wax Inuyasha watching them from her living room window, Raven noticed a trio of Pikachu strolling by; one was wearing a bowler hat and carrying a cane.
He was doing a pretty good Charlie Chaplin impression.
They stopped in line behind Wizardess, King Kong, and the entire ninja team from the Hidden Leaf Village at a Marvel food vendor selling Hulk drinks, and Dr. Strange corn dogs.
Everywhere Raven looked people were in costume. Costumes that looked to be custom made, easily costing the wearer a few hundred dollars to a couple thousand to make. Other costumes looked as if the wearer had made them the night before half drunk and then slept in them. Some looked like the wearer couldn't decide who to be, so they decided to be a little bit of everyone.
They turned out looking a lot bit like someone going to a Smashing Pumpkins concert.
Some costumes though simply done were highly detailed, and eerily accurate, like the group dressed as the pirates from One Piece. Others, like the woman dressed as a mermaid riding Pegasus across a clouded sky could only be described as utterly tripping.
How the woman kept her hair looking as if it was fluttering in the wind even though she was standing still, Raven couldn't begin to guess.
Gorilla glue kept coming to mind.
Costume ideas were running around Raven's mind faster than unsupervised kids in the comic booths. Costumes for Halloween, costumes for Christmas parties, costumes for future Cons, costumes to just hang on a dress dummy in her front room as conversation pieces; she couldn't keep up with them all. As much as she hated to admit it, Raven needed to take time from browsing, and write those ideas down. If not, she knew she would forget something important like that one little detail that made the difference between a good costume, and a fantastic one.
Besides, it wouldn't be a total waste of time; she could do with a little food. Breakfast was long gone, and she had been excitedly rushing around for hours. Excitement always made her ravenous.
That was the main reason she always carried a bag of gummy bears around in her purse.
And considering the time, if she paced herself just right, when she was done eating the merchandise booths would be less crowded. Everyone would be rushing to get in line for star autographs, and photos.
Now that she had convinced herself, Raven's stomach growled in agreement.
She perused the nearby food offerings. Nachos served on Captain America's shield? Star Trek replicator burger that looked suspiciously similar to a Big Mac with Wonder Woman lasso curly fries? Pony Pizza with rainbow sprinkles and Fruit Loops?
Raven couldn't suppress the full body shudder over that one.
Finally she decided on chicken tenders, onion rings, and a Pepsi from the Chicken Little Alternative Ending stand.
One could never go wrong with the classics!
Now to find a seat, which turned out to be much easier said than done.
"Why do they never have enough seating at these things?" she groused scanning the tables. "Not everyone has the innate ability to walk, eat, read an event schedule, and talk on the phone at the same time while shopping." Eyebrow raised, she followed a couple that walked by with her eyes. They were each wearing a Guzzler Helmet, holding hands, eating cheeseburgers, and leaving a trail of paper in their wake in a fair imitation of Hansel and Gretel. "But they do try."
Just as she began to feel as if she was destined to eat standing up, Raven saw a table for two with only one person wearing a turtle costume sitting at it.
Maybe he wouldn't mind sharing? He seemed pretty involved in what he was doing, and Raven wasn't looking for a new BFF; she just wanted a place to sit down, eat her lunch, and write down her costume ideas legibly enough to be deciphered at a later date and time. No conversation involved.
Raven started walking his way.
What was he going to do, say no?
Friendly smile firmly in place, at least until she found out if Mr. Turtle was the sympathetic, compassionate type, or the complete and utter jerk type, Raven made her approach. She stopped a few steps away from the table just in case Mr. Turtle was the complete and utter jerk type and decided to take a swing.
"Excuse me, sir, and/ or madam?"
The person never looked up, he just kept scowling at his tablet mumbling incoherently.
Raven blinked. The turtle suit didn't look like it made it hard for him to hear?
On the other side of the dining area a group of kids threw about four boxes of Pop Its into the air. The sudden burst of mini explosions startled Raven, and about half the people waiting in line for food. Mr. Turtle did nothing more than scratch his chin, and keep on mumbling.
Maybe the suit did make it hard to hear, or maybe dude had a half dozen younger brothers and sisters, and was just really good at tuning out random background noise.
Raven tried again just a tad bit louder. "Excuse me, Mr. Turtle."
This time she got a frustrated huff and an angry finger jab to the tablet.
Since asking was getting her nowhere, Raven decided to up the ante, and stake a claim. "I hate to intrude," she thumped her drink down on the table followed by her carton of food. "But since you seem to be too absorbed in whatever it is you're doing to notice, or possibly even care, I'm taking your extra chair."
That got a reaction, just not the one Raven expected.
"Oh, yeah. Sure, sure. Go ahead," Mr Turtle waved his hand in the general direction of the chair, Raven, and her food. "I'm not going to eat it."
Raven couldn't decide if he meant the food, or the chair.
Her eyes grew wide when Mr. Turtle reached over, made grabby motions with his fingers that kind of reminded her of Pac-Man, and after coming in contact with it, picked up her drink cup. She watched in stunned disbelief as he took a long swig, followed by a well satisfied belch.
Well, he did only say 'eat'.
The drink snapped him out of his intensely focused state. "Mikey, you know I prefer grape soda over cola," he frowned indignantly at the cup.
Raven couldn't help the self satisfied smirk when Mr. Turtle looked up to see her standing there instead of the mysterious Mikey, bringer of drinks. She could have swore the lightening in the immediate area got a little better when Mr. Turtle realized what had happened.
"Oh, OH!... I am so, so sorry," he set the drink cup down so fast Raven reached for it afraid it would tip over. "I-I'll buy you another! Two even! Oh, Darwin's beard! I never, ever do things like this! Well, I do to my brothers, but strangers? Never!"
Raven couldn't help chuckling as the guy kept fussing. "It's fine. I have a water. Just let me share your table, and we'll call it even."
"Yes, yes of course! Be my guest!"
Mr. Turtle pulled his bag off the other chair so fast Raven wondered if she happened to look before she sat down, would she find skid marks?
Raven slid into the now vacant chair, without checking for tread marks, and pulled her water bottle out of her pack. "Here," she grinned pushing the soda cup closer to Mr. Turtle's tablet. "You may as well finish this."
Raven was really impressed with Mr. Turtle's face make-up when he cheeks noticeably darkened. He had some serious face painting talent if he could make that shade of green show a blush after being applied to skin. Either that, or he was super embarrassed.
"Nice costume," she grinned, tucking into her lunch. "I'm Raven by the way."
"Thank you. I, uh... made it myself." Mr. Turtle hesitated a second. "And I'm Donnie. Nice to meet you."
The onion rings were some of the best Raven had ever tasted. She hummed her satisfaction taking a second to savor the spicy flavor while subtly checking Donnie out.
"So, what fandom is your costume from? I don't know of any turtle based anime."
Donnie suddenly looked more like a deer in the headlights than a human turtle.
"Well... Umm, you see... It's..."
Damndamndamn!
Donnie mentally berated himself for not having had the foresight to have an answer readily on hand for this. He'd had no intentions of interacting with anyone other than his brothers, and honestly, he didn't think anyone would be curious enough of some guy in a turtle costume to ask.
Where the shell was Mikey when he needed him!?
"It's from... Zootopia!" Score one for the purple banded genius!
Raven paused, chicken tender halfway to her mouth. "I didn't think there were any turtles in Zootopia."
That figured.
"Ther-re's not!" Confidence rapidly returning, Donnie held up a finger emphasizing his point. "I'm protesting that very thing. Turtles are amazing and intelligent creatures that are not given enough credit for their abilities, and natural skills."
Raven chewed thoughtfully on her deep fried chicken bit. "I can respect that," she said flatly.
People had issues. Who was she to judge.
"Did you make yours?" Donnie nodded indicating Raven's Demona costume while he sucked up the last remnants of soda from the cup.
"I did most of it myself, but a friend helped with the wing mechanisms. I didn't want them to suddenly pop open and take an arm off while I was walking around. Mine or anyone else's."
"You did a good job. Struts are straight. Smooth wing surface. No oil stains, hydraulics are closed system. Near perfect symmetry," Donnie nodded approvingly. "A very good job indeed."
Now it was Raven's turn to blush.
With the necessary cordiality out of the way, Raven pulled out her notebook, and Donnie returned to his tablet. Both were quiet, caught up in their own endeavors, with nothing but the constant scratch of a pencil, and soft grumblings to be heard.
Having finished both her lunch, and her costume ideas, Raven closed her notebook with an air of great accomplishment. It hadn't been easy, sitting there writing down those notes with so much fun waiting to be had.
It felt like a really bad de ja vu trip back to school, of sitting through a long, boring, lecture, and knowing it was sunny and seventy-five outside.
She stuffed her used napkins along with the plastic utensils in the empty food carton then leaned back in her seat stretching her arms over her head to loosen up her sore shoulders. She was debating whether or not to throw the now empty drink cup away- it had been part of her lunch after all, or leave that particular task to Donnie- since he'd been the one to actually drink it, when a mumbled curse followed by a very realistic growl grabbed her attention.
"Sewer apples!"
Raven raised an eyebrow, and craned her neck to get a better view. "I can't help but notice, you seem to be having some issues over there, Don."
"A few," he grumbled.
Raven stayed quiet waiting to see if Donnie would continue to divulge on his on, or if he'd need prompting.
"You see, this is my brother's tablet. He's... creative, and likes to post his artistic works on social media. He couldn't post his story last night, and asked me to check his tablet; which I have done." Donnie leaned back in his chair glaring at the uncooperative tablet as if the very strength of his frustration would intimidate it into working properly. "The problem isn't his tablet, it's the site. And since I don't use those sites, I can't exactly figure out how to navigate them. I keep getting an error message of 'No Preview Available' in big, horribly pixelated yet very soothing, grey letters."
Raven wondered if Donnie had problems with oversharing.
"Well, I happen to be an artist by hobby, and a writer by trade. I've posted things on some of those sites. I'd be more than happy to take a look."
"Yes, please!" Frustrated, Donnie blindly shoved the tablet across the table. It stopped scant millimeters from the edge.
Impressive.
Raven glanced over, eyebrow raised questioningly.
Grinning Donnie just shrugged.
There had to be children involved somewhere in his life to have that kind of, 'Here, now please give me two seconds of peace!' skill.
Within seconds Raven found the problem.
"Oh, okay. I see," she scooted her chair closer to Donnie giving him a better view of the tablet's screen. "This site recently changed their entire format. Design, navigation, posting method, appearance, everything's different. In some ways, it's better, in most, not. The biggest change though is that it's not as user friendly."
She quickly shifted through several screens with Donnie watching closely over her shoulder. "I bet your brother was trying to post through the old method, here." Raven shifted through a few more screens. "You now have to use the new method here."
"Huh, I wonder why they kept the old set up as an active part of the navigation menu?" Donnie tapped a finger against his chin. "They would have a much faster, more efficient server if they eliminated it. Free up all kinds of coding space."
"Maybe they want to give users time to get their stuff off the old system before they eliminate it completely," Raven passed Donnie back his tablet. "Maybe they like having an empty box hanging around to piss everyone off."
"Maybe it's where all the left socks lost in the dryer end up," Donnie grinned.
Raven snickered. "No, those end up east of the New Jersey Parallelogram."
"I love that show! That's my favorite episode!" Donnie laughed. "The science is completely off in left field, but it's great for pranking ideas."
"I appreciate your help, Raven," Donnie smiled wiping away the last of his laughter tears. "And if my brother were here, I know he'd want to thank you as well. Although I'm not too sure how appreciative the residents of Arizona would be when their dogs all start barking at once."
Raven suddenly found herself not wanting her 'lunch date' to be over. "I take it he's pretty excitable?"
"Excitable is Mikey's permanent default setting."
"Well..."
Donnie saw a very recognizable twinkle in Raven's eye. It was the same spark Mikey got when Leo did something dorky, and it gave the youngest a brilliant idea to pull on Raph.
"Let's see if we can cause a mass bird migration in the Hawaiian Islands." Raven was grinning from ear to ear. "Let's post it ourselves, and surprise him."
Donnie looked at Raven, a grin slowly spreading. His eyes now shining with the same mischievous glint.
He really shouldn't. Not because of Mikey, no, not at all. Mikey would love having Donnie post his story. But their other two brothers, that just might be a different story.
Mikey was always excited. Everything to him was a grand adventure. Mealtime, patrol, puppies in a shop window, it didn't matter, Mikey was going to be off-the-chart excited about it. And, having lived with Mikey's enthusiasm their entire lives, the other three brothers had learned to live with it just to keep their sanity.
After an entire day spent at Comic Con Mikey was, of course, going to be difficult to handle when they got home. It was expected, and planned for.
Anything sharp, gooey, or could be used to create some kind of heart stopping explosion had been hidden days ago. Donnie's lab now had three new sensor locks all programmed to only Don's DNA.
Leo had bet Raph fifteen dollars Mikey would get inside in less than thirty minutes. Donnie and Raph had a bet going for less than ten.
If Mikey came home already hyped up from a day of fun to find not only a 'fixed' tablet, but an upgraded one, and reader reviews on a newly posted story, he would be singing Don's praises for the next three days.
Leo would be at his wits end in half an hour. Raph'd be there in less than half a second. They'd both be out for blood, mainly Donnie's, but that didn't bother the genius all that much.
With the grin that now graced Donnie's face, he resembled the Grinch more than he did a turtle.
There was still a little bit of broccoli flavored toothpaste tucked away in the lab from the last time Raph had been 'displeased' over something Donnie had done and had put motor oil in Don's personal coffeepot in the lab. A threatened repeat of that particular joy should be deterrent enough, and if not... There were lots of Brussel sprouts in the kitchen last time he'd checked.
"That is a wonderful idea, my dear Raven. Let's."
Hours flew. Donnie and Raven posted Mikey's story. Read several other stories he had previously posted. Browsed his art, which they both found stunningly beautiful. They grabbed some funnel cakes and burgers, then people watched while they ate.
And they talked. Raven had some of the most interesting and inspiring conversation she had had in years.
She was pretty sure the next two days of Comic Con were going to pale in comparison to today.
They finally parted ways with Donnie vanishing into the crowds, and Raven headed to a horror shop to see what they had to offer.
Later, back at her hotel, Raven unloaded her backpack being very careful to spring that rat trap before reaching in to retrieve anything. She pulled out her Dragon Tales characters, and a copy of Dracula she bought just because. Then, when she was pulling out her wallet, Raven found the biggest surprise of all, a mint condition, still in the package, Rainbow Dash. There was a small note written on purple paper carefully tucked next to the pony.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed your company today. Thank you again, Donnie.
After taking a moment to bask in the warm feelings brought on by Donnie's heart felt words, Raven opened her suitcase, and pulled out her laptop. There was a little something she wanted to do before turning in for the night.
"Woohoo! I have the most awesome brother in the world!"
"He's our brother too, knucklehead. Or did ya ferget?"
"I never said you DIDN'T have the most awesome brother in the world, Raph. I just said that I did. Because I DO!" Mikey took a running start from the kitchen, vaulted over the television, and landed on the far bench beside his genius brother. He latched onto whichever part of Donnie he could fit his arms around, and squeezed. "You are so awesome, D!"
"Thank you, Mikey," Donnie said patiently as he wiggled a hand underneath his brother's arm to pry the appendage off his windpipe so he could keep breathing.
"So you finally figured out what was wrong with Mikey's tablet," Leo sat down on Donnie's opposite side passing his two youngest brothers sodas. Raph, who was sitting in the beanbag on the floor, got his dropped into his lap.
Donnie couldn't help but smile; his was grape flavored.
"It actually wasn't the tablet, Leo." The sound of soda cans letting off pressure filled the air. "It was the site."
Mikey's overjoyed demeanor took a serious nose dive. "So now I gotta go figure out what's wrong with the site before I can post?"
"Not at all, Mikey," Donny said feeling very pleased with himself. "I have already figured out the issue with the site, and..." he shifted just a bit for a better pose as he paused for dramatic effect. "I posted your story. It was pretty good by the way. I highly recommend it."
Donnie's last sentence was aimed at the two oldest.
"Dude! I have got to go check that out!"
Donnie didn't think Mikey's squeal was loud enough to make birds in Hawaii take flight, but it was close.
"Donnie, if he goes on 'bout dis fer more 'an a day, Yer gonna regret it," Raph's tone promised levels of vengeance yet unknown to the mortal world.
"If you do," Donnie smiled sweetly. "You're going to experience the joys of Brussel sprouts in ways you could never imagine."
Raph's scowl deepened. He leaned forward in his seat, ready to accept his brother's challenge. He didn't scare that easily.
A firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Raph. Don't." Raphael couldn't remember a time Leo had looked so serious. "Remember the broccoli... and your toothbrush?"
Raph paled to a color very close to that of dying bamboo.
"So how did you figure it out, Don?" Leo hoped he could get his brothers' minds off of revenge, and counter revenge by changing the subject.
"A girl at the Con shared my table during lunch. She walked me through it."
Raph perked up at the word 'girl'. "Soo, this girl... Was she cute?"
Donnie shrugged, that mischievous twinkle back in his eye. "She looked like a gargoyle."
The two oldest looked at one another, the same confused expression on both their faces.
"Umm, I hate ta break it ta ya Donnie, but..."
"Hey guys! Check this out!" Mikey cartwheeled over Donnie's lap to plop down on the floor in front of Leo interrupting his brothers' conversation. "Ya gotta read this."
Hey M-, Loved your story. Very thoughtful, and inspiring. The fight scene was very visual. You're really good. Might want to go easy on the commas, but other than that, you're really good. Don't ever stop doing what you love. R-
"And dudes! She's watching me now!"
"She just so happens to be a writer and artist too, Mikey. You might want to go check out some of her stuff. It's pretty good."
Mikey made a few quick swipes on his tablet. "She's into Gargoyles too. And Space Heroes. And Crognard!"
The three oldest chuckled as Mikey ran to his bedroom. Donnie couldn't help laughing when the door banged shut.
"I would say you have nothing to worry about, Raph. Mikey's going to be well occupied for a while," he grinned setting his empty soda can on the floor.
"Okay, Donatello," Leo was back in full on leader mode. "How is it you know so much about that person?"
"Don't worry, Leo. That's the girl who showed me how to work the site. She's safe."
"Are you sure?" Leo couldn't help stressing the last word.
Donnie sighed. Asking Leo not to worry was like trying to stop water from being wet."Yes, Leo. I am positive. I've already ran a background check on her."
"How'd ya get enough info ta check her out, Donnie? It's not like she's gonna give ya her address an' phone number?"
"Fingerprints off her soda cup."
All three turned to look down the hallway hearing muffled whoops from Mikey's bedroom.
"Hey, Donnie could you maybe..."
Donnie grinned anticipating his oldest brother's request. "Already done, Leo." He pulled two tablets from behind the bench cushions, one red, the other blue. "Everything is all set up. Passwords are your respective weapons. Might I suggest you change them as soon as you can. Leo, I can help you navigate the site if you need me to. Mikey's home page is in your favorites. So is Raven's."
With his brothers happily sequestered in their rooms submersing themselves in fan fiction and art, Donnie headed for his lab, to take a few minutes to simply enjoy the quiet, and unload his duffle.
"I hope it's just as fun next time we go," he sighed happily rubbing a smudge from his new Dexter's Laboratory coffee mug.
Thanks for reading.