Moonlight
Chapter 7
Splinter sighed as he walked down the hallway. This was going to be a long day. He hoped that his sons would behave themselves. Aside from their friend April O'Neil they had relatively little experience in dealing with women. April was older than his sons and had always been a bit like a mother to them. With the exception of the occasional joke, they had always treated her respectfully. He already knew that this young lady was going to be another matter. Hearing the sound of laughter he headed straight to the kitchen.
"Did you SEE how hard he was clutching that pillow?! His knuckles were turning white!" Raphael clutched his sides and doubled over laughing.
Donatello just shook his head and kept measuring out the pancake ingredients. Leonardo tried to keep a straight face as he chopped potatoes, "Come on, we all get morning wood sometimes."
"True, but we don't always get to wake up with a hot naked chick! If she'd been on MY bed I'd have—"
Splinter cleared his throat, "You'd have what Raphael?"
Everyone jumped slightly. They hadn't even noticed Master Splinter enter the room. Fighting back a blush, Leonardo continued his chopping with renewed focus. Raphael drew in a sharp breath and straightened up, attempting to look serious. "I wouldn't have poked her bellybutton."
"Good. The young lady is getting dressed now. Need I remind you that she, like all women, is to be treated with proper respect?"
"No Sensei."
"There will be no comments made about the manner in which she was awakened, is that clear?"
"Yes Sensei."
"That goes for all of you."
Leonardo and Donatello both looked up from their tasks and nodded their acknowledgement. Splinter walked back to the living room and settled down in his favorite chair. Closing his eyes he relaxed and waited for the young woman to finish dressing.
Hearing footsteps approaching he opened his eyes. The young woman walked into the room, limping slightly. Splinter stood and hurried over to her, offering her his arm, "Oh my dear child! In all the excitement I forgot about your leg."
"Its not too bad, the transformation heals wounds to an extent." But she took his arm anyway.
"We shall take a look at it after breakfast. If it has healed enough, it may be necessary to remove the stitches."
She nodded. "And there go my manners again. Please allow my to introduce myself, I am called Splinter. I would like to welcome you into our home"
"I am pleased to meet you. I'm Janine Smith. Thank you."
"I am honored to make your acquaintance Miss Smith."
"Please, just call me Janine, or Jan if you prefer." She gave him a dazzling smile.
Splinter smiled back then sniffed at the air. "Okay, Janine. It smells like breakfast is nearly ready. Shall we head to the kitchen?"
"That would be wonderful! I'm starving!" As if to punctuate the statement, her stomach let out a loud growl. She giggled and looked slightly embarrassed. Splinter smiled and led her towards the kitchen.
Everyone looked up from their tasks when they entered the room. Now that she was standing and in full light they could see that she was a little over 5 feet tall, had sparkling blue eyes, and a bright smile.
Splinter led her to the rectangular table and seated her at one end. He turned towards his sons. "I would like you to meet Miss Janine Smith. Janine, this is Donatello," Splinter gestured towards the turtle cooking pancakes.
She smiled and spoke somewhat softly, "Hello Donatello." He waved his spatula in response.
Splinter then gestured towards the turtle who was tending to both a skillet full of home fries and a pan full of sausage, "Leonardo."
He bowed slightly, "I am very pleased to meet you Janine."
She smiled again, "Likewise."
"And this is Raphael," Splinter gestured towards the nearest turtle, who was just finishing setting the table.
Raphael grinned widely at her, "Hello-o Janine."
Her smile turned into a smirk, "Nice to meet you Raphael. I hope my fleas didn't give you too much trouble last night"
His smile faded and desperation showed in his eyes. Splinter interrupted before he could reply, "Fleas?"
She looked up at him. "Just a little joke. He and Michaelangelo were discussing naming me last night. One of Raphael's suggestions was Fleabag, and if memory serves, it was one of the politer suggestions." She looked back towards Raphael, enjoying his discomfort.
Splinter glanced sternly at his son. "It was just a joke Sensei. How was I supposed to know that she understood what I was saying?" Splinter crossed his arms and remained silent. Raphael decided to take the hint. He looked back down at Janine. "Umm…I'm sorry I said those things about you. Please forgive me."
Out of the corner of her eye Janine noticed the other two turtles gaping at their brother. She wondered why they looked so surprised. "Apology accepted."
"Good!" Splinter looked pleased. He looked over towards the stove. Donatello was sliding the last pancake onto a platter, and Leonardo had already set the potatoes and sausage on the table. "Let us go ahead and begin breakfast, our guest is hungry."
Chapter 7
Splinter sighed as he walked down the hallway. This was going to be a long day. He hoped that his sons would behave themselves. Aside from their friend April O'Neil they had relatively little experience in dealing with women. April was older than his sons and had always been a bit like a mother to them. With the exception of the occasional joke, they had always treated her respectfully. He already knew that this young lady was going to be another matter. Hearing the sound of laughter he headed straight to the kitchen.
"Did you SEE how hard he was clutching that pillow?! His knuckles were turning white!" Raphael clutched his sides and doubled over laughing.
Donatello just shook his head and kept measuring out the pancake ingredients. Leonardo tried to keep a straight face as he chopped potatoes, "Come on, we all get morning wood sometimes."
"True, but we don't always get to wake up with a hot naked chick! If she'd been on MY bed I'd have—"
Splinter cleared his throat, "You'd have what Raphael?"
Everyone jumped slightly. They hadn't even noticed Master Splinter enter the room. Fighting back a blush, Leonardo continued his chopping with renewed focus. Raphael drew in a sharp breath and straightened up, attempting to look serious. "I wouldn't have poked her bellybutton."
"Good. The young lady is getting dressed now. Need I remind you that she, like all women, is to be treated with proper respect?"
"No Sensei."
"There will be no comments made about the manner in which she was awakened, is that clear?"
"Yes Sensei."
"That goes for all of you."
Leonardo and Donatello both looked up from their tasks and nodded their acknowledgement. Splinter walked back to the living room and settled down in his favorite chair. Closing his eyes he relaxed and waited for the young woman to finish dressing.
Hearing footsteps approaching he opened his eyes. The young woman walked into the room, limping slightly. Splinter stood and hurried over to her, offering her his arm, "Oh my dear child! In all the excitement I forgot about your leg."
"Its not too bad, the transformation heals wounds to an extent." But she took his arm anyway.
"We shall take a look at it after breakfast. If it has healed enough, it may be necessary to remove the stitches."
She nodded. "And there go my manners again. Please allow my to introduce myself, I am called Splinter. I would like to welcome you into our home"
"I am pleased to meet you. I'm Janine Smith. Thank you."
"I am honored to make your acquaintance Miss Smith."
"Please, just call me Janine, or Jan if you prefer." She gave him a dazzling smile.
Splinter smiled back then sniffed at the air. "Okay, Janine. It smells like breakfast is nearly ready. Shall we head to the kitchen?"
"That would be wonderful! I'm starving!" As if to punctuate the statement, her stomach let out a loud growl. She giggled and looked slightly embarrassed. Splinter smiled and led her towards the kitchen.
Everyone looked up from their tasks when they entered the room. Now that she was standing and in full light they could see that she was a little over 5 feet tall, had sparkling blue eyes, and a bright smile.
Splinter led her to the rectangular table and seated her at one end. He turned towards his sons. "I would like you to meet Miss Janine Smith. Janine, this is Donatello," Splinter gestured towards the turtle cooking pancakes.
She smiled and spoke somewhat softly, "Hello Donatello." He waved his spatula in response.
Splinter then gestured towards the turtle who was tending to both a skillet full of home fries and a pan full of sausage, "Leonardo."
He bowed slightly, "I am very pleased to meet you Janine."
She smiled again, "Likewise."
"And this is Raphael," Splinter gestured towards the nearest turtle, who was just finishing setting the table.
Raphael grinned widely at her, "Hello-o Janine."
Her smile turned into a smirk, "Nice to meet you Raphael. I hope my fleas didn't give you too much trouble last night"
His smile faded and desperation showed in his eyes. Splinter interrupted before he could reply, "Fleas?"
She looked up at him. "Just a little joke. He and Michaelangelo were discussing naming me last night. One of Raphael's suggestions was Fleabag, and if memory serves, it was one of the politer suggestions." She looked back towards Raphael, enjoying his discomfort.
Splinter glanced sternly at his son. "It was just a joke Sensei. How was I supposed to know that she understood what I was saying?" Splinter crossed his arms and remained silent. Raphael decided to take the hint. He looked back down at Janine. "Umm…I'm sorry I said those things about you. Please forgive me."
Out of the corner of her eye Janine noticed the other two turtles gaping at their brother. She wondered why they looked so surprised. "Apology accepted."
"Good!" Splinter looked pleased. He looked over towards the stove. Donatello was sliding the last pancake onto a platter, and Leonardo had already set the potatoes and sausage on the table. "Let us go ahead and begin breakfast, our guest is hungry."