Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT, yada, yada, yada.
Note~ whoo, hoo, got another chapter out. I promised it so here you go. Hopefully I'll get my computer up soon.
Back down at the lair, Leonardo and Donatello were cleaning up the spare sub car. First thing they had to do was move Raphael and Michelangelo's cars. That wasn't the hard part. The hard part was getting the spare car moved over to where they had made room. When they finally got it there, Leonardo sent Raphael out to get a bed and sheets, and Donatello went out to find a dresser. Donatello returned half an hour later and started helping Leonardo clean out the car. They scrubbed and dusted and made sure that it wouldn't topple over. Both turtles crashed on the couch when they finished and took a breath. Splinter came out of the kitchen and handed them each a cup of water.
"Thank you Sensei," Leonardo, then Donatello said. Splinter inspected the car and complimented the turtles on the good job.
"Where is Raphael?" Splinter asked. Leonardo sat up and looked around.
"I don't know," Leonardo said. "He should have been back hours ago." Just then they heard a grunting noise coming from the entrance.
"Do you guys think I could get some help up here?" Leonardo and Donatello both rushed over and helped Raphael get the bed down, and in the room. They set it up and asked Raphael for the sheets. He pulled green marbleized sheets out of a bag. Tossing them onto the bed, Raphael turned to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Leonardo asked. Raphael turned to face his brother.
"To get dinner ready, gotta eat you know." Raphael commented.
"What are you making?" Donatello asked.
'Pizza, Domino's style," was the reply. Splinter slightly shook his head with a smile and followed Raphael as he left the room.
The sun was low in the sky as Michelangelo took Nancy up, through some trees on the beach. At the top of the hill, the view took Nancy's breath away. Michelangelo watched as Nancy looked around at the spread of colors created by the sunset. For a moment all thoughts of the past few days left her mind.
Do you come here often? Nancy sat down breathing in the salty air.
"No," Michelangelo said, Nancy jumped, not realizing that she had spoken out loud. "I found this place about two weeks ago.
"I wanted to share this, kind of like an apology for how I acted earlier. You can't help who you are and this isn't your fault." Nancy heard Michelangelo sigh and turned to look at him. He had pulled out a polaroid photograph. Slowly Nancy got up and went to Michelangelo. The picture was of Shannon with the turtles. Nancy was touched by how much they looked alike.
"When was that taken?" Nancy asked.
"Last summer, before . . ." Michelangelo paused not wanting to go on. For a minute, Nancy wished that she didn't act ask.
"Shannon was different," Michelangelo said. "Not stupid, just a great character. I was the first one to meet her." Michelangelo smiled at the memory. Then he frowned for a moment and tucked the photo away.
"Hey, I need to get us home," Michelangelo changed subjects. "Now you'll be able to taste moi's great cooking." Nancy took one last look at the view and followed Michelangelo.
"Okay guys," Leonardo told his brothers. "They're coming." Raphael smirked, as Leonardo rushed in to make sure the car was ready. Michelangelo's voice could be heard long before he was in sight. He was telling Nancy about food and cooking.
"Nancy," Leonardo jumped beside her, causing her to jump.
"Glad to see you too Leo, but wait until I see you before jumping at me." Nancy paused when she noticed all the guys smiling at her.
"Okay do I have something on my face?" Nancy started patting her face and looked around at them.
"We have a surprise for you," Donatello took Nancy's hand and led her to a new sub car, she noticed. "Here," Donatello said as Leonardo opened the door, "is your room." The door opened to reveal a full bed on one side of the room with a nightstand on each side. A lamp on a nightstand illuminated the room, showing that there was also a dresser against one wall of the sub car.
"You guys did all this for me?" Nancy turned and looked at them.
"Yep, we all talked this morning before practice started and figured that this would be more comfortable than the couch." Leonardo said.
'And I vetoed them on letting you sleep on my bed every night. Oh, we even got you dinner."
"Aww, Raph, I was gonna cook." Michelangelo exclaimed.
"Well you can cook tomorrow, I have pizza in the kitchen." Hearing Raphael mention pizza, Michelangelo straighten up and zoomed into the kitchen. As the guys turned to follow Michelangelo out, Nancy touched Raphael's arm asking him to stay behind. Nancy sat on the bed as Raphael closed the door.
"I have a question for you," Nancy started. "And I feel really weird asking this and you don't' have to answer if you don't want to." Raphael waited.
"When you helped me get unstuck from my pants, you stared at my legs for a moments."
"And you're wondering why." Raphael finished. Nancy nodded. "It was because I noticed that unlike Shannon, your legs have no scars." Raphael left it at that and turned to leave the room. Before stepping out he added one last thought. "And also," Nancy looked up at him. "You have very nice legs." Nancy smiled and ducked her head. She looked up to see he was still waiting for her. Nancy got up and followed Raphael to the kitchen.