~ I'm sorry, I didn't want Shredder to hurt Nancy, but he tied me up and threw me in the closet until Nancy was rescued and the turtles were able to let me out. ::turns to Shredder:: You'll get what's coming to you, and you'll see why I warned you not to do what you did. ::Shredder walks up to me:: "Will not, can not." ::I put my hand in his face:: "Go home, before you get yourself or me in more trouble." :: Shredder leaves:: Okay where was I, oh yes the morning after…
Nancy woke up felling wonderful and refreshed, until she moved that is. Just waking up the only thing she could do was gasp. When she moved it stretched her back reminding her of what happened at the warehouse. Nancy had to lay herself back down and take a few deep breaths before she tried to get up again. She had to move slowly, so the pain wouldn't be as bad. 'Did that only happen yesterday,' Nancy thought to herself. Clutching a sheet to her chest, Nancy made her way to the door and opened it. The clock on the mantle revealed that it was late in the afternoon, so Nancy knew that she had slept for a while. Going to the kitchen, Nancy found Master Splinter making some tea. When he saw Nancy he went to help her sit down.
"Do you need anything?" Master Splinter asked. "Would you like some tea?" Nancy nodded her head, tea sounded good right now. After the tea was poured, Splinter checked on Nancy's back and put on some more ointment. Nancy gripped the table as she did this, but within a few minutes the pain started to lessen.
"What did you put on my back, Master Splinter?" Nancy was grateful that it didn't hurt as bad, but was curious. Master Splinter smiled.
"It's a concoction of herb and some other ingredients that I learned while I grew up in Japan." Nancy nodded and sipped her tea.
"Where are they guys?" It was unusual for them to leave on patrol so early. Master Splinter hid a smile while he sipped his cup of tea.
"They'll be back soon," was all he would say. Nancy went back inside her room trying to figure out what to wear that wouldn't irritate her back. A bra was out of the question, as well as most of her shirts. In the back of the drawer, Nancy found a halter top with only a drawstring on the back. She had forgotten all about it and thought that would work best and not hurt her back. Slowly Nancy slipped it on and left the drawstring tied very loosely. Going out to the living room, Nancy felt very exposed but wanted to get out of her room. She lay on the couch, on her stomach and turned the TV on to see if she could find anything to watch.
The guys came in a few hour later and found Nancy asleep on the couch. Donatello had an armful of electronics and quickly went into his lab, saying he'll see every one later.
"Right," Raphael said. "More like in a few days." Michelangelo went to check on Nancy as Leonardo went to let Master Splinter know that they were back. Raphael was holding a bunch of balloons that Michelangelo handed him as soon as they walked in, which said get well. Raphael went and tied them to the coffee table leg, so they wouldn't float to the ceiling.
The smell of pizza woke Nancy from her slumber and the first thing she saw when she sat up was the balloons. Then Nancy noticed that the guys were standing all around her holding a pizza with her name spelled out in pepperoni. They insisted on helping Nancy to the table, even though she kept telling them she could walk just fine. At the table they turned the chair around, so that she could straddle it and it wouldn't rub on her back. Through out the meal, Nancy noticed that Michelangelo seemed distracted and a little distant to her. When the time came to go out on patrol, Nancy pulled Michelangelo to the side to ask him what was wrong.
"Nothing is wrong Nancy," Michelangelo insisted. "Why are you asking?"
"Well you have seemed distant, all evening and you're being very formal to me right now," which was true. Michelangelo stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, not touching Nancy. "And you're calling me Nancy, instead of Nanc," She finished. Michelangelo flushed, how could he fool her?
"Well, I'm fine, Nanc," Michelangelo forced. "Really. I just have to leave now for patrol. Bye." Then he left. Nancy stood there not knowing what to think. She turned and ran into her room before the tears could escape from her eyes.
'Maybe he doesn't feel about me the way I feel for him. Or maybe, he heard me talking to my mom and thinks that, oh I don't know.' Thoughts flew through Nancy's head trying to figure out the reason why Michelangelo was acting the way he was. Remembering that she saw her book bag in the living room, Nancy grabbed it and put in a cd of hers. As she listen to the music she tried to let the tears fall. Now they just wouldn't come.
I have a smile
stretched from ear to ear
to see you walking down the road
we meet at the lights
I stare for a while
the world around disappears
just you and me
on this island of hope
a breath between us could be miles
let me surround you
my sea to your shore
let me be the calm you seek
oh and every time I'm close to you
there's too much I can't say
and you just walk away
and I forgot
to tell you
I love you
and the night's
too long
and cold here
without you
I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so
oh and every time I'm close to you
there's too much I can't say
and you just walk away
and I forgot
to tell you
I love you
and the night's
too long
and cold here
without you
Nancy curled up on her bed, in a ball and let sleep take her away from the new pain that she was feeling at the moment.
~ This is I love you by Sarah McLachlan, which I don't own. I'm not that original, darn, must work on that. Next part in progress.