~ All right, are you ready to rumbbbbbllllleeeee. Oh sorry got carried away right there. I was at church today and I never thought it could be so inspiring for fanfiction. Don't worry I'm not going to come out with any holier than thou stuff but whew! My brain is going.
The next few weeks, Michelangelo tried staying away from Nancy, only so she wouldn't get too attached to him. It hurt her greatly, he could see it every time he saw her. It hurt him too. He returned from patrol, with Leonardo and Raphael and fell into bed. Donatello has been working in his lab, since they had brought Nancy back home.
A figure moved in the darkness. Michelangelo sat up looking around and saw nothing. Sighing he laid back down, then jumped as something jumped on him and slammed his arms back.
"Ow," Michelangelo cried.
"Sh, don't talk, Mikey." It was Nancy who was there. "Well actually you're going to talk, that's why I'm here." Michelangelo tried to get up but Nancy used her body weight to push him back down, surprising him. He could easily push Nancy off but he didn't want to hurt her.
"Fine," Michelangelo gave in. "Let's talk."
"Good," Nancy said. "First I want to know why you've been giving me the cold shoulder treatment and then the oh, you're a nice friend treatment." Michelangelo sighed but decided this might be better this way.
"We're trying to find a way to get you home," Michelangelo said. "That's to your world. I haven't changed in the way I feel about you and I know you haven't either, because every time it looks like I've made you cry with the way I'm acting to you it tears me up inside. I'm distancing myself from you, so that way it won't hurt you as much to part from us, from me when you go back home." Nancy didn't know what to say. She let go of Michelangelo's arm and he sat up. Nancy's back was pretty much healed, now just the scars left a reminder of what happened to her.
"I'm sorry Mikey," Nancy said. "But I had to know." Michelangelo nodded. "But I don't think that I could stand this distance between us any longer. How do you feel about me?" Nancy waited for Michelangelo to answer. He looked up at her, pulled her close so that their faces were only inches apart.
"I love you, Nancy," was all he could say. Nancy leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Their kiss was soft and sweet. When they broke, Nancy stood up and Michelangelo saw that all Nancy had on was a sheet wrapped around her.
"I want to stay the night with you, in here, in your bed." Nancy said. Michelangelo couldn't speak. Nancy let the sheet fall. Michelangelo took Nancy back into his arms and lay her down softly in his bed.
"Are you sure you want this?" Michelangelo asked.
"Never been surer," Nancy replied and gave herself to him that night.