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Disclaimer:…I do not own SpongeBob SquarePants in any of its forms, shapes, or sizes. All though I would love a pair of those nifty pants! ……………Realizes what she said has nothing to do with the actual story…ah well, better luck next time…

Chapter Nineteen

…(Just Kidding! )

Chapter Six (I've always wanted to do that!)

Owen stepped into the room, the tapping getting louder as he did.

He looked around the rather large, spacious room in search of that tapping, quickly finding its source.

Donatello was hammering something.

He watched the turtle's shell as he worked, his curiosity growing at the thought of what the turtle was up to. He remembered one of the other turtles saying that Donatello was the "brains" of the group, and now seemed that the accusation was true for his lab doubled as proof. Trinkets of metal, screws, random parts, and various tools were spewed around the messy room. However, there was order amongst the mess; a pile of motors there, a blob of wires here.

From experience with his own fondness of science and such, it made it obvious to him that this turtle was truly gifted.

His eyes fell back to the shell that faced him. Donatello still had neglected to turn around, and was still delicately hampering away at whatever he was doing. The warmth in Owen's palm then drew his attention back to the task at hand (no pun intended) and so, with the dignity of one scientist to another, he strode over the workbench, but stopped short at the incredible sight before him. He could see Don's hands now, and that made everything just that much more remarkable.

Donatello, not at all oblivious to the person standing behind him, continued to work as usual. He had one more little piece of wiring that needed connecting before he would even consider turning away. Meanwhile, Owen marveled at the delicate work this turtle was capable of as he connected one piece of wiring from one circuit board to another. Light tapping came from the tiny hammer Donatello used for the job, the handle of the small tool looking minuscule compared to the turtle's giant fingers. His greatest surprise was not in the fact that the turtle could do these kinds of things; Donatello was his student, after all, and Owen had realized quite early on that this turtle exhibited a moderately a powerful mind. No. It was in the fact that he was even able to perform and do such delicate work, his giant two fingered hands being monsters compared to the infinitesimal board and to the little tools needed for the job. However, Donatello performed the tasks of putting the boards together with a practiced ease and precision that even had the vampire jealous of the turtle's obvious talent. Finally, the tapping stopped and Don sat up, rubbing the exposed bottom half of his face as he did. Owen waited for Don to turn around before addressing the turtle, but when Don finally did, Owen found that he could not get out a word.

All of his former deference for the turtle before broke as he almost fell over in laughter. He managed to contain himself and stayed standing, but he did laugh once before covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

The turtle eyed the older vampire in puzzlement as the face before him went from stern to humored to absolutely red before his very eyes. When he finally did manage to sober up, he was barely able to contain his smile as he finally addressed the turtle for the first time.

"Nice goggles."

His voice was even and somber but that soon broke as Don raised an eye ridge, his eyes going bigger than ever before. This time Owen couldn't help himself as laughed once more. Meanwhile, Don just watched the older vampire weirdly before blinking as the realization finally came as to what was actually going on.

It was the goggles…

The goggles he wore now were not normal goggles, but magnified goggles. It was so that Donny could see the very small components of the circuit boards and do the tiny work needed for them. However, the goggles also caused for the turtle's eyes to be absolutely huge!

He must have looked extremely ridiculous, if his look alone could cause the usually somber and serous vampire to pop a stitch with one glance in his direction. Now that vampire stood there, a hand over his mouth, his face bordering on bright red as he watched Donatello. His eyes danced with a humor and a light that Don had never seen in the vampire's eyes before.

Nevertheless, Don rolled his own.

"You're weird." He stated simply before taking off the source of Owen's hilarity. However, he couldn't help but smile as well. It was kind of relieving in a way. The old vampire wasn't as stiff and as…dry…as he once thought. Breakfast was enough proof of that, as well as a few moments ago. It was reassuring. Besides, Owen had been human once upon a time, even if he wasn't now, it still made interactions with him that much easier. He would have to admit, now that the vampire had moved into their house, he saw the guy in a light he would have never thought possible.

His smile widened. A deep friendship could grow from that light…

Owen quickly sobered as Don removed the goggles, but the small smile still remained on his face at the memory.

'You're being silly.'

His mind scolded him has if he was a child, but he ignored it as an adult.

It was weird.

To the outside world, he was just a child, no more that nineteen, but on the inside he had seen generations and generations pass by as a grown adult at heart.

Sometimes, it made him think…

However, this time, he didn't get to dwell on the thought for long for soon his palms called his attention back to the blood packs in his hands. They were cooling now.

And blood was just horrific when cold.

"Here." He placed the turtle's blood pack on the counter before taking his own and sitting himself next to the turtle on the bench. There was just enough room for him to put up a leg as well as he turned, eyeing the incomplete piece of machinery Donatello had been working on. He ripped open the blood packet with his teeth, and watched Donny do likewise. It was then and only then did Owen inquire on what he had been wanting to know for the past five minutes.

"What is this?" He asked in between sips of the cool blood in his hand. He frowned at the taste. He had waited too long, but it didn't matter now, did it?

At Owen's question Donatello looked up from his own packet of blood, his interest peaking at the mere fact that Owen had even been interested enough to ask, which was way more than his bothers ever done. They would usually just dismiss Donny's inventions as just that, Donny's inventions. No questions, no comments, it was what Donny did, and that was all. Therefore, he mostly just ended up working alone, dismissed from the society that was his brothers. Sometimes, Centrice would try to grasp the concepts as well, but whenever that happened, she would soon get bored, but would be too polite to tell him. Nevertheless, he would usually catch the boredom on her face and body language as he spoke on and on about one aspect of science or another. When it got too much and it seemed as though Centrice couldn't handle anymore, he usually stopped himself and dismissed her, giving her one excuse or the other as to why she should just go to bed or do something that interests her, like her reading or something.

However, as he watched Owen, he could tell that this guy was just as intrigued as he would have been, looking into the various part of the small apparatus that was currently deemed his project.

Don smiled, beaming at the new opportunity to explain his work.

'Finally, some one who cares!'

"This is a project that I completed years ago, but I'm reconfiguring now. It's a telecommunications device we use to use when we were younger, otherwise known as the 'Turtle-com.'" Don smiled at the memory while Owen couldn't help but smile as well.

'Clever.'

On the outside, though he now moved to pick up the opened devise, but only after watching Donatello for permission. With Don's nod, Owen did pick it up and proceeded to studied it. Circuit boards as well as a vast amount of screws and such inhabited the inside, causing for the entire thing to shine with all of the silver within.

Impressive, very impressive.

Meanwhile, Donatello watched in anticipation as Owen examined his work. He felt…giddy…all of a sudden. He had never had anyone look over his projects before, and it excited him all the more. He watched Owen as he turned the apparatus in his hands, looking into the crevices that made up the inside.

"What does the top look like?" He asked suddenly, his eyes still on the inside of the machine. Quickly, Don then pointed to the plastic that sat next to Owen's right hand, and with that Owen picked it up. This time, he grinned.

'A turtle shell! How extremely clever!'

Slowly, he placed the top on, just to see what it looked like on the outside and grinned wider as a result. Most of the plastic was a 'shelly' yellow, while the shell that made up the microphone part of the device was a nice shade of 'turtle' green. The top piece and bottom piece fit together perfectly as well.

It would have been an understatement if he said he was just impressed. This kind of creativity could only be crafted by a genius. And to think, Donatello crafted this entire thing from scratch, and Donatello was only a child when he first made it…

Meanwhile, Don watched him, and smiled as Owen finally grinned, turning to the turtle as he did. He liked it. That much was obvious. But it was not until Owen actually voiced his praises did it send him reeling as well.

"This is very impressive, Donatello. Very impressive."

Donatello beamed while Owen continued.

"But I am curious. You said that you were reconfiguring it now. What exactly are your plans, what do you wish to add?" At the inquiries Donny shrugged, his plans were noting major, but he voiced them anyways.

"Well, I was planning on making a tracking device for each of the "turtle-coms", in that a signal would be given off from each one individually only to be tracked by the others. The hard part is in trying to make each turtle-com receptive to the others, and vise versa, giving each person holding the turtle-com the ability to track the others down as well." Owen nodded as his eyebrows rose in understanding. That was a lot of work, screens would have to be added to each individual device plus the additions needed to activate the tracking ability, but he knew that Donatello was the turtle for the job.

"Well," He stated, delicately placing the mechanical work of art down onto the desk as he did, "I wish you the best of luck on your project." He stood then, suddenly remembering that he could not stay. He had a list of things to do today. However, at Owen sudden movements Donatello turned to him.

"Where are you going?" He asked just as Owen began to walk away, the empty packet in hand. However, at Don's inquiry, he stopped and turned back to look the turtle in the eye.

"I have a few things to take care of today." He stated simply before turning back around. At the statement the turtle thought for a moment before nodding in dismissal. Don was just on the verge of dejectedly going back to his work when Owen's voice sounded out once again.

"You wouldn't happen to know…any good…clothing stores, would you?"

Don nearly laughed out loud. How funny it sounded for that sentence to come from the lips of the vampire, but they did. He turned now, watching Owen's solemn but thoughtful face while thinking over the question. He, personally, didn't know anyplace good. Since they were…well, turtles…usually they didn't have to worry about clothing.

But when they did, there was one person, er turtle, that always took care of it.

Donatello grinned.

"Ask Mikey."

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(A/N: Hey!….I just realized I never have April in my fics!…Well, personally, I kind of don't like her, and I guess it shows in my writing. Oh well…)

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Lol, well. It was short, but sweet and too the point. But with all of these "just life" chapters I'm getting a little anxious for some action!…More comin' soon! R and R.