Hello my adoring fans!! Sorry about the lateness for this chapter, I kinda forgot what I was going to write about. Anyway...here's your story.
April looked up nervously from washing dishes. The turtles and Garron had been in the basement, training, for over three hours now. She sighed. This was the part she hated most. The tension before a battle, not knowing if all of them would come home safely. A loud noise from the hallway made her jump, almost dropping the dish.
"Ow! Hey, Raph, stop!"
April grinned. She could always count on Michealangelo to make her laugh.
The door opened, and her friends came in. Mikey was walking at a faster pace, trying to get away from Raph. Donatello followed, lost in a world of his own. Leo and Garron brought up the back, talking about some detail of a martial arts move.
"Hey guys!" She called from the kitchen. "The pizza just got here. Want some?"
Mikey looked at her incredulously. "What kind of an idiotic question is that? Of course I want some!"
April laughed and set the pizza box on the table. Raph, Mike and Don crowded around it, while Leo went to get Master Splinter.
April shot a glance at Garron. He was standing alone in a corner, leaning against the wall and looking at the floor. "Garron..." April started. His head shot up in surprise. April motioned to the pizza. "You're welcome to it."
Garron smiled for a second, then looked a bit uncomfortable. "Um, yes, well, thank you, April, but I'm not really very hungry right now."
April frowned, then nodded. Leo never ate before a battle either. But still...there was something strange about Garron that she just couldn't quite put her finger on. He hadn't eaten at breakfast or lunch either.
Master Splinter entered the kitchen with Leo trailing behind him. "My sons," he started, then nodded toward the corner where Garron stood. "Garron." Garron nodded back in response.
"You all have two hours before you have your first...mission. I expect you to rest now. You have worked well and hard in training today. Do something that pleases you." Splinter looked sharply over to Raph. "Raphael. That does not mean you can beat up your brothers."
April grinned at that, trying to pretend she wasn't listening. Raph would take any excuse to get a few hits on Mikey or annoy Leo.
Splinter shut his eyes. "I believe you can all do this. I am going to go meditate now. Come get me when you are about to leave. One last thing: listen to Garron."
Garron stiffened at the sound of his name and became even more interested with the floor.
"He has knowledge that we do not possess," Splinter continued. "Leonardo, if you are unsure of something, consult Garron. I do not think he will steer you wrong."
Leo inclined his head. "Yes, Master Splinter."
Splinter smiled. "Good. I will see you in two hours."
As soon as Splinter was gone, Mikey jumped up from his place at the table. "All right!" he said, "Total freedom!" He caught sight of Garron, who was still interested in the floor. "Hey Son- I mean, Garron, I challenge you to a fight to the finish game of Twisted Metal!"
Garron looked up from the floor and grinned. "You're on." The two raced into the living room. Mikey's voice drifted into the kitchen. "You are SO much more fun than you were when you were a cat!" And then all the video game noises of Twisted Metal.
April giggled. "Mikey can be so silly sometimes."
Raph looked at her. "Sometimes? Try all the time. I'm gonna go...out for a while."
"Be back before..." Leo mumbled, he knew he didn't need to finish the sentence.
Raph stared at him for a moment. "I'll be back before then Leo."
Leo nodded. "I know." Raph left, and Leo looked to April. "I'm gonna go...read a book..." Leo said almost inaudibly, and left the kitchen.
April sighed as she put the last dish away. "Guess it's just you and me Don." Don didn't answer. "Don?"
April turned around. Don was still sitting at the table, but he wasn't paying attention to her. He had his head in his hands and was staring out into space. April sat down in the seat next to him. "Donatello!"
Donnie jumped. "Huh? Oh, sorry April, were you saying something?"
April smiled. "Things getting a little tense in Donatello-land?"
Donnie laughed. "No...I was just thinking."
April raised an eyebrow. "And what else do you ever do Donnie? I didn't know you knew how to do anything but think."
Don looked at her. "Ha ha," he said. "I'm serious."
April opened her mouth, then shut it again. She sighed. "Are you worried about the...uh...mission?"
Donatello sighed too. "No," he said, "I was thinking about Garron."
April blinked. "Really? I didn't know you were that way Don."
Don stared at her. "Hilarious, April. Your jokes are getting worse. I wasn't thinking about him in that way."
April shrugged. "It's a curse."
Don put his head back on his hands. "I trust him, but there's something not right about him. Something he's hiding. He was Mikey's cat for god's sake. I know there's something he doesn't want us to know..."
"I know," April said softly. Donnie's head left his hands. "What?"
"I said I know. I've been noticing things about him too. Like how he never eats. I've never seen him eat anything. He didn't want breakfast, or lunch, and now he doesn't want dinner either. And he won't tell us who sent him to help you. It is very odd." She looked across to Donnie. He looked exaughsted.
"Well," she said, trying to sound cheerful, "I'd better let you do what you want. I'm gonna go check on Mikey and make sure he's not doing anything stupid."
Don had returned to his dream-like thinking state. "Uh huh..."
April ran a hand through her hair. There was something she didn't know about Garron. And she was going to find out what.
A/N: This is the second time I have used Twisted Metal in a fanfiction. I don't know what my obsession is with that game. I know Garron not eating doesn't sound like a big deal now, but trust me, it's there for a reason. Next chapter is the big fighting scene, with a guest appearance! Yay! REVIEW!!!!