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Someone to Lean On
Donatello paced back and forth within his room, feeling quite exasperated at the moment. He brought a green hand to his head, shaking it in frustration. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he slid to the ground, his shell leaning against the wall.
"Why does everything always have to be so difficult all the time? No one understands!" shouted Donnie. He reached behind his head and untied his purple mask. Placing it on the ground beside him, he rubbed his eyes.
"What am I going to do? None of them will even take the time to listen. If they would just let me explain for once, then maybe — " Don trailed off, internally broken. "They always put you down, make fun of you, call you worthless."
The typically quiet turtle abruptly stood, once more pacing around his room. He reached for an unfinished project on his desk, absentmindedly thinking about the pressing situation at hand. Someone important in his life was in need.
"It's just not fair!" he yelled in an uncharacteristic display of anger. "Oh, no, don't even try to defend them! You know they're wrong, I know they're wrong, and they know they're wrong."
Donatello re-thought that last statement. "Okay, okay. So maybe they don't think they're wrong, but we'll have to change that."
The brilliant turtle sat on his bed and lay back, taking a good look at his ceiling. "What should we do?"
"You're right. I shouldn't take this lying down." Donatello rose and moved for the door, but stopped.
"Okay, what exactly is the plan?"
"Well, Master Splinter always told you and me, 'A good sword is the one left in its scabbard.' We never want to really hurt someone, just protect ourselves and the others when necessary."
Donny shook his head and smiled. "But then again, you're always the one taking the hits for me. You've probably saved my life dozens of times."
"Oh, come now. Don't be so modest. We've had our fair share of times when we've knocked the others flat on their shells."
Donatello's eyes lit up and he leaned against the wall next to his companion of fifteen years. "We've always made a great team, huh? Just because we had a bad workout this morning, doesn't mean we're any less of warriors than the others. Sure, maybe you're not as sharp, but you get the job done just fine."
The peaceful ninja knelt to the ground to retrieve his bandana and retied it around his head.
"You're the best. I don't really know where I'd be without you," whispered Donatello. "I don't deserve you."
A tear made its way down Don's face, and he gently wiped it away. He reached to help his companion up.
Donatello stared at his sturdy friend in his hands and reassuringly gripped his faithful bo staff. "I know I'll always have you to lean on."
And with that, he strode out of his room and back to the dojo. Donatello was ready for a rematch against his brothers; they'd learn that a bo was not something to take lightly.
A/N: My first TMNT fanfic.