A/N: I don't know if anyone else has noticed this in the current cartoon series but I have personally discovered Donatello to be the biggest flirt of all of them. He's flirted with April (REALLY badly), one of the aliens in "People's Choice", and I know there's at least one more whose name I can't think of at this current second. So I know I've made him rather bold with Elara but he's not entirely too bold. Don't worry. I would also like to say I do agree that I made Callista a little "abrupt" and that will be explained next chapter, I promise you. She's not normally like that.

Chapter 7
"Lists"

"Donatello!" yelled Michelangelo sweetly.

Donatello groaned. Every time Michelangelo used his full name, it usually meant one thing, could you fix something that I broke but won't admit to breaking. He put his elbows on the table, allowing his head to fall into his hands. He always had to fix everything that his brothers, Michelangelo and Raphael in particular.

"What Mikey?" asked Donatello in a frustrated voice.

"The DVD player mysteriously broke!" complained Mikey.

"And how did that happen?" asked Don in a frustrated voice, knowing what exactly was going to be said to him but not facing him.

"I don't know, I guess you didn't fix it as well as you thought from the last time," said Mikey.

Donatello mouthed the words as Michelangelo said his words. He growled. He didn't want to be the ones who fixed everything all the time but who else would fix everything?

"I'll fix it, Michelangelo. Give your brother a break," said a feminine voice.

Both brothers' heads turned to the source of the voice. They saw Elara walking towards Michelangelo and taking the DVD player from him. Her eyes were filled with kindness.

"Your brother's fixed this thing three times last week, let me do it. Besides, you've given him enough to fix this week," she said as she brought the DVD player to the table and began to reach for Don's tool box.

Both brothers watched Elara with near amazement before exchanging looks of surprise.

"Umm…Thanks, Elara," said Michelangelo as he gave a look of she likes you to Donatello.

Donatello looked at Michelangelo returning the look as if saying yeah right. He watched as Michelangelo walked out of his lab, not entirely sure what to think of the situation. He looked over at Elara who was taking the DVD player apart. His mind raced as he watched Elara work.

Her slender fingers worked the screwdriver, removing the screws with the speed of a pro. Her arms stayed close to her body. Whenever she reached across the table to switch tools, he noticed how truly petite she was.

He walked over to the work bench and placed a hand over hers. He watched at she turned her head, allowing their eyes to meet. His chocolate brown eyes met her grey eyes. I've never realized just how beautiful her eyes were, Donatello thought. He cleared his throat abruptly.

"I'll fix it," Donatello offered.

"I don't mind, Donatello. Don't worry," said Elara as she continued to smile at him.

Donatello smiled back before stepping away. I can't believe how beautiful and smart she is, he thought to himself. He continued to smile as he watched her go back to fixing the DVD player with expert hands.

He walked over to his computer desk, moved his keyboard, and took out a piece of paper. His hand seemed to go to a pen before his hands lost control of his left hand. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself writing a list of everything that he wanted in a mate. Intelligent, kind, skillful with tools, knowledgeable about electronics, able to speak and actually sound like she knows what she's talking about...he looked over to the female standing in his presents. She's everything I want and more, thought Donatello. There was so much for them to talk about, everything from Einstein's theories that were never published right down to her past. Donatello was starting to believe that they would never ever run out of things to talk about.

Elara reconnected the loose wire that was loosened mysteriously. She reached for a light glue which would keep the connection in place unless someone physically went inside the DVD player and force it to disconnect. With ease, she placed the whole thing back together. She shivered spontaneously. Slowly, she turned, only to meet Donatello's eyes.

Donatello blushed before turning back to his computer desk before taking another piece of paper. I cannot believe how caught up in her I am, thought Donatello as he cursed himself. Of all the things Master Splinter and books had taught him, he had learned nothing had ever prepared him to tell a girl his feelings. He had let April and Callista slip through his fingers and he didn't want to let another girl who had the qualities of April that he loved slip by him.

Elara smiled, trying not to let herself laugh at Donatello's embarrassment. Her eyes still stayed on Donatello as he wrote something. She let her eyes wander his body although his carapace was to her. Something about him made her feel safe just being near him.

She started at his head where the brain of a scientist resided. Her eyes continued their journey to his strong neck and shoulders that had been very well toned from years of ninja training, something that she kind of liked. His carapace was filled with crisscrossing scrapes from most likely countless battles with the one he and his brothers fought. Continuing down, she then saw his powerful thighs also toned from the years of ninja practice.

He's more amazing than I thought, thought Elara to herself, continuing to size him up. Suddenly, she realized Donatello was now looking at her. She turned around quickly, hiding her blushing face. Get a hold of yourself, Elara, she thought to herself as she tried to control her blushing.

Don turned back to his work blushing as well. He looked down at what he was writing, his to do list. He smiled. He may have been a flirt in the past but he had never gotten the girl. This time, he was determined, especially after the way they were sizing each other up. Being the flirty one but being too shy to ask her to be his love forever, he knew he'd need some advice. His left hand picked up the pen once again as he added one last thing, get the girl.