A/N: WARNING! This chapter contains graphic and sensitive material. If you are a male, you probably just want to skip after Becca gets punched in the arm for the second time, okay? If you are brave, then go for it.
Okay guys, be mature about this chapter, alright? This is my explanation on how and why pregnancy is possible. I haven't heard it before, and my sister thought it was a good way to explain it. So, some medical stuff happens. If you are female you know that 'this stuff' happens once a year at our 'Woman Doctor' appointments anyway. If you are a male, try doing some research before just laughing at this stuff.
That said, I hope you guys like it, and I hope that the lines I'm drawing are clear to you all. There is going to be a lot of Sara and Donnie in this chapter because like I said, their story progress isn't over.
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If she hadn't lived a life of pain before she might have felt sorry for herself. While this pain was deeper than ones she had felt before it was still only pain. Underneath that she kept rage. Deep and hot like the fire she had pulled herself from.
A presence entered her room. Tall and intimidating. The power he exuded always gave him away. "Hello, Hun." She greeted him. The man smirked as she turned her head to look at him in the doorway. "I see you got my message."
"Yeah, I might have killed the messenger."
"I thought you might," she smiled. Even as strong as Hun was, the sight of her distorted face made him cringe.
"So, what do you want?"
"Exactly what my messenger said I wanted. Them."
Hun nodded, walking across her room to the window. The two guards she had in her room tensed up. She waited. He wasn't nearly as patient as she was. "We've both already tried that. Countless times."
"Only a handful of those times did we try it together." The giant of a man wheeled around to face her. "And I happened to know that they have a new weakness. A girl, red headed, but smart like Donatello."
"No, she's blond and likes the orange one."
Karai stopped, tilting her head. This was new. This was perfect. "Then, my dear, I believe that we are both correct." She smiled again. Hun grimaced but Karai could care less. She had his attention now, and he had hers.
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He was pumped. Nothing could get any better. He'd walked Becca to the dojo after breakfast. Now they were warming up, stretching. Becca looked to be in just as good of a mood as he was. She wasn't allowed to really train for at least a week, but she was still allowed to stretch and run. They had bolted the weapon rack to the wall. At least next time, if anyone ran into it, it would hold still even if the weapons fell.
Sara waltzed in, looking ready for the day. She started her warm up with them. Splinter came over. Mikey had been talking to Becca so he wasn't sure what had happened. One moment he and Becca were chatting next he was ran over by Splinter. Something wet and hot hit the back of his neck as Splinter ran over his shell and away from something. He groaned, reached a hand back and found vomit on his hand.
Just barely, he stopped himself from gagging. He pulled off his mask and wiped the offensive substance off his neck. He dropped his mask to the floor. Splinter was shuddering, trying to compose himself. Then Sara's hysterical voice kept saying that she was sorry. Mikey stood up, now safe from his father trampling him again. Becca looked to be in shock, staring at something. Mikey turned and found Sara.
He'd seen his sister pretty messed up after some fights, but this was new. Tears and snot were starting to mix with drool and vomit. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment and probably some anger at herself. She kept saying she was sorry then ran out of the dojo. Turning to his father, Splinter's whole front was covered in puke. Mikey cringed. Splinter held his breath and walked away.
If the smell was making him feel nauseous then he couldn't imagine what Splinter was feeling. Suddenly Becca straightened up and ran out of the dojo, bypassing a concerned looking Leo. From the hall he heard someone else puking followed by cussing. "Damn it," Raph's voice broke as he let lose in the hall.
"What happened? Why is everyone puking?'
"Dude, I have no clue." Mikey held up his hands in defense. Leo looked between him and then Raph in the hallway. "Grab a mop, Mikey, I think we are going to need it." Nodding, worried, and confused, Mikey did as he was told.
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He was quick about it, no time to let this sit idle. Needle in the arm, one and two vials of blood. And the order for a urine sample. To his surprise Sara didn't even argue. Something was up. He couldn't tell what it was without some test so she, for once, indulged him. It could be an airborne bacteria or virus from the sewer. It could be a poison from an enemy's weapon. It could have been a stomach bug… It could have been anything.
Sara laid on the bed in the lab. She threw up two more times but was doing fine. Her temperature was just a little high, but no real signs of fever. Becca had hovered until Donnie pulled out the needles. She was in the kitchen making Sara some peppermint tea now.
His data base was running wild. The programs where installed just like the ones most labs would use. White blood count, iron, potassium, different hormones… everything was ticking away. Something dinged and he turned to face a different set of equipment. Her urine test was already done. Concerned, he rolled his chair over. Eyes darting, brain working, he stopped around the middle of the page. He stuck out his tongue, bit it, then kept on. A handful of lines farther down he stopped again. His eyes grew. Donnie started to pant, trying to stop from passing out.
It was only one test. Just one, it could have been something in the test. Maybe his equipment wasn't completely sterile. Maybe the results were just faulty. The quick test on Sara's blood dinged. He pulled the urine test paper over to it. At first everything was close to matching on the things that had been tested on both. Then he got to the middle again.
Becca came back in, carrying tea. "How's it looking doc?" She joked. Donnie's mouth hung open. His eyes searched the papers again and again. "Donnie? What wrong?" Sara's voice pierced his surprise. He looked at her. Then looked back to the paper. This wasn't right. There was no way. Not unless…
He stopped himself. She'd been with him almost 24/7, there was no way that she could have ever even had the time to do what his mind said she might have. She loved him, she would never do something like that to him. Besides, he would have smelled any other male on her. He looked back down. There had to be something wrong. These couldn't be accurate. How could this have happened?
"You're pregnant." He whispered.
"I'm what?" Sara sat up on her elbow, staring at him. It was news to her as well. "I said," he cleared his throat. "I said that you're pregnant." Sara stared at him. He stared back. Becca stared at both of them. "That's not funny. Now is not the time to try and be Mikey, Donatello." Sara warned him as she narrowed her eyes at him. He stood up numbly and handed her the papers he held. Sara snatched them away.
Her eyes went over them. She'd trained in medical procedures. She'd learned things normal people would never think about knowing. She when her eyes hit the middle of the page, they grew. Donnie watched as she started over, eyes moving back to the top, scanning, searching. She made it to the middle of the page again then continued farther, hitting the next marker in seconds. He watched as confusion marred her face. She looked between one paper then the other. She looked up at him.
Her green eyes reflected confusion and fear. "Donnie?" Her voice was weak. She looked back down at the papers. Tears budded in the corners of her eyes as she looked to him again. "How?"
"Y-you're pregnant? For real?" Becca stuttered into their conversation.
"M-my human chorionic gonadotropin levels are high."
"The pregnant hormone, right? Like estrogen?"
"Yeah, that one too, and some others are.." Sara stopped. She looked into his eyes. "Donnie, how?"
"I don't know." The worry on her face probably matched his. He didn't know how to be a dad. He'd never even thought of it, so they'd never used protection. They were from different species. Even with half of his DNA being human, there still shouldn't have been a way for her to get pregnant.
DNA… blood… his and his brother's blood held mutagen. Sara had even been able to give him a successful blood transfusion because the mutagen had rewired the part that wasn't turtle. He ran back to his table and took one of the smaller cartridges of blood and threw it into a machine that he'd made just to test mutagen levels. It was quick, it tested only for one chemical.
Negative. His mind spun, if it could make sound it would have been humming like a generator. He lowered the tolerance and tried again. "Positive." He whispered as a green light flashed. How in the hell had she gotten mutagen in her body? He rattled off things in his head. They weren't into things like blood bonding or blood play. She hadn't been hurt and gotten his blood on her. He hadn't bled on her in almost a year. The mutagen levels were so low he would usually ignore them. That meant that it had to be something that she'd been exposed to for a long period of time, in small amounts.
His DNA, the way that children are made…
"Sara, take off your pants," Donnie paused. "Becca, go tell Mikey that whatever he does to you, you two are not to have sex!" The out burst was so loud and random that Becca just stared at him. "Go!" He barked. Becca zipped out of the lab, nearly sprinting away from the whole situation. Sara was still looking at him like he'd lost his mind. He grabbed a sheet from a stand before standing beside her. "Take. Off. Your. Pants… Please."
Sara continued to look at him like he'd lost his mind but did as he asked. He reached onto the medical table, found a swab and proceeded to take a sample from between her legs. Dumbfounded, Sara watched as he went back to the mutagen tester. He reset the parameters and cut the end of the swab off, letting it fall into the testing area. The green light dinged. Flashing digital lights told him that the level was high enough to cause low level mutation. Just enough mutation to allow for different species to breed…
He promptly, and a bit belatedly, proceeded to pass out.
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Pregnant. The thoughts that that one word brought had never been a bother to her. Once upon a time, after her assault, she'd made sure that she hadn't been, but never after that. Donnie was laying on the floor and she was trying to pull up her pants while reeling from the idea that she might be pregnant. Her episode earlier today and yesterday of uncontrollable nausea brought everything back in line for her. She stumbled as she worked the leg of her pants back into position. A knock startled her.
"Sara? Can I come in?" Mik's voice was nervous. She gulped. "Hold on." She righted her self, made sure Donnie hadn't cracked his head open, then went to the lab door. She opened it. Mik and Becca were the closest, but everyone else stood slightly behind them. Mik's arms wrapped around her. One of Becca's joined the mix as the blond hugged her from the side.
She stood there dazed as the rest of her family embraced her. They were the only thing keeping her up. Her arms wrapped around Mik finally and she let her weight fall on the female rat. No one squeezed her and she was glad for it. She didn't know what she was going to do with herself. She was a kunoichi now, a ninja in her own right. How was she supposed to do her part in this family if she was pregnant.
How was she supposed to raise a child in the sewers? Living down here had never bothered her. She was able to go above ground anytime she wanted. If her child was half Donatello then she couldn't raise it above ground. Stories that the guys had told her about threats of being dissected made her queasy again. Someone would try to do that to her baby. Before it was even born, it had enemies who would try to kill it.
Slowly her family backed away as she started to cry. Donnie groaned and she whipped around to see him rubbing his head. She stumbled over to him, tears crowding her vision. He sat up and looked at her. The tenderness in his eyes was like a knife to her heart.
Whatever happened, they would do this together. She sank to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, latching onto the top of his carapace with her hands. He held her firmly. She started to sob and he whispered things to her but she was deaf to anything but the comfort she felt around him.
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She watched the whole thing unfold. It was shocking and nerve-wracking, but sweet and amazing. Donnie's comment about no sex had thrown her though. She still wasn't completely sure what she and Mikey were. He hadn't asked her to be his girlfriend and she hadn't thought of it. Seeing Donnie and Sara get the news that they were expecting had been wonderful. Besides them she'd been the first to know.
Mikey was humming a nursery rhyme as they searched through a selection of magazines she'd ran above ground for. "But it's not purple," Mikey complained again. She swatted him on his arm. "Not everything has to be purple. I'm sure you want to see your niece or nephew in something orange too." Mikey didn't have to say anything, the wicked grin was enough to let her know she was right. "Besides, I'm sure we can custom order things to appease his/her parents." Mikey's head was propped on his left arm. His right had been flipping pages until he wrapped it around her. She turned to look at him. Becca knew that look. It was close to his puppy dog eyes but a little different. Giggling, she kissed him.
"That's enough, before you end up pregnant too," Sara growled.
"Damn ninja," Becca cursed as she jumped away from Mikey. At least he was loud. She could hear him coming. Everyone else didn't seem to mind being deathly quiet around her and scaring her out of her mind. Part of her wondered if they thought it was funny. "What's wrong with ninja," Mikey pouted for a moment before become distracted with the magazine again. "Nothing's wrong with ninja, it's just hard living with them and always being jump-scared." Mikey chuckled but gave no other reply.
Sara stood over the top of them. Becca rolled onto her back to look up at the redhead. From this angle she couldn't tell if it was a pout or a frown that Sara wore. "Is that a baby book?"
"No, it's a baby magazine. Mikey and I are picking out things for the baby." Definitely a pout, Becca decided. She watched as Sara shivered, crossed her arms and suddenly looked like she was freezing. "Cold chill?"
"Yeah, I've been getting them since I found out." With a large sigh Sara's pout changed. Becca rolled back over then stood up. Sara was about to ask something that made her really uncomfortable. She and Mikey shared that much. It wasn't that they could read minds or anything, but they could read people. Sara's lean backwards, the way her hands gripped her arms a little tighter, the loss of the frown as she mulled over her thought.
"Becca, um, could you," Sara took a deep breath. "Could you help me do research on prenatal vitamins and stuff."
"Sure, what kind of vitamins did you have in mind? They have lots that you can buy at the store nowadays, I'm surprised you never saw them."
"It's not that I didn't see them, it's just…" Sara didn't finish. Becca smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. Sara didn't need to finish her sentence. It wasn't just Sara who thought that they were invincible. Though, in Sara's case, Becca had to admit that she probably wouldn't have ever thought about it either.
Then she realized that in time, Sara's case might be her case as well. One day it might be her watching as Sara and Donnie picked out things for her and Mikey's child. "Well, you can thank this fancy little magazine right here, there so happens to be a chart for vitamins you should take in the back."
"Really?" Sara's eyes lit up like she'd found gold at the end of a rainbow.
"Yeah, Mikey, go ahead and tear that out for us."
They'd asked Mikey and Leo to tag along. It was getting late, nearly dusk when Sara had finally had enough cross research done to be confident in going to get the vitamins. Becca had picked up on the fact that Sara like to go about things the natural way. More often than reaching for an aspirin, Becca saw her grabbing for powders she kept next to the normal medicine. All of the cross referencing and back tracking and double checking had worn her out. After this Becca would be happy just to cuddle Mikey on the couch.
"We're going to have a family meeting tomorrow to tell everyone else." It was chilly outside but Sara looked like she was dressed for the middle of winter. "But, um, Donnie figured out how it happened." Sara whispered. The guys were on the rooftops, keeping watch. They were out of earshot, surely, but Becca whispered back. "How? I mean, he's half turtle. Isn't there, like, some species line or something?"
Sara chuckled softly. "Yeah, but you're never going to believe the how."
"Then tell me so I can tell you that you're full of shit." Becca joked back.
"His, uh, sperm." Sara blushed. "Like his blood, it contains mutagen. I was um, exposed to it for a long period of time. Add together the fact that, whether I wanted to or not, my body wanted to be pregnant, and this happens." Sara gestured to herself.
"Aren't you happy though? I mean, you never thought it would happen, but it turns out that you two can have a baby."
"Becca," Sara's voice was even softer. "My baby, our baby, will grow up in the sewers. It won't know what it's like to walk in the sunlight or go to school with other kids. It might not even ever get to meet another kid." There was sorrow in her voice. Becca's heart bled for not only Sara, but her baby. Then Becca had a wonderful idea. "Well, you can always give him or her a baby brother or sister." Then as an after thought she added. "Don't turtles usually have like twenty eggs or something like that anyway?"
She might as well have told her that she was pregnant too. The look on Sara's face as she registered what Becca had said was indescribable. Suddenly Sara pulled her to an alley and called up to her fiance. "How many eggs to box turtle lay?" She hissed as soon as a shadow touched the ground next to them. Becca nearly peed herself when she felt Mikey's arms around her. "Warning, fucking warning, remember," she hissed herself. "I said, how many eggs do female box turtles lay, Donatello."
"Oh, full name." Becca and Mikey said in synch. The glare Sara gave them rivaled Leo's. "Th-three t-t-to five?"
"Was that a question?" Sara hissed again. Becca had to give it to her, the sound of her voice was menacing. "No?" Donnie said shyly.
"You're telling me you don't know how many eggs a box turtle lays? Really Donnie?"
"He's right," Mikey saved his brother. Sara looked like she was ready to combust. "Normally we'd be pretty small turtles, and small turtles lay smaller clutches typically." Becca looked back at him. Sometimes she wondered if he just chose when to be a genius. Sara was breathing hard. "Three to five… Three to five…" It was a mantra of breathing and three words. Donnie looked helpless, not sure what to do.
"What about an unltrasound," Becca supplied. Everyone looked at her. In the darkness of the alley it was odd to be able to feel so many eyes on her. The lights around them barely lit the passageway and it was starting to creep her out. "Uh, just my wild shot in the dark here, but uh." Mikey nudged her, nodding. "If turtles lay eggs then you should be able to see how many there are with an ultra sound. You're already having morning sickness so this is your first month, if they were fraternal twins a doctor should be able to see that, right? It might take a little longer but…" The crushing hug from Sara stopped her short.
"My god, woman, you are a genius." Sara praised her. She turned back to Donnie. "And what are you supposed to be again."
"Hey," Donnie grumbled.
"Don't bother, she's female and she's pregnant, she's right a thousand percent of the time now." Becca laughed. Mikey joined her, the humor replacing the tension.
Then Sara turned around and punched her in the shoulder. "Why in the hell did you scare me like that? Twenty? Seriously?"
"Hey, I'm new at this," Becca whined. The punch hurt. Becca pouted until they got in the store. She'd bruise for sure. The 24/7 pharmacy had every sort of vitamin Becca had ever heard of, and more that she hadn't. The prenatal selection was vast but Sara set on the ones with the most natural ingredients. Then suddenly Sara disappeared down an isle. Becca stood lost, holding a basket full of vitamins, looking around her. She walked down a few rows and found Sara loading another hand basket full of condoms. The absurdity of the amount made Becca bust out laughing in an almost deserted pharmacy.
Sara whipped around and glared at her then added a few more packages to the mix. Different brands littered the inside of the basket as Sara picked a couple more. "Seriously, how many do you think you are going to need, you're already pregnant." Becca laughed, trying not to dump her basket as she laughed.
"They're not all for me." The look that Sara leveled on her made her stomach flip. Her laughter dried up and she looked to the basket in Sara's hands in a new light. "Still…" Becca blushed. "There's no way either of us could ever need that many at one time." Sara looked her up and down. The heat in her face grew. "Well, I don't know about you, but I like sex, so, yeah, this will do until I can order in bulk." Becca's jaw unhinged. She and Donnie couldn't really be going at it like that. "And I'm not sure which one's either of us will like, or if some of these will even fit-"
"TMI! TMI!" Becca nearly shouted. Sara chuckled then walked to the front of the store. A young woman at the register started to laugh at the mix of items. "Don't you think it's already a little late, hon?"
"Maybe this time, but I would rather not repeat this." Sara said solemnly.
"We've all got to learn somehow," the lady supplied. Becca couldn't help but to giggle. Sara's look of determination was offsetting to the situation and Becca couldn't help herself. "Stop it, you won't be laughing when Mikey knocks you up." Sara growled.
"Just remind me to borrow a condom." The second punch in the shoulder had been worth it when the lady had cracked up too.
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They couldn't go anywhere without something happening. A few alleys away from the pharmacy Mikey had heard something. He'd pulled Donnie with him to go check it out. Now he tried not to grind his teeth as he stood face to face with Liam once more. The man was already backing away from the downed woman next to Mikey's feet. More likely, Liam was backing away from Mikey. Donnie lifted the woman and set her against a wall. "She has a concussion and signs of struggle. Her shirt is ripped." Mikey already knew what had happened. Here he was, trying to rape another woman.
This piece of shit had once laid hands on his woman. Mikey growled. "Donnie, do you still have that tranquilizer on you?"
"Yeah?"
"Shoot this ass hole with it." At the word shoot Liam tried to run. Mikey snatched him up in an instant. Rage flowing through him he slammed Liam onto the ground. "Mike," Donnie hissed as Liam's head bounced off the pavement. The guy was out cold. "Never mind." Mikey said flatly. Liam's jeans were already unbuttoned so Mikey yanked them down even further. Too bad the dude had tried to run, it would have been easier on him if he'd been tranquilized first. "What are you doing?" Donnie asked, hysterical.
"I'm giving him what he deserves. He's a repeat offender. If the law won't stop him, I will."
Mikey took out a throwing knife. The edges were razor sharp. Never in his life had he ever touched another man's privates, but this was a good reason to start. "He'll never be able to hurt another woman." Mikey gripped the man's balls in his left hand and sliced cleanly with his right. For a moment the man woke up and screamed before passing out again. Blood sprayed everywhere. Mikey dropped the now useless pieces of flesh as blood coated his hand. He was disgusted not by the sight or act of castrating another male, but by the thought that this man had been forcing women for a while and had only now been taken care of for good. "Oh god, oh god," Donnie hyperventilated. "I-I, seriously?" Donnie shouted in a whisper. Mikey pulled out a piece of cloth and wiped down the knife and his hands.
Blood was draining from the guy pretty fast. The open flesh was spewing the stuff everywhere. If he died from blood loss then so be it. "Let's move her down a couple of alley's. She doesn't need to be suspected for this." Grimly Mikey lifted the girl once his hands were clean and jogged through the alleys with Donnie sputtering behind him. It took a block and a half before Donnie could form a sentence. "Mikey, why in the hell did you do that?"
Mikey laid down the girl and dialed 911, leaving a description of her being banged up and a guy walking away. Once he was off the phone he went back to the rooftops before answering Donnie. "He was the guy who tried to rape Becca." Understanding cleared some of the concern on Donnie's face. "If it had been Sara, you would have done the same." Donnie frowned but nodded. It didn't matter if Donnie or anyone else approved, Mikey knew it had to be done.
Liam hadn't been satisfied with just one. He'd attacked another, which meant that he'd probably been doing it for some time. It was a part of the job that Mikey hated. They could beat them till they almost died, but they couldn't do anything else. Honor and such kept them from taking lives unwarranted. Liam had no honor. He had to respect either. He was one of the ones that Mikey secretly loathed to watch live in this world.
The darkness was gathering around him. The thoughts that he tried to forget were pressing on him. Then his light appeared. Coming out of the store with bags on her arms, laughing and teasing. From his perch he watched until she and Sara walked into the alley. "Tell Leo, tell Splinter, but don't say anything to Becca." It was a plea and a warning at the same time. Donnie studied him for a moment. "I'm not telling anyone, just don't do it again." Donnie mirrored his plea and Mikey understood the warning.
