May I present to you, chapter two! Just a quick question, which point of view do you guys prefer me to write in? Honestly, it doesn't matter to me at all. I'm just wondering what you guys think would fit better for these oneshots. Thanks! (:

Disclaimer: I totally own four talking turtles, trained in ninjitsu, who were raised by a rat, who live in a sewer, and fight off an evil villain named after a common kitchen utensil. Just kidding, I don't...

Welding

April had just completed her training session with Splinter, a task that the guys did hours before. She walked casually out of the dojo, until the familiar smell of metal burning filled her senses. As if the world read her mind, she spotted Donnie in his lab, welding some sort of automobile.

"What are you doing, Donnie?" April gazed over his shoulder.

"I'm welding the patrol buggies. We used them before they were ready, and they sort of fell apart," he replied sheepishly while adjusting his helmet.

"Oh, and uh, April… Can you stand back a little please? I don't want the sparks to hit you." He lifted up his hand to reveal many small burn scars to prove his point.

"Trust me, it hurts like shell."

"I wouldn't doubt it. When did you burn yourself?" He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled.

"The first time I found this welder at the junkyard. I was so excited that I forgot to put on the gloves and helmet." April laughed on account of his story, but quickly regained her motherly composure.

"Seriously, Don? You're working again, though?" She asked. "Let loose, have some fun!" Donnie laughed, revealing the gap in his smile that she has learned to love.

"This is fun!" He defended. He met her eyes and shyly asked, "Wanna try? It's not that hard."

April's eyes sparkled. It wasn't often that Donnie let others use his stuff. It's not that he didn't like to share, it was more of the fact that most items that he lent to others would end up being returned broken. Seeing that he trusted her enough, made her accept his offer, even if she had no interest in learning how to weld in the first place.

"Sure. Show me how."

Donnie smiled and nervously grabbed her small hands. April never realized how big his hands were. They practically engulfed hers; they were the size of a monster's. They were so gentle, as if he didn't want to break hers. She knew that he would never hurt her. She trusted him, but why couldn't he trust himself?

He wrapped her slender fingers around the welding tools and showed her the button to press to make the heat melt the metal. He slipped off the helmet, which revealed his grimy face. He grabbed the gloves by his side, handed them to her, and then slipped the helmet on her head. It was so heavy that it almost made her topple over at first.

"Careful," he warned. He showed her the basics, and she learned quickly. April scrunched up her nose at an awful smell coming from behind her.

"Ew, Don, go clean up. You smell like gasoline," she said, her voice muffled by the metal protecting her mouth. Donnie blushed and started to say something, but April cut him off. "I can handle this."

April sensed his worry, and added, "I'll be fine, Donnie. Go take a shower or something." Donnie reluctantly nodded and went to the bathroom. Several minutes later, April was doing a satisfactory job. She had welded about six pieces of the patrol buggy together, and she was feeling confident. She took off her gloves because she figured she didn't need them anymore. Not to mention that her hands were getting really sweaty from the coarse fabric.

"The gloves are for beginners, right?" She asked herself. "Donnie took them off when he was showing me, so they must not be that important." She shrugged, and then continued her work for a few more minutes before a scream broke through her lips. Her hand felt like it was on fire! She looked down to see a few small red-hot pieces of metal on her palms. She started crying, the pain was unbearable! Leo and Raph burst into the room, running to her aid.

"My hand, I was welding and I took the gloves off, and the thing burned and the-" Leo cut off her sobbing explanation with a hand over her mouth.

"Raph! Go get Don! Hurry!" He yelled. Raph nodded and bolted into Donnie's lab. "Geeze, dude! What the heck?" Raph panted and pointed to the door.

"April hurt herself with your doohickey! Go help her!" (AN: Woah, that sounded really perverted.) Donnie didn't even put on his mask or bo staff strap. He sprinted into the living room and skidded to a stop. What he saw was heartbreaking. April was on the floor, holding her hand and sobbing. He wanted to comfort her, but this was the time that he needed to go into what his brothers would call, "Doctor Donnie Mode." He scooped her up and carried her bridal style into his rooms. He sat her down on the infirmary bed and rushed to his giant cabinet. Don grabbed different creams and started mixing in the ingredients to make a burn treatment that he knew by memory. April's sobs had reduced to sniffles. Don worked diligently, and before April knew it, he was gently rubbing the cream onto her hands.

"Better?" He asked. April nodded. He gave her a hug and sat next to her. He wound some injury tape over her hands, but looked up at her whilst doing so.

"Okay, April. I'm not mad, but what the heck were you thinking?!" April winced at his clipped tone.

"My hands were getting hot, so I took my gloves off and, well…" Donnie filled in her pause with a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, well I'm sure they got real hot after you took them off." April hung her head.

Donnie sighed. Even while lecturing people, he couldn't stand to make them feel bad. He made a note to self to ask Leo for help on that. "Just… Don't do that again. You about gave me a heart attack."

April smiled and gave him a hug. They sat for a few moments in bliss, neither wanted to break the comfortable silence. April realized that she had to go to bed soon, so she figured she'd better leave soon or face Splinter's wrath. April giggled and poked the purple masked brother on the chest. "So, when can I weld again?" She teased. "Don't test me April. Don't even try."