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-This is a HUMAN AU

This means that everyone in this chapter are human (the way I imagine them to be human). BEFORE YOU READ, is this how you would have imagined Jasper to be as a human?
If not, please review and let me know! I love hearing what people think the guys would look like human, since it's such a diverse subject :P

Oneshot – Uncle Moments/Human AU

-Jasper is about 3-6.
Raph's POV

It was silent except for the TV, which was playin' the movie Doofus – Mikey – had chosen for movie night, which happened every two to three weeks. I looked over to the said doofus. His bright baby blue eyes were fixated on the television, as if zombified by it, and his blonde hair was hidden by a bright orange beanie. He wore a yellow shirt and jeans.

Donnie sat next to him with his 'I-have-something-more-important-and-more-productive-to-be-doing-right-now!' look on his face. His coffee brown eyes were on the TV though obviously his mind was elsewhere completely. His coffee brown hair rested against his forehead, slightly curled and he wore his purple rim glasses. His white shirt was partly hidden by a black and purple jacket and his legs were covered in dark blue jeans. He used his forefinger to slide his glasses further up his nose. The action seemed to be unconscious, something he was too accustomed to doing.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked away. I was so bored. How could people do this? Sit around, doin' nothing?

I sighed and looked over to Jasper. Leo had needed to do an extra shift at work – his water bill was terrible, since there'd been a problem with the pluming in his house – so the little guy was staying over at my house for tonight. His blue eyes – which resembled his father's, Leo's, so much that sometimes it kinda freaked me out – were watching the TV with little interest and his small fingers held his strawberry jam toast to his mouth and he slowly nibbled on it, never removing the said toast from his mouth.

*flashback from earlier that night*

Jasper laughed, "Daddy never uses the toaster. He says toasters hate him."

"Really?" I turned to stare at him, "He's still goin' on 'bout dat?"

"Mhm." Jasper confirmed, giggling.

I smirked at the memory. One of Jasper's hands moved from the toast and brushed at his brown hair. He wore a blue shirt with a turtle on the front and a pair of pyjama pants which looked the same, only with more turtles of smaller size and the blue was darker.

I looked over at the clock. There was still half an hour of the movie. I huffed and slumped into my seat. My black – technically charcoal brown, really – hair fell into my view. There were a few strands that were dyed red – I'd dyed them in high school which Dad (Splinter) had practically killed me for – which sort of matched my red shirt, I guess. I wore black jeans that had tears on the knee caps and a chain hangin' out of one of the pockets.

*Later*

"See yous later!" Mikey chirped happily, skipping out of the door.

"Bye, Raph." Donnie said, bending down and giving Jasper a small hug, "See ya, Jazz."
"Bye-bye, Uncle Donnie." Jasper smiled.

I shut the door as soon as they were out of view and turned to Jasper. He looked up at me with Leo's eyes and smiled wider. 'Freaky.' I thought, 'Absolutely freaky.'

"Um, so…" I said, uncertain.

"So?" Jasper asked, still staring.

"Uh… Yeh should probably… Sleep now…" I told him.

He slumped slightly – disappointed – but nodded, "O-Okay."

"Erm," I hesitated, "U-Unless y-yeh want teh stay up a bit longah?"

Jasper's eyes brightened and he nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! Er, I mean, yes please, Uncle Waphie."

I rolled my eyes at the name and asked, "So, what yeh want ter do?"

"Um…" Jasper thought for a moment before replying excitedly, "I wanna draw!"

"D-Draw?" I questioned, "W-Well, okay then…"

I walked to the study room my place had and brought out an A3 piece of paper and the pencil case. I placed the items on the desk, "There you are."

"Th'wunk you, Uncle Raphie." Jasper smiled, scrambling up onto the desk chair and pulling the pencils out of the pencil case.

I sighed and headed to the other side of the room, booting up the computer so that I could finish my resume. Later into the night, Jasper yelled happily, saying he'd finished. I swivelled my desk chair around and headed over to see what he'd drawn.

"It's all us. That one G'wandad, that one Daddy, that one you, an' that one Uncle Pony [Donnie], and that one is Uncle Mi'ley." Jasper explained excitedly.

"How come Uncle Mikey's face covers, like, half the page?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"'Cos everyone says he has a big head." Jasper shrugged.

I laughed and nodded, "Fair enough." I glanced at the clock and grimaced, "Okay, yer need to go to bed now, or ya dad is gonna kill me in deh morning."

"Oh'lay." Jasper said, sliding off of the chair.

'He really needs tah work on his pronunciation of 'k',' I thought as the two of us walked towards the guest room. Jasper clambered onto the blue-covered bed before staring at me expectantly.

"Uh… Wot?" I asked, uncomfortable.

"Aren't you going to tell me a bed'wime story? Daddy oh'ways tells me a bed'wime story." Jasper said.

I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Leo telling a bedtime story to a little kid.

"Y-you don't need to, though, I mean, h-he doesn't oh'ways tell me a bed'wime story, j-just sometimes," Jasper stuttered and I realised that he was mistaking the reason for my smirk.

"Hey, hey, 'corse I'm gonna tell yeh a bedtime story." I said, sitting next to him, "Er, so, what story do you, uh…"

"Where'd you get that from?" Jasper questioned, pointing to one of the scars that were on my arm; it was a bite mark that I'd gotten many years ago.

"Um, well… Once, when me and yer dad and yer uncles were all little – littler than you are now, I think – yer grandad was taking us for a walk and yer dad was very silly. He ran off from yer grandad and so I ran after him. Splint'ah wasn't too happy 'bout dat. So, uh, yer dad ran inta this big, mean dog. The dog didn't like yer dad fer that, and tried ta bite 'im but I put my arm up. Kinda silly, really. Should'a just pushed 'im outta the way or somethin'." I told him.

"So, you got that from p'wotectin' my daddy?" Jasper asked.

I nodded hesitantly, "Uh, yeah, I guess."

"So… That means that your my guardian angel's guardian angel, then." Jasper concluded.

"Huh?" I raised my eye brows. 'Guardian angels?'

"Well, God c'weated guardian angels to prot'wect people and my daddy is my guardian angel but I guess even he needs saving some times, huh?" Jasper replied.

"Uh, yeah." I said hesitantly, reluctantly asking, not wanting to discourage the kid, "You believe in God?"

"Mhm. I mean, there no way dat someone like you and Daddy and Grandad and Uncle Mi'ley and Uncle Pony [that's how he pronounces Uncle Donnie sometimes] coul' have been made by acci'went. Someone weally powerful would have needed ta make yous into being." Jasper explained.

I could feel my cheeks burning up, "I ain't that special, Jasper."

"Yes you a'we. Daddy always says you a'we." Jasper argued.

"H-He does?" I asked, turning to look at the kid, surprised.

"Yeah! Daddy says you can be very anno'wing, though, cuz you o'ways saying stupid stuff but he still loves you very much. Oh! And he always says 'but don't tell him I sai-,', oops…" Jasper's cheeks burned.

I chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair, "It's a'ight, I won't tell 'im yeh told me."

"Phew! Thank you, Uncle Raphie."

"Anytime." I hesitated and bent down, kissing his forehead, "G'night, Kiddo."

"Night-night, Uncle Waphie!" Jasper giggled, snuggling into the covers.

I walked to the door, switched off the light, and kept the door ajar behind me, before heading to my own bed, exhausted.

-Jasper is about 4-6 (a young child).
Mikey's POV

I knocked on Leo's front door excitedly.

"Hurry, Jasper, he's at the door." Leo's blurred voice said.

"I'm hurrying." Jasper told him.

I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile at the formal-like voice Jasper would always use when talking to Leo. The door opened, revealing Leo and Jasper. Leo's brown hair was already brushed and his blue eyes alert, as always. He wore a black shirt and a blue hoodie and a pair of jeans. Jasper was at Leo's feet, wearing a light blue polo shirt and jeans, with an orange backpack. He looked up to me and smiled brightly.

"Hi Uncle Mikey!" He said cheerily.

"Hey Jazz," I bent down and picked the small boy up, spinning in a circle, "Aren't you as cute as ever?"

Jasper giggled and nuzzled into my neck. I stopped spinning and Jasper leant back, laughing.

"So I'll bring him back sometime tomorrow?" I inquired.

Leo nodded and placed his hand on top of his son's head, "Bye, Jasper. Be good, okay?"

Jasper nodded and giggled, "Always, always, always."

Leo laughed, too, "I'll see you two tomorrow, then."

"See ya, bro." I replied, waving slightly before heading down stairs and heading onto a fire escape.

Jasper gasped, "Uncle Mikey! Daddy says we're not allowed to do the roof-jumping unless it's an emer-gem-street!"

"Oh, c'mon, lil' dude, it's gonna be fine. You're gonna be at mine this weekend, which means you'll be living by my rules." I told him, ruffling the slightly curly brown hair on his head.

"Daddy's not gonna like it." Jasper said in a higher pitched voice.

I only laughed. We arrived at the roof and the wind whipped at my blonde hair viciously.

"Ready?" I asked.

Jasper sighed and continued to speak in his higher-pitched, 'you're-going-to-be-in-trouble' voice, "Alriiight."

I laughed and began to run over the rooftops. I wondered how nobody else had come up with the idea and if I'd get in trouble if I was caught. We generally only used this mode of transport at night, when people were less likely to see us. 'Oh well.' Jasper giggled and clutched my shirt with one hand while reaching the other one out into the air. I laughed and put my hands on him so that he wouldn't fall off as I did a backflip over the gap of two buildings.

"WOW!" Jasper yelled out, his blue eyes wide.

I laughed and did a front flip over the next gap, and then a side flip.

"That's so cool!" Jasper exclaimed.

I smiled before slowing down. We were near my house now; the lack of traffic (and the feeling of freedom) made this my favourite type of way to get around New York. I stopped by my rooftop and entered through a window to the room Jasper slept in when he was over. I let Jasper down and he jumped excitedly.

"That was so cool! I didn't know you could do that! How come you never showed me that before? It was so fun!" Jasper blabbered, going on and on.

I laughed and took the orange backpack from his shoulders and placed it on his bed. Jasper had finished talking and followed me, scrambling up onto the sheets.

"What are we going ta do now?" Jasper asked, standing up on his mattress.

"'Ta'? I repeated, laughing, "You been hanging around Uncle Raphie too much. You're catching onto his accent."

Jasper giggled and shrugged, "Well I like Uncle Raphie's accent."

I laughed and nodded, "He's got a pretty awesome accent, don't he?"

Jasper giggled, picking up on the fact I was using a Brooklyn accent resembling Raph's.

Jasper quietened and looked down towards his lap, "I don't think Uncle Raphie likes his accent very much, though."

"Yeah, well…" My voice trailed off. 'Uncle Raph doesn't like to be different, Jasper.'

Jasper shrugged, "I'm not sure why, though. All my friends said they like his accent, too. I wish more people had it, like how everyone used to. One of my teachers said 'it's a dying breed'. I'm not sure what that means, though. They said it about blue eyes, too."

I laid down beside where he stood on the mattress and he looked down at me, curious, wanting an explanation. It reminded me of the way Donnie would look back in high school – and even now, sometimes, when he asked a question – when he was waiting for a teacher to answer. 'You've been hanging around Donnie, too, haven't you?'

"'Dying breed' means something that's becoming rare." I told him, wrapping my arms around him and forcing him under my body.

He squealed and laughed, struggling against my mega grip. I laughed; he was so adorable!

-Jasper is about 5-10 (a child).
Donnie's POV

"DOOONNIE!"

I jumped which caused the papers on my desk to fall and float down towards my carpeted ground.

"UNCLE DONNIE!" Jasper's voice screeched.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I told him.

I stood from my desk and hurried into the lounge room. Jasper was crouched over near the – broken – glass coffee table, sniffling and holding his stomach. My heart jumped in my chest. I walked over cautiously, being careful of the glass littering the ground, placing my hands on the small boy's shoulders.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked, cupping the side of his face with my hand.

He sniffed and brought one hand up from his stomach, showing blood. I breathed in sharply and looked into his glassy blue eyes.

"What happened?"

Jasper looked down at his lap and mumbled miserably, "I-I tripped over my sh-shoe laces a-an-and…" He pointed to the glass on the ground, "I-I tri-tried to s-stop, I really did, a-and I-I didn't mean to-,"
"Sh, sh," I wrapped my arms around him softly, "It's okay, Jasper."
I pulled back from the hug and looked into his eyes, "I need to bandage you up, okay?"

He nodded and leaned against my chest. I carefully placed one arm under the back of his knees and put my other arm across his back and stood up slowly, carrying him to the infirmary. I placed him on the bed, wincing when he did, and retrieved the first aid kit.

I frowned at his shirt which was in my way of examining and treating the wound. I pulled out a pair of scissors. Seeing the fear on Jasper's face, I explained.

"I can't help you when you're shirt is in the way."

"Oh," Jasper avoided my gaze, "R-Right."

I carefully placed the scissors over the cloth and began cutting, until the shirt became nothing but bloodied rags.

"U-Uncle Don?" Jasper asked hesitantly.

I placed the pieces of material in the bin before turning to him, "Yeah, Jasper?"

"I-Is Dad going to be mad at me?" He whispered, rubbing his arm across his nose.

"Mad?" I repeated, shaking my head in disbelief, "Jasper, your dad… He loves you so much. He could never be mad at you."
"Disappointed?" Jasper mumbled.

"Jasper," I sat beside him on the bed and used one of my fingers to turn his head around so that he was looking me in the eyes, "Your dad will not be upset with you, okay? He'll be worried but not upset. Everybody makes mistakes, okay? Even your dad."

Jasper scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Dad never makes mistakes."
I laughed quietly and stroked his brown hair, "You're overestimating him, Jasper."

Jasper shrugged and winced, crouching over. I winced, too, and refocused on helping him with his wound. I stood back up and hurried to the sink, filling a bucket with water and grabbing the box of sponges. I walked back over to the bed and Jasper looked down at his lap.

"U-Uncle Don?" He mumbled again.

"Yes, Jasper?" I replied, grabbing one of the sponges and dipping in the water before squeezing it so that it wasn't drenched. I gently brushed it against the blood that was on Jasper's skin.

"I…" Jasper sighed, "H-How long is this going to be here?"

He looked down at his stomach.

"I'm not sure, Jazz." I told him quietly, using the nickname Mikey had given him, "I need to clean it first before I can get a look at it."

He nodded meekly, cringing as I began cleaning the wound instead of just around it. I was as careful as I could and felt guilty for not watching Jasper more while he was here. I'd needed to keep on working on the new invention I was releasing for my company, though, since its release date was getting nearer and nearer.

I sighed as I finished with the sponge and placed it on the side, "I-I'm sorry, Jasper. I should've been paying more attention to what you were doing. I… I'm sorry."

Jasper shook his head, "It's not your fault. I was the one running inside."

"I should've been watching you, though." I told him, inspecting Jasper's cut. I could tell he wanted to argue that it wasn't my fault but his – he was so much like his dad, Leo – but he kept quiet so that I could keep tending his wound.

Once I was finished cleaning it, I realised that it was nothing but a small cut on the left side of his stomach, which was deep enough to cause a lot of bleeding but not deep enough to cause a scar.

"It's very small, isn't it?" Jazz mumbled.

I nodded and grabbed a few bandages from my first aid kit and began to bandage him up, "It should heal up in no time, Jasper. You'll probably need to go three or so days without school and just rest, though, just to be safe. Alright?"

"Alright." Jasper replied quietly, his voice hushed.

"Hey," I waited until he looked at me before continuing, "Leo-er-'Dad' won't be upset with you."

"I know." Jasper said.

I stared at him doubtfully.

"I just…" He sighed, "I feel really stupid."

I smiled meekly and placed my hand over his head, "Don't worry, Jasper. Nobody but me and your dad will need to know."

"Does he need to know?" Jasper whispered.

I opened my mouth and paused, not sure what to say, "I-I think that would be best."

Jasper sighed and nodded hesitantly. Once I finished bandaging him up, I walked over to the sink and washed my hands. I packed up the first aid kit and cleaned everything up. I turned to Jasper and his pants which had blood stains on them. Jasper looked at them, too, and frowned.

I walked to the bed and bent down, opening the cupboard from underneath it and pulling out underwear and a pair of pants which were Jasper's size. I stood up and placed the clothing on the bedside table.

"Do you want to, um?" I gestured to what he wore.

"I-I…" Jasper gently touched his stomach, near the cut. It would be painful for him to bend over, since the cut would have pressure put on it.

"Here, I'll help." I offered. I took off his shoes and socks, before pulling his track pants off. I tugged off his underwear and realised that the blood had soaked up the clothing and was now sticking to his skin. If it dried there…

I sighed and stood up, retrieving the small bucket of water and sponge before cleaning his skin. Jasper's cheeks went red and he avoided looking at me. 'Poor guy.' I sighed sympathetically. Once I was finished cleaning off the blood and redressing him I gently placed the blanket over him.

"Are you okay? Want anything?" I asked.

"N-Not r-rea-really." Jasper stuttered, embarrassed.

I nodded, "You need to have lots of water to get your fluids back up. You lost quite a lot of blood. I'll call 'Dad' and let him know you're gonna be here for a bit longer."

Jasper nodded meekly.

I leaned forward and gently kissed his forehead, "Just don't sleep yet, okay, Jasper?"

"O-Okay, Un-Uncle D-D-Donnie." Jasper hesitated, "Love you."

He buried his face into his pillow, embarrassed.

I smiled lightly, "Love you, too, Jasper."

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