A/N: Ugh...I was at school for thirteen hours today and I can't skip tomorrow...Anyway, here's this.

Disclaimer: *singing* "So maybe this one's the last of its kind, but I don't own the turtles..."

"Can you hand me the silver, Mikey?" a young Donnie asked his brother as the two of them colored. At his brother's request, Mikey looked at their pile of crayon stubs, but he wasn't exactly sure what his brother was asking for. Silver? Which one was that?

"Never mind, I'll get it," the older decided when he saw his younger brother struggling. Mikey carefully watched which crayon his brother grabbed for future reference, and much to his surprise, the genius grabbed a gray.

Hm...that was interesting...

"Donnie, that's gray."

"I don't like calling it that. Gray is such a dull color, but silver actually seems like a color."

Mikey thought about what his brother said while looking at the gray floor and compared it to the color appearing on Don's paper.

Donnie was right; the floor seemed quite dull and dreary compared to the crayon wax. He never would have noticed that on his own.

"Are there any other colors like that?"

"That when you call it something else, it has a different appearance. Like how the silver has more shine than the gray."

Donnie paused his coloring to think on what his brother had just asked. Finally, he said, "None of us are the same type of green, and our masks aren't really pure hues."

"Hmm...can you explain the mask one?"

"Leo's mask is a bit lighter than regular blue, probably more of a cyan color. Meanwhile Raph's is quite the opposite in that his mask is darker than normal red...I think the exact shade is cardinal...As for yours, you actually have some yellow tints. Almost like an orange peel color."

"And yours?"

Donnie grabbed one of his mask tails and brought it into his line of sight. "Purpureus."

"Oh...What?"

"A shade or two lighter than normal purple."

"Cool."

The two of them then continued coloring while Mikey continually asked what some of the colors were.

And for once, Donnie didn't feel so distant from one of his brothers.

A/N: I'll go through and edit Don's speech pattern tomorrow along with a boo boo in "Tickle". Mansion to orphanage back to the mansion, then back to the orphanage to restart the play...

I hate the director.

Love y'all, though.