A/N: This one's a bit of fun. I love how I'm posting this the second day I get to wear shorts...Let's hope I don't jinx the weather! (yesterday I posted the insomnia chapter, then couldn't fall asleep until after midnight)

Stephanie: Paranoid much? *"subtly" knocks on my desk*

Says the girl knocking on wood. Anyway, I don't own the turtles, but I do have a coloring book!

"Suit up, guys!" April called out as she walked into the Lair with her arms filled with a large pile of coats. All of the guys looked at her in confusion before getting up to help her with her load.

"April, what is all this?" Leo gently placed a hand against April's reddened cheeks and allowed a small shiver to wrack his body. "You're freezing!"

"Just a bit of New York winter air; nothing I'm not used to." She grabbed a large coat off of Leo's pile and held it up against his shell to see if it would fit. "Alright, I guessed correctly."

"Guessed what correctly? April?" The human ignored all of the leader's questions as she moved his arms so he could put his coat on him (causing his load to be dropped in the process) and gave a self-satisfied smile once it was on. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't Master Splinter tell you?" For an answer, she just got a quartet of blank looks. "I'm taking you up to Central Park!"

The guys all exchanged confused glances laced with curiosity. Finally, Raph dropped his load and spoke up. "We can't. Splinter never even lets us out of the Lair during winter because we're cold blooded." [1] Donnie and Mikey gently placed down their loads as Raph continued, "There's no way we're gonna be able to-"

"I asked him if I could bring you up after the first snowfall if I saw to it that you stayed warm enough. The clothes here are for you to wear in order to stay warm, and we're only going to be up there for half an hour, a full hour at most unless you guys start getting too cold." Raph and Mikey shrugged at each other and each reached down for a coat, though Don just stood there. "Donnie?"

"You're serious? "Everyone looked at Don in confusion, but the genius of the family looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "As much as I'd like to come, I can't…I'm sorry…" He turned to leave, but Leo stopped him.

"Don, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Donatello looked over his shoulder at his brothers and April, which Leo noticed.

Leo knew he should've just left his little brother be, but he knew this bothering the purple-banded turtle more than he let on. So, once Don disappeared in his lab, Leo told the others not to wait up and went into the lab.

"Donnie? Can I talk with you?" Instead of responding, Don continued working on whatever was on his workbench. The only sign he was aware his brother walked in was how he seemed to slow down slightly. "What's wrong? And…I don't just mean with the not wanting to go topside thing…Something's been bothering you for a while...What's up?"

"Uh…Promise to not tell the others? Or Splinter even?" Leo was tempted to say no, but then Don turned and added, "Nanitozo, ani…I don't want them to know…" [2]

"…Alright, Don. I won't tell as long as long as this secret won't hurt you or anyone else." Don gave a small eye roll and got up before whispering into his brother's ear. Once he was done, Leo shot his brother a smile and wrapped him in a hug. "Everything'll be fine….Now c'mon, I'm sure going topside won't hurt you."

"A…Alright." The two brothers exchanged smiles and left the lab to go to the common room, where April was trying to explain to Mikey how to put on the gloves she had modified for them. [3]

"You just put your fingers in these spots—how did it get on your head?"

Perhaps this would be fun.

[1] Yes, I am aware that technically, being underground, the temperature should be fairly constant. However, it's the ground that stays the same, but the air changes. Therefore, it could get cold in the sewers during the winter months…especially in New York.

[2] "Please, big brother"

[3] In the 2k7 movie, Raph wears gloves when he's Nightwatcher, and if you look closely, you can see that he cut the gloves and resewed them so that his fingers would fit.

A/N: I swear the glove thing was one of my friends' ideas...Anyway, I'm gonna work on (read: start) my book report. I'm doing poems based off of Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. I may post them later...Lemme know if you'd be interested!

Love y'all!