Egg

Title: Dr. Prankenstein Returns
Summary: Don tries to do something special for April and it backfires
Spoilers: Karai's Vendetta (POST 2x21)
Rated: PG

Dis: I don't own TMNT

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I hesitated at the entrance of my bedroom before entering. It was dark; the only sound that of steady breathing. I had just wanted to check on her, to make sure she was still okay. Raph, of course, called me a stalker and then a creeper wanting to see a girl in my bed. Now, however, as I saw her beautiful form huddled in my blankets I fought the blush that wanted to paint my cheeks. She IS beautiful, everything about her: and she WAS in MY bed.

Fighting the wistful sigh I finished my quick assessment before silently exiting my room. Training was done for the morning and I wanted to do something productive. I could always calibrate the weapons systems in the Battle Shell, which was pretty much a trashcan that launched trash as well as a small gun that shot out manhole covers: the recent battles made me think that we might need better weapons. Like the missile launcher!

Then a thought came to me. April would be up soon! Perhaps to earn some points with her I could make her breakfast. Okay, okay, so I've been trying a lot lately and failing. It was starting to be a little bit disheartening every time she'd ignore a comment about me liking her. However, she was a family friend and a sister in arms: so making her breakfast would be more of a good deed than trying to get her to be my girlfriend.

I enter the kitchen. Leo and Master are sitting at the island, each with a cup of tea. I was only half listening to their conversation, something about a meditation technique, something I didn't have time for. Ever. Meditation was time wasted, in my book, time wasted when I could be working on a project. I open the fridge and take stock in what we have. I find a carton of eggs and figure that they would do. I wasn't sure how April liked her eggs but I guessed scrambled would be the best bet.

I put a pan on the stove and let it warm. I take out a bowl and whisk and take out an egg and crack it. It flows easily into the bowl: the yellow yolk shiny and slimy looking. I grab another egg and for some reason I don't catch that it's lighter feeling until I crack it against the bowl and POOF purplish pink smoke fills my vision as well as my lungs.

"EYAGH!" I cough and my eyes water. I blindly reach for the stove and turn it off before backing out of the kitchen. Leo and Splinter had abandoned their tea as well. Splinter looked annoyed, well so was I! "What the shell?!"

"Donatello! Why did you set off a smoke bomb in the kitchen?" asked Splinter, no, more like DEMANDED.

"Sensei I didn't mean to! I was making eggs and it was in the… egg …carton. MIKEY!"

"Hahaha!" Me, Master Splinter, and Leo turn to look down the hall at Michelangelo. He was doing a fist pump then clapped his hands together. "Dr. Prankenstein strikes again!"

"UGH!" Him and his damn jokes! Here I was trying to do something nice and Mikey ruined it. "Mikey! Get over here!"

"Zat ez my cue to skedaddle!"

Mikey ran but I was right on his heels. He might be the fastest, but I was the smartest, and I knew that the direction he was headed in through the sewers ended up as a-

"Wuh-oh!" Mikey turned around, nothing but a dead end in front of him. "Mercy, Donnie! It was only a joke!"

"You'll soon find out, dear brother," I say, cracking my knuckles for effect. "That I might not hit as hard as Raph, but… I get my point across."

"EEKKK Donnie! Let's just talk, Bro. No hard feelings, right? Donnie? Ow! My melon!"

After a moment I pull back with a frown and Mikey is wearing one of his own while rubbing the back of his head.

"Sheesh, all this just cause of an egg bomb? Sheesh!"

"It was more than just an egg bomb! I was making breakfast for April and-"

"Ohhh…." Mikey snapped his fingers and his eyes lit up as if a light bulb turned on. "You wanted to impress her with your culinary skills! Bro, let's be honest, I saved her from having to eat something YOU made."

"Hey!" I blushed lightly. Okay. Last time I was in the kitchen I HAD burnt dinner. "I think I can manage eggs!"

"Suuuuuuure…." Mikey walked past me.

"What? I CAN!"

We walked leisurely back to the lair. I headed back into the kitchen to not only air it out but to start breakfast all over again when I found April pouring milk into a cereal bowl. Instantly my shoulders dropped and even though she offered me a smile my mood was already sour.

"Morning, Donnie!" She walked past me, patting my on the shoulder. "I turned the fan on over the stove. For some reason, it smells like rotten eggs in here. Might have to do with the eggs sitting on the counter?"

I watch as she exits the counter and with a dramatic wail I plop myself onto the counter, forehead thunking against the concrete. Stupid eggs! Stupid Mikey! STUPID SMOKEBOMBS! Well, if I couldn't make April happy with a homemade breakfast, there was always lunch of dinner, but until then I had something else to do.

I had to plan out my revenge again Michelangelo.

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