Left a lot of WIPs on . So this is me trying to tie them up. Starting with this. All of these drabbles take place in 2k12 versions of TMNT.
Obsessed
He was obsessed. He knew it, his brothers knew it, but he didn't care. He loved reading comics. The first one he'd read had been Spiderman. He dreamed of being a hero and lived almost vicariously though the characters on the panels. Often he daydreamed about it during training, and it got him in trouble more than once, but he continued to better himself to one day be the hero he aspired to be. Then, at the age of fifteen, he was finally able to do what those characters did. He could be a hero. He could save people and make a difference. Sure, it didn't go exactly as planned. Instead of people running to thank him-they ran away screaming. Instead of getting thanks from the city-he had to hide in the shadows. Maybe, one day, he'd be able to be like the hero in his comics. Until then, he'd happily continue down the road he started with his brothers-kicking shell and taking names.
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Pull
Raphael felt something he never thought he'd felt before. He'd teased Donatello about April. Even Leo about Karai until finding out they were long-lost siblings. Hell, even Casey got the eye roll when he tried (and sometimes failed) at hitting on April acting like the doofus he was. Then, he'd met Mona. One hell of a warrior. Fierce, deadly… And hot as hell. He started feeling that pull that everyone else talked about-the one he'd made fun of. Shell, he knew he was acting like a lovesick kid… But he couldn't help himself. And that kiss? Damn! He sighed now just thinking about it, gaining the attention of a curious Mikey, who he fixed with a glare until he turned away. Raphael knew Mona was out there… Somewhere. He only hoped he got to see her again.
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Quest
"It's like a quest!"
"Ah, shell, not this crap again," moaned Raphael.
"Raph! Where is your sense of adventure?" asked Mikey, looking around the woods, bouncing up and down excitedly like a turtle who had a little too much caffeine.
"Back in New York!" grumbled Raphael. "Where we should be! If it wasn't for Donnie messing around with stuff he shouldn't be!"
"Well, we can make it back! It's like an adventure. Like… Lord of the Rings!"
"I hate that movie," said Raphael, kicking at a pile of leaves.
"Okay!" said Mikey, not letting his brother's anger deter him. "First, we have to find north." Mikey picked a direction and pointed. "That way!"
Raphael sighed, grabbed his brother's wrist, and adjusted where he was pointing at.
"Oh. Well, let's go!"
"Hold it!" Raphael pulled out his cell. "You don't even know where we are. Cripes, Mikey." He held up the phone. "No signal."
"Side quest!" shouted Michelangelo, grabbing the phone then climbing the nearest tree.
"Idiot," muttered Raphael, but laughing all the same at the picture Mikey painted standing at the highest point in a tree with birds squawking at him.
"We're in Massachusetts!"
"What?!"
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TBC...
