Sorry this is late! I had something going on a school, so yah. I'm not sure if I'm actually supposed to update this…if I'm having a beta reader read my story…I'm new to the whole beta reader thing. All I know is they critic your story…*sighs*

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When Donnie came into the room I looked up at him. "I, uh, I'm such a klutz, I thought it would be better if I kept my hands out of reach of anything," I smiled, slightly embarrassed.

Don smiled and closed the door behind him. "It's fine, at least you're not like The Accident," He laughed lightly, sitting down at his desk.

I watched him, "The Accident?"

"Mikey," He replied lightly. "When he breaks something, which is pretty often, he usually does it shamelessly. If it was something really important, he'll be sorry then."

"He sounds like a hoot," I giggled. Mikey seemed like a very outward person, not the type to bottle things like Raph.

"He is," Don laughed with me. "But…he's a good brother."

I picked up a small robot out of the corner; it was covered in a thick film of dust as if it hadn't been touched for years. "I wished I could understand," I sighed sadly. "Always been an only child." I delicately brushed the dust off the little toy, being careful not to get any up my nose.

"Mm…" Don sounded like he had something in his mouth, and was hunched over his desk looking like a scientist…without the lab coat.

"What about Leo?" I inquired, curious. I was pretty sure he was the reincarnation of Lysander and I wanted to know what kind of person he was. I was gently moving the arms of the robot around, making him wave and such. My mom always said I could be such a child. "What's he like?"

"Ah, he's the oldest," Donnie murmured, tapping his head with a pencil. His voice sounded rather absentminded, as if he actually didn't know he was talking since he was thinking so hard. "He always wants what best, which if Master Splinter hasn't told him what is best, it's what he thinks."

"Is Master Splinter a, uh," I didn't want to offend Don. I wondered if they were sensitive to them being mutated.

"-mutant too?" Don finished for me, his tone still light. "Yes, and its okay, we've been like this for a long time, we're used to it. Master Splinter is a rat though, unlike Leo, Raph, Mikey and I. He teaches us ninjitsu. We're ninjas."

I smiled, "So that explains the whole being able to jump building thing."

"Yeah," He replied with a laugh.

Curiosity took over and the question spilled out, "You were really shy at first…what happened?" I gripped nervously at the toy robot. Was that the wrong thing to say?

"I don't know…" Don scribbled something on a piece of paper. "You, uh, you're just an easy person to get used to." He turned and gave me a smile.

I smiled back, but it faded into a curious expression as he started to laugh. "What?" I cocked my head.

"I built that when I was ten," He smiled, reaching for the robot. I handed it to him.

"Ten?" I felt my eyes widen in amazement. "You the genius of the family?" I smiled.

Donnie blushed, "I wouldn't exactly say that…" He smiled. "There's a remote somewhere around here for it."

"And you built it when you where ten!" I grinned, still amazed.

Don put a finger to his lips. "They can't hear you either!" He hissed.

"Oh," I whispered, "Sorry." My stomach rumbled out in despair. "I get to eat though, right?"

"Of coarse!" Don laughed, "I won't starve you!"

"Starve who?!" Mikey's voice came through the door, making my heart drop.

"Me, Mikey, I was talking to myself, now go away!" Don called back, lying. For me…

"You talk to your stomach?" Mikey snickered.

"You do too! I don't want to hear a word out of you!" Don frowned.

I couldn't help but have to cover my mouth, trying not to laugh. They sounded like real siblings. I had seen some in the city when I hung out in the bakery on boring days. I sat there, suddenly finding myself trying to smell the mouth-watering cinnamon rolls. I found myself struggling, and unable to smell… Mom always smelled like her rolls… Dad….he smelled of cigar smoke…he never smoked, but a lot of people he worked with did.

I felt my lips form an involuntary deep frown and my vision blurred with tears. Don didn't notice, for he was still trying to get Mikey to go away.

"Go make sure Raphy doesn't need anything!" Was Donnie's reply to Mikey's plead to come in and see the "surprise."

"Okay…" Mikey muttered. His complaints died down as he walked away.

I started to cry, huge tears running down my face. I couldn't help but think how lucky Don was, he still had a family… I missed mine so badly…

"If you want…" Don said, turning back to me, "you can-hey…" His voice went from light to soft and concerned, and I felt his hand touch my back. "What's wrong?"

"I-I miss my parents…" I choked, struggling to breathe through the tears.

Donnie got out of his chair and knelt beside me. He simply rubbed my back, probably had nothing he could say. But…it was comfort enough.

"I c-can't even remember what her rolls smelled like…" I whispered, choking on tears. It probably sounded stupid, but it meant a lot…

"Hmm…" He murmured; sitting, listening, and rubbed my back. Almost exactly like a big brother would…or at least what I would want a big brother to do.

"They were my only family…" I sniffled, the tears were slowing down. "Since the fire…"

"The fire?" Donnie's voice was soft.

I nodded, sniffling again. "They weren't my birth parents… My birth parents died in a house fire when I was little."

"Wait…you said rolls. Were your parents the ones murdered in the bakery?" Don asked, sounding suddenly curious.

I nodded, "Yes…why?"

"Shredder had them killed?" His eyes widened.

"No…" I shook my head, "They came to me…they all had purple dragon tattoos on them. I was told they were the Purple Dragons."

"They work for Shredder…" Don frowned.

"S-so he lied to me? He really did have them killed?" My eyes widened to the lies that had been revealed.

Don nodded sadly, "Afraid so."

"B-but why?"

He seemed to think for a moment. "Usually…" He murmured, "He only kills those who are in the way of his plan…"

Something clicked. "Of coarse," I frowned, "They were in the way of his plan with me…"

Donnie's head flicked up and he looked at me, "What did he want you for?"

I opened my mouth to tell him, wondering if he would even believe me. Even to me it sounded crazy, and I still doubted it was true, but it was what he said he wanted me for. Then before I could talk, my stomach gave an even more desperate cry. I frowned and touched it, wanting to comfort it.

Don stood up, "Why don't I get you some food? Hard to think with a stomach like that, I know." He smiled.

"That'd be great," I smiled, trying not to think about anything that we had just talked about, "for the hungry dragon."

"Yeah, for the dragon," He echoed absentmindedly. Then he shook his head; touched the top of my head; and turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I smiled a real smile for the first time in a while. Don was like a brother. I messed around with the robot, still trying not to think about my parents or Shredder. I didn't mind looking for the remote, I was still nervous about breaking something.

I looked down at the robot, studying it, and remembering how Don had blushed slightly when I called him a genius. He had to be shy. Shy and smart, I smiled. It was a good mix. Donnie was a great guy, I decided, still messing with the robot.