A/N: Hey guys! I know i have other fics to write, but I was requested to do this by a follower of mine on Tumblr. I couldn't resist! XD

This is pure crack, and NOT meant to be taken seriously AT ALL. Just have fun reading it like I had fun writing it!

I OWN NOTHING!

Enjoy!

Fairy Tales

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

A shrill scream emanating from Donatello's lab startled the living daylights out of the three turtles sat watching T.V in the living room as they let out combined yelps. Turning towards the closed metal doors of the lab, Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo shot up to their feet and darted towards the lab, tugging the doors open and running inside. "Donnie! Donnie, what happened?!" Leo called, his head snapping left and right, but finding no trace of his younger brother. "Where are you?!"

With his Sais at the ready just to be safe, Raph approached Donnie's computer desk, looking around and underneath it, but there was still no sign of him. "Where the heck did he go?!" he barked, turning back to where Mikey and Leo stood in the center of the seemingly empty lab space. "He couldn't have just disappeared into thin air –"

"Guys, I'm up here!"

Instantly, the three of them looked up…and their mouths fell open as their eyes widened. Raph's weapons slipped from his grip and clattered to the floor as he stared.

They'd found Donatello…but he was floating high above their heads, albeit uncontrollably as he tilted from left to right, up and down, and even managed to get himself upside down as he squawked in terror. But that wasn't what shocked the brothers…

What shocked them, was the pair of large, beautifully decorated purple wings that were sprouting from the back of his shell, fluttering like nobody's business as the terrified ninja turtle fought to control them and stay still, or at least stay upright as he looked down at his brothers, who were gawking up at him.

"…Donnie…what the hell?!" Leo cried, being the first to break the silence before Mikey burst into a fit of helpless laughter. Raph remained silent with his mouth hung agape like a waiting flytrap.

"I don't know!" Donnie screamed as he nearly fell forwards on unstable wings, before he righted himself yet again with some difficulty. "I-I remember falling asleep on my desk, a-and the next thing I knew I was up here with these things attached to my shell! Get me down from here! PLEASE!"

Stalling for a moment just to stare at his flying brother, Leo then nodded shakily before racing out of the lab, leaving Raph and Mikey (both of which were still either laughing until they cried or staring with their mouth gaping like a goldfish) as he grabbed his grappling hook from the dojo, and then ran back into the lab. "Hold on, Donnie!" he called, before tossing the rope up and wrapping it around Donnie's middle. Smiling in success, Leo turned to Raph. "Raph, a little help here?" he said.

Finally, Raph snapped himself out of his daze as he took the other end of the rope, and together, he and Leo managed to slowly pull Donnie back down to earth. However, it was just as his feet touched the ground that he began floating back up again with a startled cry, his outlandish wings refusing to stop flapping. Grabbing an arm each, Leo and Raph held him down as best as they could.

"What the hell is going on?!" Raph yapped. "Seriously, did a Kraang device do this to you or something?!"

In response, Donnie shook his head, still struggling to comprehend what was going on himself. There was no way, not in a million years, and certainly not within the boundaries of science or the universe itself, that this could have happened to him whilst he was sleeping. This had to be a dream, right? Some kind of crazy, mushroom dream –

"Dude!" Mikey chimed, having recovered from his bouts of hysterical laughter as he stood up and wiped a tear from his eye. "Y-You're a turtle fairy! You're like…Fairy-tello, The Fairy of Technology or something!"

"Don't you dare call me that, Michelangelo!" Donnie screeched as he glared daggers at his freckled brother, which only added to Mikey's amusement as the younger turtle snickered. If it weren't for the fact that he would end up back in the air if he let go of Raph or Leo, Donnie would've smacked Mikey upside the head. Instead, he only visualized the smacking.

"Alright, everybody calm down," Leo said, still keeping a firm grip on Donnie's arm lest he flew away again. "We need to figure out how and why this happened, and then we have to find a way to cure Donnie before things get out of hand."

"Or better yet, before Splinter comes in and sees him," Raph grunted. "Or worse, before Casey sees him…"

"Or April!" Donnie wailed. "What would she say if she saw me like this?! She'd say I'm a freak! She'd laugh at me! She'd –"

"What is going on in here?"

All eyes widening, the four turtles turned towards the entrance of the lab to find Master Splinter standing there, his furry brow raised and his hands folded behind his back as he regarded them calmly. However, instead of panicking upon their father discovering their brother with wings, the boys only made faces as they tilted their heads to the side, not believing what they were seeing.

"…uh…Sensei?" Mikey began awkwardly. "Why're you dressed like the Mad Hatter?"

Indeed, the old rat master was no longer dressed in his usual robe, but had now donned an emerald green waistcoat with matching trousers, but a very bizarre yellow and purple polka dotted tie. Around his neck, he wore a large, golden stopwatch, and upon his head with his ears sticking out from beneath it, there sat a large, green hat.

As he raised a brow at his sons, Splinter seemed either utterly oblivious to the fact that his attire had changed, or he'd purposely dressed in such a manner. "A better question, Michelangelo," he began, "Would be, 'Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?'"

The brothers felt their jaws drop to the ground. What on earth was he talking about?

"What is going on?" Donnie muttered incredulously.

"You are meant to be the smart one, turtle. You of all people should know," said a low, booming voice that froze their blood to ice.

Snapping their heads back towards Donnie's desk, they found, to their utter horror, that the Shredder was seated upon Donnie's chair, glaring at them with his cold, bloodthirsty eyes with a delicate glass of wine held in the palm of his hand.

What?! What was the Shredder doing here? In fact, how had he managed to find the lair?! And why on earth was Casey standing beside him, wearing an apron, and serving him wine from a bottle?! When did Casey even get here?!

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Donnie screamed.

"Pish posh, Donatello," Casey scolded, suddenly shifting to stereotypical British accent as Shredder lifted his glass once more for another drink, which Casey humbly provided. "Your mouth needs a good washing, young man. You are insulting our guest!"

"G-Guest?!" Donnie squawked. "It's the freaking Shredder! What is he even doing here?!"

Shredder nodded his thanks to Casey, before turning to Donnie. "Why, didn't your father tell you?" Shredder said, his voice oddly more cheerful as he raised his glass to Splinter. "He has invited me here for a late afternoon tea. Isn't that right, Hamato?"

Splinter nodded his head and smiled. "If I have it, I do not share it. If I share it, I do not have it," he replied. "Isn't that correct, my sons?"

To Donnie's further confusion, Leo, Raph and Mikey all nodded and grinned at their master, no longer phased whatsoever by what was going on around them. "Verily, father!" they chimed in unison.

"Jolly good show!" Casey cheered, raising his wine bottle in the air with merriment.

However, Donnie was on the verge of a breakdown, his left eye twitching as he watched them all laugh together like old friends. What was going on? None of this made any sense! First he'd grown fairy wings, then Splinter had shown up dressed like the Mad Hatter reciting riddles, then Shredder appeared, and now Casey had turned into a clichéd British butler!

What was happening?! Why was this happening?! Why –?

And it was then that Donnie realized exactly what was going on as his mouth formed a very thin, unamused line.

"Oh," he droned, releasing one hand from Raph's grip to slap it upon his forehead, not caring if he flew away this time. "I get it. This is a dream, isn't it? It's all a damn dream…"

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and all eyes and smiles were on him once more. Shredder raised his glass to him.

"Well, took you long enough to figure that out, didn't it?"

With a yelp, Donnie jumped awake from his bed, his legs tangled up within his blankets as the purple clad turtle panted heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead and down his neck as his wild brown eyes stared straight ahead of him, unseeing and uncomprehending.

Seconds later, the door of his bedroom swung open as Leo, followed by Raph, Mikey, April and Casey, all charged into the dark room. "Donnie, are you alright?" Leo asked, coming to stand by his brother's bedside as he placed a hand on his shoulder, using his other hand to grasp Donnie's hand anxiously.

Blinking rapidly, Donnie snapped out of his daze as he looked at each of the people present in his room. "W-What happened? W-What's going on here?" he asked shakily.

Beside Raphael, Casey raised a brow. "Wait, you don't remember?" he asked, sharing a concerned look with his shorter red clad companion.

"We were fighting against the Kraang inside that warehouse," April explained, taking a seat at the foot of Donnie's bed as she reached out and laid a hand on his bare knee. "They were going to release a deadly neurotoxin on the city, so we charged in to stop them, but you fell and hit your head hard on a support pillar."

Donnie blinked hard. "…I…I did?" he gasped. And it was only as he reached up with his free hand that he finally noticed the bandages wrapped around his head.

"It was really scary, dude," Mikey said, peering over Leo's shoulder worriedly. "There was a really loud 'bang' when your head hit the pillar, and there was a whole lot of blood, too. We thought you were dead…"

"Luckily, Casey used his bandana to wrap up your head and stop the bleeding long enough to get you into the Shellraiser, get you back home, and then have Splinter patch you up," Raph said, nudging Casey with his elbow with a smile. "You have this guy to thank for saving your shell."

Donnie stared at Casey in bewildered silence for a moment, and only then did he notice that his black and white patterned bandana was gone, allowing his thick, black bangs to fall over his eyes. A smile found its way across Donnie's features. "Thanks, Casey," he said. "I really appreciate it. Sorry about your bandana, though…"

Returning the smile, Casey shook his head and shrugged as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Hey, no biggie. I've got a bunch of them back home," he replied, before averting his eyes elsewhere. "Besides…you're more important than a bandana anyways…"

Donnie blinked. "Oh my god," he grinned. "Did you just give me a compliment?"

"Don't push it, D."

The others rolled their eyes in unison, but smiled all the same at the two of them, before Mikey hopped onto Donnie's lap and wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders in a strong, loving hug. "It's great to have you back, bro!" he chimed, nuzzling against Donnie's cheek as his brother returned the hug. "But what were you screaming about before? Did you have a nightmare or something?"

Donnie's eyes widened, and he gulped at the memory of that very, very bizarre dream. "…um…" he began. "Well…what exactly does it mean when you dream about growing fairy wings, your father dresses up like a mad hatter, and your worst enemy stops by for a glass of wine served by stereotypical butler?"

A silence hung over the group as they all stared at Donatello.

"Dude," Mikey said. "It means you're high."

And for the next half hour, all that could be heard emanating from Donnie's room was the sound of hysterical laughter from six teenagers, glad that their friend and brother was safe, and on the road to a quick recovery.

Still, Donnie did check the back of his shell one last time, just to be on the safe side...

A/N: PFFT! I have no words! I hope you enjoyed that! More on the way!