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A/N: Sorry about the delay with this, ladies and gents. First I was caught up in another fic real bad, then I had a bad thing happen that made me drop out of existence for a couple of weeks. Good part about it, though, was it put me in a good frame of mind to finish this chapter lol Hope ya'll enjoy it!

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The car ride home was surreal. Sophia didn't seem to know what to do with herself. She was downright twitchy. It was my fault, of course. I had betrayed her. The scene at the clinic, it was so unlike her. Normally she had so much more finesse, smoother with her words and actions, but the anger at my betrayal must have affected her. Changed her demeanor. The thought of it swamped me with guilt. Look at what I had done. I should've told her from the beginning. There was nothing I could do to fix it now, of course.

The tires screeched as they pulled into the parking lot, the car jerking to a stop. I winced at the motion, practically feeling her anger from across the seat. Stealing a glance, I saw her staring madly at the windshield, her hands so tight on the steering wheel that her knuckles were white.

"Get up there. Now." She hissed through gritted teeth.

I looked at her for an instant. She was beyond pissed. She gave no indication of moving from the seat. Clearly I was to go up by myself and await the punishment. Without a word, sorrow etched on my face, I slowly clambered out of the vehicle and headed to the apartment through the fire escape. It was almost as if I was a child, sent to their room right before a spanking. In fact I even felt a similar type of fear. Only worse, somehow.

It was all my stupid brothers fault. If only they hadn't shown up, then I probably would've gotten home in time. I could've explained things better. This whole fucking charade about wanting me home was getting old fast.

I paused as I reached the top of the fire escape and reached for the window.

My hands were trembling.

I just stood there for a long second, staring at it. Since when did I tremble?

Maybe when you betray the one that you love, the one that loves you, the one that forgives your mistakes.

Would she forgive this one?

I felt hot tears threaten behind my eyes, but struggled to banish them. Didn't need that now. No. No more weakness. Instead I slowly pulled the window open and climbed inside, closing it behind me. Sitting on the side of the bed, I waited for her to come up.

It was ten long minutes of waiting. Lots of time for me to think, each thought going to a darker and darker place.

What I deserved. What did I deserve?

Whatever she chose to give me.

I was so within myself that I found I was even getting sick to my stomach. Moving my hand I cupped my belly through my plastron, thanking myself that there was nothing in it to heave up. It didn't matter anyway. I was a failure to Sophia. My family didn't understand, didn't care like I thought that they did, though they seemed eager to pretend to for some reason.

What would they have done if the cop hadn't shown up? Would they have truly brought me home? After everything that had happened between us? It didn't seem realistic, or all that desireable to say the least. Why would I want to go back to that when everything was going so good for me here?

If Sophia allowed it to continue, of course.

That thought made my gut twist once more.

How could I have fucked up so badly?

I jumped when I heard the front door slam, gripping the edge of the bed with hooked fingers, staring at the closed bedroom door. Sitting there silently, a slight lump in my throat, I listened to her stalk into the kitchen, throwing something against the wall with a loud thump. She sucked in her breath, then kicked something. Again. And again. Something that sounded like a chair hit the floor, reverberating off it. What I could only guess was the table skidded across the kitchen, striking the wall. I seemed to shrink more and more within myself at each sound, my throat constricting.

Another few minutes of silence passed before I heard her approach the door.

It slammed open, it reverberating off the wall as it bounced off. She was glaring at me from the doorway, her entire demeanor haunched and tight, like a caged animal. Even her eyes seemed to glow in the unlit room. Feral. Unhinged. Wild.

Even in the current situation, she looked beautiful.

For a heartbeat, she stared at me and I stared right back, holding onto the mattress for dear life. I should probably look away, but for some reason I couldn't. It was like holding the gaze of a venomous serpent.

Then, quick as a spring, she crossed the expanse of the room in three steps, and she swung her fist.

I could've stopped it. I saw it coming. Self-preservation should have made me stop it, but instead I let it come, only flinching back slightly as her knuckle connected with my cheekbone. Stars danced before my eye and I fell back slightly. Her other hand latched onto my shoulder, hooked fingers digging into the muscle. "How dare you!" She hissed, then slapped my cheek. The blow stung my skin like a thousand bees. I couldn't help but gasp. My hands remained locked on the bed, unmoving, undefending. "How fucking DARE YOU!" Screaming, she landed another slap on the other cheek with her back hand. It was immediately followed by the other cheek, then the other, the entire time her other hand holding me in place by my shoulder.

I didn't move, didn't make a sound. I took it all silently. Behind my eyes, it heated up. As if I wanted to cry again. But I couldn't let that happen. I had fucked up enough shit already. That's all I do. Fuck things up.

Yet my resolved cracked and after the next curse and the sixth slap, I felt them start to emerge. I bit my lip, urging them to recede, using the added pain as a distraction. The next slap clipped my teeth together. I bit through my lip. Hot blood immediately started to pour from the wound, eager to escape through the highly vesseled area. My mouth filled with the hot, coppery fluid.

Surprisingly it was this blood that stopped her. It was odd, in a way. She had nearly swam in blood for so long, reveled in it, literally fucked me in it, yet now when it was coming down my chin and contrasting sharply with my plastron, she hesitated. Grimacing, she backed away from me and spat on the carpet, sneering in what I could only imagine was disgust. Truly it was hard to see her through my own cloud of tears, which I had barely managed to keep at bay. Blinking hard, I banished them further. Surprisingly it hurt to do so.

Pathetic. Truly pathetic.

Breathing heavily, her fists clenching and unclenching, she glared at me. "How dare you do such a fucking thing." She hissed.

Of course she was right. She was always right. I bowed my head slightly and nodded.

Turning, she paced in front of me, once again reminding me of a caged animal. Her movements were jerky and harsh. Her tether of control must truly be ready to snap. Because of me.

She dug her fingers in her hair and jerked hard enough that I thought she was about to rip it out. Instead she stopped, glaring at me once more. "After all the shit that I've done for you. After I give you my FUCKING LOVE…this is how you repay me you fucking bastard?!"

The flow of blood was slowing, already forming a large, sticky scab save the trickles that still escaped. My cheeks still burned from the barrage that was unleashed on me. Yet I just sat there, immobile, not quite meeting her gaze. I didn't know what to say. It was all true.

This wasn't what she was looking for. With an inarticulate cry, she grabbed my stinging cheek, her fingernails digging into it slightly. Her face inches from my own, her breath bouncing off my skin, she screamed. "ANSWER ME!"

My brain, normally so trustworthy, so efficient, scrambled frantically for an answer. For something intelligent to say. I felt my eyes heat once more. I said the only thing I could think of. "I'm sorry…"

"Is THAT all you have to say?!" she snapped, yanking me off the bed. I allowed myself to fall, hitting my knees on the floor. In a large way, this was more appropriate. Me on my knees before her. Pleading for mercy.

She stood tall, towering over my lowered form. I stayed dutifully in her shadow. She took a moment to look at me. I didn't look, but I felt her eyes burn into the back of my head as I looked down at the carpet, the toes of her shoes digging into the fabric. She was thinking. I couldn't do anything to disturb her in this. No. The minutes dragged on. Each one felt like an eternity to me.

Her next words were more quiet, more controlled. Almost resigned, in a way. "Maybe you should just leave, Donatello. If that's what you really want."

Alarm sparked within me and my head snapped up. "No!" I made a move to stand, made it halfway up before her hand touched my shoulder, gently pushing me back to the floor. Immediately I complied, sitting on the floor by her feet, looking up at her with desperate eyes. "Please, Sophia. I am sorry. Really. Please! I love you!"

My ears ached to hear her return the words. To hear anything similar, anything comforting. Instead she simply cocked her head, as if she was assessing me. "What am I supposed to think?" She said, her voice so low it was almost a whisper. "I come home, and not only do I find you missing, I find you with them. Those who had betrayed you. Tell me, Donatello. What am I supposed to think?"

I fumbled for words. I couldn't let her cast me aside, alone in the world. No, it was a fate worse than death. "Sophia! I didn't know they would be there! I was going to the police station, to get rid of the evidence that they had from-"

"Wait." She held up a hand. I clamped my mouth shut, my heart thudding against my plastron, waiting to see what she would say. "Evidence? When did this happen?" Her eye roved to mine. Contrasting so sharply from the blind rage before, now it seemed almost sad, as if she was looking at a crippled puppy. For a moment I thought I saw something cold and detatched in those eyes, but it must be just because of my desperate situation. "I thought that you said that you could handle that sort of thing, make sure it didn't happen? Donatello…is our life too…hard for you? Is it too much for you to handle, despite everything?" She turned her head, tapping her lip with a graceful finger, as if considering something. "Maybe this just isn't the right place for you…"

I was shaking. No. This couldn't be happening. "NO! I swear! It was just a freak accident. I went there to take care of it. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to upset you! I just-"

Her head whipped over to me, irises glinting in the dim light. Accusing. "So you didn't trust me? Is that it? I thought you loved me?"

Shit! How was everything I was saying so fucked up! "NO! I do trust you, I swear! I just-"

Something flickered in her eyes. "Did you get the evidence?"

I nodded. "Yes! I destroyed all of it! For you!" I added, as a last bit.

Her eyes narrowed, that edge of coldness still glinting in the background, though her face seemed to be the picture of sorrow. Of hurt. It confused me. "Then why were you with 'them?'"

Wincing at the word, I looked down once more, cowardly avoiding her gaze. I was failing in this. I knew it. "They somehow found out I was there. They met me there, tried to capture me, then Leo got shot and-"

"Why didn't you just leave?" Her voice was soft. Whispering velvet to my ears. Her gaze was sad.

I met her eyes once more. That same question had been plaguing me since it happened. Why did I stay to help? They didn't care about me, right? It was Sophia who cared. Look at how my betrayal had affected her. Truly horrible. Brow furrowed, I lowered my head. "I…I don't know." Grimacing, teeth clenched, I dug my fist into my eye, as if I could force the threatened tears back into my head physically. "I don't know!" A strangled sob escaped my throat. I wheezed in a breath. "Please don't make me leave, Sophia!" Muscles straining, I barely restrained myself, my lungs threatened to release more sobs, my eyes ached from the effort of delaying release. Most of all, though, my heart and my chest ached at the thought of her casting me out.

She was silent for a long moment, then I felt her fingers on the back of my head. I initially flinched at the sensation, expecting more punishment, then slowly relaxed as I found the fingers to be gentle. Loving, even. They softly traced over my head, stroking my skin in a petting motion that was soothing to me. Letting out a ragged breath through the hard lump in my throat, I leaned forward more, putting my head against the front of her legs, supporting myself on her. Moving my head, I nuzzled the firm thigh right above her kneecaps, deeply inhaling her scent. It was intoxicating. How could I ever fuck this up? With the different position, she moved her hands down the back of my neck. I shivered when they reached the thin, sensitive skin connecting my shell to my body. It sent ripples of heat through me, making my limbs tremble. Then they traced the side of my neck, sending shivers through me as they slowly reached my racing pulse. They lingered there, tracing the thumping heartbeat. She had my heart in her hands. She knew it, I knew it. There was no denying the truth. I groaned slightly, wrapping my arms around her legs, hugging them to my head.

"I might choose to believe in you, Donatello. What do you think of that?"

It was more than I could have hoped for. Through all my conflicting emotions, all my shame, the desperation hooked in. "Yes…" the word was raw, ragged and raspy. "Please…"

The slow, gentle motions of the fingers paused for a moment. I stilled, my chest going slightly cold. "You understand, though, that I've lost trust in you."

Again I clenched my eyes closed. I pushed harder onto her legs. Guilt burned like a true, horrific injury within me. "Yes. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Perhaps if you could prove your loyalty to me? Prove to me that you truly love me?"

Oh, God. This was more than I could have possibly hoped for. I hugged her legs tighter, getting as much physical contact as I possibly could. "Yes, please!"

"Anything?"

My head against her legs, fingers hooked in her warm thighs, I nodded. "YES!"

She gave a small laugh. I shuddered at the sound. It was like bells. Like silver bells, dancing in my ears. Knees weak, I looked up at her. She smiled at me. For a brief instant I thought I saw the coldness in her eyes again, but it was a trick of the light because the next second she reached down and cupped my cheeks lovingly in her hands, as if I was the most precious thing in the world. Gently, she guided me to my feet until I stood facing her.

Her smile was wild, beautiful, feral. How lucky I was to have her with me. With her right hand, she stroked my head, starting from the crown, tracing my jaw, trailing down my neck. I swallowed and shuddered. "You know, I only ask you this because I love you. More than life itself."

Another lump formed in my throat. Her fingers, tracing a line of fire, danced past it as they tickled along my plastron, tracing the lines. Something exciting, hot, tittilating was pooling within me, writhing like a thing alive. Unable to speak, I nodded in answer.

Dimly I was aware that she was pushing me. The edge of the bed came into contact with the back of my thighs. I allowed her to push me down, onto my shell. Spreading out her lithe body, she laid beside me, her hand still tracing my chest, then my abdomen, then around my hip, outlining the soft, sensitive area that connected the flesh of my thighs to my plastron. My hands immediately hooked into the blanket and I gasped. Her lips kissed my neck gently. I let out a moan that slowly formed into a soft churr.

"I'm sorry that you made me do that to you. I only do this because I love you so much." She whispered. Her hot breath danced across my sensitive skin, making me grunt. Her fingers traced lower, then circled around my thigh, brushing the thin inner skin. I gasped. Then my eyes flew open in surprise as they trailed upward. They touched, ever so slightly, the bulge at the base of my tail. I jerked, gasping. She had never done anything like this before. Her fingertip trailed closer to my tail. I writhed harder. Truly she had no idea how sensitive that organ was.

She propped herself up on her elbow, her glowing eyes studying my face. There was a hint of surprise in there. Perhaps because she had never tried to truly inspect my anatomy. Something flitted over her face and a slight smile tugged at her lips. Almost as if she felt a fresh sense of power. Then, with a suddenness that shocked me, she grabbed my tail in an iron grip.

No one had ever touched my tail before, save myself of course. In regular turtles, it was something akin to a sexual tool, for us it was magnified greatly. So as soon as she did it, I writhed, cried out, then turned, clinging to her for dear life. My penis was already unsheathed, pressing against her abdomen. She looked down at me, her smile broadening. Moving her fingers, she stroked and squeezed again. My body jerked reflexively. It felt so good that it almost hurt. I thrust, which only rubbed against the fabric of her shirt, but it was still so exquisite. I dimly heard her laugh as she stroked again and again. Almost as if she was a mused. I spasmed and cried out, clinging to her so tightly that I almost thought we would become one in a real sense.

"You said you would do anything. To make sure we could stay together. Right, dearest Donatello?" She squeezed again.

Crying out, I thrust again. "Yes, God YES! Anything, please! I love you so much!" I was like a quivering puddle, completely at her mercy. My entire being was off whack, from the physical exertion, the adrenaline rush earlier, the conflict of emotions and now this. Putty in her hands.

Reaching down with her other hand, she grabbed the shaft and worked it in conjunction with the motions on my tail. Crying out, it was only a matter of minutes before my entire being shattered in a climax unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was so big that I twitched with the aftershocks, lying next to her, nuzzling her shirt with my nose, breath coming in gasps.

She stroked the top of my head, then leaned her head down to kiss the crown of it. I could feel her smile. "The only way for us truly to be together forever, Donatello…"

"Yes." My voice was barely a whisper.

Wrapping her arm around me she pulled me close, cradling me like a baby. I snuggled deeper with a sigh of contentment. It didn't matter what she wanted. No matter what, I would do it.

"We need to get rid of your brothers."

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A/N: Soooo...what do you think? The last half came to me very suddenly. I was originally planning on it ending out completely different. Hopefully it was changed for the better? If so...or if not...please let me know in a review! They are such an awesome inspiration!

There IS a naughty oneshot coming up from this story, inspired by the incredibly naughty sleepingseeker at how SHE thought Sophia should have 'punished' Don. So if you're interested, that should be coming up in a few days.

P.S. I do have a new fic out, featuring Mike called My Camouflage is Orange. If you like, please check it out!