"I'm going to look after her." Announced Donatello as he carried a limp Hope into the lair. The others nodded in agreement.
After Raphael had convinced Hope to come home, he'd returned to the sewer to tell his brothers what he'd seen. Donatello had crushed the glass he was drinking from when he heard what that monster had been doing to his Hope. Blood trickling down his arm, he'd rushed out into the night. His plan had been to beat that asshole to a pulp, but when he'd seen her about to be attacked, he'd arrived just in time to knock him out and save her.
He bathed her and tended to her wounds. He sat with her all night until she finally woke up. She looked startled as she woke, but soon relaxed when she realised where she was. And who she was with. He offered her water, which she generously gulped down.
Now as she looked at him and saw all he'd done for her, she knew it was time.
"Donnie. There's something I've wanted to say to you for a long time, but every time I try to say it, something stops me."
"Nothing is stopping you now." He said and placed his hand on her knee.
"I don't care if you don't feel the same, and I completely understand if this is the end for our friendship and I've ruined everything and made a fool of myself, it's just that the past four years, ever since I met you, in fact, all I've wanted to say is… I love you, Donatello. And I want to be yours."
"Hope. I do feel the same." He brushed the hair from her face. "I love you." He cupped her head in his hand. "And I am yours." He finished and pulled her in towards him. "Always." And he kissed her.
The way she'd always dreamt of.
In that moment, everything was absolutely perfect.
"Always."
THE END