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Writings of the Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Eleven: Exposure
Barry slowly sipped at the steaming foam of his coffee while his eyes zipped back and forth between the two giant turtles that sat on the far side of the couch, and Carrie, who was curled up in the chair. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth to speak, but found his words had drifted away again, and he went back to pushing his lips together in a frown. He took another sip, then watched with a curious interest as the turtle creature that wore a red mask around his eyes glanced over at Carrie. Carrie lifted her eyes, obviously aware that the turtle was staring her down, and burned holes into him with her own cold glare while pulling the sides of her baby blue fleece bathrobe closer around her chest and holding it shut by crossing her arms. The warm air from the fire behind Barry wasn’t enough to melt the cold hatred that was between them, so he moved his eyes back to the turtle with the blue mask, who was sitting cross-legged and held his hands firmly in his lap, his line of sight glued to the floor. Barry was more uneasy with the blue-masked turtle than with the other. He was not comfortable with the fact that the strange creature had his best friend Carrie wrapped tightly in some sort of embrace, and Carrie’s tears only made Barry more suspicious. Whatever these two had planned for her, Barry knew that he had an obligation to protect Carrie, and he was going to make sure that neither one of them would harm her in any way.
Carrie, on the other hand, was losing her patience with Barry and finally broke through the long two-hour silence by blowing up at her bangs and clearing her throat.
“Are you going to say anything, Barry?” She growled. “Because if you’re not, I’m going to bed.”
Barry blinked his blue eyes behind their glass frames and was about to respond when the red masked turtle opened his mouth and spoke, the annoyance of their meeting very apparent in his Brooklyn accent.
“Yeah, I got shit I gotta do! So if ya havta get out all the alien, government-experiment crap, hurry up!”
“Excuse me?” Barry said after drawing another sip of coffee. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
Raphael rolled his eyes and leaned forward, causing Barry to jump and spill his drink on his pajama pants.
“Look, Gilman, this whole meetin’ new people thing, it ain’t one of my favorite things ta do. I don’t like people. Ya can’t trust ‘em.”
“Raph, come on,” Leonardo rose his head and rubbed at his aching temple.
“We ain’t aliens, we didn’t escape from Area 51, and we defiantly ain’t a couple of geeks who got lost on the way to a Sci-Fi convention.” Raphael stood, his eyes narrowed at everyone in the room, and he pulled at the ends of his belt and tighten the knot. “And if ya even think about calling anyone about us, you’ll be lucky ta even have a voice ta talk with!”
“Raph! Get out of here!” Carrie jumped to her feet and pointed toward the dining room. “Barry is not going to do anything, so back the fuck off!”
The silence once again returned. Leonardo cowered back into the cushions of the couch, and Barry, who had seen Carrie mad before, felt his hands shaking from the raw anger that flooded Carrie’s words. Raphael was even taken aback, his eyes wide as the sting from Carrie’s tone sunk in. He locked into her icy stare for a few seconds longer before turning around, the back door slamming a moment later. Carrie inhaled a sharp breath of air, the exhale coming out in shakes, and she tried to hold back the tears in her eyes while she spoke calmly.
“This is just something I can’t deal with right now. I’ve had a long, long day and I just want to sleep. Barry-,”
“Yes?” Barry looked up from his cup, his eyes peering cautiously over the tops of his glasses.
Carrie took in another breath. “I know this is a lot to take in and in such a short time, but they are really what I said they were. So if you think that I’ve lost my mind, then make sure you tell them I need my white coat to be a medium size.”
“But, Carrie, I-,” Barry stopped as Carrie’s hands flew up and she moved past the couch, pausing to kiss Leonardo on the top of his head and whisper a good night to him before pounding up the stairs. Barry began to panic at the thought of being alone with the strange creature he had only met a few hours ago and raced behind her, grabbing Carrie as she opened her bedroom door. He pushed her inside, checked the hallway to make sure he wasn’t followed, and shut the door behind him, taking an extra second to turn the lock.
“Barry! What are you doing?” Carrie asked in a high, irritated pitch.
“Girlie, we have to get those things out of here!” He headed for the window, ducking as the blue masked turtle walked across the snow and into the barn.
“Oh my god, you are so brainless!” Carrie dropped into her bed without taking off her bathrobe and pulled the covers over her head. Barry crawled across the floor on his hands and knees, then scrambled onto Carrie’s bed, throwing the comforter back to expose Carrie’s raging expression.
“How do you know those things won’t come in here at night and try to kill you?”
Carrie propped herself up on her elbow and sighed. “Barry, they’ve been here for almost two months. Don’t you think they would have done that already?” She yanked the comforter out of Barry’s grasp and rolled away from him. “And stop calling them ‘things’. They’re turtles.”
“I don’t care if there are cute, fuzzy bunnies!” Barry leaped over Carrie, landing on the floor with a loud thud that shook the old walls. He sat back up, his glasses hanging down his nose and his hair comical thrown around. “Carrie, I don’t understand how you can trust them! They’re muscular like bodybuilders, and that one carries swords, for crying out loud!”
“What I can’t understand is why you are acting so psycho about it!” Carrie pushed on Barry’s forehead and flipped back over. “And I’m not having the discussion anymore. I’m already bitchy beyond womanly possible, and you aren’t making it any better!”
Barry walked over and slid back onto the bed, folding his legs and clasping his hands together in his lap. “And what about the hugging? I saw you kiss that one before you can up here!”
Carrie growled and turned over again.“It’s nothing. Leo and I are just good friends. There is nothing wrong with showing affection toward a friend.”
“Okay,” Barry then crossed his arms and gave Carrie his famous smug smile. “Then what was with the ‘drop dead’ stare you gave the other one?”
Carrie winced and gritted her teeth together. “That was...I was just...”
“Uh huh, I thought so.” Barry yanked Carrie’s shoulder and turned her back around, a sudden fear appearing his blue eyes. “ He didn’t-force himself on you, did he?”
“What?! Oh, god no!” Carrie sat straight up and shivered at Barry’s words. “How could you think that Raph would rape me?! He’s not like that at all! I can’t believe you would say something like that! He would never do that!”
“Girlie, calm down!” Barry reached over and brushed Carrie’s bangs behind her ear. “ No need to get hysterical about it.” He brought Carrie’s chin around and looked into her eyes for a few minutes before his smile returned.
“You have feelings for them, don’t you?”
Carrie pulled herself back from Barry’s grasp and yanked her comforter back up over her. “Feelings? For those giant turtles out there?” She then laughed in a high pitched, nervous laugh that she knew Barry could see right through.
“Yes, you do. That’s why you’re defending them so much!” Barry pointed and laughed. “Now, which one have you fallen for the most? The nice guy, or the bad boy?”
Carrie rolled her eyes as Barry rubbed his chin. “You’re crazy.”
“I know that-Leo, was it is? I know he’s been feeding your emotional side, which is usually the best way to a girl’s heart.” Barry grinned. “ But on the other hand, that Raph has a bad temper, from what I could see downstairs when he got in my face, and you like that raw, aggressive nature, especially in the bedroom.”
“Go to bed, Barry.” Carrie moaned and laid down, secretly wishing that she hadn’t grown so close to Barry and discussed her sexual preferences with him.
“That’s quite a toss up, Girlie.” Barry nodded. “I guess the real question would be- Which one has Carrie slept with already?”
“Okay, that’s it!” Carrie shoved the covers back, hopped out of bed, and jerked Barry toward the door and into the hallway. “No more playing detective! It’s time for bed! Good night!” She slammed the door in Barry’s face just as he opened his mouth to speak again, then let out a long sigh as she staggered back to bed, trying to force back the smile that lingered on her lips.
*************
“Hey! Wake up!”
Barry shook his head and blinked as the rough, irritated voice burst through his thoughts.
“What?”
Raphael grumbled and sighed heavily. “Look, if ya gonna help me, could ya at least not zone out? Now hand me the 3/8 over there.”
Barry looked to his left, then to the right as the red toolbox caught his eye. He reached in, checking the size of the wrench before handing it over to Raphael, a big smile flashing across his face. Raphael glanced uneasily at the smile, then yanked the wrench out of Barry’s grasp.
“Why the hell are ya even out here?” Raphael asked after he went back to work on his motorcycle. “ I don’t need a flippin’ supervisor-,” He looked over his shoulder and sneered. “Or a babysitter.”
“You know, all of that negativity will take years off of your life.” Barry responded with his own sneer. “And I’m only out here because Carrie got the idea that I should try to be friendly with you.” He watched Raphael fling the wrench over his shoulder, missing the toolbox by a few inches, and he cleared his throat. “Obviously it’s not working very well.”
“Could it be cause ya talk too much?” Raphael stood up and bent over the toolbox. “That’s why you and Carrie would make a great couple. Ya both yap beyond belief!”
Barry narrowed his brow in confusion, then laughed at Raphael’s statement. “Me and Carrie? Uh, no, I don’t think so.”
Raphael turned toward Barry, giving him an all-knowing smile. “Yer gay, ain’t ya?”
“No!” Barry yelled, stamping his foot on the barn floor. “ Why does everyone assume that?”
“Maybe cause ya use words like ‘assume’.” Raphael laughed as he knelt back down.
Barry placed his hands under his glasses and rubbed fiercely at his tired eyes. “Look, I love Carrie to death but the only reason we aren’t together like that is because we are too much alike, and we are both set in our ways. We clash too much.”
“Sure,” Raphael chuckled without turning his head. “I bet yer her best girlfriend though.”
“Now I can see why Carrie detests you.” Barry suddenly blurted out, only realizing what he had said after Raphael stopped working and slowly stood up to face him.
“Is that what she told ya? That she ‘detests’ me?” Raphael shook his head, trying hard to hide the hurt in his face with resentment. “Seems ta be the theme around here these days.” He wiped his hands off with a maroon cloth, then walked to the far corner of the barn to where an old, rusted tractor sat and started to strip more parts off.
The barn doors opened and Carrie appeared, the gusts of wind whipping her hair and the ends of her suede coat around as she shoved the doors shut with her boots. The noise from outside brought Leonardo to the loft railing, then down the ladder, the anxiety flashing brightly in his brown eyes.
“Did you find one?” he asked impatiently as he eyed the large, rectangled box in Carrie’s arms.
“Here. Open it up and see!” Carrie gladly placed the box into Leonardo’s arms, and he then set it down on the barn floor. “I had a hard time finding it! You would figure after searching in four different flea markets that someone would be selling one!”
Raphael looked up from the tractor and locked himself into Carrie’s eyes as she brushed her hair out of her face. She offered him a weak smile, that seemed more sympathetic than hateful, and he quickly looked back down, his brow still narrowed in anger as Barry’s words ran through his head. After he finished unscrewing a line of rusty bolts, Raphael yanked the fender from the back tire, then turned to go back to his bike, only to find Carrie standing in his way.
“What?” He asked sharply.
Carrie was taken aback by his tone, the hurt very visible in her face. She looked over her shoulder at Barry and Leonardo, then back at Raphael. She stared at his face for a moment, noticing that his face mask was down around his neck and his facial features were more pronounced.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you.” Carrie looked down at the melting snow on her black boots, then over at Raphael’s bare feet. “I’ve just had... a lot on my mind lately and... I didn’t mean to take things out on you.”
“Okay.” Raphael grunted, then pushed past Carrie. He felt her cold fingers wrap around his elbow and he allowed her to pull him back.
“I’m trying to apologize to you and all you have to say is ‘okay’?” Carrie’s voice rose and she quickly hushed herself. “Don’t you have some things to say too?”
“Like what?” Raphael leaned in closer. “ Do ya want me ta get back in yer face and say, ‘yeah, ya had no fuckin’ right ta go off on me’, and all kinds of other shit like that?”
A frown formed on Carrie’s lips and she turned her eyes down from Raphael’s intense stare. “Well, yeah. Don’t you think I deserve it? I was a total bitch to you.”
Raphael sighed. “Ya know, in some other time and place, I probably would have. But I ain’t even gonna give ya the pleasure. And ya know why?”
“Why?” Carrie asked, afraid of the answer she was about to receive.
“Cause ya like it!” Raphael snapped. “This little sick game we’ve been playin’ ain’t flyin’ with me anymore. Ya know, I’ve been doin’ some thinkin’ too, and I’ve decided ta fix my fuckin’ bike and get my ass outta here before I get sucked inta another one of yer head games!”
“Excuse me? My head games?” Carrie gasped in disgust. “You’re the one who has been embarrassing me by fucking me out in the open! You’re the one who has been using me as your own personal blow up doll, then tossing me aside without any regards to my feelings-,”
“Whoa, whoa!” Raphael dropped the fender next to his feet and waved his hands around. “Feelings? When the hell did ya start carin’ about all of this? Ya told me- we both did this knowin’ there was nothin’ attatched!”
Carrie jerked her hair out of her face and held it back against the sides of her head in her palms. She could feel her body shaking, and she knew it was clear to Raphael that she was as the hair fell back down. Her eyes flooded with tears and Carrie choose not to hide her emotions any longer.
“Well maybe I did start to care. I’m tired of being fucked and tossed aside! I’m tired of playing those damn games!” She paused, the tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking the lapels of her coat, and she took in a deep breath and let out the words that had been sitting in the back of her mind for years.
“I just want to love someone, and get love back in return.”
Raphael’s eyes let up and feverishly shook his head. “Oh, no! Don’t ya come around me sayin’ that shit! I ain’t gettin’ tied down in that!” He bent down and placed the fender back in his hands, then pushed past Carrie to return to his bike.
“You are so inconsiderate!” Carrie screamed, not caring if Barry and Leonardo were suddenly watching them. “I swear you are such a cold, heartless asshole!”
Raphael threw down the fender next to his bike and turned back to Carrie, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He walked back over to her and shoved his finger into her tear-stained face, his brown eyes full of rage.
“Ya know, ya ain’t got the fuckin’ right to say that shit! Ya don’t know me! I do feel! I fuckin’ care about things! I have a heart, but too fuckin’ bad for you, cause you’ll never get ta see how carin’ I could be!”
Carrie sucked in a deep breath, not really sure what Raphael had meant, but knew that she had made a huge mistake speaking her mind. She opened up her mouth to try and save herself, but shut it when Raphael went on, his finger shifting to the barn doors.
“And ya know what else? I really don’t like people talkin’ shit about me behind my back! So, if ya hate me so much, like ya told yer little gal pal over there, why don’t you take yer little cryin’, know-it-all ass outta here so I can fuckin’ finish my bike and get back to what really matters in my life?!”
Carrie’s sobs grew louder as she scurried past him and through the barn doors, the wind catching one side and blowing a gust of snow onto the barn floor. Barry narrowed his brow and frowned, then ran after Carrie. Raphael lifted his angry gaze to Leonardo and waited for his brother to yell, but no harsh words attacked him. Leonardo blinked his eyes a few times, then shifted his sight back to the large black and silver old fashioned radio that was in the box before him.
“What’s that for?”
Leonardo debated on answering his brother, but knew that Raphael would get even more upset if he wasn’t answered.
“It’s a CB radio.” He picked up the device, his knees almost buckling from the weight. He carried it over to the workbench in the back of barn and waited for Raphael to join him before continuing.
“You know when Donnie found one like this years ago, and we told Splinter that we were using it to hear the police scanners when we were really listening to people’s telephone conversations?”
Raphael shrugged his shoulders as he looked over the old radio, wiping at the dust on the buttons and dials. “Yeah. So?”
“Well, I thought that maybe this would work better than using our cell phone.” Leonardo wiped the black top with his hand, sending dust everywhere. “ If the others had tried to get ahold of April or Casey, or any body else, we could pick it up on here. We could even hear Bishop and his guys. And the great thing about it is that no one could trace it back to the barn.” Leonardo looked back at Raphael, hoping that his angry, stern expression had changed, but found that Raphael was still unfazed.
“So, ya mean ta tell me that we gotta sit by that damn thing day and night until we hear somethin’?”
Leonardo looked back at the old radio and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess that’s what we’ll have to do.”
“And ta think I was startin’ ta feel hopless.” Raphael snapped sarcastically, then walked back to his bike.
Leonardo watched his brother leave, then looked back at the radio. He pushed the plug into the wall socket, the green lights flashing for a second before dying out. Leonardo smacked the radio hard with his palm and the lights came back on, a faint, crackling static noise coming through the solo speaker. He turned the dial around, frustrated by the growing static, then remember that the antenna was still folded up in the box. As he moved away from the table and gathered a few things up to mount the antenna on the side of the barn, a distant voice came through the static, only to fade back away before either turtle could hear it.
“If you can hear me......find us....still....alive....”
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