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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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I'm not making any money off this, nor do I own the Ninja Turtles - I'm just borrowing them for a while.
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Charlie went to bed that night feeling much better than she had in days.

She and Don had ordered a huge meat-lovers pizza and had spent the evening watching the Discovery Channel with the open pizza box on the couch between them. Don really liked Junkyard Wars. He said it gave him lots of ideas of things to build. Charlie liked how excited he got when he talked about some of his inventions. She was used to dealing with depressed bohemians at the store. She’d never seen anyone so interested in anything. He was fascinated by every detail in the show, and at one point, he even drew diagrams on the lid of the pizza box to explain how he’d improve the red team’s jet-ski.

When the commercials came on, Don grabbed their glasses and went to the kitchen for some more Coke. She took the opportunity to stare at his back. The turtles didn’t wear any clothes, but as far as she could see, and she had looked, there was nothing of interest... uh... down there. “It must be under the shell” she thought. “I’ll have to take another look at some of those books before I take them back to the store”.

“Your bulb’s burned out” Don called. “Got a spare?”

Charlie hopped up and went to the hall closet. “I think so, let me look”. She fished through a box and found a package of 60 Watt bulbs. Don had already pulled a chair under the light fixture and unscrewed the old bulb. She passed the new one up to him. In a moment the room was full of light.

Don smiled down at her and jumped high off the chair, flipping before he landed in a crouch. “Wow!” Charlie cried out, amazed. “Is that a ninja thing?”

Don chuckled, secretly pleased that he’d impressed her. “Nah, that’s something we learned how to do when we were kids... when Master Splinter wasn’t home, of course”. He grinned. “He doesn’t like it when we climb on the furniture”.

“Doesn’t? As in present tense?”

“We have our moments,” Don admitted, snickering. Junkyard Wars was coming back on and they went back to the couch to watch. One of the teams had cut too many corners and was running into wiring problems.

“Don?” she asked tentatively, turning to face him.

He grabbed another piece of pizza, and didn‘t take his eyes off the tv. “Uh-huh?”

“How old are you guys?”

Don snapped to attention. He turned to face her and asked, “How old do you think we are?”

“Um... early-twenties?” she guessed, hoping she wasn’t in trouble for bringing it up.

“Hmm...” he said, cocking his head to one side in thought. “That’s what we think too”.

“You think? Don’t you know?”

“Not exactly. We walked into the mutagen 22 years ago, but Splinter had had us for nearly a year before that, and he figures
that we were at least a year old then, so we’re not totally sure about our exact ages”. He smiled and shrugged before looking back to the tv. “How old are you?”

“Early-twenties” Charlie said cheekily.

Don looked over at her and raised an eyebrow quizzically, making her laugh. “Don’t you know?” he teased.

“Twenty-four”, she admitted.

“How does a 24 year old come to own her own business?” Do asked, forgetting about the tv completely.

Charlie bit her lip. She never talked about her family, but Donatello was so easy to be with... she shut her eyes and her whole story spilled out. She told him about how her father was a poet and her mother was a novelist and how they fought all the time and finally got a divorce, which didn’t solve anything, because they continued to go out of their way to fight with each other and how she’d moved to the city to live with her grandfather, and how he’d left her the store when he died, and how neither one of them ever called her, and... and... she sighed, but she was too tired to be upset, and she didn’t have any tears left after her sob session earlier.

“So you’re all alone?” Don asked softly. She just nodded and took a swig of Coke and stared at the tv. Her mouth had gone all dry. Don knew all her weaknesses and failings now. She felt so pathetic.

Donatello didn’t think he could imagine how horrible his life would be without his brothers and Master Splinter. He felt sorry for her, but he didn’t pity her. Charlie was surprisingly tough and he knew she wouldn’t want to be pitied.

“You know,” he said, “You should be really proud of yourself. You’re doing really well. You have a great business and a nice apartment”. He paused and tucked her hair back behind her ear so he could see her face. “And if they don’t call you, that’s their loss”. He smiled at her, and after a moment, she grinned back at him, her eyes sparkling. Don’s heart jumped and he forced himself to take his had away when all he wanted to do was run his fingers through her hair.

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At midnight, Don said he’d better get home. “I hope I didn’t stay too late” he said, sheepishly.

Charlie walked with him to the bathroom window. “I’m glad you did. I think I needed to relax a bit... thanks for wrapping my leg.”

Don smiled down at her. “Want me to walk you home tomorrow?”

“Yes!” she said too quickly. “That is, if you don’t mind... I’m still nervous about walking home in the dark alone... I should probably take a cab, though.”

“I don’t mind. Really.”

“Thanks” she whispered, gratitude etched on her face. Then Charlie stepped forward and slid her arms around his waist, hugging him, her hands not able to go all the way around his shell. Don blinked in surprise in the moment before his brain kicked in and told him to hug her back before she moved away. He put his arms around her and pulled her in close to his plastron. Don marvelled at how soft her small body was compared to his much larger, hard one. She rested her cheek against him, and for a moment he was able to smell her hair. All to soon, she stepped away.

“Night Donnie.”

“Night Charlie.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound as choked as he thought it did. He turned and slipped silently out the window and climbed quickly to the ground. He waved up at her and disappeared into the shadows.
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