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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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A/N: Thanks to Werty for the wonderful review. I must add that I forgot to credit the movie The
Neverending Story for using the names Ateryu and Artex for the dogs. Sorry! Don’t sue me! ;0)

Chapter 2: Bonds

“No way am I sending this mess out, Barry! It’s a complete piece of crap!”
Carrie shrieked into the phone, which was balanced between her shoulder and her cheek, while her hands were occupied at dusting the top of her oak entertainment center.
“Come on, Carrie,” she heard the deep voice of her editor say over the sounds of the city subway. “You’ve had months to work on this! How bad could it be?”
“ Besides the fact that I’m not even done with the damn thing, it’s-,”
“What?!” Barry’s voice boomed, causing Carrie to lose her hold on the phone. After regaining it back to it’s cradled spot, she could still hear Barry’s well known temper flaring up.
“-can’t believe you! You can’t get another extension! What the Hell am I going to tell the publishers? You know this could cost you your contract! This is-,”
“Barry!” Carrie snapped back. “Calm down! I can get it done before the 19^th, okay? It’s not a big deal! Just chill out!”
The roar of the subway met her ear for a few seconds before Barry’s voice leveled out. “What could be so important as to keep you from getting this book done?”
Carrie was about to answer when the creaking of the stairwell pulled her attention away from the layer of dust. Her eyes meet the brown ones of the blue masked turtle, his arms crossed over his chest as if he was cold, and it took Barry a few tries before Carrie responded to him.
“I’ve been... distracted.” She blankly stated. “Look, I gotta go. Call me when you get into town, okay?” And she hung up the phone before her editor could say otherwise.
The two stood their ground for a long time, neither one knowing what to say. Carrie inhaled deeply and set the dusting supplies down, the phone following after, and she made the first attempt to talk.
“Is everything alright?”
The turtle narrowed his eyes at the phone, his voice almost in a whisper. “Who was that?”
Carrie looked at the phone, then back at the turtle, feeling like a kid whose hand was caught in the cookie jar. “Who? Barry? He’s-he’s my editor. I swear, I said nothing about you.”
Carrie then decided to quickly change the subject. “Are you cold? Here, sit down on the couch and use this blanket.” She moved over to the plush white and blue plaid sofa and pulled the pale yellow afghan from its place on the arm of the matching love seat.
The turtle hesitated again, seeming to be weighing all of his options. But after giving in to a visible shiver, he finally moved to the couch and sat down, allowing Carrie to cover him up, but keeping his eyes on her the entire time.
“How long have I been asleep?” He asked, cuddling up under the fuzzy blanket.
“About four days,” Carrie said as she moved back to the entertainment center. “ I’ve been checking up on you every day, about every six hours.”
A sudden silence filled the room, pounding heavily into Carrie’s ears as she waited for another question, but none came. She could feel the turtle watching her again, studying her, and it was making her visibly uncomfortable.
“Are you hungry?” She gathered up her cleaning supplies and darted past the stairs toward the kitchen. “How about something hot to drink?”
Still no answer came from the turtle, and Carrie gave up. She figured that if he wanted to speak, he would. Pushing him to respond was defiantly not working. She pulled a black coffee cup down from the cabinet and filled it with the still-hot water from her tea kettle, adding a teaspoon of sugar and a green tea bag. While the tea simmered, Carrie opened her food pantry, and became suddenly dumbfounded. She had no idea what to feed a giant turtle, and her organic lifestyle was not exactly the most appealing to most people. But then again, this turtle wasn’t human. She decided on a box of organic wheat crackers, closed the pantry, and carried the crackers and the tea back into the living room.
The turtle was standing by the window, staring out into the open field beyond Carrie’s home. The blanket was still wrapped around his broad shoulders, and the afternoon sunlight glinted off of his smooth, grass green colored skin. Carrie quietly set the tea and crackers down on the glass coffee table and moved next to him, staying back far enough so not to startle him.
“Where are we?” the turtle asked, his voice still hushed.
“Um, you are in the Adirondack Mountains, about five miles away from the town of Lake Placid.” Carrie moved a little closer to the window and extended a sharp fingernail toward the high peak in the distance. “ That’s Mount Marcy, New York State’s highest point.”
The turtle said nothing, but nodded slowly, and Carrie relaxed a little. The turtle had also seemed to unclench his nerves, and he turned back to the couch, slowly sitting down and taking the cup of tea into his hands. Carrie then swore she saw the creature smile as he inhaled the scent of the tea leaves and took in a small sip. She joined him, taking a spot on the love seat, and saw no harm in continuing the conversation.
“I’m Carrie, by the way.”
The turtle paused in talking another sip and bowed his head. “Leonardo.”
Carrie raised a blonde eyebrow at the name. “Are you serious?”
The turtle paused again, copying Carrie’s curious expression almost exactly. “Is it hard for you to believe that I was named after a great Renaissance painter?”
“No, I- I just-,” Carrie stumbled over her words as her embarrassment grew. “I just didn’t expect that.” After receiving a reassuring smile from the turtle, Carrie tried her luck with a small joke. “What’s your brother’s name? Michelangelo or something?”
Her laughter was cut short as Leonardo gave her a blank answer. “I have a brother named that, but that’s not the one upstairs.”
“Oh, okay,” Carrie sunk down into the cushions and pulled a pillow into her lap, as if trying to hard herself. Leonardo took note of her action and began to chuckle at her.
“And to save you from further embarrassment, his name is Raphael.”
Carrie smiled and bit at her bottom lip, enjoying the friendly sound of Leonardo’s laughter. “That was my next guess.”
As Leonardo sipped at the tea and broke into the box of crackers, Carrie could sense that he was becoming comfortable around her, which came to her as a relief, for she had a head full of questions that needed to be answered, and now that the ice had officially been broken, Carrie took the opportunity. But it seemed that Leonardo also had the same thing in mind.
“So, you’re a writer?” he asked as he read the back of the cracker box.
Carrie pushed her right hand through her blonde hair, the bangs coming back to hit the tops of her cheeks. “If you want to call it that. I prefer the term ‘cheap porn producer’.”
Leonardo slowly rose his eyes back to Carrie, his face frozen in disgusted shock. “Excuse me?”
“I write romance novels.” Carrie explained. “Nothing too explicit, just enough to keep those lonely housewives warm at night. I hate the stuff myself, but it was the best way to break into the business so I could shop my novel around.”
The turtle set down the box and titled his head slightly. “ How old are you?”
Carrie was taken aback by Leonardo’s question. “Well, how old are you?”
Leonardo laughed. “ Okay, I see. Wrong thing to ask. Sorry.”
“No, really, I’m serious.” Carrie scooted forward a bit. “ I know turtles live like a hundred years, so-.”
“Okay, so I’m not an alien anymore?” Leonardo came back, adding another laugh.
Carrie growled and whipped her eyes to the ceiling. “I never said you were an alien.”
Leonardo slowed his laughter and became serious once more. “I’m 23, as is my brother.”
“In human years?” Carrie joked, only getting a eye roll in return. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. I’m 25.”
“You still have plenty of time to get your book published then.” Leonardo mirrored Carrie’s bright smile, then went back to his tea.
“Where are you from?” Carrie jumped in, not letting the turtle distract her again. “And if you say Mars, I’m leaving!”
Leonardo held back his laughter and shook his head. “Manhattan.”
“Manhattan?” Carrie repeated. “What in the world are you doing way up here?”
“Me and Raph-,” Leonardo began, but suddenly stopped, not wanting to reveal so much so fast. “ I really don’t know.”
Carrie knew right away from the sudden tension that Leonardo didn’t want her to know, so she quickly moved on. “You have more brothers, you said?”
“Yes, two more back in the city,” he paused, then let out a sigh. “ And my father.” The tension turned into sadness, and Leonardo stared into his tea. “I hope they are all okay.”
The silence returned, and Carrie felt she had bothered the turtle enough for now. She began to stand up and head for the stairs when Leonardo spoke again, pulling her back to face him.
“You really don’t seemed to be bothered with my appearance.”
Carrie shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I will admit that I was freaked out. It’s not everyday I find giant turtles wondering around in the woods.” No laugh came from the turtle this time, only a small nod. “But, my imagination is pretty much overactive, so seeing something like you would be like coming up with a character for my book. Only, not so green.”
Leonardo smiled again, then locked his eyes into Carrie’s. “Thank you- for everything you’ve done.”
“It’s nothing,” Carrie blushed. “And you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I don’t get too many visitors around here, and my nearest neighbor is four miles away so no one will bother you, or even know you exist for that matter.”
Leonardo nodded again. “I’m afraid we might be here for awhile. Raph’s condition is really bad, and with winter coming, I don’t know if we could even make it back to the city before the snow hits.”
“ Yeah, that could be a problem,” Carrie sat down on the arm of the couch and folded her hands into her lap. “Our first snowfall is only a few days away. Winter comes early up here.”
“And Raph is not going to like being stuck here.” Leonardo added, almost talking to himself.
“Why is that?” Carrie asked.
“My brother, he-,” Leonardo thought a little before finishing his sentence. “Let’s just say that my brother is less trustworthy of humans than I am.”
Carrie couldn’t stop her eyes from expanding as she thought about how cold Leonardo had been to her just days before. “If that’s the case, you guys might enjoy the barn better. It’s heated so you won’t freeze.” She then stood up and moved back to the stairs. “I’ll go check on him, then I’ll come back down and get you some soup. I’ve got a pot heating up on the stove so-“
”No, wait!” Leonardo jumped up from the couch, leaving his blanket behind him and the tea on the table. “I’ll go with you, just in case he wakes up.”
Carrie let Leonardo go in front of her as they climbed the steep staircase. “Is he really that bad?”
Leonardo turned the doorknob of the guestroom and slowly pushed it back. “You have no idea.”
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