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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 from this, nor do I own the Ninja Turtles - I'm just borrowing them for a while.
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Charlie stood in the dark listening to Donatello climb quickly down the ladder. “You doing ok?” he asked. He sounded like he was right next to her.

“I didn’t realize it was so dark down here.” She heard a ‘click’ and Don’s flashlight snapped on.

“Better?” he asked, reaching again for her hand.

“Yeah... thanks Donnie.” She gave his fingers a squeeze. He squeezed back and they started walking down the tunnel. It didn’t
smell as bad as she’d expected.

“We live another three stories down... it’ll take us about twenty minutes to get there.”

“I had no idea the sewers went that deep” Charlie said, surprised.

“They don’t. They only go down about a story or so, but the subway tunnels go much deeper. We live on an abandoned level that was sealed off about twenty-five years ago.”

“Does anyone else go down there? I heard that some homeless people live down here.”

“Yeah, there’s some of them around, but they never go that deep. It’s too dark and it’s too easy to get lost.”

“I can believe that...” Charlie said as the took yet another turn. Don chuckled.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know where I’m going.” Charlie’s insides went all warm and fuzzy at the term of endearment. She was glad there were too many shadows for him to see her blushing. “But if for some reason you were ever to get lost down here,” Don continued, a serious tone to his voice, “Stay exactly where you are. We have our well travelled routes and if you’ve wandered off one of them we’ll be able to find you more quickly if you haven’t moved anywhere. There are hundreds of miles of subway tunnels and sewer pipes, and some places can be pretty dangerous... not to mention unpleasant.”

“Gotcha” Charlie said, squeezing his hand again. Don smiled down at her, proud of how brave she was being.

A rat ran in front of them. Charlie squeezed Don’s hand tighter but didn’t cry out. Don kept walking and the rat scurried away. He couldn’t blame her for being nervous around rats. Most people were. He just hoped she wouldn’t be frightened of Master Splinter.

Charlie caught Don looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey,” she said tugging on his arm. “It’s not that I’m afraid of rats - I’m afraid of being bitten by one... and I doubt very much that your sensei is going to bite me, ok?” Don grinned at her. Charlie was awesome.

They walked for ages, turning down more tunnels and occasionally going down a ladder. Gradually, the air got a bit dryer and they stopped seeing rats. “We have a lot of poison and traps out” Don explained.

Finally Donatello stopped and leaned against the wall, taking each of her small hands in his. “It’s right around the corner” he whispered, his dark eyes dancing behind his mask.

“Why are we stopping?” she whispered back.

Don pulled her in close to his body and wrapped his arms around her. “So I can do this” he whispered into her mouth, kissing her. Charlie sighed and leaned into him, moaning quietly as his tongue brushed against her lips, silently begging her to open for him. Their tongues brushed together for a few moments before they pulled apart. Don stroked the good side of her face.

“Ready to go in?” Don asked. Charlie suddenly felt nervous. She bit her lip.

“What about my face? What will they say? It’s kind of embarrassing...”

Donatello smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll be cool. I promise.”

Charlie nodded and he took her hand again, leading her around the corner to a big, round, metal door. He heaved it open and the tunnel filled with light and angry voices.

“Who the fuck died and make you the fucking King of the fucking Universe?!”

“Stick that fucking skateboard up your ass and get the fuck out of the kitchen!”

“Make me!”

“Fuck off Raph! Stop being so fucking retarded!”

“If anyone’s fucking retarded, it’s you, Mr. I-can’t-boil-rice-for-fuck!”

“There’s not one fucking thing wrong with that rice!”

“My skateboard!”

Donatello sighed as the skateboard flew out of the kitchen and across the living room and knocked over a lamp. He walked over and stood it back up. Charlie followed him - her eyebrows went up when she saw the layers of tape covering the base. By the looks of it, the lamp had been broken many many times before.

“What’s going on?” she whispered glancing toward the direction of the shouting.

“They’re making dinner...” Don looked a bit embarrassed. Did they have to act up the first time he brought her home?

“Do you ever make dinner that way?” she asked. Don coughed uncomfortably and she laughed.

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” he whispered. We get along great, it’s just that sometimes we grate on each others nerves...” He took her hand. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

“MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Would you please just set the fucking table?!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!”

A plate crashed to the floor.

“Why don’t we end with the kitchen?” Don suggested, leading her away.

Charlie was really surprised by how big and how nice the lair actually was. The first place he took her was the dojo. The floor was lined with old gym mats, and a number of pointy, shiny weapons rested in holders on the walls. There we several homemade weight machines and punching bags at one end of the room. Charlie noted that the lightest setting on each one was 70lbs.

The door of Don’s lab had a sign painted on an old hubcap that read “Dorks only. No cool people allowed. “Mikey made that” Don said.

Don’s lab had a couple of long tables that were covered in computer, wires, engine parts, and instruction manuals. There were a few stools to sit on and a bookshelf in the corner that was stuffed with “how-to” books.

All the bedroom doors were open and while they only went into Don’s, Charlie got a good look at them. Raphael’s room had a red blanket on the unmade bed. There was a playboy calendar on the wall, and a stack of paperbacks on a shelf. His trench coat was chucked over the back of an old wooden chair and his hat hung on a rack on the wall, next to a red towel.

Michelangelo’s unmade bed had an orange blanket. There were hundreds of comic books all over the bed, floor, and shelves. His coat lay in a heap on the floor underneath a humongous poster of a tanned girl in a bikini. His bedside table looked like a beanbag chair.

Leonardo’s prefectly made bed had a blue blanket. His room was spotless. His coat and hat were on hooks, and a framed picture of the four turtles and splinter hung on the wall. There was a small carpet on the floor with some kind of Japanese lettering on it and a clock-radio on the bedside table.

Donatello’s room was the last one. His bed was made (with a purple blanket) and there were some soft grass mats on the floor.
He had a number of computer books on his shelf and his coat and hat were folded on his chair.

He snapped the light on and some robotic bugs the size of Charlie’s hand started walking around the floor. Charlie gasped and got down on her knees to look at them. They whirred and clicked. Sometimes they fell over, but they always managed to right themselves.

“Donnie, these are AMAZING!” Red lights shone from the bugs when her voice got louder.

Don grinned. “Clap your hands.” She clapped her hands three times and the bugs shone with blue light for a few moments before going back to normal.

“These are so cool! How did you build them?”

“I found an article on them in a magazine and did some research on them... they’re pretty neat - light activated - but sometimes they get stepped on” Don pointed to a shoebox full of crushed bug bits. He whistled and the bugs turned yellow.

“I love them! You’re so clever Donnie.”

Donatello blushed. Two bugs started to fight and he pushed them apart with his finger.

“Want to see how the guys are doing?”

They got to the kitchen door just as a big cookbook came sailing out towards Charlie. Don grabbed her and spun around, blocking the book with his shell. The shouting stopped.

“Uh... sorry Charlie...” Leo stammered, going red in the face.

“It was my fault,” Raph butted in. “I threw it.”

“Yeah,” said Mike. “At me. I shouldn’t have ducked.

Charlie picked up the book and laughed, breaking the tension. “That’s not much of an excuse Mikey.”
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