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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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Charlie worked as fast and as hard as she could all morning, trying not to think of anything other than special orders and billing forms. She hadn’t told Lisa about the phone call yet. She didn’t really want to tell anyone. No, that wasn’t true - there was someone she wanted to tell, but she wouldn’t be able to talk to him for hours yet.

“The phone number!” she suddenly muttered, slapping her hand to her forehead. She’d forgotten all about it. Donatello had left their number on her fridge the first night they’d met and she’d stuck it in her purse nearly two months. She kept everything in her purse.

She pushed her wheely office chair over to the door and called out to Lisa “I need to make a phone call!” Lisa smirked and gave her a quick wink before Charlie kicked the door shut and grabbed her purse. “She probably thinks I’m going to call Don,” Charlie grumbled, rummaging through her messy purse. “Well, I suppose she’s right.” She grabbed the cordless and punched in the numbers, feeling strangely nervous as it rang. It wasn’t like she’d never called a guy before.

“Secret headquarters of the Clown of Crime! Bozo speaking!” A voice sang out.

“Mikey?” Charlie guessed.

“The one and only!” he answered. “What’s up Charlie?”

“Not a lot,” she said. “I’m at work. How’s the arm?”

“Just a sec,” he said. His voice sounded far away for a moment and she heard him ask Raphael to go and get Don.

“HEY, LOVERBOY! PHONE CALL!!” Raph’s voice bellowed.

“Fuck’s sake, dude! I could have done that!” she heard Mike say, still in the distance. “It’s a lot better,” he said, his voice louder again. “Don thinks the cast can come off in the next week. You like chocolate cake?”

Charlie blinked. Talk about a subject change. “Of course,” she said. “Who doesn’t?”

“Great, ‘cause that’s what I’m making for desert! With one hand, no less! Oh, here’s Don. Smell ya later, babe!” There was a shuffling sound for a moment and then Don spoke.

“Hey!” he said, sounding surprised.

“Hi Donnie, how’d it go last night?” she asked, suddenly not sure how to bring up the phone call she’d had. She didn’t want him to think she was looking for him to come running to the rescue - again.

“We didn’t find anything. There were some deep tire tracks in the grass from a truck, but we have no way of finding out where it went, so we’re kind of at a dead end. Oh!” he said, brightening up. “I forgot to tell you last night that Mikey and I are making dinner tonight - it’s our turn this week. I thought I could bring you down here to eat before we go to the park.” He paused for a moment. “If that’s ok with you, I mean. I should have asked.”

“It sounds great, Donnie. I had a nice time last time you brought me there,” Charlie said, touched at how hard he was trying to please her. “And I hear there’s going to be some cake!”

“And a casserole,” Don said. “Charlie?” he said after another brief pause. “Is everything alright? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you called me - really glad - but you’ve never called me before and I know you’re at work, just now and you sound a bit sad, so…”

“I‘m ok!” she said, a bit too fast. “I mean, yeah. I’m alright. It’s just… I just wanted to say hi.”

“Hi!” he laughed.

“Hi,” she replied. She closed her eyes. He was so easy to talk to. “Um… I got a phone call this morning from the police.”

“Oh?” he said. He knew there was something wrong.

“They’ve arrested my dad. He got drunk and punched some woman at the Poetry Slam.”

Donatello snorted.

“I know, I know…” Charlie sighed. “The officer was really nice. He was the same guy I saw when I pressed the charges. He says that I’m going to get a call from dad’s lawyer about posting his bail.”

Don was quiet for a moment. “You’re not going to bail him out, are you? You know he’ll be back at your place as soon as he hit’s the street.”

Charlie sighed again. “Yeah, that’s what the officer said, too. He said that just between him and I, I should make myself hard to find for the next few hours. There’s a psychiatrist who’s going to talk to him this afternoon, if he’s still in jail.”

“So you’re not going to bail him out?” Don asked.

“No, I’m not…” Charlie said, choking up. “But I feel so guilty! He doesn’t have anyone else but me. He’s all alone…” She started to cry as quietly as she could.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” Don said softly. “It’s his fault if he’s alone. Anyone who’s that cruel deserves to be alone. Your dad has some serious problems, and I think it’s great that he’s going to be checked out by a shrink. You’re doing the right thing, Charlie, and you know it.”

Charlie took a deep breath, squelching her tears. “I know… I just… needed to say hi… I’d better get back to work though. I’ve been off the floor for a while.”

“Are you sure?” Don said, sounding worried. “Want me to come see you?”

“No, Donnie. You spend too much time babysitting me as it is,” Charlie said, wiping her eyes on a tissue and checking her reflection in the little mirror.

“You’re not weak, Charlie,” he said before they hung up. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

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An hour later, Charlie was on the second floor shelving books when the phone rang. She picked up the cordless phone she carried with her and answered with her most cheerful voice.

“Good-afternoon! Better Books! How may I help you?”

“You could start by coming over to the window so I can get a better look at you!”

Charlotte glanced around to make sure she was alone. “Donnie? Where are you?”

“Come to the window, baby,” he repeated with a laugh. Charlie hurried over to the nearest window and looked down to the street. “Up here,” Don’s voice said through the phone. Charlie looked into the clothing store across the street. “Higher,” he said and she immediately looked to the roof. Her face lit up as she saw him leaning on the ledge in his trench coat an fedora. She waved, slightly shocked, and he blew her a kiss.

“Donnie, what are you doing here!”

“I just wanted to say hi,” he said with a chuckle. Charlie leaned against the window frame and smiled.

“Hi,” she said.

“How’re you holding up?”

“Ok. I’m trying to keep busy. How long have you been there?” She asked, still feeling quite surprised to see him.

“Not long,” he said. “Splinter loves the books, by the way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t speak or read English quite as well as Japanese.” There was a long pause while they looked at each other from across the street.

“Have you been watching me?” she asked, suspiciously.

“Yes,” he said shamelessly. “You look amazing… but seriously, I only got here about five minutes ago, so I’m not technically spying on you.” Charlie giggled, then stopped as she saw a customer approaching. Don saw him too. “I’ll be back to pick you up later,” he said. “I’ll be down the street in Radio Shack until then if you need me.”

“Ok,” she said. “Bye!”

“Later!”

Charlie hung up and went to ask the man if he needed help finding anything. She glanced back to the roof, and Donnie gave her a quick wave before disappearing. “How could anyone spend hours in Radio Shack?” she wondered.
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