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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Author's note: Thanks for the review, Miss Cyn! I wasn't sure if anyone was still reading. :) And thanks to everyone who has left a review. They're like candy for my soul. :)
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Donatello winced as he flopped down on the couch at the apartment he shared with Charlie. He’d taken some harder hits than he had in years. He put his feet up, but Michelangelo kicked them out of the way before sitting down at the other end of the couch. Leonardo took up the matching chair. The ninja star was still stuck in his plastron and he tried again to pull it out before he sank back in his seat in defeat.
“Put your feet up, dude,” Donatello said. “We’ll have to go get my tools at the new house to get that out, but I need a rest first.”
“I am not putting my feet on Charlie’s coffee table,” Leo muttered. He was exhausted. Raphael’s call had gotten them out of bed at four in the morning and that club fight had been one hell of a rumble.
“It’s my coffee table too,” Don said. He put his own feet on it and slumped even lower. Michelangelo followed suit.
“We’ve just walked through the sewer,” Leo reminded him.
“No shit.” Michelangelo laughed softly at his lame joke and lay his head back.
Leonardo sighed and put his feet up, too.
Charlie burst through the door a moment later with two bags of ice that she’d picked up at the corner store. “Any word from Raphael?” she asked. She dropped the bags in the sink and started scooping ice into dishcloths. She tied the corners to make a bundle and handed one to each turtle.
“Thanks, honey,” Don said. He put his on his face, over his black eye. “He hasn’t called yet.”
Charlie bustled around, pouring glasses of water and handing out painkillers. “I know this is what you guys do,” she said, “but I don’t like it. What do I do if you get killed next time, Donnie?”
Don peeked out from under his makeshift ice pack. “I don’t like it either, honey, and believe me that has occurred to me… but you didn’t see those girls. We saved their lives.”
“I know, I know,” Charlie sighed. “You saved me from the Foot, too.” She tightened Mike’s bandage and took off his mask. “And I’m so grateful to be alive, but where does this end? Will you be fighting them your whole lives? Will our child have to worry about her daddy like I worried about you this morning?”
Leonardo nodded. “I agree,” he said. “I don’t know if we’re getting old or what, but I think we need to make a decision about our priorities.” He jerked hard on the ninja star and it finally popped out. Leo waved it around as he spoke. “This could have gone in my throat.” He chucked it on the table and leaned back again, then he pulled his own mask off and dropped it in his lap. “It’s been months since I wore this last and I didn’t miss it.”
“I dunno,” Mike said. “We’re not like, superheroes or anything, but we can do things that can really help people. I wouldn’t feel too good about myself if we just decided not to save people anymore.”
“There’s a difference between saving people from muggers and taking on the Foot,” Donatello said. His voice was a bit muffled from the ice pack.
Charlie slipped his mask off and looked at the blood splatter on it. “This isn’t your blood, is it?” she asked.
“No,” he said, quietly. Charlie sighed and rubbed his neck gently. She slipped her fingers under the front of his plastron and rubbed the bit of chest that wasn’t attached to his shell as she leaned down to rest her cheek against his. He reached a strong arm back and stroked her hair for a moment before letting it flop back on the couch. “I like this life I have now,” he added. “I don’t want to go back to hiding in the sewer and running for my life.”
“We had a lot of freedom then,” Mike countered, “And we were happy, weren’t we?” He watched as Charlie pressed a soft kiss to his brother’s temple and let out a deep sigh. “But I don’t blame you, bro. If I had what you do, I wouldn’t risk it for anything.”
A noise from the bathroom window startled them and they reached for their weapons. Raphael walked in a second later and lay down on the carpet in front of the couch. He was completely exhausted. Charlie grabbed a couch cushion and slid it under his head.
“I'm beat, guys." He sighed and sat up to take the painkillers Charlie offered him. He flopped down again and shut his eyes. “Splinter and April took Miguel back to Estella’s place and left so we could talk. I put him to bed and she took a shower.” He draped his arm over his eyes to block the light better. “She threw her dress in the trash and yelled at me for a while.”
“What?” Leo said. “Why was she yelling at you?”
Raphael shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Freaked out Latinas can get kinda passionate,” he said. “It’s a more expressive culture.”
“But is she okay with us?” Leo asked. “Do we need to be worried?”
“Nah,” Raphael said. “She slapped me a couple of times and we made out against the side of her fridge for a few minutes. She’s going to stay home from school today and I’ll see her this afternoon after we’ve both had some sleep.”
“That’s… that’s a lot to process,” Leo said. “What about the kid? He knows we’re real now, too, right? Is he scared?”
Raphael snorted and lifted his arm a bit so he could peek at his brother. “Leo, he’s six. I don’t think he ever questioned that we weren’t real in the first place.”
Everyone was silent for a few moments.
“So the little kids that come into the store think we’re real?” Mike said.
Raphael shrugged. “Kids take stuff at face value,” he said. “They don’t question things like adults do. They believe in Santa and the tooth fairy so why not us, too?”
There was more silence. Charlie lifted the ice off Don’s face to see if the swelling was going down around his eye.
“So you got a kiss?” Don said.
“I got a lap dance last night,” Raphael said with a smirk. “It was at gunpoint, but I think it still counts, right?”
Don threw the other cushion at him.
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