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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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“What took you so fucking long?” Raphael snarled as Donatello hopped down from a low roof to join his brothers and Casey Jones behind some dumpsters in an alley on 104th.

“I waited until I saw her get into a cab before I came,” Don snarled right back, not forgetting for a second what he’d been dragged away from. “And for your information, I’m not fucking late! Leo said to be here in ten minutes and it’s only been nine, thank you very fucking much.”

Michelangelo and Leo exchanged glances and Raphael stared at him in surprise. Donatello wasn’t usually this cranky. Raphael was supposed to be the hot head.

“And what’re you doing up here, Mikey?” Don snapped, nodding toward the cast. “Splinter said you had to stay in the lair until it comes off.”

“Yeah,” grinned Mikey, who was too glad to be outside to care how pissed off Donnie sounded. “But you said you’d take it off in a day or two, so we figure it must be better, right?”

Don sighed, feeling bad for being short with Mikey. “Yeah, it’s probably ok, but go easy on it. It’ll be weak for a while and you don’t want to break it again.”

“Guys!” hissed Casey from further down the alley where he was keeping watch. “Quit yappin’ like a buncha womenfolk and look alive!”

The turtles hurried over to see what he was looking at. About twelve members of the Foot were unloading big, heavy sacks from a truck into a van. They were working fast, and looking nervously around. Some of them had moved to stand guard, but they didn’t seem to be paying too much attention to anything.

Wordlessly, Leo gestured for Don and Mike to climb back on the low roof, and for Raph and Casey to sneak around to the other side of the building. They needed to find out what the Foot were up to.

Don boosted Mike up the wall before hauling himself up the drainpipe. They crouched down low on their bellies and peered over the edge, waiting for the signal to attack. Mike nudges his brother in the side with his elbow. “What’s eating you, bro?” he whispered. “Tell Dr. Mikey what crawled up your ass. Do I need to operate?” he grinned.

Don choked down a laugh. It was hard to stay mad around Michelangelo. “Nothing,” he lied. “I was just having a nice time with Charlie, is all.”

Now it was Mike’s turn to try to keep quiet. “A nice time? At the orchestra? Oh pul-eeze. What a lousy place to take a girl on a date!” He snickered at his unintentional joke and nudged Don to see if he’d gotten it. Don had a funny smile on and was staring off into space. “Donnie?” Mikey asked. Don snapped out of his trance and looked at Mike whose jaw was hanging open in shock. “Holy shell…” he whispered reverently. “Ho-ly shell… Did you really, Donnie? Fuck… that’s so… holy shell…”

“I know,” Donnie whispered back. “I can’t believe it either.”

Now it was Mikey’s turn to stare off into space for a moment. “Was it… y’know… good?” he asked, shyly.

“Better.” Don whispered, just as shyly. They smiled at each other, feeling a bit like kids again.

Suddenly they saw a flash of light come from where Leo was hiding and they jumped to their feet.

“COWABUNGA!” screamed Mikey as they leaped off the roof and onto the parked van. Mikey proceeded to jump right into the middle of the stunned Foot, nunchucks whirling.

Don jumped down on the opposite side of the van, his bo spinning above his head like a helicopter. The Foot weren’t much of a challenge. They were untrained, unarmed, and Mike and Don whacked their way through them in less than a minute.

Leo, Raph, and Casey took slightly longer, taking out the guards, who actually had guns, although they didn’t seem to know how to use them. Don thought the whole thing was very weird. Normally a band of Foot like this would be much better prepared and much more of a challenge. Mikey seemed equally confused.

“What’s with these losers?” he asked Leo as he looked around at the unconscious members of the Foot.

“I dunno,” Leo said, sheathing his katanas. “One of my guys just dropped his gun and ran away. He didn’t even try to shoot me!”

“They’re so young!” Raphael said. He’d knelt down and had pulled a few of their masks off.

“This is very fucking weird,” Casey said. “You don’t think they’re recruiting kids again, do you?”

Donatello was busy checking out the vehicles. "This is a helluva dent, Mikey," he said, looking at the smashed grill on the van. "Your shell saved your life!"

"Yeah, I know," Michelangelo agreed, coming to look. "If it had hit Charlie instead of me..." he coughed and trailed off. Don looked sick all of a sudden. "Anything inside?" Mike asked, changing the subject. Don went to look. The truck had nothing in it but the seat. There wasn’t even a pen or a CD. “Check their pockets for keys!” he called to the others as he went to look at the van. It turned out to be equally boring.

“I found a key,” Leo called. He tossed it to Donatello. Don caught the shining piece of metal and examined it. It was exactly that - a key. No chain, no markings, nothing.

“I’ve got the other one!” Casey said a moment later. He tossed it to Don as well.

“This was very carefully planned out, guys,” Don said, nudging one of the bags with his toe. It was lumpy and hard. “The vehicles have stolen lisence plates, and there are no personal effects in them. They’re not even using keychains!”

“How do you know they’re stolen?” Leo asked, moving around to the back of the truck to stand with Don.

“See this?” Don said, pointing to the bolts. “They’re brand new, but the plate is rusty.” He went back to look at one of the dropped bags. “Raph, come open this, will ya?” Raphael hurried over, pulled out a sai and ripped a big hole in the canvas. Several frozen chickens fell out onto the street.

The turtles and Casey stared at them in surprise for a long moment. “Does anyone else think that this is enough to feed a stolen alligator for a week?” Leonardo finally asked.

“Well, I’m no expert,” Mikey grinned, “But it’s either that or we’ve just ruined Shredder’s plans for one hell of a barbeque!”

Raphael took the keys from Don and flung them up onto the roof across the street while Leonardo slashed all the tires. It wasn’t much, but it might annoy Shredder a bit.

“I feel bad for the alligator,” Mikey said, looking genuinely worried as they climbed back down into the sewer. “It hasn’t done anything wrong, and it won’t get fed now because of us.”

“It’s ok, Mikey,” Don said, patting his brother’s shoulder as they reached the bottom. “The Foot will send another vehicle to get this stuff.”

“But it’ll be all thawed out by then!”

“That’s cool - alligators can eat rotten meat.” Michelangelo brightened up a bit at this.

“See you guys later!” Casey said, heading off in the opposite direction. “I need to get some shut-eye!”

“Later, dude!” Raph waved.

“Yeah, thanks, Casey!” Leo added as their friend disappeared down another tunnel.

The turtles started for home too, and Don pulled out his comm to call Charlie. Her phone rang a few times before she answered with a very sleepy “H-hello?”

“Hey!” he said. “Sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to make sure that you got home ok.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled still half asleep. “That’s sweet of you to call, Donnie. How’d it go tonight?”

“Didn’t find much,” he said. “Just some chickens.”

“Oh, that’s good…” she said, her voice trailing off. Don tried his best not to laugh audibly. She was clearly too tired to understand what he was saying, which was probably good because his brothers were listening and it meant that he didn’t have to bring up the fact that they’d just had sex for the first time.

“Go back to bed, baby,” he said. “I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok… nighty-night, Donnie.”

“Night!” He pressed ‘end’ and tucked the comm away. The turtles walked on in silence for a moment - Leo and Raph in front and Don and Mikey behind.

Finally, Raphael couldn’t hold it in any more. “Nighty-night, Donnie!” he said in a mock-girly voice, while he turned his head batted his eyelashes at Don. He even made a few kissing sounds for good measure. The turtles burst out laughing - even Don thought it was funny.

“Are you allowed to make fun of her now, dude?” Mikey asked him.

“He’s not making fun of her - I am!” Raphael said. “And actually, I’m really making fun of Donnie. She’s made him go all mushy.”

“I thought she had the opposite effect on him,” snickered Leo.

“I’m right here!” Don said, shoving Leo playfully, while he laughed along with the others. It was nice to hang out with them. They didn’t spend as much time together since he’d started seeing Charlie at every opportunity.

Mikey nudged him discreetly and nodded toward the turtles in the front with a raised eyebrow. He’d never tell them Don’s secret in a million years, but he wanted to know if Don was going to tell them yet or not so he didn’t accidentally spill the beans.

Donatello knew what Mike was asking, and he thought for a moment about whether he was ready for this to be public knowledge. Mike was clearly dying to ask him about it and he knew the others would be too…

“Fuck it,” he thought. He nodded to Mikey. “You tell ‘em,” he said.

“Tell us what?” Leo asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“You sure, dude?” Mikey asked. “Don’t you want to?”

“Tell us what?” Leo asked again.

“Yeah,” Raph added. “Tell us what?”

Michelangelo looked at Don again to be sure this was what his brother wanted. Don didn’t stop him so Mikey grinned and bellowed, “DONNIE GOT LAID!!!”
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