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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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Wow! More great reviews! I must be doing something right! To bring up a point made by Werty,
I did think about posting this story on FF.net along with my other ones, editing out the dirty parts of course, but I had to get away from that place for awhile and try something different. If I keep getting a good response, I probably will post this story there. Thanks to everyone for their kind words. I appreciate it very much! Enjoy!
Chapter Four: Secrets
“What took you so long? You do realize that it’s 30-some degrees out here. ”
Carrie blew up her bangs and rolled her eyes at her editor. “You are such a baby. Get in here.”
Barry’s six foot slender frame stepped into Carrie’ living room, taking time to run his fingers through his wavy black hair before removing his coat and hanging it on the rack behind the door. He then knelt down to remove his shoes, but stopped when his nose caught something in there air.
“I smell your soon-to-be-world famous chicken soup.” He finished unlacing the shoes and slid them off, setting them next to the fireplace. “Did you make that just for me?”
Carrie squinted her eyes and leaned her head to one side. “ Aren’t we full of ourselves today?”
“I always am.” Barry replied with a smug smile. “You didn’t answer my question, by the way. What took you so long to answer the door? You knew I would be here at five, and you know that I always arrive on time.”
“Oh, I was, uh, upstairs,” Carrie motioned with her finger to the staircase. “Working. On the book. And I, uh, had my... headphones in, and the volume turned up. Hard to hear things sometimes.”
Barry eyed Carrie, noting the stammer in her voice, and he had known her long enough to know that it always appeared whenever Carrie was nervous about something.
“Oh, really?” Barry crossed one of his toned arms across his chest and tapped on his glasses. “So you wouldn’t care if I went up there and looked it over then?” He pushed past Carrie and reached for the banister, suddenly feeling a hand grab a hold of his black sweater and pull him back. He turned his head over his shoulder and produced another smug smile as Carrie laughed nervously.
“How about I go get it?”
Barry chuckled, then turned completely around. “Okay Girlie, what are you hiding?”
“Hiding?” Carrie said defensively. “I’m not hiding anything!”
“You got someone up there?” Barry took a step backward and peered around the banister to the upstairs hallway. “You weren’t in the middle of some wild sexual act, were you?”
“No!” Carrie yelled, her nose wrinkled in disgust. “Even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!”
Barry’s chuckles erupted into roaring laughter, and he placed his arm around Carrie neck. “Girlie, you kill me sometimes! I was only messing around with you!”
Carrie’s jaw dropped and she pushed Barry away, and headed for the kitchen. “Asshole.”
“Yes, you’ve said that before too!” Barry chased after her, but stopped for a brief moment when he caught the sudden slamming of the second story guestroom door. His blue eyes blinked toward the kitchen, then back up the stairs, knowing very well that his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, and he began to ascend the stairs when Carrie’s voice called him back down.
“Are you going to eat or what?”
Barry strained his neck to look around the hallway behind the white banister, then moved backwards down the steps.
“Coming, my dear.” And he took one last puzzled look before going on his way.
“Raph! What are you doing? Lay back down! You’re going to rip your stitches apart!”
Raphael poked his head back through the open window, one leg and half of his body still perched in the box windowsill, and glared at Leonardo, who had suddenly rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.
“Fuck that! I’m breakin’ outta here!” He then pointed his finger at his brother. “If ya any sense at all, you’d come with me!” His head disappeared behind the thick drapes and Leonardo crossed his arms over his chest plates, shaking his head at Raphael’s actions once more.
“Raph, you do realize that we are on the second floor and it’s thirty foot drop straight down, right?”
Raphael poked his head back through and growled again. “So what? We jump across rooftops that are higher than this! Ya think I can’t make it or somethin’?”
Leonardo closed his mouth, letting a smile grow, then sat down on the side of the bed directly in front of the window, bringing his legs up and crossing them. He placed his palms together and rested his chin on his fingertips, the smiled still lingering on.
“Okay, fine. Go ahead and leave.” He said calmly. “ I can’t stop you.”
“Damn right ya can’t!” Raphael exclaimed. “ ‘Bout time ya figured that out too!”
His head vanished again, and Leonardo held his laughter back as he watched Raphael wiggle his bulky shell through the window, cursing and grumbling at the intense pains from his injury. Raphael looked around, noting that the coast was clear and ignored the bitter wind as he shuffled his rear out onto the window ledge. He looked around once more, and began to push himself off when he heard a familiar growling noise which suddenly turned into vicious barking from below him. He peered down to see the same two German Shepherds that had cornered him in the woods days before.
“Not again!” Leonardo heard Raphael yell. “I swear I’m gonna rip those dogs a new one!”
Leonardo laughed as his brother tried to push himself back through the window, only to get twisted around in the small space, and he cried out as the pull of his injury caused him more pain. Leonardo stood up and moved closer to Raphael, but showed no intention of helping his brother out.
“What’s the matter? Change your mind?”
Raphael narrowed his eyes under his red mask and pressed his lips together in a deep frown. “Just shut up and help me.”
“Only if you try and be a little better toward Carrie.” Leonardo placed his hands on his hips. “You had no right to act the way you did and you really upset her.”
The angry frown suddenly turned into a confused one. “Ya really think I give a shit if I made her cry?”
“Fine, if that’s the way you feel about. Stay out there and freeze then.”
“Okay, okay!” Raphael extended his arm out to Leonardo, another cold wind chilling him. “I’ll try, all right, just help me! It’s cold and the pain ain’t gettin’ any better, ya know!”
Leonardo smiled, glad at having won an argument for once and gently helped his brother back through the window and back onto the bed, readjusting the pillows that supported Raphael’s shell before leaning him back.
“What’s the deal with that you and that chick anyway, bro?” Raphael asked as Leonardo pushed him back.
“‘The deal’?” Leonardo repeated, not knowing where Raphael was going with his question.
“Yeah, I mean, you’ve been defendin’ her a lot.” Raphael then smiled and slowly nodded his head. “Ya got a thing for her, don’t ya?”
Leonardo’s eyes grew wide in shock. “Excuse me?”
“I can’t blame ya. She’s nice ta look at.” Raphael’s eyes drifted to the ceiling, his smile growing bigger. “From what I saw, she’s got a nice fuckin’ body too. Not too thin, just the right amount of curves.”
“Good grief.” Leonardo mumbled as he quickly stood up and went to close the window.
“I never thought yer taste in women was that great, especially after that whole thing with Karai years ago, but I think ya got a winner here.”
“Don’t start that again, Raph.” Leonardo warned. “And quit saying I had feelings for Karai. It wasn’t like that at all!”
“I’m tellin’ ya, Leo,” Raphael pressed on, his grin stretching across his face. “If ya would just give in and get laid, just one time even, ya wouldn’t be so uptight anymore!”
Leonardo sighed heavily and crossed his arms over his chest. “I should have just pushed you out of that window.”
Raphael cackled loudly, then winced in pain as his laughter shook his aching abdomen, but kept on smiling at the no-nonsense look his brother was casting upon him. It was then that the two turtles heard voices coming from across the hall, and Leonardo immediately threw his hand up at Raphael, waving at him to be quiet. He tiptoed across the floor and grabbed the door handle, opening it ever so slightly to see what was going on.
“So?”
Barry set the stack of papers down and removed his glasses to rub at his tired eyes. “Well, it’s not that bad, but-,”
“But what?” Carrie asked, feeling a knot build up in her stomach.
“Your characters, they’re just-,” Barry messed with his hair again as he thought. “What’s the word I’m looking for? Lost!”
“Huh?”
Barry strode across the room and joined Carrie on the bench under the window, trying to find a way to explain himself better. “The characters, it’s like they became totally different people between this book and the last. And I know that if I can see that, I know your readers will too.”
“Of course they’ve become different people, Barry.” Carrie sighed. “In the last book, Luke was sent to military school, Jackie was kidnaped by her stepfather, and they both went through some really bad things before coming back home, things that would completely change the way a person sees the world, and it put a strain on their love for each other.”
If you say so,” Barry stood back and let out the yawn he had been holding in. “Just maybe try and tweak them a little, just as a suggestion. And finish it too, while you’re at it.”
Carrie hugged the pillow on her lap tighter and gazed out the window. “I’m just so sick of writing romance crap, Barry. Here I am giving the romance away to others when my life is completely void of it!” She let out a sigh, leaning her head back against the inside of the window. “Maybe I should give Mark another shot.”
“Oh, don’t you dare stoop that low, Girlie!” Barry wagged his finger at Carrie. “After the way that asshole treated you, how could you even think of going back to him?”
“Because he was great in bed.” Carrie stated half-jokingly, laughing at the disapproving pout on her editor’s face. “I’m sorry, Barry. I’ve just lost all hope on myself. I can’t even get anyone to publish my novel. It must really suck.”
Barry shook his head and sat back down, trying Carrie into his arms and pulling her closer. “Now, Carrie, you know as well as I do that your novel is a fantastic read! It just needs the right publisher. So stop with the self pity thing.” He leaned back and brushed her hair out of her face and behind her ears, only to have a few strands fall back around her cheeks. “And don’t complain about being lonely either. If you didn’t sit here in this house by yourself and went out once in awhile, you’d meet someone.”
Carrie pushed Barry away from her, a growl escaping her throat as she stood up. “Thanks a bunch for making me feel better. Asshole.”
“Well, it’s true!” Barry continued. “You have no one to blame but yourself. Maybe you have been writing romance too long. Are you expecting someone to just show up on your doorstep and say ‘I love you, Carrie! Be with me forever!’, just like in the books? Real life doesn’t work that way, Girlie, and you know it.”
A sad frown appeared on Carrie’s face, knowing that Barry was right. “I know. I just- after Mark, I can’t trust anyone anymore! It’s hard to find a guy that will want more than just sex.”
“Uh, excuse me?” Barry lifted his right hand into the air and shook it around. “I’m not like that!”
“Barry, please,” Carrie smiled at the false look of hurt that rested on Barry’s tanned face. “You’re dating an stripper.”
“Exotic dancer, thank you.” Barry corrected her, then smiled shamefully at Carrie’s raised eyebrows, and he tossed his hair around. “Okay, she’s a stripper.” He let out another yawn and glanced at the gold watch wrapped around his right wrist. “I’m so beat. I hate flying across the ocean. Time messes with me too much.”
“I hate the fact that you didn’t invite me to go to Paris with you!” Carrie slumped into her leather chair in front of her computer and popped her knuckles. “I’ll never forgive you.”
Barry chuckled. “Neither will my mother.” He looked through the door across the hall and raised a finger to the guestroom. “Would you mind if I crashed here tonight? I really don’t have the energy to drive into town.”
“Yeah, sure. It’s fine.” Carrie waved him on, her eyes glued to the computer screen, and her fingers pounding away in a furious pace on the keyboard.
Barry nodded, turning back toward the door when he noticed the slight crack in the door had suddenly slammed shut again. His suspicions were growing, for he knew that a door couldn’t close itself, and it only made him more determined to find out what was hiding behind it. He crossed the hallway, his hand extending out for the shiny brass doorknob and was suddenly pushed back as Carrie jumped in between him and the door.
“Actually, there’s a, uh, leak! Yeah, there’s a leak in the ceiling! Big mess!” Carrie spun Barry around and held onto his shoulders as she hastily shoved him back down the steps. “ And the hotel in town had much better rooms than this old drafty house!”
“Wait a second, Carrie-,” Barry began but was cut off as Carrie sat him down on the couch and fetched his shoes, even taking the time to kneel down to put them on his feet for him.
“And don’t you think that I need some privacy so I can finish my book?” Carrie tied the shoelaces so tight that Barry felt a slight punch on each foot as she pulled him back up and placed his wool coat around his shoulders. “ And some quiet? You snore really loud, you know!”
“Hang on a-,” Barry tried to cut in again, but stopped when his face meet the harsh autumn wind as Carrie flung the door open and pushed him onto her front porch.
“Now remember to tell them that you know me so you can get free porn, okay? See you tomorrow!” Carrie smiled, then slammed the door in Barry’s face, leaving him utterly confused about what had exactly happened in the last ten seconds.
Carrie watched through the peephole in the door, waiting until Barry’s green Jaguar was at the end of her gravel driveway before jaunting back upstairs. She knocked softly, and waited until she heard Leonardo’s voice before she opened the door.
“Who was that?” Leonardo asked, peering over his shoulder, his back to her as he sat cross-legged on the bed.
“That was my editor.” Carrie crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe. “He’s gone now so you can come back downstairs.” Carrie then heard a low chuckle coming from the turtle in the red mask, and she rose her defenses as she remember the last encounter with him. “And what, exactly, is so funny?”
“Was I talkin’ ta you?” Raphael snapped back, smiling wickedly as the hurt returned to Carrie’s face.
“Raph, stop it.” Leonardo said quietly as he turned around and jumped to his feet. “Just ignore him, Carrie.”
“Ignore me? Ha!” Raphael said with a smirk. “He’s the one ta look out for! Poor guy is so sexually frustrated, ya don’t know what he’s capable of!”
“What?!” Carrie cried out, dropping her arms and giving Leonardo a horrified look while Raphael bursted out in laughter again. Leonardo flashed his brother an evil glare before moving past Carrie and down the stairs. Carrie stared at Raphael for another moment, wanting to say something, but still not knowing how to approach him, then quickly turned and left before giving him another chance to rip at her.
Raphael’s laughter soon died down when he noticed the room was empty, and he was left alone with only the grumbling of his stomach to keep him company.
“Hey!” He yelled at the open door. “I thought I was gettin’ somethin’ to eat!” When no response came back, Raphael crossed his arms in anger and pouted. “ What a crock! Prisoners get better treatment than this!”
He then heard soft footsteps ascending back up the stairs, and Carrie reappeared holding a wooden tray in her hands, being careful not to spill the hot soup or the glass of fruit juice as she placed it across Raphael’s lap. Their eyes met for a brief second, neither one of them saying a word. Carrie offered the turtle a slight smile before leaving the room again, and it was only after she left that Raphael smiled back.
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