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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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For the last hour she had been lying on a big blanket under a huge oak tree in the back yard with Donatello, reading. He had propped himself up against the trunk and she had lain on the ground with her head pillowed on his muscular thigh. His rough, three-fingered hand stroked her head and threaded through her soft hair. Charlie was exhausted from her hike with Raph and the cool shower she’d taken when they’d gotten back had soothed her burning muscles. The smell of the fresh grass, rich earth, and gentle wildflowers invaded her senses, and she had dozed off in the warm country air.

“I can’t believe dat she made it all the way up there,” Raphael said. He had joined Michelangelo in the pond as soon as they’d gotten back. Mike was in his floating chair with a beer in the cupholder and his sunglasses on. Raphael swam over to the edge of he pond where Mike had left a picnic cooler of ice and grabbed himself a beer. He cracked the lid off in his hand, chucked it back into the cooler and propped his elbows up on the bank to look at Don and Charlie while he sipped his beer.

“I can, bro,” Mike said, proudly. “That night she got me back to her place, I was trying to stand up on my own, but I couldn’t do it. When she decides she’s gonna do something, I guess she just does it.”

“I tried ta teach her how ta meditate... I thought it might be good for the little bookworm, y’know?” Raph said, looking back at his brother.

“Oh yeah?” Mike said, interested. “How’d she do?”

“Not bad,” the red turtle shrugged. “I was thinkin’ that I might try ta work with her a little. Maybe a couple of times a week. She’s gonna have a fucking stroke if she keeps going the way she is.”

“That sounds cool, dude. It’d probably be better if you did it that Donnie. They’d just wind up making out or something. I don’t know how he keeps his hands off her when she smells like she does now.”

“Yeah, I know. I could smell her this morning a couple of times.” Raph paused and sipped some more beer. “She loves him.”

Mike peered over his glasses to look hard at his brother. “And just how do you know, Raphael?” he said, suspiciously.

“Cause I just out and asked her.” Raph said, turning back to his brother.

“Fuck, dude! Talk about personal! Geez!” Mike shook his head, shocked.

“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t want Donnie ta get hurt, y’know? I was just watchin’ his back.”

Mike sighed and pushed his sunglasses back up his nose. “Fuck, dude... fuck.” He took his sweating beer out of his cup holder and sipped some too. “At least we’re loveable.”

“Yeah. Dat’s what I thought, too... Hey Mike?”

“Yeah, bro?”

“Think we’ll ever have that?” The brothers looked back to Don and his girlfriend. They looked so peaceful together, Charlie asleep with her novel abandoned next to her, her damp hair loose and flowing around her like her light summer dress. don was reading Popular Mechanics while he absently stroked his big thumb along the curve of her slender neck.

“I have to keep hoping that we will, dude. Someday we all will. It might take a while, but we’ll make it happen.”

It was only when Leo dragged the clanging old barbeque out of the garage, that Charlie finally woke up. Mike and Raph had dragged themselves out of the pond and were walking around “naked,” which still weirded Charlie out. She rolled over and looked at Don.

“Hey, handsome,” she said softly, moving to lie at his side in the grass. His chest puffed out a little and he grinned at her.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, sliding down opposite her and propping himself up on his elbow. He took her tiny fingers in his and pressed her hand against his plastron. “Have I ever told you that my heart skips a beat when you smile at me?” Charlie smiled sweetly at him, a light flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. Don leaned down and kissed her as tenderly as he could. Every inch of her was soft, curvy, and dewy. The sun was bringing out little freckles on her nose and she had the slightest sunburn that gave her a healthier look. She truly was beautiful.

Donatello found her tongue with his and slowly drank in the taste of her warm mouth. He felt happier than he had in a very long time and that confused him a little. He was happy here with her and his brothers, in this wild place where they didn’t have to hide in the dark, but he missed Master Splinter desperately. Part of him felt like he shouldn’t allow himself to feel the joy he felt in this beautiful moment, but the other part of him believed that she could take the pain away from him if she loved him as much as he knew he loved her.

Don lifted his face away from her and nuzzled her nose. He didn’t care if his brothers saw any of this. They’d just have to get used to it.

“C’mon, Charlie,” Michelangelo said, emerging from the backdoor with an old shoe box tucked under his arm. “Donnie, I’m borrowing your girlfriend for a while.” He reached down for her hand and pulled her up, dragging her across the yard toward the barn.

“Where are we going?” she asked, trotting along next to his big strides. “What’s in the box?” She looked back at Don, worried that he’d be ticked that the was being stolen away. He winked at her, hopped up and started shaking out the blanket. When she turned back to Mike, Don and Leo exchanged knowing looks. She had no idea that the brothers had a plan to stop another perfect opportunity from being ruined for Don.

Mikey grinned his cheeky smile and dropped the box on the ground. The lid popped off; it was full of ninja stars. “Every play darts?” he asked, grabbing a careful handful of the razor-sharp stars.

“No,” Charlie said, shyly, fingering the one he passed to her.

“Well, you’ll learn fast,” Mike grinned. He pointed to the barn where a life-sized outline of a man had been drawn on the wall with chalk. “Now,” he said,” where do you want me to hit him?”

“What?” Charlie said, shocked.

Mike rolled his eyes. “Babe, I’m trying to impress you here. Throw me a bone.”

Charlie giggled, “Okay... um, the chest?” Like lightening, Mike’s arm snapped out and a star slammed into the left side of the chest. Charlie was beyond impressed. “Wow, Mikey!”

“Yup,” Michelangelo said, rocking back on his heels. “I’m pretty awesome.”

Charlie laughed. “Can you hit the centre?” she asked.

“Why would I wanna do that? The heart’s on the left,” Mike said. He shrugged and then launched another star. This one landed squarely in the centre of the figure’s chest. Charlie was beyond impressed. Mike hadn’t been off-centre the first time, he’d been accurate... deadly accurate. She remembered what Raphael had said about ninjas and killing.

“Can you actually kill someone with these?” she asked, in horrified awe.

Twack! A third star logged itself in the figure’s throat.

“Yup,” Mike said, placing two in his throwing hand. TWACK! They landed together in the figure’s head where the eyes would be. He looked at Charlie, slyly. “Is this freakin’ you out or do you wanna learn?”

Charlie looked at the star she still held in her hand. “Show me,” she said.

Mike grinned and dropped his other stars back in the box. He took Charlie’s hand and showed her how to hold the tiny weapon. “Pinch it here,” he said, moving her fingers slightly. “Now, it’s a snapping motion with your arm. Your arm has to move fast and then stop fast, but the energy should keep flowing through the star so that it picks up the momentum and goes spinning.”

“Okay,” Charlie said, unsure.

“Don’t worry, babe, just ignore our dude there and try to just get it to stick into the wall.” He stepped back and looked at her encouragingly. “You might not get it on your first try, but you’ll get it pretty quickly, I promise.”

Charlie tried to throw it like Mike did, but it just slapped slowly into the barn and fell on the ground.

“That’s why we have a shoebox full of them,” Mike said, passing her another. Her second shot didn’t stick either. Or her third. Or fourth, or fifth. Mike passed star after star after star, giving her little tips about how to hold her elbow and wrist. Then finally, on her seventeenth shot, a tip of the star stuck into the barn.

“I did it!” she squealed, jumping up and down.

“I told ya!” Mike said, holding his hands up for her to double-high-five him. “Now do it again.”

Charlie had gone through the whole shoebox by the time Leo and Raph called them for supper. There were stars scattered all over the side of the barn and on the ground below. Charlie gathered the ones on the ground and Mike pried the others out of the wall. Only two of Charlie’s stars had hit the figure - one in his right thumb and the other was pretty close to his crotch. Mike had roared with laughter over that one and had even called his brothers over to see.

“But I wasn’t aiming there!” Charlie cried, slightly embarrassed. “I was just trying to hit the wall!”

Even Leonardo had to snicker about it, before hurrying back to the barbeque to turn the pork chops.

“Thanks, Mikey,” Charlie said, quietly as they headed back to the house, the box tucked beneath his arm. The sun was starting to set and the boys had dishes and plates of food out on the picnic table on the back porch. He put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her in close.

“No sweat, Charlie,” he said, “Let’s work on it some more later.”

Charlie smiled at him and then looked serious for a moment. “Why are you showing me how to use those things?” she asked with a slight frown.

Mike sighed and smiled at her, only it wasn’t his usual clownish grin. He looked older and very serious. “I’m teaching you, because they’re small and they’ll fit in your purse. I’m teaching you because I want you to feel safer when you’re alone. I’m teaching you because you’re my best pal and I love you and I want you to be able to defend yourself.”

Charlie looked up at him - there was something he wasn’t saying, but she knew what it was - Shredder. If he ever found out that she was close to the turtles, he might try to use her to get to them... he might try to hurt her. Mike bit the inside of his cheek, knowing that she knew what was in his head and he looked away, feeling like shit that he might be scaring her.

Charlie stopped walking and reached up to put her arms around Mike’s neck. He hugged her with one arm, the box still held in his other. “I love you too, Mikey,” she said. “You’re the best pal I’ve ever had.”
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