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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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It was dark by the time Donatello and Raphael got to the bookstore. They climbed up onto the roof of the department store across the road where weeks ago, Don had hidden to watch Charlie get the flowers he’d sent. Charlie was sitting on a bench down the block, alone, watching the firemen douse the last of the flames. The building was still standing, but the intense heat had blown the glass out of the windows and burned the building’s entire contents.

Don pulled out his shell cell and called Charlie. He saw her stiffen slightly as her phone rang, but she didn’t move to answer it.

“Fuck!” Raph said, slamming a strong fist against the brick. “Fuck! We need to get her hidden before the Foot come back!”

As they’d gone running through the sewer to get to Charlie, Donatello and Raphael had panted their ideas back and forth on what had happened. The Foot obviously had the wrong girl. They wanted the one that Donatello was dating and in love with, not her friend.

“I fucking know that!” Don said, hitting re-dial. She still didn’t move to answer. It killed Don that he couldn’t just walk out there and comfort her - she looked like hell. If they hadn’t taken her to the farm, then she’d be the missing girl, not Lisa.

Raphael pulled out his shell cell and called Leonardo to tell him where they were and what was going on. Don kept hitting re-dial every time he got cut off. Finally, he put the phone away - she just wasn’t going to answer. Was she in shock? Did she blame him? They had to get her out of there. Now. How long would it be until Shredder figured out that Lisa wasn’t Charlie? And what would they do to Lisa? Rape her? Kill her? Fuck, she might be dead already. Don knew it was a horrible thing to wish for, but if they’d killed Lisa right away, without knowing she was the wrong person, then Charlie was safe... for a while.

He pulled out his cell and started dialing Casey’s number. Casey could go right to the bench and get her. It rang and rang and rang... no answer.

“Why the fuck doesn’t any-fucking-body answer their fucking phones?!” he cried, sliding down the wall in despair.

“We do, bro,” Mike said, appearing over the top of the wall with Leonardo. He went to look over the front wall at Charlie. “She’s too far away for me to chuck a ninja star into the bench to get her attention,” he grumbled.

“Doesn’t she have her shell phone on her?” Leo asked.

“She does,” Don sighed, “but for some reason, she won’t answer... I... I don’t know why.” Don couldn’t help stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks. He looked up and watched the huge cloud of smoke fading into the night sky as it carried Charlie’s dreams away.

Leo knelt down and put his arms around his brother, hugging him hard. “It’s okay,” he said in Japanese. “She’s safe, Donnie. That’s what really matters.”

Don shook his head and looked at Raph. The red turtle’s mask had dark patches under each eye where the fabric was absorbing his tears. He turned quickly and stormed away to the other side of the roof.

“It’s not just this,” Don said, his voice cracking. “April called while you were out... he’s... she says he doesn’t have long and that we need to go there as soon as possible in case...” he couldn’t finish.

“Oh, God no...” Michelangelo breathed, sitting down heavily next to Don. Leo fell heavily backwards from his kneeling position and sat down hard on the ground.

Mikey was crying openly, like a little boy. Leo reached out and put a strong arm around his brother, absently. He was too shocked to even breathe... he knew this was coming, but it couldn’t happen yet. He wasn’t ready. Raphael appeared back at their side and sat down, too while the plume of smoke above them started to shrink.

“Whadda we do, Leo?” he asked, gruffly, his voice deep and gravelly. Mike turned quickly away and vomited. Don reached out to hold the ends of the orange bandana out of the puddle of puke.

Leo sighed deeply. “We need to go to our father. He’s dying. Charlie is safe for now, so we can leave her. We’ll keep calling Casey and ask him to go to her apartment and check on her... actually, we should see if he’ll take her back to his place - she shouldn’t stay there in case The Foot have figured out they’ve got the wrong girl and come back for her.”

Don shook his head, confused. He didn’t know what to do... he couldn’t leave Charlie, but he had to... No. He couldn’t. She needed him... but if she wanted him to be with her, she would have answered her phone, right? He felt Leo’s hand on his knee and looked at the blue turtle. Leo understood, and somehow that helped.

Tires squealed on the street below them and they all jumped up to see what was going on. A shitty, old, black van was driving backwards down the street. Bystanders jumped out of its way as it crashed through the police barriers and screamed to a halt at the bench next to Charlie. She blinked at it like she’d never seen a car before.

“So she is in shock,” Don thought, not sure if he should be relieved or not. At least she didn’t hate him... he hoped.

The back doors of the van burst open and four Foot soldiers jumped out.

“No!” Don shouted, running to the edge of the roof. He jumped and landed in a crouch on the next roof, before taking off in a run along it, toward his girlfriend. He was not going to let them take her away from him. He reached into his belt and pulled out a ninja star. Then he tore the left wristband off his arm that contained a tiny, hidden tracking meter - since Mikey had vanished that night, Leo had asked him to put one on each of them for safety. He slowed a little as he wrapped the fabric around the star, but sped up quickly again, trying to get close enough to throw it. The van was driving away now with Charlie inside. She’d kicked and screamed when they’d grabbed her, but it had been four against one - she never stood a chance.

Don got to the edge of the last building in the block as the van turned and sped away. He braced his foot on the ledge and flung the star as hard as it could, knowing that her life was over if he missed. The star slammed into the solid back door of the van with Don’s purple fabric still wrapped around it.

The other turtles arrived at his side a second later. Donatello pulled his shell cell out as he turned to face them. He flipped the device open and pressed a few buttons.

“I’ve got the signal,” he said, jogging quickly across the roof to the fire escape. If he got into the sewer, he could move faster than if he stuck to the alleys. “I’m going to get her back.”

The other turtles looked at each other, each of them remembering that poem. They needed to go to Splinter, but this was also their chance to finally stop Shredder.

“Hey!” Leonardo called to Don, following him. Donatello turned back quickly to face them. He looked murderously angry. “Let’s do this together,” Leo said, putting his fist out. Raph put his hand on Leo’s wrist and Mike put his hand on Raph’s. Don was shaking with rage, but he put his hand on Mike’s, completing the square.

“I’m gonna kill them all,” he whispered.
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