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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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Much to Don’s surprise, Charlie was standing in the little alley at the manhole cover, waiting for him. He nearly leaped at her in his haste to sweep her up into his arms. He buried his nose in her neck and breathed in the smell of her hair. “You always smell so good,” he said, sighing heavily against her, feeling like he’d just come home. She clung tightly to his neck so he could only pull back a little bit to look at her.

“I love you, handsome,” she said against his mouth as she started to kiss him. He smiled under her lips, glad to have her back.

“I love you, too,” he said, nuzzling her nose. “How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Oh Donnie, you’ve already done so much for me. I want to do something nice for you, instead,” Charlie said, slyly.

“Oh?” said Don, interested. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll explain back at your place.” She untangled herself from his arms and bent to pick up two of four big paper bags of Chinese take-out. She looked sadly at his fading bruises and the stitches that were still in his thigh. The guys had fought spectacularly well that night, but they had really suffered as well. Her own injuries were fading, but she still looked rough, too.

As they stepped inside the lair’s big, round door, Michelangelo jumped out of the kitchen and lifted Charlie right up off the floor in a big bear hug that made her drop the bags she was carrying. “Charlie! Thank goodness you’re back! Don’s been driving us all nuts.”

“I missed you, too, Mikey,” she laughed, hugging him back. He had stitches in his shoulder and his left hand was bandaged.

He set her back down and bit his cheek nervously. “You okay?” he asked seriously. “We were all kind of a mess without you. These guys,” he said, gesturing to his brothers, “were kinda scared that it was going to be too much for you and that you’d break up with Don and leave us, but I kept telling them you wouldn’t wig out too much, not after what you did to Shredder. You saved us all,” he paused. “You’re my best pal, you know.” Mike looked at his feet.

“Mikey, listen, we need to get a few things straight here,” Charlie said, cutting him off. The other turtles had gathered around her. They looked tired and worried and she noticed that Raphael and Leonardo were stitched and bandaged too. All of the turtles had new cuts and scrapes on their shells. “First of all,” she said, “You and I are still, and always will be, best pals, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, brightening up. His green cheeks went a shade darker as he blushed a little.

“Secondly,” she continued, “I will not be breaking up with Donnie, so you can stop worrying about that, okay?”

The turtles smiled at each other, slightly embarrassed, and nodded.

“Okay, now I’m starving, so let’s eat,” Charlie finished, picking up the bags. Leo ran to the dojo to get Splinter, who’d started working out again and Charlie and the other turtles settled in on the couches with the take-out. Don reached for Charlie and pulled her into his lap, holding her close. He felt so tired, like he hadn’t slept in a week. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and rested his head on her shoulder, shutting his eyes.

“Charlotte! How lovely to see you!” Master Splinter called, cheerily as he stepped into the livingroom with Leonardo. He looked healthier than she’d ever seen him. He’d had his hair cut and looked very distinguished with the bit of gray that showed at his temples. She stood and hugged him and he gave her a little secret smile. “So you have made some decisions, then?” he asked.

“Yes, I have,” Charlie said, nodding. She went back to Don and sat down at his side, taking his hand.

“What decisions?” Don asked, pulling her in closer to him with a strong arm. He wasn’t going to let her get more than a few inches away ever again.

Charlie smiled and reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a DVD. She passed it to Mike, who looked confused. He stuffed the egg roll he’d been holding into his mouth, took the disc and popped it into the DVD player.

Raphael looked at Don for clarification, but Don just shrugged, equally confused.

The screen flashed brightly and a jingle played as the word VIACOM floated onto the screen.

“They’re an architectural company, aren’t they?” Donatello said as everyone gathered around to watch. Charlie nodded and took an egg roll off Michelangelo’s plate, sat back, and took a bite. His eyes were glued to the screen and he didn’t even notice.

Charlie’s bookstore appeared on the screen in a 3D computer animation. It looked almost real, only this version of it wasn’t burned down - it was completely remodeled and modern-looking. The camera floated in through the front doors and panned across the newly-designed ground floor. There were new bookshelves, a bigger magazine and comic section, and a local-interest section. The camera floated into an elevator and up to the second floor where there were more shelves. Most of the room seemed to have fiction books, but one side has small shelves and little tables for a children’s section.

The camera floated back into the elevator and onto the third floor, which was filled with fiction books, before floating back into the elevator and going up to the roof. The doors opened onto a glassed in room with a bar at one end with several fancy coffee machines, sandwiches, soups, and desserts. There were intimate tables for two, and large plushy couches and chairs, set artfully around.

The camera pulled back, farther and farther, until the whole building came into view and the turtles could read the new sign that spanned the side of the building in bright, lit up, white letters: BETTER BOOKS. Underneath, in green, neon lights, an italic font added: and turtle cafe.

The turtles gasped as the screen image faded out and the screen went black. The VIACOM logo reappeared and the DVD stopped.

“What the shell?!” Mike choked.

“Do you like it?” Charlotte asked nervously.

“What is it?” Leonardo said. He left his standing place behind the couch and came around to sit on the floor next to Raphael.

“It’s our freedom,” Donatello said, completely floored. Charlie smiled up at him and kissed the bottom of his chin as he started to laugh. This was why she loved him - they ‘got’ each other.

“I don’t get it,” Mike said, turning to look at Charlie. “I’m glad you’re rebuilding your store, but I don’t get it... Geez, Donnie! Stop laughing! What’s so funny?”

“He ain’t laughing cause it’s funny,” Raphael said, leaning back on the couch, with a slight frown. “He’s laughing cause he’s happy.”

“I don’t get it, either,” Leo said. “How is this our freedom?”

“I want you to work there,” Charlie explained. “If you want to, that is.”

“How can we work anywhere?” Leo said. “We’re not human!”

“So what?” Charlie smiled. “It’s a turtle-themed cafe. You can just go as yourselves and everyone will think you’re wearing costumes. You’ll be a hit! You’ll get to meet all kinds of people, socialize, make friends, go out in the daylight...” The turtles eyes lit up as she talked and they looked at each other. Was this possible? Could they really do this?

“What would we have ta do?” Raphael asked, nervously. “Donnie and Leo can do book stuff, but what about Mike and I?”

“Well, I’m going to need two barristas,” Charlie smiled, putting a hand on Raph’s shoulder. She leaned forward and whispered, “Girls love bartenders, you know...”

“I think that it is a wonderful idea, Charlotte,” Splinter said from his place on the other couch. “Are you sure that this is what you want to do?”

Charlie nodded. “My life is so much better with you guys in it. I’m not trying to make spectacles out of you or anything, and I’m not trying to make money off your appearances. You may been green and have a some serious body armor, but you’re very human and humans need other humans. You can’t hide down here forever, wondering who’s going to be the last one to die - that’s sick! You need to be out with other humans.” She paused and looked at them all, worried that she might be ticking them off. “You guys are my family and I want us to be together.”

“Do we have ta wear stupid hats and read ta kids?” Raph asked, uncertain.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Charlie laughed.

“What if we do want to?” Mike asked shyly.

“I’m sure the kids will love you, Mikey,” Charlie smiled, squeezing his hand.

Leonardo laughed like Don had and shook his head, this was unreal... this was too good to be real.

Later that night, after Splinter had gone to bed, the turtles sat up with Charlie, talking about renovation plans and possible roles they could fill in the new store. Everyone was pretty excited. Charlie was cuddled up with Don on one of the couches with her feet on Michelangelo’s lap. She looked up at the clock and gasped - it was 1:30.

“I didn’t realise it was so late,” she apologised. “I should get home to bed and let you guys go to sleep.” She stood up and walked toward her coat, which she’d set on the back of the other couch where Raphael and Leonardo sat.

Raphael quirked an eye at Don, suspecting that his brother wasn’t going to let her get away. Donatello jumped up and hopped over the back of the couch, grabbing her up in his arms.

“Bed sounds like a great idea,” he said carrying her down the hall to his room. “I’m exhausted.”

Charlie squeaked in surprise, frowning a little as the other turtles snickered at Don’s forwardness. Still, it was hard to be mad when her boyfriend’s strong body was so warm and his touch was so gentle. She nuzzled his neck with her nose, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

Donatello smiled down at her. She really didn’t weigh very much. He wondered things sometimes about whether or not they could live together. How would they do it without the neighbours seeing him? Would she be willing to take that step with him? What if she wanted more of a commitment beforehand? Would she ever want to marry him? Would they ever be able to pull that off?

He shook the thoughts out of his head as he pushed his door open with his toe. He had never thought that he would ever be able to worry about things like this. He loved knowing how lucky he was to have her.

Don kicked his door shut behind them and lay Charlie gently down on his bed, reaching an arm out to click his bedside lamp on. She smiled up at him and wiggled comfortably against the soft blankets. He reached down and slowly pulled her shoes off, one by one, then her socks. His hands kneaded their way up her legs to her waist where he undid her jeans and slipped them down and off leaving her in her lacy boy shorts.

She sighed contentedly as he ghosted his hands over her bare skin, enjoying how soft she felt. He’d kicked a lot of dudes’ asses in his time, and men were never soft like this. He loved the curves of her hips and the sweet skin over her belly. He knew she looked at her stomach and thought she was fat, but she didn’t understand how wonderful her special womanly characteristics were.

Don undid Charlie’s blouse buttons, then helped her to sit up before slipping it off her shoulders. She undid her bra and tossed it off, knowing that he’d have trouble with it. He chucked and she giggled. Donatello helped Charlie slide in under the blankets.

The sheets were cool and the mattress seemed to soak the tiredness out of her body as she settled down into his comfortable bed. Don stood at the end of the bed and slowly pulled off his knee pads, his eyes never leaving hers. He set them neatly on his chair, on top of her clothes.

Charlie shivered as he pulled off his elbow pads and then undid his belt. The way he was looking at her was sending shivers down her spine. He looked dangerous with his muscular body all cut and bruised. The burning passion and desire in his eyes was almost frightening, and his slow, deliberate movements showed her how powerful and strong he was. But despite this, he was still gentle, still mindful of her feelings, still desirous to please her.

Donatello reached behind his head and undid his mask, folding it perfectly without looking at it. He set it on the chair, then climbed into his bed with her, extending his arm so she could rest her head on it.

Charlie stroked the side of his face with her fingers and a soft rumble escaped his throat. His eyes never left hers, not for a second.

“Oh Donnie,” she whispered.

“I love you, Charlotte,” he said softly. “With all my heart, I love you.”

Charlie smiled at him and a tear slipped down her cheek into the pillow. Donatello wasn’t shy or uncertain with her anymore. He came before her, not as the inexperienced outcast that he’d been, but as the confident man he’d become. She could feel the heat from his body through his shell; he felt so solid. She knew that Donatello would never hurt her. He’d never leave her or disappear when she needed him. He would always stand with her strong and supportive, gentle and kind, faithful and true. Her heart was so full, but at the same time she felt like the strength of his love could make her fly.

“I love you too, Donatello."
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