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anythingdrabbleTitle: Inevitability
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairings: Donatello, Splinter
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Their father is concerned, but Donatello is determined.
"Ah, my son, my most caring, compassionate son," Splinter murmured softly, his whiskers and tail twitching. He stepped closer, ever so quietly, not wanting to wait his exhausted child, and had just settled one of their few thin blankets around the worried teenager's shell when Donatello suddenly sputtered to life.
"It's easy!" he cried, arms flailing about, nearly striking Splinter, who deftly stepped aside. His whiskers were now bristling, but he remained calm otherwise as Donatello straightened, bolt upright, in his strange, rolling chair. "All you have to do is stick the wire in -- " Donatello stopped, arms still akimbo, and stared at his adopted father. "Sensei?" he asked and blinked. His voice dropped several octaves as he all but whispered, "When did you get here?"
"Long enough ago, Donatello, to see that you are working yourself too hard. You should take your break."
Donatello had never been one to deny his Sensei, but this time, he fervently shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sensei, but I can't! Not yet!"
"Then when?"
"Not until after Christmas! Not until -- " Words began to fail the usually verbose ninja. " -- until after -- "
"Christmas?" he almost squeaked, but the looks father and son exchanged told them they both knew better. While Leonardo was too busy fighting crime, Raphael was doing the same only in own stalkerish, nocturnal ways, and Michelangelo had his beak buried in comic books and pizza, Donatello had come to recognize the plight of how they were living. Yes, he intended for this Christmas to be the best one yet, but with his technology gifts, he did not intend to stop there. His cyber skills, even if he had to deal with endless id10t errors in the form of walking, talking numbskulls day in and night out, were going to pave the way for his family out of this sewer. It would start with new comics for Mikey and a new, plush robe for their Sensei, but it would not stop there. He would make for them the life they all deserved! He would --
His phone rang, and Donnie moved with such swiftness he almost fell from his chair. Splinter shook his head as Donatello chattered off a whole list of words he did not comprehend. Shaking his head, he left his most studious son to his work and emerged back into the familiar, comforting shadows. He knew Donatello wanted more, deserved more. They all did. But he did not have the means to give it to them. He had fought more when he had been younger, fought to raise the boys, and against all reason, they had survived in these elements for years.
But the outside world was calling to them. As much as he would have liked to have kept them safe, and as much as he had tried, he had always known this time would come. He knew it was inevitable. Teenager appetites were also inevitable. He supposed it was time he made the pizza order for the night. And coffee.
The End
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairings: Donatello, Splinter
Word Count: 500
Rating: G/K
Summary: Their father is concerned, but Donatello is determined.
"Ah, my son, my most caring, compassionate son," Splinter murmured softly, his whiskers and tail twitching. He stepped closer, ever so quietly, not wanting to wait his exhausted child, and had just settled one of their few thin blankets around the worried teenager's shell when Donatello suddenly sputtered to life.
"It's easy!" he cried, arms flailing about, nearly striking Splinter, who deftly stepped aside. His whiskers were now bristling, but he remained calm otherwise as Donatello straightened, bolt upright, in his strange, rolling chair. "All you have to do is stick the wire in -- " Donatello stopped, arms still akimbo, and stared at his adopted father. "Sensei?" he asked and blinked. His voice dropped several octaves as he all but whispered, "When did you get here?"
"Long enough ago, Donatello, to see that you are working yourself too hard. You should take your break."
Donatello had never been one to deny his Sensei, but this time, he fervently shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sensei, but I can't! Not yet!"
"Then when?"
"Not until after Christmas! Not until -- " Words began to fail the usually verbose ninja. " -- until after -- "
"Christmas?" he almost squeaked, but the looks father and son exchanged told them they both knew better. While Leonardo was too busy fighting crime, Raphael was doing the same only in own stalkerish, nocturnal ways, and Michelangelo had his beak buried in comic books and pizza, Donatello had come to recognize the plight of how they were living. Yes, he intended for this Christmas to be the best one yet, but with his technology gifts, he did not intend to stop there. His cyber skills, even if he had to deal with endless id10t errors in the form of walking, talking numbskulls day in and night out, were going to pave the way for his family out of this sewer. It would start with new comics for Mikey and a new, plush robe for their Sensei, but it would not stop there. He would make for them the life they all deserved! He would --
His phone rang, and Donnie moved with such swiftness he almost fell from his chair. Splinter shook his head as Donatello chattered off a whole list of words he did not comprehend. Shaking his head, he left his most studious son to his work and emerged back into the familiar, comforting shadows. He knew Donatello wanted more, deserved more. They all did. But he did not have the means to give it to them. He had fought more when he had been younger, fought to raise the boys, and against all reason, they had survived in these elements for years.
But the outside world was calling to them. As much as he would have liked to have kept them safe, and as much as he had tried, he had always known this time would come. He knew it was inevitable. Teenager appetites were also inevitable. He supposed it was time he made the pizza order for the night. And coffee.
The End
