i wish i had a scanner to scan it in properly

Day One Hundred and Eighteen

-An infant came through, shrieking until no end unless their one simple demand was met: a bag of marshmallows in which to bury their face. I feel a great deal of understanding for this child, and I will undoubtedly make use of this coping strategy in the future.

-Multiple dogs have come through the store today,each brightening my day enough to more than make up for the stormy skies. A guest could purchase a stuffed Minion and slap me in the face with it and I still would not mind. All that matters now is the puppers.

-A mother turned her back to her four year-old daughter for a split second, who, with an immediacy that left no doubt of premeditation, ran to an empty register and began shining the hand scanner into her eyes. My crew has been in need of a classic wild card for some time now, and I believe I may have found a perfect fit.

-I passed a woman wearing a shirt that read, “I Love Jesus A Little.” I appreciate the honesty here. After all, JC has always struck me as the kind of guy who values being real over telling him what he wants to hear.

-An eerie spell has fallen over the shopping center. Despite the vibrant landscapes outside being perfectly lit in the most picturesque way, the sky is covered in a deep black, nearly purple covering of clouds. The store is constantly fluctuating from full and crowded to nary a shopper to be seen, yet at no point is anything more or less than a muffled buzz heard. Every thirty minutes I look at a clock, only to see that only five have gone by. I know not what is causing this metamorphosis from storefront to purgatory. I can only hope that it passes soon, or, if it does not, that I am compensated properly.

-A toddler systematically discarded items as she was pushed through the store, tossing them by the wayside as they went. She knew precisely what the most valuable item in that cart was, and she would not stand for competition.

-A family came through my lane. The father placed a stuffed stormtrooper on the counter and, gesturing to his son, said, “This is his buddy.” Next, he put up several bags of mini chocolate eggs, remarking, “And these are going to be my buddies.” Finally, he told me of his wife, “And this, this is her buddy,” before placing a therapeutic massager on my counter. No living soul will ever know the truth of who was the most uncomfortable in this situation, but I will contest to my dying day that it was me.

-A man hurriedly approached my register and, in a deep and commanding voice, addressed me, “How you doing, chief?” Caught off-guard by my new promotion, I quickly scanned his purchase of girls underwear and leggings. He finished paying and told me, “Don’t bother bagging it, we’ve had an incident,” and, items stowed under his arm, hurried back off towards the sales floor. I sent with him my best wishes and a sticker for our fallen soldier.


Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance

“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.

The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.

Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

(Fifty)Five minute ficlet (whoops)

@yourtropegirl has been filling my inbox with questions tonight to brighten my mood. So I told her she could give be a FMF request. And she hit me with this. And then it wound up MUCH longer than a FMF should be…

Your stomach was upset and you just felt run down. Not enough that you thought you might need time away from bridge, but just enough that you thought you might need some vitamins or something. Nothing stayed settled properly. You had some wicked cramps in the morning, which then turned into bloat, which then, oh so attractively, turned into gas. You almost wished you were in operations so you could hide in an electrical closet alone, fixing things and farting without anyone catching you.

At lunch, you sat at your table at the mess with Uhura, flicking your lunch around, starving, but unable to eat. She watched, wordlessly, and cocked her head to one side.

“You sick?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t feel good, but I don’t know if I’m sick,” you admitted. “I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning, and I’ve just been feeling gross all day. Like… I need to poop. But can’t.”

Nyota let out a surprised laugh and shook her head. “More fibre, Y/N. And water. Space constipation is the worst.”

Nyota’s advice had been sound, and you increased your vegetable intake and your fluid intake with some small relief, but you still had a general feeling of bloating and pressure. Like something wasn’t moving properly in your guts. It was to the point where you were nauseated every day, all day long. And nothing helped. You’d started dropping weight enough that Jim had noticed.

“Your uniform is baggy, Y/N. Are you sick?”

“I’m fine,” you lied. Jim raised an eyebrow and you looked away, back to your console. Nyota cornered you after shift.

“Seriously, Y/N, what is going on? Why won’t you go check in at MedBay?” She pressed. You sighed and pulled her over to a quiet lounge.

“Remember the Federation Day party Jim insisted we have?” You asked. Nyota smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it was awesome.”

“Remember when the Brandy came out?” You continued. She nodded again. “Remember the never have I ever game?”

“Yeah, who knew you and Jim were so kinky,” she laughed. 

“Yeah, I don’t remember much after that, but I woke up with Bones the next morning.” You dropped your voice to a whisper. She shrieked in surprise anyhow.

“What? Do you remember what happened?”

“We were both naked.” You have her a meaningful look. She shrugged.

“That doesn’t mean anything happened. I mean, you were both so drunk, who knows if the function would have still been -”

“I was achy and walking funny for about three days, Nyota,” you interrupted. Her mouth formed a perfect O. “Needless to say, things have been super awkward ever since, and the last thing I need is to go in with some weird illness and have him thinking I’ve got Gangorian Gonorrhea or something.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she argued. You raised an eyebrow.

“Watch at dinner,” you challenged her.

“Oh my god, he remembers too,” Uhura whispered across the table.

“Kind of hard to forget a naked woman screaming, kicking and falling out of your bed,” you countered. “Particularly considering I accidentally stole his uniform and ran down the hall in Blues.”

She choked on a laugh and shook her head. “Do you still feel sick?”

“Nyota, I would gnaw off my right fucking arm to be able to puke. I’m sure if I could just throw up and clear whatever is blocking me up, I’d feel a million times better.” You flicked your dinner around, taking the occasional bite. But it tasted like sand and made the nausea worse.

The console in front of you was swimming. The lack of food was catching up, finally, and you were having a hard time focussing on your work. You swayed and looked up at Uhura, narrowing your eyes to try to understand what she was saying. Her mouth was moving, but no sound appeared to be coming out. 

You attempted to stand to go find out what she was saying, and toppled into Jim’s arms. 

“I think it’s well past time we had Bones look you over, Y/N,” he said as he heaved you into his arms and carried you to the turbolift.

“It’s not necess-”

“It’s a direct order from your Captain, Y/L/N. MedBay or the brig. Your choice,” he interrupted as the turbolift doors slid shut. Hearing no further protest, he carried you into MedBay when the door slid open again. Bones looked up and recognized you, eyes widening. He pointed at a biobed and JIm laid you against the hard surface. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at Bones at all. You were sure your cheeks were on fire enough as it was.

“Uhura says she’s been complaining of nausea and lethargy for a few weeks now, Bones,” Jim offered. You opened your eyes to glare at him, only to have Bones thrust a scanner in your face. He watched the report coming from the tricorder, the furrow in his brow growing deeper as the scan reported. He reached for the hand-held CT device and checked your chest and abdomen.

“Any vomiting, Y/L/N?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I think I’d feel way better if I could,” you admitted. He put the scanner down and palpated your abdomen. You winced as he pressed on the tight skin at your belly button. He picked up the CT again and scanned lower, and then smirked and raised an eyebrow, giving Jim a sly look.

“No vomiting at all?” he clarified. You shook your head and pushed yourself to sitting. “When was your last menstrual cycle?” 

If you weren’t already mortified, you were now. “Uh, just shortly before Federation Day, I think. I’d have to double check my calendar.”

“Are your,” he cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable, gesturing at your chest, “uh, your breasts. Are they tender?”

Without thinking you reached up and checked. “Maybe a little more than usual?”

“And you’re fatigued?” He pressed. You nodded. “Needing to void more frequently?”

“She’s on and off the bridge much more than usual,” Jim offered brightly.

“Because Nyota said I should drink more water because I’d been feeling so bloated,” you protested.

“Well, I have good news, Y/L/N, you aren’t dying,” Bones offered, and punched Jim on the shoulder. “And you, you sly dog. You should have said something.”

Jim looked at you in confusion, and then back to Bones. “About what?”

“Well, you rushed her in here so concerned -”

“As a captain would be for any of his crew, Bones!” Jim interrupted. “I’m sorry, Y/N, you’re lovely, but -”

“So it’s not you?” Bones asked, suddenly looking disappointed and a little hurt. 

“I’m not sure what you’re asking, Bones, but Y/N and I aren’t involved,” Jim clarified. Bones looked away, almost flinching.

“Can someone please tell me what is going on?” You interrupted, not wanting to hear Jim’s laundry list of why you aren’t attractive to him. You knew he was carrying on with someone in Engineering, and that he thought he was being secretive about it.

“This is a fairly significant diagnosis. Would you like your boyfriend to come offer moral support?”

“There is no boyfriend,” you countered. Jim sat down beside you, and took your hand in his. Bones flinched again and looked away.

“As you captain, I’ll support you -”

“Okay, seriously, am I dying?” You asked.

“No, you’re pregnant,” Bones was dead serious. “I can understand if there’s no boyfriend in the picture how you might not have realized. You’ll need to have a discussion with the father, of course -”

You blanched and gestured for the garbage pail beside Bones, and when he passed it to you, sweet relief as you were finally able to puke. And puke. And puke. Jim retreated with the first heave, but Bones stayed beside you, gesturing for a nurse you bring you a glass of water and a hypo with Zofran in it. When the puking stopped, the tears started, and Bones sat on the biobed beside, you, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, it’ll be okay. If you want me be with you when you talk to him -”

“You fucking moron,” you shook your head as you wiped your mouth. “Who the hell do you think is the father? Federation day, remember?”

Back Together (Donatello)

A continuation of the Breakup Prompt.


    You were one of the lucky few who had managed to land a job within six months of graduating. Though it was not exactly in your field for now, the more you worked your way up, the closer to your goal you would be. Even better, the job was located back in New York. After a month and a half, you finally felt settled in your new but familiar home. There was just one thing that lingered over you: how to tell your mutant ex that you were back.


     The light radiating from the computer screens reflected off his glasses; for the first time, the light felt too bright, making Donatello remove the spectacles from his face. His hand began to massage his face and the bridge of his snout as he continued to process what he just read. Doubt crawled through his nerves but his rational thinking brought his fingers back to life. Within minutes he was running multiple scans over the message, making sure they were sent from the correct address and that the writing patterns matched yours. Everything came back positive, proving that you had indeed sent him the note.

     Hey Donatello!

     I graduated a couple of months ago (finally) and you wouldn’t believe it. I actually managed to land a job! But it gets even better: the job is in New York! I’m already moved into my new apartment.

     I’d really like it if you would stop by tonight at 10 pm. I’ve got a picture attached of the place; I circled which one is my balcony. Oh, and the actual address is on the picture too in case that’s better.

     I understand if you don’t want to come over; I just wanted to talk to you about a couple of things. At the very least, I thought you had a right to know I was back in town.

     Hope I see you tonight.

     His eyes ran over the words multiple times, still in disbelief that you had bothered to contact him. During your three year absence he had kept tabs on your social media pages. Not once did he contact you, no matter how distressing some of your statuses had been; but you had asked him not to leave an electronic trail for anyone to follow and he had respected that.

     During your first summer break, you made a post that left Donatello heart broken. You began a relationship with a human boy, and even though it only lasted a couple of months, it still left the mutant turtle in a state of sorrow. You had moved on, and so quickly too. Once his grief was replaced with anger, he dug up every piece of dirt he could on this boy. Unfortunately the college kid had no criminal record, but he did have a rather questionable search history.

     “Damn it. Damn it. Damn it,” he chewed on his nails as he stared at the screen displaying the dirt he had dug up.

     For weeks he debated whether he should leak the sensitive information online for you to see. It might not have been any of his business, but you should at least have a right to know your new boyfriend had quite a long list of fetishes. Most of them were ones Donatello knew you wouldn’t be into. The only upside would be that the boy would be publicly shamed and you might even break up with him.

     Luckily for the strange boy, Leonardo intervened before Donatello could submit anything. “What are you doing Donnie?” The blue-clad ninja had asked with crossed arms.

     Donatello jumped at the sound of his brother’s voice and he quickly turned the screen off, hoping he hadn’t seen any of it. “N-nothing! Just uh, keeping track of police scanners. Nothing interesting yet though. I’ll be sure to uh, keep you posted,” he tried to act like he was busy, hoping his brother would leave.
Leonardo shook his head and sauntered over to the wall of monitors, turning on the one he had just switched off. His cool blue eyes scanned over the list, “So this is what you found out about the guy?”

     Surprise made Donatello turn to face him quickly. “H-how do you know?”
He looked down at him with a sympathetic smile and nodded at the screens. “You’ve been leaving your work open lately.”

     An aggravated groan rumbled in Donatello’s throat and he thumped a fist against his forehead. Of course. He had been so flustered with the news of your new boyfriend that he wasn’t keeping the right things hidden from his brothers. He was surprised that Michelangelo hadn’t said anything yet, but perhaps Raphael had threatened him enough to keep his mouth shut.

     “Listen Donnie,” Leonardo started, walking over to where he was sitting. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you, but you can’t hold on to this. Not anymore.”

     He knew his older brother was right, he always was. But his heart still screamed for you; and his mind still conjured thoughts of your gorgeous smile and your beautiful eyes. Just the thought of someone else experiencing your beauty made his blood boil.

     “You don’t think I know that?” Donatello snapped but took a deep breath as soon as the words had left him. It wasn’t Leonardo’s fault, he reminded himself. Once he had regained his composure he continued, “I just…wasn’t expecting them to move on so fast.”

     Leonardo frowned and looked at the screen, trying to decide what words would be best to use. “I don’t think any of us did,” he admitted. “But if this will make them happy, wouldn’t you want that?”

     The purple-clad turtle took his glasses off to wipe at his misty eyes. “Of course. I just thought it’d be me making them happy…” He clenched his jaw and tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. A hand squeezed his shoulder comfortingly and he patted at it.

     “I know Donnie,” Leonardo said quietly. “I know how much they meant to you. But if you still have any love for them, you won’t reveal that boy’s secrets.”

     The endearment he was feeling for his brother quickly disappeared. It wasn’t the advice he was looking for, but his older brother was right. You were simply living your life. Who was he to decide who you should or shouldn’t date? After all, you had made it very clear that you and the giant mutant turtle were done.

     Donatello did not notice his brother leave until he tried to thank him. When he returned his attention to his set-up, his eyes focused on the light-up USB you had given him before your departure. Just looking at the multi-colored plastic turtle sent him in a fury he had never felt before. He snatched it out of the port and threw it as hard as he could. He heard the plastic make impact with something soft before it landed on the concrete floor.

     Tears began to trickle down his face and the lump in his throat refused to budge. Sniffles turned to sobs and the mutant buried his face into his palms, finally letting out all of his jealousy and grief. After he could not cry any longer, he sat silently in his chair; his eyes never leaving the monitor that showed the boy’s secrets. Never before had his fingers felt so heavy as he reached forward to delete the information. He let out a shaky breath and leaned back, closing his eyes as he tried to empty out his mind.

     Minutes passed and he finally opened his eyes, rolling his head to look at the tower that once housed the turtle-shaped USB. He missed the little light and got up to look for the device, hoping it had not shattered on impact. Luckily for him, it was still intact and he plugged it back into the computer, watching as the plastic turtle slowly changed colors.

     After that he stayed off of your pages for months; it wasn’t until curiosity got the best of him that he checked your page again. This time, he saw that you and the other human had broken up. He had never felt so relieved to see a relationship fail before and you had not picked up anymore relationships after that.

     But even that bittersweet victory did not stop his emotions from battling each other when it came to you. There were nights where he would weep at the memory of you and long for the warmth of your body against his. Then there were days where he would recall every argument you two had and he would loathe you. For two years he tried to balance his feelings, requesting extra help from Splinter on particularly bad days. Eventually he was able to come to the calming conclusion that although he still had feelings for you, if you had moved on then it was out of his control. He just wished he could find someone else to move on with.

    All of those emotions he thought he had under control suddenly ran rampant after reading your message. He had always taken pride in his rational way of handling things, but when it came to you his heart took full control and kicked his mind to the curb. He couldn’t decide if he was angry or ecstatic that you had contacted him. When he couldn’t calm himself he turned off the computers and began to meditate.

     He took a deep breath in. Then released a long exhale. Another inhale, another exhale.

     The process went on until he was finally calm enough to use his mind properly and examine the situation. On the one hand, it would be terrifying to go; the meeting could lead to more heartbreak after all. But it did sound like you wanted to talk in the note, so this could be his chance to get some closure on a few things. In the end, it would be much better for him, emotionally, if he visited you.

     Donatello made sure to download the picture you had attached in the note and prepared himself for tonight.


     This meeting you arranged with Donatello was your chance to get back with him. It had been your intention the moment you accepted the job in New York. There had been better opportunities offered to you; better benefits, a nice retirement plan, and a few of them were in cheap living areas too. But none of them had him.

     Your first year of college had been terrifying; your family tried to make you feel at ease, but the new environment and stress of the assignments were not the problem. You missed the giant mutant turtle more than you thought you would have. There were nights where you just sat in your room and hugged your pillow, wishing you could hear him talk about whatever new device he had created or geek out with him over your hobbies. Sleeping had proven to be difficult as well, for no matter how many blankets you threw on your bed it always felt so cold.

     When your final grades had come back, you noticed they were not as great as you had wanted them to be. You knew the problem too; you missed Donatello and it was prohibiting you from focusing on school work. That was when you had the idea to start another relationship with someone.

     You had figured the companionship would at least ease your mind enough to get through tough projects and study nights. That was why you had gotten with the boy during your first summer break; however, your plan had backfired. Instead of getting over Donatello, you did nothing but compare the boy to your New York lover. This distraction was not nearly as tall, muscular, or smart as the mutant ninja. He did not get your jokes or your quirks; and he especially did not understand how reading in the same room counted as ‘hanging out’.

     Never in a hundred years did you ever think you would have more in common with a teenage mutant ninja turtle instead of another human being. It was then that you realized no one could ever replace the intelligent reptile and you broke up with your summer fling after only a couple of months of dating. Luckily the break up was as smooth as break ups get and you were finally given time to cope with your grief.

     During your sophomore year, you finally had a breakthrough: You were always going to miss him, but if you managed to do well in college then you were more likely to go back to New York and be reunited with him. It was that little hope that drove you to do so well in your classes. It had been hard, and there were nights where you stared at a wall for hours after having a breakdown and wondered if you actually could do all of this. All you had to do was think about that goofy smile of his and gave yourself a pep-talk before you finally went back to the grind.

     All of your hard work had paid off and here you were, in your very own New York apartment. It was small, of course, and you could hear the neighbors if they ever decided to raise their voices, but it was yours. The only thing missing was Donatello.

     As the time grew closer to ten, your body began to shake and your heart raced in a combination of nervousness and excitement. Multiple scenarios ran through your head, some good and some bad. You truly hoped he would still care about you at least, but it would be devastating if he hated you. After all, all of your hard work had been for this moment. If he turned you down, even to be friends, you weren’t sure what you would do.

     The tapping noise startled you out of your thoughts and made you snap your attention to the balcony window. Just the sight of his lean silhouette made your heart race and your legs weak. You made sure to take careful steps, afraid you would trip and fall if you went too fast.

     “Hey!” You greeted him in a shaky voice once you opened the window. Your cheeks began to burn from how hard you were smiling.

     Just the sight of you again made his emotions run wild; his heart raced with love and his gut twisted in grief once he recalled your ex. “H-hi,” He started.

     You leaned against the frame, trying to cut through the awkwardness. “So…how have you been?”

    He wanted nothing more than to release all of his grief and anger out on you the moment the question left your lips. It was so bad it made his stomach burn; but instead he took in a deep breath and spoke as calmly as he could. “I-I’ve been alright. Fighting bad guys, making firewalls. The usual.”

     He saw you frown when he mentioned firewalls and he mentally smacked himself. That had been his primary argument to use against you when you had broken the news to him three years ago. He thought if he could make an impenetrable firewall for you and your family, then the two of you could at least sustain a long-distance relationship without alerting any enemies.

     Despite how he had initially felt when he saw you, he still felt guilty when the pain crossed your face. He smiled weakly and nodded, “So uh, can I come in? Might suck if someone sees me hanging out back here.” He chuckled nervously.

     “Oh! Y-yeah,” You stepped aside and let him in, closing the window behind him.“Do you want some tea?” You offered, already making your way to the kitchen. You figured a beverage would be a good way to ease the tension in the air.

     “Sure,” He watched as you began to heat up the stove and fill the kettle with water. Every move you made he took in as his mind tried to decide if this was a dream. For a moment, all of his negativity was washed away and all he could feel were butterflies in his stomach. He sat down on the bar stool and leaned forward, his brown eyes darting as they followed every movement and jerk your limbs made. None of his dreams could compare to what he saw now. Your hair was the perfect length, your skin was the perfect shade, and your eyes shimmered perfectly, and your smile…

     Words could not compare just how wonderful it was to see you smile at him again.

     The screeching kettle jarred him out of his thoughts and made him sit up straight. He watched you pour the boiling water into two mugs. There was a big smile on your face as you handed him his cup, making him look down to see what it was. The mug started off black, but as the heat began to engulf its curved walls, tetris blocks began to appear. He smiled as memories of the two of you playing the retro game filled his mind.

     “I’m surprised you still have this,” He held it up by the handle, not daring to take a sip yet.

     You shrugged and leaned against the other side of the bar. “Of course I do. It’s my favorite mug,” you smiled, remembering how delighted he had been to see your reaction when you finally saw the blocks show up for the first time. Donatello had given it to you on your birthday and you did your best to use it every chance you could.

     There was not a moment to lose, however. The reason why you invited him over crossed your mind and you figured it was now or never. After all, more small talk could come later after the two of you worked out your relationship.

     “Donnie, you know I invited you here for a reason,” you started a little hesitantly at first, but gained confidence after every word. “And I’m just going to say it. I want to get back together.”

     Any trace of frustration he had was replaced with concern and doubt. Of course he wanted to accept your offer, but the only thing that made him hesitate was your ex. Even though it had been a short-lived relationship, you still had had a taste of a normal life with a normal boyfriend. The two of you no doubt had gone to see a movie, eaten dinner in a public place, and stroll about the world freely. No matter how much he wished, Donatello would never be able to give you a fraction of that life. That was why he hesitated. He was terrified that later on, you would long for that experience again; the only experience he could never give you. And if you were to end it again, he wasn’t sure how it may affect him. This first breakup had been devastating for him and he didn’t want to go through that again.

     As much as he wanted to say 'yes’, he stopped himself. “Are…you sure?” He asked.

     The question made you frown in confusion. “Of course! I love you Donatello,” you reached forward and touched his hand with a smile.

     The answer made him tense. He could feel his heart clench at the words. For three years he wanted nothing more than to hear you utter them again. But there was a sour taste in his mouth as doubt began to crawl around his mind. When he heard those words, all he could think about was the other boy you had met, and he wondered if you ever told him the same thing.

     “You’re positive?” He pressed again.

     At the second question you could feel your heart drop. Why wasn’t he accepting your proposal? Did he really hate you? The possibility made your body shake nervously, making you lick your lips. “Yes! I am.”

     There was a long silence and he narrowed his eyes at you. “And you’re sure you want to do this again? With me?”

     You finally pulled away from him and scoffed, getting aggravated. “Yes, Donnie! That’s why I’m asking you! Why are you asking that?”

     “Because you already know what a normal relationship is like!” He finally snapped. The moment the words left his mouth he winced, regretting it when he saw your expression.

     You stared at him in a mixture of skepticism and betrayal. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, wondering if you even wanted the answer.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before admitting his crime. “I know because…I saw it on your social page.”

     “You were stalking me?” You asked in disbelief.

     “I wanted to make sure you were doing okay!” He defended himself before huffing. “And apparently you were.”

     The words stabbed you like a knife, making the tears roll down your face. “I only dated him because I missed you!”

     He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “See, that’s not fair. You can move on and try to forget, but I can’t!” The tears shimmered brightly, even behind his glasses. “You have billions of people you can pick from to help you, but I’m forced to deal with your ghost.” He sniffled and yanked his glasses off, tossing them onto the counter. “I missed you so much! And you moved on so quickly…” He covered his eyes and swallowed back the sobs. “Did I mean anything to you? Ever?” He managed to get out, not daring to look at you.

     Never before had your gut contorted so painfully as you listened to his words and watched him break down. You didn’t think about how the relationship would look to him. Although the two of you had already separated when you started dating the boy, and therefore technically making it none of Donatello’s business, you still felt guilty. “D-Donatello,” You whimpered, wiping the tears from your cheek as you continued. “My grades dropped the first year because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

     His sniffling began to die down as you spoke and he finally began to listen.
“I missed you so much it affected my work!” Your heart raced as you explained, hoping he would understand. “I thought…I just needed someone around and I would feel better. But it just got worse.” Your shoulders began to droop and your eyes lowered in shame. “I never felt anything for him ever because he wasn’t you.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I’ve always loved you Donatello. You’re the reason I’m back here. You’re the reason I graduated and why I worked my ass off to get good grades. So yes, you meant more than just something to me. You mean everything to me.”

     Your words began to soothe his aching heart and he slowly lifted his head. He stared at you, his mask stained with tears and eyes red. “I can’t give you a normal life,” He admitted with a quivering voice. “Whatever you were able to do with him, I could never try to do with you,” he shrugged his shoulders.

     “All of the things I could do with you, I couldn’t do with him,” You told him, your thumb rubbing his hand. “He never wanted to read with me. He didn’t like our favorite shows. And he didn’t know the difference between 'their’, 'there’, and 'they’re’.” You chuckled a little, hoping the giant mutant would crack a smile.

     He snorted and shook his head. “Well…you always knew how to pick really crappy boyfriends,” He finally joked and managed a weak smile.

     Your heart raced when you saw him lift his other hand to place on top of yours. “If anyone’s crappy it’s me,” You returned the smile and sighed. “I’m so sorry Donatello.”

     “It’s okay.” At the words he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Finally, he had gotten his closure and his stomach began to untie itself. “It’s okay.”

     Hearing those words sent relief throughout your body and the stabbing guilt began to dissipate. Your hand snaked out of his grip so you could wipe the tears off his skin. Your eyes locked the moment you began to caress his cheek and time seemed to stop, if only for a second. Very slowly the two of you inched forward, stopping only until your lips brushed against each other. It was a gentle kiss, but it was enough to let him know you were his, and he was yours.

     Immediately you began to cry, the last of your guilt spilling out as tears and choked sobs. You pushed your palms against your eyes in a poor attempt to stop the tears but it seemed useless. Instantly, Donatello got out of his seat and walked around the bar to be at your side.

     He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly as you cried into his hard body. “It’s okay,” he said comfortingly as he rested his cheek on top of your head.

     “I’m s-so -suh-sorry…!” You said between sobs.

     “I know,” he said, holding back his own tears. “I’m sorry too.”

     Finally you finished crying and pulled away. He walked away only to bring back a box of tissues. You happily took a couple to clean your face off and took deep breaths to calm yourself down.

     “Better?” He asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

     You nodded and looked up at him with a smile. “I am now that you’re here,” even though you knew it was a cheesy line, it was the truth. The smile that appeared on the turtle’s face made you hug him before placing a long kiss on his lips.

     At the feeling of your intimate gesture his hands grabbed your waist to hold you gently in place. When the two of you finally parted he nodded. “So this is okay? You and me that is?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were certain about this one last time.

     The smile on your face grew and your heart raced. “Always,” you nodded. “I missed you too much Donnie. I won’t leave you like that ever again.”

     The little promise made, washed away any remaining doubt he had about your intentions. He wrapped an arm around you and lead you to the living room. “C'mon. We got a lot of catching up to do.”

     You followed him, feeling as if you were on cloud nine. “Yeah we do.”


So apparently KC AU week is going to be a week for starting multi-part stories. I got two requests for Cyborg Klaroline (one from @goldcaught, one from an anon), and here is my take.

Part 1 for KC AU Week Day 3: Sci fi for @everythingisklaroline

She wasn’t sure how she had gotten into the mess.

              Actually, that would be a lie – sheh knew exactly how she got into the mess.


              What she didn’t know, was how she had let herself get involved in the whole, mad mess.

              She wasn’t  a bounty hunter. She  was just a journalism student -  probably a failed journalism student at  that point. But idiot  that she was, she let Enzo convince her that the one, single   job would be  easy.

              The  target was a fucking cyborg.

              A  military grade  cyborg.

              And Caroline was pretty sure  he  was going to kill her.

              “Now tell me, Love, what’s my fool brother doing sending a Neutral after me?”

              Klaus’ eye – which had appeared to be a perfectly normal blue just moments before – took on the  telltale black and red appearance of a scanner, and his other eye narrowed at the results he found. Caroline’s breath whooshed out as Klaus lifted her so her toes barely scraped the ground. She clawed at his hand futilely, and he pulled her closer.

              “You’re not a  Cyborg,” Klaus said with a  scowl.  “So why would anyone send you-”

              He  cut off when Caroline slammed her hand into his chest, a low grade electric jolt rewiring his robotics.  She dropped to the ground and scrambled back gracelessly, staring at Klaus’ prone form after he collapsed to the ground.

              She waited one beat… then another… and finally, when he still didn’t move, she let a victorious smirk curve her lips.

              “Unlicensed wiring, asshole!”

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