If You Think I'm Gonna Come Up With A Title For This, You're Dead Wrong

Chapter 4

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Most definitely. Now," you get to your feet, "as much as I love when we talk, and as much as I owe you a lesson on how to identify these sorts of things on your own, I'm sure your brothers could use that advice right about now."

"Right!" He gets up. "Thank you, again."

"My pleasure, my guy. Oh, hit me up when you're off of your grounding so I can figure out a lesson plan."

"You got it." He climbed out of the window. "See you then, Y/N."

"Kick their asses." You wave as he disappears into the night.

Your smile slowly slides off your face as you close the window. You pick your phone up to check the time.

You toss it onto the bed. 'I'm making cupcakes.' You have not eaten in what feels like a while. You are already out of bed. Might as well.

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"She called me honey."

Raphael rolls his eyes. "I'm telling you, there's no way that a girl like her is going to be into you. You're delusional."

"Honey is a pet name!" Donatello's voice rises slightly. "And—and she invited me to her place after we aren't grounded!"

"Let him believe." Leonardo pipes up from in front of the television. "I think it's nice that he and she are as close of friends as they are so quick."

"For the record, I'm rooting for ya, bro." Mikey takes another bite out of his pizza. "Sure, you're a little creepy, but so is she, so it works out."

He scoffs. "Aren't you three forgetting something? Like, I don't know, that we're turtles? Is the fact that she's an entirely different species not a factor?"

"Part turtle." He speaks incredibly fast. "Our DNA is mutated with—"

"Oh, I'm sure you're holding onto that technicality real tight, aren't you?" He stabs the dummy in the gut. "A technicality that I'm sure she cares about."

"I did the research." He gets to his feet, running over and grabbing a diagram from his lab. "We're physically compatible."

"Donnie. Brother. No." He stops. "Please tell me you didn't seriously look into whether or not you could fuck her. I know you like this girl, but come on."

"I didn't go out of my way to research how our reproductive system works for this." He tosses it back into his lab, sliding the door closed. "I did that research a while back. I just had to investigate reproduction on the female end to make sure everything worked." He stands up straight. "Theoretically, we are fully capable of reproducing with humans."

"Theoretically?" Leo looks back at him.

He feels his face go red. "Well, there isn't any clinical research done on the subject. We're the only ones of our kind, after all, and I don't have any female samples to use."

"For fuck's sake, Donnie, do not ask her for 'samples'." He gags.

"I wasn't going to!"

"You were. I'd bet money on it."

"Ten bucks says he still will." Mikey drops the rest of it down his throat.

"Hey!"

"Dude, you're freakier than I am. I love you, but still." He lays back on the couch.

"Y'all are just gross." He stabsthe dummy in the neck, sand pouring out of the hole. "We need a more durable dummy."

"You could just not break the ones I make." He sits down on the couch. "That's an option."

"It's a literal punching bag. It's a show of love."

The episode ends. Leo walks over to the two on the couch, sitting on the other side of his lanky brother as Michelangelo scrounges for crumbs. "Look, it might be jumping the gun a bit to start researching if you guys can have kids. You guys aren't even in a relationship."

"I know." He rubs his face with his hands. "I dunno, man. What am I doing?"

"Exactly." He pats him on the back. "I'm not saying it could never happen, but this is a little much."

He sighs. "Yeah, that's true."

"We wouldn't lie to you." He gets to his feet. "I'm gonna go meditate for a while. You wanna join me?"

"I'm good." Donnie hops over the back of the couch. "I'm gonna go work on this thing I've been working on."

"Alright, man." He walks off to the dojo.

He steps into his lab, sliding the door closed behind him. He sits at his workstation, a half-finished robot sat on the table. He slides his tongue in the space between his teeth absentmindedly as he goes back to connecting wires.

'She used the past tense. Had, she said.' He bounces his knee absentmindedly, reaching for the soldering iron. 'But she called me honey. She called me hot stuff. Is that an insult?" He tests the joints. 'I don't remember.'

He sets his project down for a second. He opens his laptop, smiling gently at his screen saver. It is a photo you had emailed him of the two of you to show you how it worked.

'I should make a camera. Or find one. A digital one.' He sighs, closing it. 'She is absolutely gorgeous.'

He goes back to work, still feeling your fingers around his.