413. Wage - TMNT - Donatello - Work
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Work
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairings: Donatello
Word Count: 400
Rating: G/K
Summary: Donnie, as always, does what he can.
Donatello sighed, set his headset down, and rubbed his temples. This was not at all the way he had imagined his life. Granted, he'd constantly shuffled between dreaming of winning the Nobel Prize and fearing he'd never escape these sewers, but he'd still never thought he'd be doing... this. He glowered at his computer screen and the blinking, glowing dot indicating his queue.
He'd created so many things and cured so many diseases. He'd been all the way to another galaxy, yet still here he was, still stuck in the lair, still helping humans who hated him... He and his brothers had sacrificed so much time and again to help humans, but they still hated them. It had only been last week Raph had stopped a mugger, only to be beaten by the very person he'd helped, who had claimed to be more horrified by him!
Raph had been in a mood ever since -- not that Donnie could blame him, even as he barely refrained himself from ducking his head into his shell as the slamming door echoing in the previously tranquil lair loudly announced his angry brother's arrival. Donnie gave himself a hard, mental shake. He tried to refocus on his screen through the sounds of Raphael slamming things, including Michelangelo's ball with which the youngest brother had been playing for hours.
Thinking of Mikey reminded Donnie why he did this. It actually wasn't for the wages, or rather lack thereof. He'd certainly make far more with any one of his inventions, but when he had finally gotten close to attaining his dream of the elusive Nobel Prize, one of his few intellectual rivals had exposed his true nature and he'd instantly been disqualified. The committe had gone so far as to modify the rules to make sure no other freaks of nature would ever attempt to apply.
Raphael cussed; Mikey yipped. Donnie shook himself again, and picking up the slice of pizza pie Mikey had dropped off some hours before, returned to his work. It might have been beneath him in any other life, but in this life, he had brothers and a father to feed. Let Raphael protect the city, and Leo do... well, whatever it was Leo was doing tonight wherever he was. Let Mikey have his innocence while he could, and Splinter whatever peace they could give him in these sewers. He would work.
The End
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Characters/Pairings: Donatello
Word Count: 400
Rating: G/K
Summary: Donnie, as always, does what he can.
Donatello sighed, set his headset down, and rubbed his temples. This was not at all the way he had imagined his life. Granted, he'd constantly shuffled between dreaming of winning the Nobel Prize and fearing he'd never escape these sewers, but he'd still never thought he'd be doing... this. He glowered at his computer screen and the blinking, glowing dot indicating his queue.
He'd created so many things and cured so many diseases. He'd been all the way to another galaxy, yet still here he was, still stuck in the lair, still helping humans who hated him... He and his brothers had sacrificed so much time and again to help humans, but they still hated them. It had only been last week Raph had stopped a mugger, only to be beaten by the very person he'd helped, who had claimed to be more horrified by him!
Raph had been in a mood ever since -- not that Donnie could blame him, even as he barely refrained himself from ducking his head into his shell as the slamming door echoing in the previously tranquil lair loudly announced his angry brother's arrival. Donnie gave himself a hard, mental shake. He tried to refocus on his screen through the sounds of Raphael slamming things, including Michelangelo's ball with which the youngest brother had been playing for hours.
Thinking of Mikey reminded Donnie why he did this. It actually wasn't for the wages, or rather lack thereof. He'd certainly make far more with any one of his inventions, but when he had finally gotten close to attaining his dream of the elusive Nobel Prize, one of his few intellectual rivals had exposed his true nature and he'd instantly been disqualified. The committe had gone so far as to modify the rules to make sure no other freaks of nature would ever attempt to apply.
Raphael cussed; Mikey yipped. Donnie shook himself again, and picking up the slice of pizza pie Mikey had dropped off some hours before, returned to his work. It might have been beneath him in any other life, but in this life, he had brothers and a father to feed. Let Raphael protect the city, and Leo do... well, whatever it was Leo was doing tonight wherever he was. Let Mikey have his innocence while he could, and Splinter whatever peace they could give him in these sewers. He would work.
The End
