Mr and Mrs Hamato

Prologue 1

Timestamp - New York City's Apocalyptic Future

- 3 years after Cassandra Jones', and 4 years after Raphael's death-

Dianne stood in the showers. She relished what little water ran through the underground pipe systems, which somehow managed to survive nearly a decade of war and famine. It has been almost 21 days since her last shower. Now the grime was no longer caked on her skin, not to say that it wasn't squeaky clean but manageable and a blessing altogether.

The fight today was relatively tame. Dianne and her team were deployed to the barren streets of NYC to scavenge for any medical supplies to bring back to the Krang Rebellion Underground Base (KRUB). Thank to whatever celestial that existed aside from the brain aliens, the scavenging team returned safely.

Now, Dianne lazily leaned on the bathroom wall and allowed the trickle of water to distract her from any thoughts.

A light thrumming sound echoed into the steaming bathroom. Dianne was pulled from the thoughts, "Shel?"

Within seconds a gleeful robotic voice replied, "It's Dad! He's back!". Finally releasing the breath she held in, Dianne sighed with relief and thanked Sheldon for announcing her dear husband's return. Some rustling could be heard from outside the shower, a little chatter between father and son. No doubt both were more than delighted to see each other again after her husband's 14day absence. Away on a mission, as usual.

Dianne just smiled at the little domestic interaction. Her heart finally calmed when soft but sturdy footsteps entered the bathroom, and the person closed the door behind them. Locking the two lovers in blissful peace.

Dianne laughed gently as Donatello's hands enveloped her steaming body in a tight hug. Her hand came over to cover his own and she turned her head to lean more into his plastron. Hamato Donatello's smile grew ever sweeter and he buried his face into the crook of his wife's neck. " 'M happy to be home," he said then continued to hold his wife ever closer, running his worn hands over her damp skin and silently thanking her for surviving her scavenging mission. Dianne tilted her head so that her forehead met with his, " Thank you for coming back home safely, Mr.Hamato.". Donatello grinned into her shoulder and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

Yes, the warm shower was wonderful on the softshell's turtle's skin. Being cold-blooded and all, he never denied warmth. However, add the warmth provided by his loving wife; now, why would he ever be such a dumb dumb and say no to that?

"For you, everything, Mrs. Hamato."

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After the warm bath, Donatello and Dianne snuggled together on their bed. Both husband and wife hummed in contentment as they basked in each other's presence. Maternal instincts took over as Dianne noticed the absence of her AI-brought-to-life-son. "Where's Sheldon?"

"With April, Mikey, and Nardo'. He wanted to meet Casey Jr as soon as we got back from missions,"

Dianne smiled thoughtfully. Sheldon and Casey acknowledged each other as cousins. Casey obviously takes Leonardo as his foster dad after Cassandra died a warrior's death. The red-eared slider had no qualms about this, as he was definitely taken by the young Casey Jr as well. Sheldon on the other hand was brought to life, literally. Donatello being the tech whiz he is did what was considered impossible.

After getting his hands on some Krang tech, mainly, growing metal, he built a cyborg body for Sheldon and brought his brainchild to life. Since Sheldon is made of growing metal, he could age and grow like a normal person. Feel and love and live like a human being. Donatello also aged making him just right so that the two young boys were of the same age. Both at the tender age of 11, the youngest of the Hamato clan.

Donatello raised a brow, looking to his wife who decided to turn in his arms. Her beautiful face met his and immediately she grazed Donatello's cheek with her thumb. "That's good. The boys should experience a good life." Her husband chuckled weakly, "If you consider living in the sewers during a worldwide Krang Apocalypse normal, sure."

Dianne couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. Donatello never lost his sarcasm. "Come on, you know what I mean, love," she mused. Donatello gave one of his half-second unamused looks, razzing his wife. "Gasp, I don't know, dear. Shall my loving wife enlighten me with her dazzling knowledge?"

"Donnie..."

"Shall my dearest bestow upon me not just the elegance and beauty but her innate smarts as well?" Donnie pulled Dianne closer by the waist, flustering Dianne immensely. His legs intertwined with hers trapping her body to himself. He wasn't a touchy-feely person when they first met as teens, but after getting together, and lords have mercy, after their marriage, Donnie could not seem to get his hands off her. Neither could she get her hands off him.

Dianne giggled, putting her hands on his plastron and finally bursting into laughter as Donnie began to tickle her sides, "Gah,Dee sto- stop-"

"Come on, love. Just tell me.." Donnie said and peppered tiny kisses all over his lover's face and neck. "D-Don, you k-know what I mean-" Dianne squealed with joy and made Donnie's chest rumble with his own laughter.

The happy couple settled after a while, but their smiles were still bright on their faces. Donnie brought Dianne's hand's to his lips, "I love you, so much," he kissed her knuckles, "I love you with all my heart, Hamato Dianne", the placed one kiss in each of her palms. Dianne melted into her husband, reaching out one hand so that her slender fingers could gently graze his jawline. She finally held to the side of his face and brought Donnie down for a sweet kiss.

Longing and passion could be felt as Donnie melted into her touch, letting his soul be once again drawn into her being. For it is her that Donnie would drown his sorrows in, as he lets Dianne drown her sorrows in him. As long as both of them had each other, come Krang or not, Donnie and Dianne would always be there for each other.

"I love you too, Hamato Donatello,"