ROTTMNT Stuff (And Some 2k12)

" 'M scared." (Wholesome)

(3rd and possibly final part of the "Reckless Battery Burns" fic. This one doesn't have much (if any) angst.)

"R- Raph. ." The genius croaked, tone laced with a clear emotion the snapper should have noticed sooner.

"Yeah, bud?"

" 'M scared-"

"Oh, Don- Hey, hey. ." The snapper sat beside him, making sure not to touch him in case the latter didn't want the physical contact. "Can I touch you?"
The genius nodded slightly in response.
Raph smiled, nodding. "I'm going to pick you up and set ya into my lap, 's that alright?"
There was another nod.
He gently picked up the younger, laying him sideways in his lap as the latter shifted slightly and curled in on himself. "Would ya like the others here, or just me?" He asked quietly.
There was a small pause, then a small shift from the soft-shells arms as he shakily lifted his hands. He slowly signed "J- Just you." Then dropped his arms with a wince.
"Aight. . Don't hurt ya'self bud-" He looked back up at the two, who stood there awkwardly. They very clearly wanted to help but didn't know what to do, since they weren't here when it all went down.

"Can you two go set up the med-bay for em? I wasn't able ta properly set it up 'cause- y'know-"
They nodded and quickly left, disappearing in a matter of seconds.
"H- hurts. . ." The genius muttered.
The snapper looked back down at Donnie, silently noting his shaking. "Hey. . Raph's not gonna say it's gonna be alright, or that it is alright, because I know it isn't, and I dunno if it fully will be. But, are ya able to tell Raph what's scarin' ya? Without hurtin' ya'self more?"
There was a small moment of silence, and Raph started to feel worried with just how quiet it was.
"Bud?"
"R- Raph. ."
"Yeah?"
"A- are you gonna- tell the others. . ?"
"Only if ya want me to, bud." He reassured him.
"P- please don't. ." He muttered, shaking his head and balling his hands up into weak, shaky fists.
"Alright then, I won't."

"Do- Do you have a voice in your head-?" He began.
"Well- yeah- mi-"
"That isn't quite yours. . ?" He looked up at the older with tear-filled eyes.
"What? What is-" He paused, trying to figure out what to say. "What- exactly is this voice. . Saying?"

Don't tell him, he won't believe you. He won't care, you're just being dramatic, Donatello.

He tensed up, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. He covered his face with his hands.
"Hey, don't worry, whatever it's sayin' ain't true. ." He quickly—but gently—pulled him close to his plastron, wrapping his arms around him to keep him close. "You can tell me when you feel like it. ."
The younger shoved his face into his plastron, resting his hands beside said face and sniffling.
"You can cry, I won't tell 'em. Promise." Raph said quietly, smiling ever so slightly as he heard sniffs, become hics, become sobs. He was glad his brother trusted him, and he would ensure to keep it.
The genius sobbed, pressing his face into the Snappers plastron and whispering choked apologies to him.
"No need to apologize, dude. There ain't anythin' to be sorry 'bout."

Lies. All lies, Donatello. He has seen you as weak.
He will use it against you.

There was a small hum, seemingly coming from Raphael. It sounded- familiar. . Calming. He remembered this tune, it was an old lullaby from when they were tots. One they made to help calm them down and help them sleep. . .

This. . This is nice. . . I feel- I feel tired. .

The vibrations from the humming in the older's plastron we're oddly soothing, causing Donnie to start to nod off. The crying had stopped, replaced by small sniffles here and there.

Raph continued to hum, smiling at the knowledge that it had been working. He felt the softshell relax more, the crying stopping soon before. Even the shaking had slowed, though it hadn't completely stopped. Soon, he felt the younger go deadweight into his lap, signifying he was, indeed, asleep.

The snapper carefully stood, holding Donnie close so he didn't wake up, and so he didn't risk dropping him. "Let's go home buddy. . ." He began walking back, thinking to himself as he walked.

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Raphael awoke, looking around to remember where he was before realizing and looking down.
Donatello was clinging to his side, arm latched to his plastron and hugging him surprisingly tight.
The older froze, unknowing what to do at first until settling on just continuing to nap until the other let go. he rested his arm behind the softshell, hand rested on his carapace and rubbing it in soothing motions.
The genius shifted a bit, murmuring something inaudible before snuggling closer. Suddenly his eyes shot open, glancing around quickly at his surroundings.
"Oh- sorry bud- Did I wake ya?"
"W- where-?"
"We're in the med-bay, I carried you here when ya fell asleep yesterday." He reminded, seeming to know exactly what he was asking.

"Oh- Ap- pologies-" He muttered, letting go of the snapper and shuffling away a bit.
He lifted his hand, resting it on his own chest and smiling. "Nah, 'ts fine Don. Feel better?"
The softshell paused, thinking a moment before nodding.
"Good, that's good. 'm glad it worked-"
He just nodded again.

"I- I suppose I'll tell you now. . ."