The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 2: Into Dimension X

Author: *drowning in piles of work and senior project information*Author: *Gasp!* I'm alive! everything's ok. Everything is on time. Dude dates at work, managed. Homework, turned in. Fanfiction....fanfiction? When did i last update that?Author: *Checks the date* June 2nd! Shoot! In summary, I'm sorry. This chapter is kinda trash. Enjoy the fruits of my burnout labor. 

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 "Okay Finch, we are heading out on patrol," Leonardo said with a smile as he kissed the top of Y/n's head. "Are you sure you don't want to join us? Donnie says your hands are just about healed up."

"Yeah, I know but it still hurts to grip my Kunai," Y/n replied as she looked away from the big book of formulas and various maths she and Donatello had been trying to put together recently. (If they could get everything to line up, they should be able to start turning this turtle mech of Donnie's into something more than just a dreamy fan boy idea.) Her gaze landed on her hands, specifically the large, raised scar that stretched across her palms, positioned right where her hands creased. "I think some PT will help me out, but that will just take more time..."

She trailed off at her own words. Y/n wasn't quite sure when the idea of being benched stopped bothering her. It had been over a month since they had gone on the Karai mission, a month since the last time she had left the lair for anything other than a casual trip to the store or meet up with April and Casey. Her time has been spent cooking, cleaning, and working in the lab. When she wasn't doing those things she'd be dragging Leo away to have a bit of alone time, which consisted mostly of him reporting back to her where the search for Karai stood, which was somewhere between the realms of minimal and no progress.

She was comfortable. It was the same kind of comfort she had back in her apartment, a comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. The comfort that came from a boring consistent schedule. She's carefully assigned each area of the lair a different day to be its clean day, and even made a meal plan for each week. Each day had at least two hours of lab time with Donnie, some having more, as well as an hour of training / meditation time. It was consistent. It was easy. It was... admittedly starting to freak out her housemates.

While they would admit that knowing exactly where Y/n would be at any given moment was comforting, at the same time, watching her go around like some kind of zombie was unnerving. It was like a robot on a track. Wake up, kitchen, eat while leaning on the counter, kiss Leo's cheek, go to the dojo. Mainly watch training, jump in when asked, stay after to meditate with Master splinter, appear an hour later and go back to the kitchen to cook. Eat lunch standing, kiss Leo goodbye, meet with April or Casey for something. Come back in two hours. Work with Donnie in the lab until dinner. In the kitchen again, this time making dinner, sometimes teaching Mikey, she actually sits down for this meal. Does the dishes, then goes to clean whichever room she was up to. Finishes cleaning, goes back to the lab. Leo comes to the lab to collect Donnie and kiss Y/n goodbye. When they come back from patrol, Y/n is in the living room, half-awake but freshly showered. She greets them all, gets debriefed about their trip out, heads to her room to wait for Leo.

Every day, the exact. Same. Thing.

"I'll see you when you all get back, Francoeur." Y/n smiled before craning her neck just enough to press a kiss against the turtle's cheek. "Good luck on your search."

Leonardo accepted the affection and prepared to leave, but not before sending a concerned glance her way. Now don't get him wrong, he's happy that she's starting to develop a schedule, he knew how important her previous one was to her, but back at the apartments she never seemed so robotic. He was afraid that there was something else going on, something that she wasn't telling him. Sure, they had only been officially together for a month now, but before that they were still close. She should feel comfortable speaking to him. So why wasn't she?