TMNT Scenarios

Before the First Date: Donnie

Flashback:

"Okay, so now just cross the blue wire with the yellow one there, and be careful not to touch the red one, alright?," Donnie was instructing you on how to repair one of his many inventions as a way to pass time. Though you were more into biology and chemistry, you felt that it wouldn't cause any harm in brushing up on your robotics a little; unfortunately it did cause harm but not you. You did as you were told and crossed the two, taking special care not to touch the red one, as soon as you did, the device sparked to life and charged Donnie. Taking him completely by surprise, the walking tin can tackled Donnie and pinned him easily; Donnie laid there flailing like a beetle that had been rolled onto its back. 

As fast as she could, (Y/N) rushed over to the wrestling mass of metal and green. Not knowing to best help, she jumped into the mix hoping to shut off the contraption in time before it crushed Donnie. As the three of them rolled around on the floor, the robot's elbow reeled back in an attempt to grab at Donnie's face, in the process the thing had elbowed (Y/N) in the jaw, hard. As soon as it connected, she knew she was going to have a decent bruise but she set that aside so that she could help the purple clad terrapin. Beyond frustrated at this point, (Y/N) reached for the open panel at the nape of the robots neck and yanked at the exposed wires. Pulling back, her fist held a decent amount of wires and circuits. It only took a minute for the death machine to go rigid and fall on top of Donnie, lifeless. With it's full weight on his body, Donnie had to use a great deal of strength to roll it off of him. Once the machine was off of his lungs, Donnie just laid there, seriously considering how important it was to continue on enhancing the damned thing. As Donnie lay on the floor, (Y/N) stood catching her breath. Once it had evened out, she couldn't help but to laugh at the entire situation. At the sound of her melodious laughter, Donnie sat up and peered at her.  Normally he would have been infuriated with the situation, but with (Y/N) here making light of it, he couldn't help but to see the humor in it. He began to laugh along with her, taking it all in stride. Once the laughter had died down between the two, Donnie had risen to stand and drag the robot back to it's spot in the corner while (Y/N) began clearing the work bench. As Donnie was walking back to take a place next to her in order to help clear the work bench, he began to thank her for coming to his rescue. Unfortunately, that was cut short as soon as he gazed down at her and saw the vibrant purple bruise forming on the side of her chin. 

At the sight of the bruise, Donnie went still and silent. He thought he had been the one to cause it as he was not entirely paying attention as he wrestled with the robot. He felt sick to his stomach, though she might not have thought much about it, it began to tear him apart on the inside. Taking notice of his abrupt silence and stillness, (Y/N) stopped her work and stared back at Donnie with a quirked brow. She quickly caught on to what he was staring at, her eyes widened because she knew what he must have been thinking. As quick as lighting she explained to him that it was the machine and not him. His stone cold gaze softened before hardening again, he really wished you could kill a robot twice. Immediately, he insisted that he double check her to make sure she was okay, no concussions, other bruises, etc. (Y/N) consented knowing that if she hadn't, it would worry him even more. After about a 20 minute check up from Dr. Don, (Y/N) received the all clear. Before she could slip away however, Donnie caught her and instructed her to go home and ice the bruise to prevent it from swelling. Instead of pointlessly protesting, she consented and made her way home.

Present- 2 Days Later

The bruised had flowered into an interesting array of greens, yellows, and browns that was about the size of an infants fist. You stare at it in the mirror as you poke and prod at it, it was still tender to the touch but it didn't stop you from poking at it. Thankfully it hadn't had swelled because you listened to Donnie's icing instructions. It didn't really bother you that it was there considering that  you somehow always have one or two mysterious bruises dotting your limbs. You were just hoping that it would fade a little more in the few days before your date with Donnie. You don't want him to stare or focus on it while you two were together. For a brief moment, you considered using a bit of concealer but thought better of it, concluding that it would raise more questions than anything. 

Your phone chimes while you're still playing with the bruise, you look down to see its another message from the purple clad turtle checking on you to see if you were okay. This was about the 5th time today, he's asked you. You chalked it up to him feeling guilty because it was his invention that decked you in the face. Shaking your head lightly, you reply with that you were in fact okay. Before you could set down the phone, you receive another message from Donnie. For a moment you considered that he was either spying or could read minds. He had sent 

"That's good to hear. And stop poking at it, its not going to make it go away any faster."

Swiveling around, you double check to see if you were indeed being spied on. When you were convinced that there weren't anyways cameras watching you, you reply to him feigning innocence and changing the subject. You derail his train of thought by asking him what he was planning for the big date. After about 5 minutes with no reply, you smirk and go back to inspecting your face. Some time had passed before your phone had gone off again, and when it did you had temporarily forgotten what you had ask the turtle. Expecting to see a long winded, thorough plan, you were surprised to see a short response stating  that it was a surprise. Donnie didn't do surprises, he liked planning down to the last detail including the direction of the wind. This had thrown you for a loop, and while you were thinking of all the possibilities of what he has planned, your hand goes back to bruise pushing on it lightly welcoming the odd pain that came from it. Almost immediately you receive another text warning you to stop playing with your bruise. Instantly you drop your hand and begin snooping through your apartment for cameras and thinking of what in the world Donnatello has planned.