TMNT x Reader - In a Turtle World

It begins

*THIS TOOK FOREVER ACK, but I'm so glad to have finally posted for you lovelies. I just got my computer back, so expect more updates (? maybe, I've got a whack of final projects but we'll see...)

"So, it's called Yang Tech. Is that supposed to mean something to me?" You called behind you while your eyes flew over the papers taken from your parents' apartment.

"Not to you maybe, but to your parents it's the opportunity of a lifetime." Donnie replied from the back of the lab, taking off his gear from the recent mission.

You took out a highlighter from Donnie's #1 Brainiac mug (a birthday gift from Raph) and circled the boldly printed "Yang Tech takes your business to the future!" at the top of the page.

You bit on the end of the highlighter unconsciously. Weren't you just being paranoid? Your parents were on a planned business trip, and here you were digging through their files like a maniac.

Donnie scrolled through several websites on his computer, pausing on one particular site. "Oh my god."

You walked over to the lab bench where he was working and rested your elbows on the counter, "You called?"

"Do you know who started Yang Tech?"

"Er, no." you said, turning around to grab some of the papers you had left lying on the floor. "There was nothing in these about who they were working for."

"It's Yul Yang."

You paused, "I think I've heard of her before. First woman to win the Nobel prize in Biomechanics, right?"

Donnie nodded, "Can you imagine? Your parents getting to work with the Yul Yang. She's like the Einstein of biology! Right now, she's working on a type of synthetic permeant insulin to cure type 1 diabetes using microrobots!" Donnie's smile grew even wider, you had to admit it was pretty adorable.

He continued, "Yul Yang is the future of technological sciences, no wonder your parents wanted to work with her!"

"They own a bakery."

Donnie's eyebrows furrowed, "Huh." He scratched the back of his head, "Do your parents make genetically modified pastries?"

"That sounds illegal."

"Maybe." He sighed, "I don't understand. Why would Yang Tech want to pair with a small New York bakery?"

"Small business initiative?" You asked, "I mean, if Yang Tech's already this cooperate giant, there isn't really any reason for them to be pairing with family owned shops unless it's part of some weird PR campaign. Giving opportunities to people like my parents would make their image come off as a lot more sympathetic and human, you know for a technology company."

"Huh," Donnie replied giving you a slight smile, "I didn't think of that."

You shrugged, "Yeah, well, you haven't had to sit through public image lectures from my mom whenever I work till." You stacked the papers at the end of the bench and poked Donnie to get his attention, "Any chance we could move our Japanese lesson to after lunch?"

"If you want. Why?"

"I promised I'd show Mikey how to make pineapple upside-down cake, you know before he tries doing it himself."

Donnie's eyes shifted from the door to his computer, "Oh, yeah that's fine – it's whatever works for you. I've got, things that I should get done anyways." He jabbed his thumb towards the container of milky white mutagen that you had recovered the night you first met the turtles.

"Any luck yet?" you asked, unplugging your phone from Donnie's new and improved turbo turtle charger.

"No, I still can't figure out what it does, and I don't –" he was cut off by the loud rumbling of a subway train that barreled through the New York underground just outside of the back wall. Timothy sloshed back and forth in his tank, and samples that were sitting on the shelves started tittering dangerously towards the edge.

"I'M GOING TO GRAB IT!" you yelled, reached for the white mutagen sample. It was your only hope of finding out what was going on with the Kraang, and why they wanted you dead so badly. To lose it now would mean you would be stuck here, fearing for your life, forever.

"WHAT?" Donnie called back, rushing to hold down his microscope and several slides on the other side of the room, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, THERE'S A TRAIN!"

You looked over your shoulder, "I KNOW! THAT'S WHY I'M GOING TO-" something heavy dripped on to your neck. You turned frantically and saw that the mutagen had fallen onto the edge of the metal shelf, dislodging the cap, and now you were covered in it.

The train began to fade as you quickly took off your hoodie, trying to use it to mop up the mutagen on your skin. Already, you could feel a strange tingling sensation, like ants crawling across your skin. You scrubbed harder, but the feeling only grew.

"Hey Don!" you called, trying to remain calm as you started laughing hysterically, "Do you think I'll turn into a mutant desk?"

"A what?"

"A desk, because that's what I last touched!" Your skin was stretching taunt and you were stuck smiling, laughing uncontrollably.

"What do you mean – holy crap!"

You heard Donnie run up from behind you, "Leo is going to kill me, Splinter is going to kill me, you might kill me! Oh god –" He immediately started digging through drawers, spilling their contents on the floor. "I didn't have anything made - this, nope, ack!"

"Shh, Donnie, it's fine," you now felt extremely light headed. The tight feeling was subsiding, now being replaced with a weird sensation in your stomach. As Donnie turned around with several vials, calling out for Leo, you felt like you were hit with a brick. Donnie kept glancing at you quickly as he pipetted a blue liquid into a purple solution, each time you were filled with a sense of fear and something else that you couldn't quite describe...

You immediately started panicking, closing your fists and opening them over and over. "Donnie," you whispered, "Something's wrong. I keep," he turned his eyes filled with concern

"Yes?" he asked quickly, "Y/N any symptoms you have could help me figure out what I need to be adding. Please tell me you're not feeling anything breaking, that could mean, oh shit that's calcium!" Donnie dumped out the mixture and started over again. "Sit down on the bench, don't move, please, Leo needs to show up now or we're going to have issues..."

Your face went hot, something pulled at your mind, "I, no, it's, how can I," then it spilled from your mouth, "I want to kiss you."

"Oh."