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Title: Dearest Sons
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Spoilers for the episode 'Same as it Never Was' season three
Pairing: None
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13 for character death
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for 100_situations prompt # 5: Son.

 

Your family hurts due to your son’s disappearance. Already the other three have lost hope, it has been too long without any clues and all of your regular enemies already tracked down and proved to be innocent.

Watching your youngest son at night curled in front of the television on the couch and quietly crying as he watches a program by himself that he once had company with him.

Listening to your son that had always shared your anger scream at a louder volume than you ever had as he tries to shed his pain.

Hearing the pain, fear, and weakness grow in your oldest son’s voice when there had only been strength, confidence, and love.

It pains you.

But you are helpless to change the situation. You are a victim as well to the sadness, the anger, and the broken heart that losing your son has caused for your family. And you fear that there is nothing left that you can give to your remaining sons; no more hopeful words are within your battered heart, no more wise decisions are in your fuming mind.

The last thing you have to give is your life. You give it, for them.

Title: Quiet Memories
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Spoilers for the episode 'Same as it Never Was' season three
Pairing: Don/Mikey
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 250
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for 100_situations prompt # 63: Whisper.

 

 

Mikey was adapting to the loss of his arm rather well. Considering it was easier to deal with losing one arm than it was to lose an entire family. Raph and Leo were still alive; they just kept their distance from pretty much everyone.

Raph still saw Casey and Casey met up with Mikey to talk about everything but Raph. It still reassured him that his brother was alive. Leo still visited Splinter’s grave weekly and sometimes Mikey would make the effort to try and catch him there.

No one still understands or knows what happened to Don. They just know that he won’t come back since he no longer has a family to come back to.

Mikey sighed as he walked alongside a patch of trees that Shredder hadn’t torn down yet in the park. He remembered a time when they were still a full team and happily playing a game of ninja tag through the trees. He squashed the thought before he reminisced about happier times. It only depressed him to think of what once was.

The wind blew overhead, rattling the leaves in the tall trees. Mikey closed his eyes as the warm, summer wind caressed over his face, a whisper of an olive hand once doing the same. Mikey tried to ignore the memories of Don, of soft eyes smiling down at him, a gently caress on his thighs, and that low churr of his name.

Mikey turned his shell to the wind and the memories.

 

Title: Slow Eruption
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Spoilers for the episode 'Same as it Never Was' season three
Pairing: None
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for 100_situations prompt # 90: Bomb.

There’s no time for sorrow; no time to mourn for his lost friends and father. He has to keep a level head, a clear mind with no heavy emotions clinging and dragging him down and away from his project at hand. After the battle, if he makes it out from the battle like so many before him didn’t; that is the time to breakdown.

And he will.

He’ll shake and sob and yell that it wasn’t fair, wasn’t his choice. He’ll apologize to those who had been lost to him for apparently too long. He will continue to weep until he becomes dehydrated and falls into an empty stupor.

Then he will beg and pray to anyone, above, below, or on even grounds with him, to make it all just a bad dream. Bad dream or not, he was forced to experience it, to know that he caused so much destruction by not being there for his family and friends.

But that will be later. For now, Donatello continues to work on his battle suit, making alterations, making it deadly. His emotions lie dormant in his brain, a ticking bomb for later that will wreak havoc when it goes off.