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So, anyone remember this fic? The one where I said to myself, "Hey, it would be a great idea to write a TMNT NaNo and let's not forget the Dark Clones. Oh and let's put them on some random planet and get them babies somehow lolololol!~" Right, I forgot about it too. Well, I didn't forget it I just forgot about writing it. Anyways, Mica reminded me of it and since she's been awesome to me lately (READ THE FICLET SHE WROTE FOR ME) I decided to post a sneak peak for the next part of that fic for her since she actually likes it. And when I say sneak peak, I mean the finished part that I have so far. I have more, just not connected yet.
Title: I Have No Idea
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Original character
Pairing: Many but only Rafieo/Mikey really implied here.
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 4,253
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic aside from Miss B. I just named a few and gave them personalities.
Author's Note: If you see any typos or whatever feel free to tell me!~
The group of variously sized eight turtles and one small, old lady stopped in the middle of an entry room in the old lady’s house. From what the turtles have seen of the home, the old lady obviously was well off money wise and loved to decorate her large home. The floors switched from lovely wooden floorboards to plush carpets in dining rooms.
“Well then,” Miss B smiled, her wrinkles moving with the lines of her mouth, and looked around at the eight of them. “Now that we’ve gotten introductions and half of the tour done with, I think it’s time I start up that lemonade I mentioned. Or would you like to see your rooms first?” She asked, looking at Michael with a little smirk.
“Oh, rooms, rooms!” Michael jumped up excitedly, waving his hands in the air as encouragement.
Miss B chuckled, “I thought you’d say that. Okay then, follow me upstairs and I’ll show you to your rooms.” She climbed up the dozen or so stairs to the second floor. The first floor had contained an entertainment room with a huge television, every movie known to the turtles and so many more that had come out in the years the turtles had skipped over, a foosball table, and darts. There was a library the size of the turtles’ lair that sent Donnie nearly into a heart attack of joy and a kitchen that almost did the same thing with Mikey, especially since the kitchen was connected to the outside porch that viewed across the beach to the sparkling sea and even a bit of the forest.
They had also been shown the basement which held a workout room with different weight sets and exercise machine with an attached dojo with a weapons wrack to rival Master Splinter’s own collection. Miss B had explained that her oldest, John, had a thing for martial arts. Leo claimed that he’d like to meet John.
“This is my room,” Miss B showed as she gestured to the first door they came across, right at the top of the stairs. “In case you boys need me at night. Don’t hesitate to knock, okay?” They all nodded and she continued down the hall to the left.
“Now then, this was my little Johnnie’s room. Leo,” she smiled at him, “I think you’ll be most comfortable in here.” She pushed open the door to the soft blue toned room. There was a Zen garden in one corner of the room.
Leo nodded. “I think this room was made for me.” He confirmed and bowed to her. “Thank you very much.”
“Your father taught you such wonderful manners.” Miss B smiled and continued on down the hall. “Oh, before I forget, each of you boys have your own closets, which I don’t really think you were too concerned about,” she eyed their pretty much naked forms, “but you also have your own bathrooms as well.”
“Cool,” Michael grinned. “That means I can finally leave my bath toys out without anyone threatening my rubber duck.” No one bothered to point out that Michael currently didn’t have his rubber duck with him since they were on a different planet.
“Mikey, dear,” Miss B opened the door next to Leo’s room. “Would you mind sleeping in here? It belonged to my Ofelia but she was a bit of a tomboy so she insisted on a racecar bed even though it clashed against her pink walls.”
“Racecar bed?” Mikey’s eyes widened as he grinned. “So mine!” He claimed excitedly and ran into the room, instantly jumping onto the bed and making racecar noises.
“I didn’t think he would have a problem with that.” Miss B headed across the hallway. “Don, this room can be yours. I believe my little Frankie still has a few of his old notebooks and lab equipment in here.” Miss B offered and Don smiled.
“Thank you, Miss B, I think this will work lovely for me.” Don glanced into the room and took a deep breath. “Smells like science to me.” He grinned happily.
Raph rolled his eyes and shoved playfully at Don. “Yer such a nerd, Don.”
“Raph, this was Trevor’s room, it’s a little bare but it does still hold his first weight set and punching bag.” Miss B offered as she opened the door across from Leo’s room and next to Don’s.
“Wow, Miss B, I think yer kids were secretly us in a past life or something.” Raph claimed as he glanced into the room. “Yer Trevor even slept in a hammock like I do.”
“No, no,” Miss B shook her head. “My kids were all still alive back in your century.” She grinned and headed past her room to the other end of the hallway. “Leon, this was my Jack’s room. It’s similar to Johnnie’s except he had a bonsai tree instead of a Zen garden.”
Leon instantly perked up and Michael groaned. “Great, another stupid bonsai tree for Leon to go all mommy over.” Leon pushed him a bit roughly and smiled at Miss B.
“Thank you, mam.” He smiled gratefully and she returned the smile.
“Michael, this was Olivia’s room. Her favorite color was yellow but I believe I still have extra paint in the basement somewhere if you’d like to repaint it.” Miss B offered but Michael glanced into the room and shook his head.
“Nah, it’s fine,” He grinned. “I’m good with the color yellow,” he motioned to himself. “Besides, I’m just excited for a bed that’s not broken and a ceiling that doesn’t leak.” He exclaimed happily.
“Oh,” Miss B frowned a bit but walked across the hall. “Donald, this was Falcon’s room. He might have a few test tubes and things like that as well scattered around in different places.” Donald nodded his thanks and she continued on. “And then, Rafieo, this is Thomas’ bedroom.” She motioned for him to lean down to her level. “He had a liking for cats and art. He probably still has his sketchbooks and stuffed animal collection still in his closet.” She whispered to him and he grinned.
“Thank you,” he whispered back to her and she nodded.
“Well, you boys can switch rooms if you want to. I’m going to go get started on that lemonade.” She paused on the first step down. “I’m feeling like oatmeal raisin cookies as well.” She decided and hummed as she hurried down the stairs.
Raph, Leo, Don, and Mikey all looked at each other and their clones. “Dibs!” They all shouted and ran to the rooms they were originally showed, slamming the doors behind them. The four clones stared at each other and all shrugged as they went to their rooms as well to look around and get comfortable.
“This has got to be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to us!” Mikey shouted as he held his hands over his head and spun around in the hallway. “Seriously, how many times do we ever crash on a planet and get to live in a mansion on the beach? This is way too good to be true, especially for us, dudes.” Mikey pointed out.
“Well, I suppose it’s about time our turtle luck finally became good.” Don shrugged as a suggestion.
“It’s not all good,” Raph argued, as the four headed down the stairs. “We are stuck on this planet with our double crossin’ clones. Who knows when they’ll spring whatever trap they’ve got?” Raph pointed out.
“Lay off of the guys, Raph,” Mikey frowned. “They obviously don’t have anything planned against us or else they would have done it by now.” Mikey paused as he stood in the doorway of the large kitchen broken in half to serve as a small dining area as well. “Maybe Miss B is planning on cooking us up or something?” Mikey thought aloud. “Like that one story about those two kids that are in the woods and that nice old lady turns out to be a witch who fattens them all up and then eats them?”
“Hansel and Gretel?” Leo asked, shaking his head yet not really all too surprised to hear such an idea from Mikey.
“Exactly,” Mikey snuck ahead into the kitchen and pointed at the kitchen counter. “Look at that!” Mikey exclaimed as the others followed him into the large, open kitchen.
“What?” Don narrowed his eyes and stared at the plate of fresh raisin cookies on the counter. “The freshly made pastries sitting innocently on the counter?”
“That’s what Miss B wants you to think, but she’s just trying to fatten us all up so she can make more turtle soup.” Mikey smirked as he strode up to the counter and grabbed a handful of cookies. “Don’t worry, bros, I’ll save you guys from her evil trap!” Mikey stuffed the cookies into his mouth.
“Yeah, right,” Raph growled and grabbed at the platter. “The only things that need savin’ around here are these cookies from yer big mouth.” Raph grabbed himself a cookie and brushed the crumbs from his hands. “Dang, the lady knows how ta cook.”
“Why thank you, boys.” Miss B smiled as she walked around them to the refrigerator and grabbed a pitcher of lemonade. “There are more cookies outside if you’d care to join the rest of us.”
“Can we bring these with us?” Mikey asked as he grabbed the plate of cookies without waiting for an answer and dived out of the open doors.
“Hey, bring those back, ya goofball!” Raph bellowed as he chased Mikey out of the glass doors that led to the high overseeing porch. Mikey chuckled and jumped onto the wooden railing along the edges of the porch.
“These cookies are mine now, Raphie boy!” Mikey teased as he dangled the cookies above Raph.
“Over yer dead body!” Raph grinned and grabbed Mikey around the legs. Mikey yelped as he was tossed over Raph’s shoulder and uncharacteristically dropped onto the porch. “Gimme the cookies!” They both scrambled for the last few cookies that had dropped onto the wooden porch.
“Is that healthy for them?” Leon asked. Raph and Mikey stopped just as Mikey shoved a cookie into Raph’s mouth and Raph had a hand tugging back on Mikey’s bandana. They both looked up to see Leon looking down at them, a confused, yet amused, look on his face.
“They’re just being boys,” Miss B chuckled as she finished pouring nine glasses of lemonade and slowly passed them around the table. “I rather missed the roughhousing so many boys in one home brought.”
“Honestly, we get worried when these two start acting normally and polite.” Don concluded as he stared down at Mikey and Raph as well. He picked up the tossed platter of cookies and sat it on top of the light blue table cloth covering the table. “Sorry about your cookies, Miss B.” He apologized as Raph and Mikey continued to wrestle on the ground for the last of the baked goods that was slowly being smashed with their actions.
“Please, if there is one thing I learned in all my years of raising children,” Miss B smiled as she held out a glass and a cookie to Don. “It’s that you always bake two batches of cookies and separate them at once.” She smiled wisely as she took a seat at the long table and began to munch on a cookie of her own.
“Hey, who’s up for building a sandcastle?” Mikey asked after Raph had won and swallowed the last of the first batch of cookies.
“Mikey,” Leo groaned, “we just spent the last few days on the beach; aren’t you a little tired of sand?”
“Of course not, dude,” Mikey grinned. “We were always working when we were on the beach. Now we can kick back and enjoy the beach like it’s meant to be enjoyed.” Mikey looked around at the unamused faces and frowned. “Fine then, I’ll go have a wet t-shirt contest all on my own.” Mikey stuck out his tongue and started down the multitude of stairs leading to the beach.
“Hey, Rafieo,” Michael elbowed the red turtle in the side. “Maybe he needs help judging?”
“Shut it,” Rafieo snarled and shoved Michael out of his plastic chair as he stood and headed into the house.
“Jerk!” Michael called after him as he picked himself up off the floor. “Leon,” he instantly pouted to the other turtle. “Did you see what he did to me?”
“You provoked him,” Leon responded blankly as he sipped at his lemonade, obviously not concerned about his brothers’ normal behaviors.
Leo, on the other hand, cleared his throat and turned to the lady at the head of the table. “Miss B, I was wondering how you could possibly have enough food to provide for eight others for another year? Don’t you have some sort of communication device to let others know when to deliver your food or something we could possibly use to get a message to Earth?”
Miss B wiped her hands on her long sleeves and smiled. “I’m afraid not. You boys are going to be stuck here with me for a good while. But don’t worry about the food; I have one of those new-aged home computer things. It’s like a catalog that allows me to order anything and have it instantly shipped here, no communication needed. My little Johnnie got it for me last Christmas and set up the account and everything.”
“And you won’t be seeing your son until this Christmas?” Leo asked dreading that it was still January.
“I’m afraid so.” She frowned, “But it’s only five more years until Christmas, dear, it’s not like you’re waiting for the universe to end.”
“Five years?” Leo’s eyes widened and he stood up. “What do you mean five years until Christmas?”
“Well, due to this little planet’s positioning in the galaxy, every one year of Earth time is really five years here.” Miss B shrugged. “It has something to do with being near the edge of a worm-hole or something. All I know is that I got this planet a bit cheaper because of it.”
“Wait, wait,” Leo sat down and rubbed at his temples. “Are you saying that every one year on this planet is five years on Earth?”
“Why, heaven’s no!” Miss B exclaimed with a shake of her head, uncurling more of her light hair from the bun atop of her head. “I’m saying that every one year on Earth is equivalent to five years here. So while it may seem like you’ll be spending five years here, it will only be about one year away from all of your friends back on Earth.”
Don placed his hand on Leo’s shoulder comfortingly. “We’ve had worse,” he reminded Leo with a smile. “After all, who knows how long we will truly be away from our time? We could spend ten years in the future but return only a minute after we teleported out of our time.” Leo frowned thinking about that. Time travel and such things were too confusing sometimes.
“But wait, won’t that mean that we’ll be five years older when we get back to everyone?” Raph asked with a scowl.
“Now you can see why I got this planet so cheaply. Most Earthlings willing to buy this planet didn’t want to die earlier than it was necessary.” Miss B shrugged. “I’m sorry boys, but you will be five years older when you leave.”
“You don’t have any way to contact your son?” Leo tried again.
“Oh no, he’s really quite busy to have to make a fuss over me.” She chuckled good naturedly and stood. “I hope you boys like frozen pizza for dinner. I’ll order something more special for tomorrow’s dinner.” She strode back into the kitchen while she hummed.
“A year away from Splinter isn’t that long, Leo,” Don tried to reassure him.
“Yeah, relax, Fearless,” Raph leaned back in his chair as he nursed his lemonade. “So when we get back to the past we’ll be legally allowed to drink, who cares? Besides, it’s like taking a vacation fer a longer time then we’re really gone. More bang fer our bucks, or whatever.”
“Guys, I found a starfish!” Mikey excitedly paraded onto the porch, swinging his prize in his hand. “At least, I think it’s a starfish; just a bright pink one with eight legs instead of the normal, like, five.”
“Mikey, go put that back into the water before you kill it.” Don scolded.
“Fine,” Mikey pouted, “but when I find buried treasure next, I’m not even going to bother showing it to you.” Mikey grumbled as he trudged back down to the beach.
“Welcome to the next five years of your life.” Michael added helpfully as Leo groaned and placed his head into his hands.
“That’s sweet,” Mikey grinned as he was given the news. “We can really get to know our clones and everything with that much time. And think of all the bonding moments as bros we can finally have. I mean, we don’t have to sneak around Sensei anymore to get to Raph’s porn collection.” Mikey pointed out, earning a smack to the back of his head from Raph.
“I told ya to stay out of my room.” Raph snarled.
Mikey pouted as he rubbed at his head. “Raph’s a jerk.” He whined to Don.
Don shook his head. “I have to agree with Raph on this one. You really shouldn’t touch other people’s pornography, Mikey. It’s a very private thing.”
Mikey blinked and stared at Don with a frown. “Yeah but if you shared yours then I wouldn’t have to go after Raph’s. So, essentially, it’s your fault.” Don sighed and rolled his eyes at the accusation.
“Wait a minute; Donnie-boy’s got porn?” Raph smirked, “Yer shittin’ me.”
“What teenaged boy doesn’t?” Don asked with a frown. Raph looked accusingly at Leo.
Leo coughed into his hand and turned away. “I plead the fifth.”
“Leo has porn too!” Mikey’s eyes twinkled with delight at the new information. “See how much we’re learning about each other already? Besides, by the time we get back to Splinter, he won’t have to deal with the last of our teenaged years. We’ll practically be adults when we return to him because we’ll be five years older, right?” He turned to Don for reassurance. Don nodded his head and Mikey grinned. “Cool, I’ll be twenty.” He paused for a moment as a frown formed on his face. “Does this mean I miss out on four Birthday parties?”
Raph groaned and started to walk away. “Alright, news delivered, Mikey’s obviously not concerned. I’m gonna go break in the.” He waved his hand over his shoulder.
Mikey scowled at Raph’s sudden dismissal and turned to Leo. “So what kind of porn do you have?”
Leo’s face heated. “I think I’ll go join Raph.” He stated as he hurried after his brother’s retreating shell.
Pouting, Mikey turned to his last brother only to see Don already leaving him. “Hey, where are you going?” He called.
“I’m going to go talk to Donald.” Don replied.
“What am I supposed to do?” Mikey frowned as he looked around himself at the unfamiliar setting.
“Go find your own clone and start that “bonding” that you wanted to do.” Don suggested as he disappeared out of Mikey’s view.
Mikey thought about the suggestion for a moment before nodding his head. “Okay then.” He went to search for Michael. Eventually, he found his clone but frowned at seeing him with Rafieo and Leon as well in the entertainment room. Mikey felt a bit nervous to be in a room by himself with the three clones. So he went to find Raph and drag him back to the room in hopes of not feeling as awkward as he would being by himself.
“So, are you ready to get off your pedestal and tell me why you destroyed my creation?” Don asked when he finally managed to corner Donald alone. He didn’t want to make a big scene but he still needed to know why Donald had destroyed his communication device, for his curiosity’s sake. Finding Donald in the large library without anyone else was the perfect place to hold such a conversation.
Donald glared at him and crossed his arms over his plastron, not willing to give an inch or comment on Don’s accusation. “Not even bothering with your wild animal theory anymore?” Don smirked knowingly.
Donald sighed. “You caught me, congratulations.” He rolled his eyes. “Can I go now? I wanted to read this, privately.” Donald waved the book in his hand for emphasis.
“I just want to know why you destroyed my communication device. We could have contacted someone to come pick us up by now.” Don stated calmly.
Donald rubbed at the skin between his eyes with one, long finger. “Maybe I didn’t want to leave this planet yet, did you ever think about that?” He growled. “I don’t really have anything to look forward to once I get back to Earth. Forgive me for actually liking it here even though I’m surrounded by those idiots you call brothers and you. It’s still a lot nicer than being treated like faulty property by Dunn.” He muttered the last sentence, turning to the side, away from Don, as he inspected the book he was holding with narrowed eyes.
“Property?” Don frowned as he repeated the word.
“Yes, property,” Donald barked, “not henchmen or anything like that. We are bio-generated organisms. We have serial numbers and we’re registered as creations from O’Neil Tech. We’re property, not beings. So forgive me if I liked not being owned for a while and wanted to remain so for a bit longer.” Donald glared at the book as though it was personally offending him.
“I’m sorry,” Don whispered after a moment. “I hadn’t realized. If you had told me,” Don stared at the other’s shell as Donald replaced the book on one of the shelves in favor of browsing for another. “You don’t have to go back to him when we return. There are other options, you know.”
“Hopefully, by the time we return, he’ll have been killed off by a heart attack or something. The bastard has a lot of health problems due to his size.” Donald shrugged and glanced over his shoulder. He grabbed a book and walked past Don as the smaller turtle fidgeted from one foot to the other.
Don was feeling slightly ashamed of himself. He had a picture of Donald already; he had thought he had his clone all figured out. But then he had to learn that his clone couldn’t be blamed for his angry outlook on life with the life he was given.
“You suck, Michael.” Rafieo chuckled after the third consecutive goal in a row while playing foosball, making the game over with a score of fifteen to two. “Seriously, you were worse than Leon.” Rafieo insulted as he grinned victoriously.
“I’ve never played before.” Michael argued with a frown.
“What and ya think I have? My first game was with Leon.” Rafieo reminded. “I guess I just have natural talent at the game.”
“I’ll take you on.” Mikey challenged as he entered the room with a reluctant Raph at his side. A quick trip to the dojo to pester Raph had been successful. “I’ve never played before but I think I can take you.” Mikey stated confidently.
“Please, Mikey, Rafieo’s got skills from his original. Even if he’s only got half of my talent he’s still got plenty ta beat ya in any game.” Raph grinned as he stood off to the side and prepared to watch.
Mikey stood on his side and fingered the different handles as he grinned up at Rafieo. “First one to fifteen is the winner,” Rafieo explained and Mikey nodded in agreement as he gripped his handles. The others stood on the ends and watched as the ball dropped and the game began.
“Foosball Champion!” Mikey cheered obnoxiously as he pumped his fists in the air excitedly as the ball rolled into Rafieo’s basket. “Oh yeah, oh yeah!”
Michael grinned and slapped Mikey’s hand when offered. Leon stared at Mikey and Michael amusedly as the two jeered at Rafieo and Raph.
Mikey taunted Raph and then turned to do the same to the large clone only to pause. He noticed the way that Rafieo was smiling at him and Mikey narrowed his eyes accusingly. “Did you let me win?” He asked. Rafieo was being too good of a graceful loser and Mikey knew that trait didn’t come from Raph.
“What? And relinquish my title? ‘Course not,” Rafieo shrugged. “You’re just that much better than me. Congrats.”
Michael smirked as he looked from Rafieo to Mikey. “Hah, Rafieo did let you beat him!”
“I did not!” Rafieo argued. “Mikey beat me fair an’ square.”
“That’s bull. I tried to pull that same move that he did but you were able to block me.” Michael pointed out.
“That’s because ya did the move wrong since you suck. Mikey’s actually good at this game.” Rafieo growled as he got closer to Michael threateningly.
“Okay, okay, it’s just a game.” Raph stood between the two clones. “Besides, it don’t matter who let who win ‘cause I’m gonna kick Mikey’s butt at this.” He smirked.
Mikey looked away from Rafieo to grin at his brother’s challenge. “Bring it on, Raphie.”
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Date: 2010-02-06 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-31 01:42 am (UTC)And Rafieo totally let Mikey win. ;)
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Date: 2010-02-06 04:53 am (UTC)Shhhh. ;D
Awesome!
Date: 2010-03-25 09:14 pm (UTC)Hope you'll write some more soon!
Re: Awesome!
Date: 2010-04-06 10:56 pm (UTC)