I've noticed a shocking lack of Jonatello in the TMNT fandom so I decided to fix that. This is just a silly story that will be updated periodically and shouldn't be taken too seriously. I know I kind of suck and dialog...and everything else but I'm trying my best so constructive criticism will be welcomed and appreciated! I want to thank my wonderful beta Athena the wise girl who I clumsily asked to preview and revise this story. Without their help this fic would be a wreck so go check out their stories ok? As you can tell, this entire story will be based around Rom-Com clichés. I have a few planned out but PLEASE feel free to give me some more ideas. This chapter is just a intro but I hope you enjoy and review!

Clichés: A predictable, overused sequence of action or an overused saying

Serendipity: The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

The first thing Casey became aware of when he woke was the dull pain in his side. The second thing was the dull pain in his legs. The third thing was the dull pain all over his body. He let out a low groan and tried to move his arms but they were stiff as boards. The dull pain in his body started to become more intense, increasing with each wheezy breath that he took. With a great amount of struggle, he tried to sit up. He managed to raise himself a few inches with his elbows only to collapse back down when a raw burning sensation spread through his thigh.

"Gah! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Ok, deep breaths, deep breaths. I-it doesn't hurt that much. You got this." Casey muttered to himself as he rubbed his leg up and down to ease the pain.

He tried to raise himself again but was met with the same result: His head hitting the pillow with a 'thump'. Under normal circumstances the pillow would have felt nice, but now all it did was bring about a headache. Casey propped his arms once more so he could try again when someone interrupted him.

"Oh, you're awake. I thought you'd still be passed out." Casey's neck was too stiff to turn but he recognized the person the voice belonged to.

"What 're you doin' here Donnie?" His words slurred together as he tried to move as little as possible.

"Um, I live here?"

Casey hadn't even realized that he was still in the lair. He strained his neck ever so slightly and saw that, sure enough, he was lying on his friends' couch in their living room. The lights in the dojo and the kitchen were turned off so it was safe bet that everyone was asleep. Casey wondered if Raph was still up in his room. If he could just get up and walk a few strides-

"How are you feeling?" Donnie's question interrupted Casey's thoughts and brought him back to the reality of his situation. He couldn't even sit up, how could he expect himself to walk?

"I feel-AH!" A sudden shot of pain ran up Casey's leg.

It was a blistering burning sensation that engulfed him; the pain felt like a thousand little red hot needles had been jabbed into his thigh at once. He reached to grab his leg but before he could he felt a cool hand spread onto the offending area. Donnie had rushed over to the couch and had gently placed his hands on Casey's thigh; his cool skin helping the burning sensation. Even through his jean Casey could tell that Donnie's hands were icy. He wondered briefly if it was a turtle thing. That thought was soon replaced with the awkward realization that Donnie's hand was moving up and down his leg.

"Whoa, hold up there Donnie Boy, just what the heck do you think you're doing?" Casey tried to push Donatello off of him despite the ache in his arms. Donnie wouldn't budge.

"Take off your pants." Donnie's words came out fast with a sense of urgency behind them. Casey was taken aback and tried even harder to push purple masked turtle away.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing!? Get off of me!"

"Shut up Jones, you're bleeding through the fabric!" Donnie held up his hand, soaked in dark red blood.

"Wha-?" Casey became light headed like he had just gotten whip lash.

He didn't make any movements to do what Donnie asked. The edges of things started to look fuzzy and he could feel that he was about to pass out for the second time that night.

"Casey? Casey! I need you to stay awake okay? I need you to take your jeans off so I can see the wound. It may be a major artery...Casey..."

Casey didn't hear anything else before he passed out.

Casey felt a soft touch glide across his thigh. It was a pleasant feeling, light and airy against his burning skin. He reveled in the feathery feeling of fingers for a moment. Then, suddenly, something was yanked across his leg and tied into a tight knot. The pressure caused him to grimace.

"Ouch! Watch it." Casey snapped at whoever was touching him.

"You're awake. Okay, that's good, this is good. Try to stay awake now, ok? Just…just stay awake."

Casey slowly opened his eyes and saw that he sitting on a metal table propped up against a stone wall. Donnie was sitting beside him, wrapping up his leg…his bare leg. Casey suddenly became painfully aware that he was sitting in Donnie's lab without his pants. Taking a deep breath, he tried to remember why exactly he was in this situation. He had woken up, tried to sit up, hurt his leg, and then what? Blood. There had been blood covering Donnie's hand and the turtle wanted him to take his pants off…there was something about an artery. Casey couldn't remember exactly what had been said. There was no more blood, he was sitting in Donnie's lab, and his pants were gone. The situation warranted a few questions.

"Don? Why the hell am I in my underwear?"

"Listen Jones I'm trying to finish fixing up this wound so if you could just shut it for five more minutes that would be really fantastic."

Casey didn't want to be quiet but the undertone of worry in Donnie's voice was enough to keep his mouth shut while for a few more minutes. As the turtle was finishing up with his leg, Casey began to ask questions again.

"What happened? Why am I sitting on one of your…weird nerd tables without my pants on?"

"It's not called a weird nerd table. It's a medical table, idiot."

"Okay, really not interested in that but that still doesn't explain why I don't have any pants." Casey crossed his arms and watched Donnie roll his eyes.

"There was a tear in the side of your jeans. When you fell off the roof you must've scrapped something on the way down or when you landed. Master Splinter didn't see it because he only treated the wounds on your face and arms-"

"Still waiting for you to get to the part where I'm sitting half naked in your personal dork zone."

"I'm getting there! If you would close your mouth you'd understand a lot more. You had a bunch of concrete and pebbles stuck in your leg. I had to take of your pants so I could treat the wound. Now would please let me finish!?" Donnie snapped and continued running his hands along Casey's thigh, lightly pressing on the bandaging to make sure that it was secured. Casey tried distracting himself from the turtle's work; the light touches of his cool skin gave him goose bumps. He almost whined in disappointment when Donnie was finished dressing the wound but he quickly covered the noise up by speaking.

"You suck at telling stories."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I'll just let you bleed to death while I work on my story telling skills."

At Donnie's remark, Casey rolled his eyes. He tried to swing his legs off of the table only to have Donatello stop him.

"What do you think you're doing? You just lost a lot of blood, Casey. You really shouldn't move for a while."

"Yeah right, I'm fine." To prove his point, Casey slid off the table and started walking.

But then his legs started to wobble and gave out after a few steps. He fell backwards onto Donnie who was still sitting in his seat.

"Told you." Donnie said rather cheekily.

In his embarrassment, Casey failed to come up with a proper sarcastic reply.

"Can I at least have my pants back?" He said with a slight flush to his face.

"Not until tomorrow," Donnie replied, " I have to ask Mikey or Master Splinter to help wash out the blood."

"Great. Just great. A giant rat dude washing my clothes. Doesn't get better than that. And by the way, Mr. Wise Guy, how am I supposed to go lay down if I can't walk?"

"Put your legs over my arm and grab my neck." Donnie instructed.

"What? No. Oh no, I'm not going to let you carry my bridal style back to the couch. I know this is hard to believe but there's a thing called dignity and some people actually have it."

"Says the pantsless guy who just fell backwards onto my lap and hasn't moved."

Casey went silent yet again. With much grumbling and bickering he let Donnie carry him back to the living room.

"This is so awkward." Casey mumbled as Donnie sat him back down on the couch.

"It's only as awkward as you make it to be Jones."

"We mention this to no one, got it?"

"Because carrying previously bleeding, presently pantsless teens bridal style is something I just wanted everyone to know. Of course I'm not going to tell."

After Casey's leg as propped up, Donnie headed back to his lab. Half way to the door he called out;

"And by the way, nice boxers Jones. Never thought you would go for the stereotypical tough-guy-wears-heart-underwear."

Casey thought about flipping him off but he knew that Donnie wouldn't see it. The night had been terrible; Casey still had aches all over. Donnie might have helped him out but he'd also been a sarcastic know-it-all about it. Still, Casey caught himself going to sleep with the memory of Donnie's fingers lightly hovering about his thighs.