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Senseless Repairs

Ah, Revenge

Studiously standing at attention in their genius brother's lab, three turtles stared straight ahead waiting for orders from their commander. Said commander walked slowly back and forth in front of them, eyeing them over as if wondering or not they were up to par. Under his purple clad brother's intense gaze, Mikey began to fidget, looking down at the floor and bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Annoyed with his little brother's short attention span, Raphael growled and smacked him on the back of his head.

"Owie! Raphie, didn't Splinter ever to teach you to play nice?" Michelangelo said, rubbing his sore head. He wondered if he was losing brain cells from the amount of times he'd been hit on his head in his lifetime…

"You're annoying," was the short response.

"You're both annoying. Now be quiet," Leonardo ordered.

Stopping abruptly from his pacing, Donatello shook his head. "Correction, Leo, you're all annoying."

Snickering, Mike observed their eldest brother hang his head in embarrassment. "Aw, don't feel bad, Leo. Being perfect isn't so great!"

Rolling his eyes at his technology-wrecking brothers, Donnie continued his task. "Alright, listen up." All three "helpers" stood up straighter at the commanding tone of his voice. "Master Splinter said you have to help me with anything I ask for today. You've managed to break the microwave and destroy my digital camera, and none of you had common sense when dealing with the washer, a copier, and the dishwasher."

They all cringed as Donatello listed off item after item and mishap after mishap.

"As such, I find it illogical to allow any of you to help me with any repairs, seeing as how you'll probably just find some way to break it anyway."

Eyes widening excitedly, Michelangelo let out a whoop. "Does that mean we're off the hook?"

Leo and Raph looked to the bo staff wielding turtle expectantly, leaning forward waiting for his answer.

Scoffing at this question, Don said, "Of course not."

A trio of moans sounded.

"Oh, grow up. I want all of you out of here."

"Out of here?" Leonardo questioned as he raised an eye ridge.

Raph scratched his head. "You want us to go to the junkyard or somethin'?"

"No. I want precisely what I just said. I want all of you out of the lair. For the entire day. I don't want to see any of your faces until later tonight. The only way I'll get any work done is if you guys aren't here," he explained.

"What about sensei?" Mikey asked.

"Sensei can stay. He's certainly less likely to destroy anything than you, my dear brothers. Now scram!" Donnie finished, pointing to the exit of the lair.

They all stared stupidly at him for a moment, as if still confused about what they were supposed to do.

"What are you waiting for? Get lost!" Don yelled.

Needing no further encouragement, his brothers made a bolt for the exit, scared of the mock anger in Donatello's tone.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Don fell into his chair. The lair hummed quietly, and the silence was unbelievable. So rare. So precious. Not a moment to lose! He picked up his To-Do List from his desk, and suddenly, things seemed much simpler. Reaching for a tool, Donnie paused, sensing someone behind him. He turned to find Master Splinter smiling at him.

"My son, are you sure you did not wish to have your brothers aid you with your work? After all, they created most of it."

"Nah, it's better this way, sensei. I now have the peace of mind I need to get all of this done. And I meant it when I said they would get in the way," Donatello said matter-of-factly.

Scratching his chin, Splinter said, "Well, if you're sure. But don't you think you're letting them off a bit easy?"

Laughing, Donnie said, "Oh, don't worry, sensei. They've still got a surprise coming their way. I hope it doesn't inconvenience you too much, though."

"Whatever you have planned for your brothers, Donatello, I'm sure I can manage."

Donatello plowed through his list, not wasting one moment of his undisturbed work time. Item after item on the list was crossed off. The chills he got through his body knowing something else was complete was pure bliss. And then, after hours of work, he took note of the final item on his list. Smiling cruelly, Donnie rubbed his hands together. Ah, revenge…

Hours later, Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo returned to the lair, extremely pleased with their "day off." They had actually spent a large part of the day together, playing some intense ninja tag, bugging Casey, visiting April, hitting up the comic shop, and catching pizza and a movie. As they made their final approach to the lair through the sewers, they amicably chatted.

"That was nice of Don to let us just go out and hang, huh bros?" Mikey said, splashing in the water of the sewer here and there.

Getting wet, Leo raised his hands to block the assault of water droplets. "Cut it out, Mike, that water's disgusting. And yes, it was nice of him."

"Maybe we should do something nice for him," Mikey chirped, as he switched his water attack to Raph.

"You splash me again, shell-for-brains, your butt will be hurtin' for weeks after I kick it," Raph said, quite irritated. "And what are you gonna do for Donnie? Give him ten free coupons to get rid of you whenever he wants?"

Eyes lighting up, Michelangelo said, "Hey, that's a great idea!"

Muttering something about stupid little brothers, Raph looked to their elder brother. "What are you gonna do then, Fearless?"

Shrugging, Leo replied, "I don't know. Maybe I could promise to not cook for a month."

"Yeah, then Don could spend his time on something else instead of fixing all the kitchen appliances!"

"Haha, Mikey. What about you, Raph?" Leonardo asked.

"I dunno. I guess I could go with the brainiac to the junkyard a few times this month. He's always complainin' he can't lift the heavy stuff he needs for vehicle projects by himself. And I need to get him the money for a new camera," Raph added.

Looping his arm through his brother's, Mikey said, "Aw, who knew you were so thoughtful, Raphie?"

Shaking him off, Raph rolled his eyes.

"If you two are done, we're here," Leo said standing in front of the entrance to the lair.

The trio entered the lair, happily relaxed and ready to do something nice in return for their considerate brother. Their smart, forgiving brother who was…no where in sight?

"Hello?" Leo called out into the dark, silent lair. "Anyone here? Don? Master Splinter?"

"Dude, I can't see a — whoa!" Michelangelo cried out as he fell…and knocked over the person standing in front him.

"Get offa me, lamebrain!" Raph snarled, pushing his clumsy brother off his shell. Standing up and brushing himself off, Raphael looked around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. "I don't know if anyone's here, Leo."

Emerging from his room, Master Splinter revealed his presence, the candle in his one paw emitting a soft glow, casting light and shadows about the lair.

"Ah, you've returned, my sons. Welcome home."

"Uh, thanks, Master Splinter. Where's Donnie? Why are all the lights off?" Leonardo asked.

Twitching his whiskers with a chuckle, Splinter said, "Donatello has left for a while. He shall return in a week."

"A week? Where'd he go?" questioned Mikey curiously.

"He is spending the week with Leatherhead. They departed through the sewers to go scavenging for materials. Their destination, I do not know."

Raph idly listened and walked over during to the TV array during these explanations. He grabbed the remote and tried to turn the TVs on. Nothing.

He clicked the power button again. Nothing.

"Sensei, what's up with the TVs? Donnie trip a wire or somethin' today?"

"No, Raphael. Donatello shut off the main power to the lair."

Gasping, Mikey demanded an answer. "Why would he do that?"

Splinter said, "I believe Donatello felt if you were deprived of electricity, then you three wouldn't be able to destroy anything by using any of the technology around the lair. I find his reasoning quite sound."

Michelangelo let out a whimper. "No TV? No video games? No radio? He's a monster!"

"At least we can get outta here for some entertainment," Raph said, already heading toward the elevator to head up to the warehouse.

"That won't be possible either, my son. Donatello set up a new security grid in the warehouse. Lasers and all that flashy stuff he so likes to blow people up with," Splinter explained.

Raphael shook with rage. "He didn't happen to show you how to disable the system, did he?"

"No, he did not. He said he would be glad to explain it to all of us. When he returns."

"Guess this means we'll just have to train this week then. Right, sensei?" Leo asked hopefully.

"No, my son. I am spending the rest of the week with Miss O'Neil."

"Phew! Thought we were gonna be stuck here all week with nothin' to do!" Mike said, perking up a bit.

"Incorrect again, my son. You are not welcome at Miss O'Neil's, or Mr. Jones' for that matter. You all have a lot of work to do right here."

"What work, Master Splinter?" Leonardo said.

"Why, the list of repairs Donatello left for you," he said.

Now utterly confused, Raph shook his head. "Don was supposed to take care of that today. He even had that list on his desk."

"He had two lists, my sons. One with the repairs. And one with the supplies he would need to prepare for his trip. Well, it's getting late. Be sure to have the list done by the time Donatello and I return."

"But, sensei, we don't know how to do any of this stuff. This'll take forever! How are we supposed to figure out how to do this?" Michelangelo inquired, throwing his hands up into the air.

"I do not know, my son, but I suggest you get started." And with that, Master Splinter exited the lair with a duffle bag, leaving behind three dumbfounded turtles. Just before he was out of ear range, he chuckled when he heard a yell from Raphael.

"I'm gonna kill him!"

A/N: The end! Buwahahaha...Donnie gets the last laugh! Hope you enjoyed this story. I enjoyed writing it.