He turned the television on and they all watched in silence for a few minutes. "Not cool, Casey," Leonardo sighed, shaking his head. "Tell me about it! Just don’t let me catch you pinching my, I mean, yourself, again! You’re such a pervert." "This is too weird," Casey said, looking into his own face. She sat heavily on the couch next to him.
"You of all people should know better that it is the person inside who matters, not the body they wear."Įveryone gravitated to the pit once Splinter had left to talk to Donatello, and April followed as she struggled to pull off all of Casey’s bulky gear.
This will be a difficult time, and though it might pain you to look upon her in the body of your rival…" He paused and looked at him pointedly.ĭonatello blushed. In the meantime, April still needs the support of her friends. You must focus on taking care of yourself so you can tackle this problem with a clear mind. "It will do no good to further defeat yourself for an outcome that cannot be changed. "It’s like a nightmare, seeing her trapped in Casey Jones’ body, of all people." I failed…her." His eyes closed, tears threatening to come forth. Well, that, and Mikey was goofing around with the touchscreen. I didn’t aim it properly the first time and that’s the only reason they were switched at all. The pained expression on his green face had little to do with the burn. Where is your kit?”ĭonatello retrieved it for him and sat patiently as Splinter cleaned and bandaged his arm. He had jumped back in pain and the next shots fired had disabled the Neuro-Switcher altogether. He had tried to shield it with his arms, but a plasma bolt had skimmed his forearm, leaving seared flesh behind. "She, she was?" He assumed she would be hating him right now for failing to switch them back before the console was shot to bits. "You will let me inspect this wound that April was so concerned about." His son flinched but turned his attention back to him again. "Donatello," he commanded, purposely using his stern voice. I heard you were injured in your battle."ĭonatello glanced down to his forearm unconsciously and shifted so Splinter would not see his wound. “Oh, sorry Sensei, I didn’t realize it was you.” The flustered turtle stopped what he was doing immediately. Splinter exhaled heavily and opened the door, stepping in. He knocked on the door to Donatello’s lab. I suggest that you rest after your battle and discuss your next course of action." "I would go help him, but…he won’t even look at me." "Donatello is injured." April shifted her gaze to the floor and removed the hockey mask from her head. Boys? Are all of you in your correct bodies?" "Hai, Sensei," April sighed from Casey’s mouth. “You two?” he asked, looking between them. No wonder Donatello had run off without a word. "Not exactly, Sensei," Casey replied morosely.Ĭasey did not call him Sensei. "Please, do not tell me one of our young friends here has been switched with a Kraang as well." Splinter went over to them, whiskers twitching. He looked over to their human companions and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, muttering an apology. "It’s good to be back!” he said, his face splitting into a grin before he caught himself. “I am glad to see that you are yourself again, my son.” Splinter greeted the others, checking Raphael over gingerly. When they returned to the lair he immediately shut himself into his laboratory. He would figure out a way to get it working, to get April and Casey switched back. He told himself that somehow he would find a way like he always did. He looked down at the scraps of the Neuro-Switcher he had dragged off. Despite everyone being relatively unharmed and having achieved their objective to get Raphael back into his own body, no one celebrated.ĭonatello was taking it the hardest. The Turtle Sub shook unsteadily as explosions rocked The Technodrome, the pressure creating a current that they rode to safer waters. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 73870 Chapters: 30/30 Comments: 34 Kudos: 177 Bookmarks: 36 Hits: 3069 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types.
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