Chapter 2 - Slice

It was a bit later. The second pizza had been called for and retrieved, and things continued to calm down in the apartment. Donnie had taken a seat in an easy chair (near a window, in case a quick escape was called for), munching on a slice. As he did, one of the April clones casually walked over to lean against the window frame, slowly eating her own slice of pizza. Donnie glanced her way, noticing the purple shirt.

“So, how is it?” Four asked, indicating the pizza in Donnie's hands.

He shrugged. “It's pretty good. Which parlor is this from, if I may ask?” She told him the address. “Huh. Never tried that one before. I'll have to enter it into the database.”

A few quiet moments passed, before Four spoke again. “It's... strange.” When Donnie looked at her, she continued, “Asking how a pizza is from someone else. The Kraang gave us some memories of Five's life. But, when you poke at them, all you find is a bunch of dates and facts with nothing behind them. That's all the Kraang really understand about human life. Might be why some of the other clones were a bit... nutty. We don't have any reference point for really good pizza... Or much of anything else.”

Donnie just watched her, looking down at the pizza slice in her hand. Leaning with her back against the window frame, her other arm under her breasts to grip her far side, one foot curled behind the other. The way the light from the window crossed her face, the arch of her back down into her butt... Donnie cleared his throat and turned his head to the side a bit. “Well, I... wouldn't call it 'really good'. But it is 'pretty good'.” Silently, he reminded himself that this wasn't April. It just looked like her. Very convincingly like her... “If you like, I could give you some addresses to really good parlors. So you have some comparisons.”

“That'd be nice.” Four smiled at him, before taking another bite. Donnie felt that sensation of floating... right before yanking himself back down to earth. Not. April.

He looked down at the last bit of pizza in his hands before stuffing it fully into his mouth, brushing his hands of crumbs as he stood back up. “Well, thanks for the pizza,” he said around chewing, swallowing it before continuing. “I'd best head on back. Don't want the others to worry.” He turned and started heading to the apartment door. “I'll get you those addresses in a bit...”

“Donatello?” He paused as Four called his name, turning a bit towards her. Her hand touched his shoulder, turning him a bit further as she smoothly came in really close, and before he could react, her lips were on his. Her other hand on the side of his face, her breasts pressing against his chest shell, his arms coming up automatically to gently touch her back as she continued to kiss him. Her smell filled his thoughts, he sensed her tongue briefly slipping in to probe at the little gap between his top teeth before slipping away. She tasted of pepperoni and sausage... And then her lips departed, as she leaned back. Her blue eyes on his, smiling gently. “Thanks for believing us, Donatello.”

“...Call me Donnie...” he felt himself say.

She considered that, then nodded, her red bangs bobbing slightly with the motion. “Donnie. Thanks.” She held that gaze a moment more, and then gently pulled away.

His arms let her go, lowering themselves as he turned back to the door. It opened and he walked through it, heading down the hall and back out the open window. Not even really registering the excited whispers from the apartment behind him after he left.

“...Call me Donnie...” he mumbled. His body bobbled along slowly, floating a good six inches above the ground, eyes turned into pink hearts, a little trail of hearts hanging in the air behind him before softly popping.

She was leaning against the wall, viewed from her side. A slice of hot, cheesy pizza in her hand. She was staring at it, eyes half lidded, a light blush across her cheeks as the pizza approached her face. Her lips parting, jaw opening just enough to let that hot slice slip inside. Her teeth closed on it, her hand pulling the slice away. One stubborn string of cheese hanging in there from the corner of her mouth, stretching slowly. Her lips still lightly parted, the cheese string bending gently downward as she turned her head slowly to him. Her half-lidded eyes seeking his, a hungry look in them, the blush deepening on her cheeks...

“...Call me Donnie...” He was several blocks away before it wore off enough to come back to his senses.


It was a few nights later. Donatello was once again on the rooftops. The Turtles were still not turning up anything useful on their scouting patrols, other than the occasional random mugging or robbery. While it felt good to help with the city's usual crime problems, it wasn't really what they were trying for. Donnie paused in the shadow of a rooftop stairwell to pull out a small device. Peering into it, he hummed softly to himself before stashing it away and continuing his patrol.

Coming up to a roof ledge, he paused again, looking at a building across the street. It was the apartment building the clones were staying in. Taking out the device again, he checked it's readings. It was a scanner he'd built to try and detect Kraang energy sources. Unfortunately, it didn't work too well, with a reliable range of only about a dozen feet or so. Which made it kinda useless for a general scout patrol, but better if you had a specific building in mind. He wasn't picking anything up, he still wasn't really close enough. But it was slightly comforting that it didn't light up like a Christmas tree from a block away.

Hopping down from the ledge, lightly touching the arm of a traffic light, and up again to the target building's rooftop, Donnie checked his scanner again as he slowly walked across the rooftop in a search pattern. He didn't really like doing this. Treating the clones like a threat. But logic dictated that he be careful. They were Kraang creations, after all. And the Kraang have frequently showed a spectacular skill at creating dangerous creatures, even unintentionally. They might not even realize that they were a threat until something set them off. Something like kissing... and holding... and so warm against his shell, so tender... Donnie shook his head, hard. “C'mon, focus,” he muttered to himself. It'd been hard to concentrate on things the last few days. He just kept drifting off to that moment with Four, and how it felt to kiss... He shook his head again.

He needed to be sure. And then, he stopped in place. The scanner had picked up something, faint, and straight down from where he stood. His mind ran over his memories of being inside the building, carefully skirting around the specific memories of the clones, focusing on the structure of the building. This spot, where he stood. It was right over the clones' apartment. Right over their kitchen, in fact. He frowned. That wasn't a good sign.

Putting the scanner away, Donatello slipped into infiltration mode, silently approaching the edge of the building and easing himself down the side of the building, skillfully finding hand- and foot-holds among the many edges of a New York City building. Inverting, he slowly eased his head down from above to peek into a window. The darkened interior of the apartment revealed no sign of life. The window was the same one he'd been sitting next to, in the main living room. Carefully popping the window's lock, the white-eyed shadow of Donatello entered, closing the window most of the way behind him. A quick check of interior doors revealed an unoccupied bedroom and bathroom. Apparently, the clones were all out at the moment.

Heading for the kitchen, little more than a fridge, stove, and sink with a few cupboards behind an open counter that overlooked the living room, he brought out the scanner again. The signal was clearer now. And very localized. It wasn't that long before he checked the fridge in the corner of the small kitchen, then looked between the fridge and the wall. There, he found the energy source, reaching in and carefully pulling it out. He sighed. This wasn't good. At least two of the clones had been hanging out in the kitchen the whole time he'd last been here...

The lights suddenly came on, a small gasp coming from the apartment's front door. “Donnie?” He turned to see the red-shirted One standing there. “What're you..?” she started to ask, until Donatello silently raised the device he'd found.

It was a Kraang energy rifle. It was on standby mode, energy source just barely running, ready to go at a moment's notice.

One looked at it, then back to Donatello. She raised her arms defensively. “Uh, may I at least explain, first?”

He considered it, then silently set the rifle flat on the kitchen counter before nodding.

One nodded, the slowly closed the front door behind her, not bothering to lock it. The privacy was welcome. “Yeah, that's Kraang tech. We grabbed it off of a guard on our way out of TCRI. You only managed to take care of most of the guards, we still had to take out a few on our own way out.” She walked across the room as she spoke, angling towards the center of the room, avoiding approaching him too much. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she shrugged. “We only keep 'em around for safety. Unlike most people in New York, we know there's a lot nastier things than muggers and thieves roaming the streets.”

Donnie silently admitted One had a point, there. “Them?”

One's mouth twitched at the catch. She sighed and said, “There's another in the bedroom.”

Donnie stepped around the counter, leaving the rifle where it was. “Show me.”

She nodded, then quietly led the way into the bedroom, clicking on the lights as she went. In the interior corner of the room was a set of bunk beds, and near the opposite corner, near the window, was a queen size bed. A nearby desk sat there with a closed notebook computer on it. The furniture looked second- or maybe third-hand, and a bit messy. One leaned against the bunk bed, gesturing to the queen size. “It's under the bed.”

Pausing only to check his scanner, and finding only one Kraang energy source in the room, Donnie walked over and quickly found the second energy rifle. It, too, was on standby. Donnie set it on the desk. One last scan, and he didn't find anything else that gave off Kraang energy signs. Sighing, he just looked away. “I... had to be sure...” He felt like a heel now, distrusting them so much to break into their home. Yeah, they did have the rifles. But getting and keeping them did make some sense. He looked back at One. “You sure the Kraang can't find them?”

One shook her head. “It's not like they keep tracking devices in all of their equipment. They might come looking for an entire shipment that goes missing, or several drone bodies. But two rifles? They've got more important things to do.”

Donnie nodded to himself. He had quite a few bits of Kraang tech in his lab at the lair. If the Kraang had been able to track their tech better than Donnie could, they would have found the lair months ago. He sighed. “One, I'm...”

She raised a hand, halting him. “I get it. You had to be sure we weren't some Kraang plot.” She looked away for a moment, tapping a finger against her crossed arms. “Two was... actually concerned. After you left, last time. That you might bring Kraang attention our way.” Off of Donnie's look, she added, “You Turtles do tend to get involved in a lot of fighting with the Kraang. Intentional or not, we just can't really afford to get noticed.”

Donnie nodded. After a moment, he asked, “And what do you think?”

She thought about it, then said, “I think attention would just give me the opportunity for a little payback. The Kraang have a lot coming for them.”

That fire in her eyes, of hurt that demanded retaliation. It was different from April. Yet felt so much like her. A possibility that she may have become. Or might become. “Hey,” Donnie stepped closer, gently setting a hand on One's shoulder. “Don't let it eat at you. And don't wish for fights you don't need. That's not a good way to live.”

One looked down and away, red bangs shading her face a bit. “... Not like I know any other way to live. Damn Kraang didn't care to include it when they made me.”

Donnie, slowly, gently, reached up to hold her chin, turning her gaze back to him. Holding her there a moment, he quietly said, “Then find another way.”

It wasn't clear what happened next. She stepped into him, or he stepped into her, but their lips met. A touch, then another, then a kiss that continued on as her arms unfolded upwards to wrap around his neck. His hand slipped from shoulder to her back, his other going down to her slim waist.

He could feel her breasts pushing into his shell from every breath she took. Her fingers tickled the back of his bald head. His hands felt clumsy holding her, uncertain if he was doing it right. As good as the kiss was for him, he wanted her to feel as good about it as well. Instinct caused his hand to lower a bit further...

She squeaked softly into the kiss as his hand met her butt, the jeans fabric of her shorts adding highlight to the touch. Without breaking the kiss, her leg raised up, his grip adjusting to hold it. And with a small hop, her other leg wrapped around him. The weight made him wobble slightly, taking a step back to adjust. His leg blindly bumped into the bed, and he sat down heavily on it, her legs shifting to a kneeling position on top of him.

Sitting there, the kiss finally broke, and their eyes met, mouths still a bit open. Releasing his head, she set his hands to either side of his face before pushing him back down onto the bed. Her hands flowed down his front, tracing the lines of his shell all the way down to his belt. She looked like she considered undoing the belt, but then changed her mind.

Her arms crossed, fingers taking hold of her own clothes, arms rising together as she lifted her whole top up. Pale skin revealed itself as his eyes widened at the realization of what he was seeing. Her arms kept right on going, up over her head, her hair flaring as the shirt released her head, arms coming quickly out of sleeves to send the combined jersey and long-sleeve shirt to the floor. Her breasts, still covered by a deep-V bra, seemed to strain slightly against their restraints.

She held herself there, breath coming a bit quicker, as if inviting him to act upon her revelation. And he did, hands coming up to touch those white-covered mounds with his two-fingered hands. Her hands came up and touched his, looking so delicate and thin against them. Her breasts, soft yet firm, rolled in his grip. He sat up, his head rising to touch his lips to her collarbone, trailing a path downwards. She reached behind herself and popped the clasp, the bra suddenly coming loose as he continued on downwards. The bra nudged out of the way by his jaw, he continued on down until a little nubbin of skin slipped into his mouth, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her, her hand once again on the back of his head.

She moved again, leaning against him, and he leaned back down onto the bed. The bra slipped off of her arms, and she tossed it aside. On her hands over him, her hair dangling over one shoulder, her breasts bare and free, large nipples dangling just within reach over his head. She came down to resume the kiss, his hands against the sides of her breasts as they rubbed nakedly against his shell...

The door opened. “Hey we just Holy!”

One immediately rolled off of Donnie, as he sat bolt upright on the bed, his eyes flickering down to the floor before his hand quickly snatched up One's top from where it fell, passing it to her where One clutched it over her bareness and completely failing to conceal what had just been happening.

Two blinked at the pair of them sitting on the bed together. And then tore her eyes away. “Uh, I, ah... Right, I just uh... came in here... for this.” Stumbling over her words, Two quickly walked over to the desk to grab the notebook computer sitting there, and apparently ignoring the Kraang energy rifle sitting brazenly right next to it. “Just... uh... don't mind me... Carry on.” With that, her face breaking out into full-on blush, Two quickly made her way out the door and closed it behind her.

After a few tense moments, Donnie slowly looked out the corner of his eye at One. “Um... Did she actually...”

Not quite looking at him, she raised a hand to tug at her hair. “Uh, no, I don't... think... Um...” Her own face was turning a bit red. And Donnie could feel his own getting a bit heated.

“Yeah,” Donnie said. “May... Maybe I should...” He vaguely gestured away from One, slowly, as if inviting her to change their direction.

“Go..? Uh, yeah, maybe that's... best...” She almost looked like she was kicking herself with each word. She started fidgeting with the top in her hands, as if trying to get it right-side-out while also keeping it demurely against her toplessness.

Donnie nodded. “Right. Go.” Standing up her took a step before realizing he was walking right towards the bunk beds. Turning around, he walked over to the window, feet feeling way heavier with each step.

It took him three tries to open the window from the inside.