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Soft Spot - Chapter 27

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Everyone knows I will preach @garbagemilkshake 's talent until the end of time, but DAMN did she outdo herself this week!! Wah!

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

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You were exhausted. The rapid contraction of muscles associated with shivering was wearing away your very being. From around you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pulled you closer to the dying flame of his warmth. In a gentle rev, he conjured up more of his heat, but it was an energy transfer. His lights became dimmer and his expression thinned out to its barest lines. You felt the dire forewarning of his weakening being and searched Donnie.

Your mate was only a few steps away and a shell of himself. Amongst the dark, his visage began to bleed where he was losing color. He tried in vain based on the pinched lines of his face to conjure his ninpo again, but it was just as depleted. He came out of the summoning with swirling pupils that he had to squeeze into line. He fluttered his lids open for consciousness and, without the metaphysical, he tried to reignite the tangible generator that had long run out of fuel.

Donnie could only muster enough energy to thump his hand against it.

It was a far cry from banging an appliance in hopes of getting it running again.

The machine stayed dormant.

“D-D-D-D-Don?” You despised the chatting of your teeth.

“Dad…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. added. “I’m sorry. I only have 15 minutes left at this rate.”

Since you were pressed to him, you felt something in your son power down.

Your shuddering attention turned to him. “S-S-Shell-ly…!”

“Scanning…” A synthetic version of his voice came out.

“No evacuation.” Donnie took his coat off.

Your protest warbled on cracked lips.

He draped it around you. “State of emergency. Shelters’ full. Turning away all else. Hospital running out of back-up power…”

You shook your head as it was within a withered movement.

“This blizzard...” Donnie murmured and glanced to where your kitchen window was frosted shut.

You reached for your husband despite the cocoon you were entrenched in. Donnie leaned into you and, through the many layers, his skin felt iced. You knew exactly how you got here, but the cold was freezing your neurons. You closed your eyes and Donnie added his warmth to the pile.

The weather had been average just a few days ago. On Tuesday, you were thriving in the late October temperatures. They were just cool enough that they helped soothe your all too warm body. Donnie still fussed about you taking a jacket, but you liked to lean against the kitchen window sill with the pane hiked up. It was positioned so you could perfectly enjoy the evening chill that occurred when the sun dipped out of sight. You had done your routine as usual and there was no sense of what was impending.

You had gone to bed, spent hours getting comfortable, slept, and were woken up in the wee hours of the morning with the ability to see your breath. Donnie was already sitting up beside you and looking out at the steam pouring from his nostrils. He moved immediately to the thermostat and you watched him try to activate it to no avail. You pulled your phone and saw the blackout alerts littering your screen. Over the course of three days, the city fell apart. Disinformation spread as the burroughs shut down. Trapped in a veritable snow globe, a trapped blizzard wreaked havoc, and took with it all power, safety, and transportation.

You hunkered down and were alright at first. Donnie made a few generators from what he had around the apartment. He fussed about emissions, but negating them helped to pass the time. You were both of the mindset that this freak storm would pass. It was on the second day that Donnie managed to conjure a fuel with his ninpo. He became the safest power source and easily fed the machines. The churning of fuchsia lights continued to make your apartment a safe haven.

After that, you invited any neighbors still in the building to join you. Food was communally shared and the others prided Donnie on his good work. Mrs. Kaczmarek had a slew of anecdotes to bend your ear until her grandson came by to get her. Emergency services came in waves. The first shelters that were temporarily set up failed in one way or another, but need meant restructuring birthed new ones. Millions of city residents poured into these buildings or found other ways to maintain themselves amidst the bizarre storm.

Your son showed up around the time your home was thinned out to its usual tenants. He had tried to come as fast as he could via his drone form, but the winds proved impossible. He was stuck on foot and the trip had taken him through a series of adventures. He stopped again and again to save those in need and used his sturdy body to help. He dug people out of where they were trapped and aided rescue efforts until he finally made it to you.

Donnie was growing weak. He found a new limit to his ninpo by constantly using it. The 24/7 brunt burned some metaphorical mystic candle at both ends until this very morning the generators sputtered and died out. He had almost collapsed in the process, but his drive to protect you superseded all else. You weren’t sure he had slept, as he had to be awake to fuel the generators. It just happened to be a terrible coincidence that he had hit his wall around the same time S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s battery was at its limit.

“No change.” Your son spoke with that voice that wasn’t quite him.

Donnie clicked his tongue. “Scan for suitable burnables.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. didn’t waste energy responding and must have done so because he went back to barely whirling.

“Our home is no longer suitable. Our first priority is warmth.” He adjusted your bundle. “We could start a fire here, but to what end? Destroy our home and others while risking smoke inhalation?”

You tucked your burning nose into a scarf.

He pulled your hood a little tighter. “All adjacent buildings are the same. Fires outside in barrels are infeasible with the winds. Trying to travel…”

His inhale quaked with the cold and you knew he was horrified by the thought of you slipping on the ice.

“The pipes have already burst and frozen.” He looked out weakly. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., we require that update.”

“Dad…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes suddenly brightened to their usual hue.

Donnie looked at him.

“I’m noticing something… There’s this account called SHERLOCK_CORN. They’re flooding the area with this message. It’s going up over and over to every available board or public service account. I think… it’s for us.”

Donnie’s brow lowered.

“The account… There’s no data. I can’t trace it…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes dimmed and he shook his head a little. “So tired… I think it’s her. That quick lady… Encoded message… with coordinates…”

Your son’s arm limply rooted against you. You couldn’t see, but he dug against your layers to find the hem of your sleeve. With a few twitchy wipes, you felt something small and sharpened prick out of one of his finger tips. It was quickly followed by the gentle flow of what you identified as a pen. He quickly scrawled out a short message that you bet was the coordinates he spoke of.

“That’s… Go…” His head started to loll.

“Sh-Shelly?!” You tried to turn to him.

You watched him go limp.

It was a waste of your energy, but you shook him as best as you could.

He was a lifeless metal shell.

You sent a weepy gaze to Donnie.

He stared with a shuddering breath.

You scrambled to pull your arm free. “H-h-he…!”

Donnie tried to stop you.

“N-n-no!” You pushed back and he didn’t have the strength to fight it.

You pulled back your sleeve and showed him the scrawl.

Donnie stared at it for a moment before he moved.

You could feel how it was a last ditch effort. In stumbling desperation, he got your go-bag and tossed more into it. You heard a rustle from the bathroom of what you assumed was your vitamins, among other things. A few drawers opened and he appeared to you while zipping your bag shut. He paused only for one thoughtful moment before he dropped down and activated the mechanism for where his villain suit was hidden away.

You knew the secret drawer it was hidden in had some sort of electrical quality to it and you were surprised when it split open with its purple lights just how you remembered. You squirmed in the cocoon of blankets you were tucked in and watched Donnie pull the case out. Whatever hesitance he had, he left during his pause because he immediately cracked the lid to the case and dove into the fabric. With a speed that kicked in like muscle memory, he was zipping up the panel in seconds. He swapped out his current boots for the heavy lace up ones and he unceremoniously shoved each hand into their gloves. His only pause came when he stared at the mask, which he closed his eyes for before he put it on.

The final flick was putting his hood up into place and you knew the second his lids lifted because that fuchsia light broke into the room.

“Y/N.” His voice sounded like his own.

“Y-y-yeah?”

“We’re going.”

You tried to say ‘okay,’ but the word wouldn’t solidify so you shook into a nod.

Donnie came with tenderness and dimmed lights as he readjusted your bundle. You felt a little like an overdressed kid from a movie as you got onto your feet. You had to stand a certain width not just because of your pelvis, but because of the layers. It matched the way your arms stuck out to a certain degree and your husband checked you over before darting away one last time. While his body moved one direction, the mechanicals arms sprouted to do their own work. You watched one limb pick up your go-bag and tuck it safely into Donnie’s person for storage. It melded somewhere between where the arms sprang forth from the battle shell and you lost track of it when he returned to offer you some safety goggles.

You put them on and gave him the sturdiest look you could.

He nodded appropriately and one of the arms wrapped tightly around S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’S lifeless form before he picked you up. You knew he didn’t want you in the cold long and his hold made for the quickest travel. You both burst out into the hallway where the temperature dropped significantly. You thought your apartment had lost all heat, but the little hall in your building was a stark reminder that the two men in your life were trying to preserve your comfort. In increasing bounds, you flew down the stairs before hitting the ice of the lobby. The cold took your breath away and you hid into Donnie. He squeezed you with reassurance before you heard his boots crunch snow.

It made little sense as he hadn’t used the door, but you knew you were outside from the sudden blinding whites that seemed to pour from every angle.

“The storm stopped.” He spoke.

Against the scream of your body, you peeked over his shoulder.

Everything you could see was white.

There were barely shapes amongst the void. You had to squint against the fog in your goggles, but it was true that you couldn’t see any snow coming down. There was also an absence of that wind that seemed to always be howling. There was no sound at all outside your clothes brushing your mate’s. Donnie shook his head slightly before he moved.

He trudged forward first a few readying steps before the mechanical arms kicked in. They took you leagues above the many feet of snow and into the air. They felt no effects of the ice and moved with a steady crunch. Those razor tips dug in to grab whatever was necessary and you swung forward a few blocks before you reached the arch of what remained of a subway station sign. It barely peaked out from the packed snow and it was there that Donnie swept his body. It rocked you a little like a chilly breeze and you heard falling snow before you were set on your feet.

The moment you were sturdy, he let go. You took a shy moment, just in case, before you looked up. Buildings clipped the similarly white sky and continued that edgeless façade. You had heard the phrase ‘the calm before the storm,’ but there was something far more ominous about the silence after. It spoke of how gutted the blizzard had left the earth and you wished you could hear the endless dripping that accompanied melting snow. You sank down into your multiple coats and were about to wonder what came next when you saw a rush of black movement.

It was Donnie flinging his arms out to steady against a guardrail that appeared. In a thunderous roar, the mechanical arms had broken through some ice layer and revealed the tunnel down into the subway. They halted in a screeching swipe and the only one among the four that was still was the one that held S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Your vibrant son was strung up limply like some sort of doll. It ached deep in your chest even though you knew he just needed a charge. You wondered about the uranium in his core. You bet some part of him might still be conscious, but it looked like a moot point.

Donnie tested how slippery the stairs were before he returned to you.

“D-down t-there?”

He nodded.

You wanted to ask him if he could speak, but snow was clawing into the crevices of his suit. You had little dexterity under two layers of gloves, but still tried to swipe it away before it sank into his zipper. You saw it as a flaw in his suit and he waited until you were satisfied in your dusting before he scooped you up. You settled into his arms and he didn’t bother with walking himself. The mechanical arms traversed the icy cavern and you felt a little like descending into a cave.

Donnie’s light led the way and, down past where the storm could reach, the station was all but preserved. Darkness reached out, but otherwise this space was exactly how you expected. The arms stretched long to lift you over the turnstile and you approached the platform. Donnie scanned the ground with swipes of his light before he set you both down. You felt no ice underfoot and clung to your husband as he was the only source of light.

He looked down one tunnel before he turned toward the other. It was odd to see just the limit of his beams because they seemed unable to permeate the inky blackness. As if waiting would thaw the solid wall of darkness, Donnie continued to stare with intense focus. You blinked into him before following suit and the quiet thundered in your ears until you heard a soft sneeze.

You twitched and Donnie held you close. His head didn’t budge, but he clearly moved the light just enough to scan as far down the tunnel as he could. When no further sound leaked out, you saw fuchsia light reflect off one of the mechanical arms as it covertly slipped down to the tracks.

“Ahh….” You heard a weary groan.

Donnie reared slightly.

You turned your head to listen.

“Don’t know if they got the message. Can’t get a response... How long to wait…? How long…?”

“Mikey…?” You found yourself croaking.

The silence was oppressive.

Donnie shifted to push you behind him.

You held onto him and wove a hand into one of the loose straps of his suit.

“Hello…?” The voice sounded very much like Mikey.

Donnie squeezed you with the intention of keeping you quiet.

You checked with him once before looking back out.

You weren’t completely sure, but you were pretty confident that was Michelangelo.

“And I’m hearing things…” That had to be Mikey.

“Mikey!” You tried again against the tug of your mate.

“Wait…” There were a few clattered footsteps. “Y/N?!”

A walk turned into a run that echoed with a sinister edge in the tunnel. It thundered toward the platform and Donnie coiled around you. You had your own grip on him and it impeded this curl. It caused him to look away and toward you. You turned away from the light. He immediately looked back and, in a crack of your lids, you saw the beam shine up Mikey’s beaten form.

You and Donnie stalled out.

That cloak you had only seen Mikey in one other time was torn up around him. As he stood like a deer caught in purple headlights, you identified that this outfit wasn’t quite the same. Tufts of fleece flecked out around the hood of the cloak. The neckline sat far higher in what was probably an attempt to protect his face from the cold. It currently acted to further accentuate the pair of exhausted eyes that were underlined in bags so deep that they looked like they were stolen from your mate’s face.

Mikey animated with a shudder and the swish showed that the bottom of his cloak was in shreds. “Donatello, can you… not…? You’re here… so… you got the message…?”

You now knew why your mate had been suspicious.

While it was clear Mikey was in some sort of skirmish, he also wasn’t acting at all like you had ever seen him. He was a shell of himself and all playfulness was devoid of his tone. He appeared like a sort of shaved down version of the joyous man you knew. All delight had been surgically removed and what was left was a body snatched person of Michelangelo.

“Explain the contact.” Donnie eventually spoke.

“Turn down the lights.” Mikey spoke flatly.

There was a quiet stand off the likes of which you only ever saw reserved for Leo and Donnie.

Donnie waited out a moment before the lights from his gaze switched out for the glow of the inner part of his hood.

It shined softer, but carved out how weak Mikey looked.

“You’re okay…” Mikey saw you with the first bit of warmth you had seen from the man.

“C-cold…” You admitted.

“Right…” A wave of memories seemed to crash over him before he sent a plea toward Donnie. “We have power. Please come to the lair. I know you don’t like us helping, but…”

The mechanical arm down amongst the tracks shifted and you were brought closer.

“You have heat?” Donnie wondered simply.

Mikey nodded.

It moved his hair.

You saw a bandage tucked up underneath.

“You will take Y/N…?” Your husband asked in a quieter voice.

“Both of you.” Mikey tried taking a step closer.

Donnie didn’t flee or budge.

“It’s chaos, but we noticed you weren’t in any of the shelters. It didn’t seem like you evacuated and every second Raph wasn’t fighting, he was worried. He couldn’t reach you on the phone… but there was… There is still so much to do, but we’re…” Mikey’s steps loosened as he got closer.

More damage to his body became visible.

Angry red scratches weeped across his dark green skin.

A strange blue hue took his elbows in a way that spoke of frostbite.

The same color dripped down his knees where it disappeared into strangely shaped boots that carved out space between his two toes.

His eyes reminded you of the power-saving mode color that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had taken on right before he shut off.

“I got just enough juice to get you guys there. Ready?”

Donnie inhaled sharply. “Leonardo-”

“Portals are maxed out. We don’t even have the pin drops left. Long story. He’s not back yet. He’s still out there…” You watched a crack form and it split in Mikey’s pupil.

It looked to be anguish that dotted the corners of his eyes.

You pulled free from Donnie to reach out to him.

Mikey didn’t do the same.

It struck you with fear-induced adrenaline and you got hold of his cloak before you could think better of the move.

You yanked one side of it back and revealed one arm of his arms was crossed to hold the other which hung limply at his side.

It looked broken and you sent as much horror as you could up through your layers.

Mikey gave his weakest smile. “We need to hurry.”

“I’ll set that.” Donnie suddenly spoke.

It was a rushed response that reminded you of someone in some kind of debt.

Mikey managed a puff of laughter. “Who’da thought?”

“Don’t-!”

“I’d see the day…” Mikey swayed.

You immediately pushed up into him and Donnie appeared right behind you.

“You… bandaging… me… up…” Mikey’s eyes closed as his weight fell into you.

Orange fire engulfed you the moment his head hit your shoulder.

Donnie’s mechanical arms snapped around you like a cocoon and all gravity disappeared.

You were momentarily weightless in an orange bathed void before all weight doubled.

You collapsed in a heap with one man under you and one man on top.

Donnie’s mechanical arms immediately went into action and Mikey’s unconscious body was lifted away.

Another coiled around to help you sit on the floor and you stared out at the blurry glimpse of the lair.

Your hands shot to your face to pull your goggles off.

The moment they left your skin, you felt the testing lick of heat.

Of hot air blowing.

You searched the ceiling until you found the vent and crawled the few inches over so it was blowing directly on you.

You melted on the spot.

“He got them!” Splinter’s voice burst forth. “They’re here!”

You heard him stumble down the stairs before he appeared in the portal room.

He took one watery look at you both. “Donatello! Y/N!”

His eyes fell on his son and he scrambled forward on his hands and knees.

“He fainted.” Donnie supplied and brought the mechanical arm holding Mikey around to show Splinter.

“They have been fighting non-stop for days now…” Splinter’s hands hovered.

“Your medbay?” Donnie asked.

“Don’t bring him there! We’ve converted the living room! We have a fire! Come, come!” Splinter waved you all and headed back to the stairs.

You checked the vent one last time before you heaved your weight up to follow.

Donnie hovered just behind you and toted two lifeless bodies.

You emerged in the TV room and found the entire space changed. The only mainstay was Splinter’s recliner and almost everything else was a mountain of blankets. The projector had been replaced with a roaring fire that crackled in a huge bowl-like pit that was barely suspended off the ground. A safe distance away from it sat a collapsed pile of logs and a bucket that you guessed was the Hamato’s greatest form of safety. Another scan found Raph half reclined amongst one the linens. He had a few bandages littering him, but he looked peacefully asleep. You hobbled over to him to double check and watched the slow rise and fall of his huge chest.

“They’re all at their limits. I should have been out there helping…” Splinter moved some blankets. “Bring orange here!”

Donnie laid Mikey’s body down in the divot Splinter created and the man’s father tucked him in.

Once he was satisfied, Splinter turned to you. “Y/N, you next! You are wet. We have warm blankets. Come! The baby!”

You checked with Donnie and he nodded once.

It felt strange that he didn’t hesitate and you tried to reach any button on your outermost jacket, but couldn’t. Splinter softly offered to help and you agreed with slight embarrassment. He scoffed the sound away and freed up your hands. Shedding the many layers you had been wrapped in went on for what seemed like an eternity, but it was worth it. Eventually, you felt the lick of the fire. It pleasantly coated your back and soon your front after Splinter spun you around so he could throw a heavy robe over your shoulders. You bet this was the one he had once mentioned before and you shoved your arms through the bulky sleeves before you sank down in cozy bliss.

You should have been more worried about Raph.

You should have mentioned Mikey’s arm.

You should have made sure Splinter was okay.

Instead, for the first time in over 24 hours, you felt a taste of warmth and bent completely to its will.

“Donatello!” Splinter laid a blanket over your lap and folded it so it was doubled over your belly. “Take that off! There are dry clothes you can use!”

“My suit is resistant to all inclement weather.” Your husband responded.

“I see the zipper!” Splinter huffed.

“Purposeful. Interior storm guard.”

Your head tipped and the flames tickled the ice on your cheeks.

“You’re dripping.” Splinter changed his tactic.

“Do you have an outlet?” Donnie asked without interest.

You heard Splinter grunt. “Yes. Over there.”

Donnie walked over and a clunk of metal moved.

He was just outside your periphery and it took a slight tilt of your head to see him propping up S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

He clicked through a few panels on your son’s body and pulled out a plug, which he plugged in.

Your husband sat back on his haunches and waited.

A small battery icon appeared in S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eyes and you watched your mate exhale some relief.

You smiled to yourself and let your lids fall shut.

“The storm…” Donnie spoke softly from that same spot. “The cause was yokai-related?”

“Not exactly.” Splinter sounded like he was behind you and fussing with Mikey’s form.

You heard Donnie turn and look.

“We do not know what activated it, but a mystic artifact was unleashed. The name roughly translates to ‘The Heart of Winter.’ Legends says it was created by the power of the ice dragon clan’s chiefs. It is meant to maintain their kingdom, but it showed up here and boom.” Splinter went on.

“The usual players…?” Donnie’s voice led for whatever person he was implying.

“No. Its container was opened somewhere in Manhattan. We believe it was a rich human collector. Maybe won in an auction. That is still being researched.”

Donnie made a noise and you heard him approach.

You spared him a sleepy look.

He softened as he leaned down to you.

“No!” Splinter intercepted with a towel that he shoved into Donnie. “You are cold and wet! You will not get them sick!!”

“You-!” Donnie snapped and yanked the towel away.

Splinter appeared on your other side and tucked your blanket under your legs. “You are warm? Do you feel sick? How long were you outside? Cold? I will make tea!”

He hopped away.

“Don’t get Y/N wet!!” He called as he disappeared.

Donnie exhaled with the wheeze of irritation.

You could feel your hands again and got his zipper for him.

He sighed softly as you undid his top down to his battle shell belt.

You reached up with care and removed his mask.

He appeared to you looking like a shriveled version of himself.

“Rest with me?” You asked, wanting to curl up with him in front of the fire.

“I need to examine Michelangelo.”

Little bubbles of worry surfaced. “His arm…”

“Broken.” Donnie said.

“How do you know?”

He took off his mask just enough that you could glimpse his expression.

You knew it had an x-ray mode, so that made sense.

He gave you a quick chilly kiss before he put the mask back on and moved to said man. Your front was feeling particularly warm, so you rotated on the spit. It allowed you to watch as Donnie prepared by selecting a small blanket from the pile. He ripped and tied it off into a form of a sling before he freed Mikey’s injured arm. Your mate looked over him in slow study before he dug into his suit. A knife emerged which he used to cut the wraps on Mikey’s arm.

Donnie carefully laid Mikey’s limb down as he removed his glove. Reaching into his baggy sleeve, he removed one of his own wraps before he pulled his glove back on with a snap. He then double checked Mikey’s form before getting a firm grip on his elbow. His other hand caught the orange man’s wrist and he rotated it a few times before he snapped to pull both pieces.

Mikey screamed awake and his sclera oozed orange sparks.

Donnie stiffened in preparation.

Mikey’s gaze swirled, the orange fizzled out like a dying flashlight in blinks before he shut down and collapsed again. Donnie waited a few seconds before resuming his work. Whenever he had presumably set Mikey’s bones, he used his own bandages to wrap up the other’s arm. He then slipped the blanket sling around him and pressed Mikey’s limb akimbo across his body before he sat back.

Splinter returned with a tray full of cups and a teapot. “What was that?”

“Donnie fixed Mikey’s arm.” You spoke and readied yourself to get up.

“Please!” Splinter ushered and headed over. “What was it?”

“Broken ulna and radius fracture.” Donnie offered.

Splinter was oddly quiet as he set the tray beside you.

“You okay…?” You finally asked.

“We…” He got a cup ready and poured some tea to steady himself. “We have not had broken bones in this house for years.”

“Mikey does good bone work…”

Splinter gave you a wry glance and passed you a cup.

It stung your fingers, but you cradled it close.

“Donatello.” Splinter didn’t gesture as he poured another cup.

Donnie approached while removing his mask.

Instead of giving the cup to him, Splinter left it to pour another.

Donnie took the tea.

“Green tea, my favorite blend.” Splinter clarified before taking his own and a sip.

You joined him.

Donnie watched on and eventually brought the cup to his lips.

“The Heart of Winter is a force. When open, only those of the ice dragon clan are said to have the power to stand in its presence. All else will freeze within seconds.”

Donnie swirled the liquid he had.

“Not to mention the guardian deities housed within! Spirits to protect the immense power! The ice dragons have always been show-offs!” Splinter snorted.

You stifled a giggle.

“The cold allows the spirits to reform their bodies over and over.” Splinter looked at his two sleeping sons. “They fought with all they had. Saved everyone they could. The Heart of Winter was finally closed again as of last night. Instead of taking a moment of rest, my boys continued to help.”

Donnie turned his head to keep from rolling his eyes.

“Leonardo has not yet returned. Their powers are weak. Donatello, you…” Splinter eyed him.

Donnie snapped back to attention and his lips twitched around his teeth. “Don’t presume I would have aided your cause.”

Splinter blinked wide before he lowered his gaze to his cup. “I do not. Your power is similarly drained. I only wonder-”

“Used to protect my own.” Donnie spoke with a low pitched threat that dared Splinter to complain.

Splinter allowed a moment to pass and took another drink before he spoke again. “If I was in your place, I believe I would have done the same.”

Donnie stewed before something occurred to him. “You haven’t opened your doors to the masses.”

Splinter’s eyes narrowed with some guilt.

You drank more tea and felt it trickle internally to where your baby seemed to stretch and languish under the warmth.

You placed a hand on your stomach.

With all your shivering it had been hard to do any sort of kick count lately.

Donnie’s head pressed into yours before you realized he had moved.

Splinter’s ear flicked, but his mouth stayed a steady line.

“Why do you have electricity?” Donnie barely pulled away from you.

“I’m told we pull from a source other than the city.”

“Mystic in nature?”

“Both?” Splinter didn’t seem to know, but his eyes pivoted as if there was something else that he did.

Donnie saw it too, but dropped it. “I dislike debt. How are Raphael’s injuries?”

“You don’t-”

Donnie was up before Splinter could move.

He used his villain mask to examine the largest brother.

“His external temperature is reading below average. Dehydration?” Donnie surmised. “He has the same signs of frostbite. What sort of equipment do you have available? Where is the medbay proper?”

“Yes, well-!” Splinter hesitated.

“A bulb is out.” Donnie spied a lamp across the room and headed there.

Splinter looked furious for a moment before he breathed in deep as if to settle this was how it was going to be and stood. “Okay.”

Donnie had already extracted the light bulb.

“Drink up. Stay warm.” Splinter told you before chasing after Donnie.

You watched on as the two bickered. Donnie was staunch in needing to keep himself busy and, without the other Hamato to keep him in line, he shifted his attention to working with his hands. That meant repairing whatever was broken in his eyes and Splinter followed him with complaints. The older man didn’t dare protest outright for fear of putting off the younger that he saw with hope as his own. This was only offset by how possessive Splinter was of his belongings. He snatched things from Donnie and declared them well-loved instead of broken and Donnie had sharp words for the garbage.

Eventually the conversation veered to Splinter pleading with Donnie about how helping one another was not about paying debts or obligation. Donnie scoffed verbally at the insinuation and harshly spoke about how the double standard laced under their catchall well of family. Splinter did his best to explain otherwise, but the moment he brought up your baby, Donnie checked out. Your husband clung to the lamp, one that had a history of electrical shorts and one of the few objects Splinter allowed him, and set up on the other side of the room near S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to toy with it.

Splinter stood sadly with a few old rusted things in his arms before he moved to put them back on shelves.

You watched, having finished your second cup of tea and your lids threatened to swallow up your vision.

You heard Donnie get closer.

You felt yourself only blink before he was around you and whispering in your ear. “Rest, my heart.”

“You need to too…” You slurred softly.

“Not here.”

“Donnie…”

He shushed you and scooped up the bundle of blankets with you in it.

You tried to complain but it came out as sleepy sounds as you were nestled into all the blankets.

The moment you touched down you smelled the faint scent of fire that had baked into them and cuddled up to the roast.

“Good.” Donnie churred into your ear before he kissed the side of your head. “I’ll be a step away.”

“M’kay…” Your lids refused to lift.

You felt Donnie press a few more kisses into you before you drifted off.

Your flickers of consciousness came with a squeeze to warm metal. You had drifted in and out with your son as a personal heater, so you were used to the feeling. How he was able to modulate his temperature always astounded you. You held his hand tight and felt the shifting click of him returning the pressure. It was another of his wonderful marvels and you blinked away the last memory you had of watching your son disappear in real time.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. appeared across from you with a big fat smile projected across his beak.

The crescent of his eyes turned up before they switched over to an emoji of a small face holding a finger to their lips.

Be quiet.

You blinked at him a few times and let the memories flood you.

The storm.

The lair.

The Heart of Winter.

You sat up and tried to mitigate your groan the best you could.

Your baby seemed to sense the moment you were awake and was restless.

You had been so busy keeping warm, you hadn’t had much to eat.

You needed to get something.

That and your vitamins.

Donnie had brought a bag.

You meant to look for it, but the crevasse left from Raph distracted you.

He was no longer laying in the pile.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. rolled over to look where you were.

You rotated around because you knew Donnie had placed you between Mikey and Raph.

The youngest wasn’t in his spot either, but the remnants of where he had been were also carved out.

You studied the scene closely and felt your son sit up behind you.

There were dragged blankets, as if Mikey had been taken by his ankles and pulled.

You trailed them and found one of Mikey’s boots.

You hefted up your stomach, but weren’t able to lift, so you had to crawl over to get upright. It got you up on your knees where your lifting head made a large structure appear in your eyeline. On the far side of the room, near where a cable trailed from where S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was plugged into the wall, was what you could describe as a giant lamp.

It looked exactly like the small one Donnie had last been seen with, only it was now a hundred times its original size. It bent over on an adjustable hinge and its base had been widened out to that of the platform. A warm beam of honey light poured out of it and perfectly covered the space. It drenched its occupants, which you counted as exactly Raph, Mikey, and your husband.

You drifted to your feet.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came with and draped a Sherpa blanket over your shoulders.

You held it closed to your chest and kept moving.

Raph had collapsed on his plastron as the largest mass in the dead center of the circle. His tail curled up around the edge of the platform and that’s where your mate was. Donnie was sitting within the groove created by Raph’s tail. His head lolled back where he was soaking up the rays. Mikey was less ceremoniously placed and indeed appeared to have been dragged over. You wondered by whom because Raph had an arm secured tightly around the youngest as a child might squeeze a teddy bear. If he were any other person, they might have been crushed, but Mikey was adjusted just so his injured arm was still in a safe position to heal.

Donnie built the contraption and you had a sense of how the events played out.

You vaguely remembered him saying something about body temperature. This whole lamp looked like something for heating reptiles in a pet store, but on an absurd scale. You bet Donnie roused Raph to get him under it for his health. Raph must have made the journey, but demanded Mikey join. You could see the larger man grabbing his brother like a blanket and letting him limply drag on the floor as he took him with him. Donnie was less inclined to help the youngest, but attended to his injury after Raph settled in. When both men fell asleep, your husband felt that same reptilian pull and found a spot where he could easily flee if necessary.

The perfect space for innocent culpability.

Your heart tugged and you turned watery eyes on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

Your son beamed in a way that said everything you thought was right.

You hugged him.

He smiled and had to rotate to show you he was still charging.

You minded his cord, but pulled it to accentuate how there was obviously a bunch of connected extension cords added to it.

He shrugged playfully and threw a thumb backwards.

Tucked into his chair, with his mouth open, and a fire poker loosely leaned beside him was a snoring Splinter.

You wished you could have seen their meeting and squeezed S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. tighter.

Your son bobbed with obvious, but silent laughter.

Your stomach growled and you were thankful it wasn’t very loud.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. generated a hologram of the time, along with your medication intake.

You nodded to him and signed about the bag Donnie had brought.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head swiveled side to side in search before he pointed behind you.

The backpack was set by the mouth of the stairwell you had come up and you gestured for him to come with you as you went to get it. You crept as a comical pair with your waddling and his overplayed footsteps. You made it to the bag and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. bent over to scoop it up before he froze mid-motion. You glanced at him once before turning your head to look into the stairwell where his gaze was trained.

Leo looked up at you where he was clearly ascending the steps.

Like the others, his entire being was creased with exhaustion, but he was a little different.

Instead of evidence of having been in a battle or out in the snow, he was wearing a pair of worn scrubs.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was slow and methodical as he moved to block you with an arm.

Leo glanced at him with little energy before his pupils darted to take in the scene.

You watched him bounce from your bag, to your son, and then beyond where he spied some part of the giant lamp. It took all his attention and he went incredulous. He walked sideways up the stairs with an opening jaw. As soon as he got a glimpse of the whole unit, its occupants, and his dad beyond by the fire, his vision went completely dull.

He threw you and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. an emotionally absent glance and gestured for you to follow.

You checked with your son who shrugged as you both followed after Leo, who moved silently. He led you to the kitchen where he immediately went to wash his hands. He hissed at what you presumed was the icy temperature and leaned against the sink while the water ran to warm up. “You got my message. Good.”

He hadn’t left you space to respond.

“Bring food or need it?” He managed.

You checked with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and your son seemed to remember that had been your goal.

He set the bag on the counter and opened it up. “Inventory: wholegrain crackers, lentils, couscous, rice cakes, and trail mix.”

“Not enough protein…” Leo finally washed his hands, but was straining to look over his shoulder at the options.

You nabbed the crackers and pulled one out to nibble on.

Leo eventually wandered over while drying his hands with a paper towel. “Let’s see… a warm veggie couscous salad could be…?” He deviated in his path to check the fridge. “Tinned fish is… safe…? Was that right…?”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both stared at his carapace.

“Ah, we have that good Greek yogurt…” Leo reached in and pulled out a tub. “This’ll work.”

Without saying anything more, he grabbed a few more items until his arms were full. He laid a medley of vegetables for you to review and got a pot of water boiling. He dozed where he stood after he had the pot in place and shook himself awake.

“Gonna shower.”

He was in motion and walked away before anyone could say otherwise.

“Uh…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. drawled before he immediately went for a knife block and yanked out a knife. “What was that!?”

You were reaching for another cracker and popped up. “Right?!”

“He did not insinuate that he was SHERLOCK_CORN!” He turned and acquired a cutting board with alarming accuracy considering he had never been in this kitchen before.

“How is that even possible?”

“It’s not!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. huffed and grabbed some veggies to cut up. “I don’t know, know, but I know that SHERLOCK_CORN is that lady! She’s my arch nemesis.”

“What?! You can’t just say something like that after Leo is also being insane!”

“It has to be her!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cut with a blurring speed and at a pace that made his chops almost silent. “This is the first time I’ve ever gotten a screen name. There’s no other way to explain it.”

“Shelly…!”

“The lady!” He gestured up toward the ceiling.

You stared at where he pointed for a long moment before it hit you.

April.

That’s why he had said ‘fast.’

You hadn’t shared her name with him or Donnie.

She had unplugged when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had taken over the lair’s system all those years ago.

He said he never got a read on her.

“Here’s my conspiracy theory: she’s their ‘guy in the chair!’” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. went back to cutting vegetables. “I don’t have any evidence because gah, but it’s like her residue is sprinkled over everything. She’s a ghost in the Hidden City and up here! I think she’s the reason they have all those mystical wall bearings up. I voided the data-”

He shot you a sharp glance and it conjured guilt that you munched away in a cracker.

“-but I feel like I remember the ruins. The Hamato dummies don’t need to write spells. Who else would? Why would she know how to run by unplugging? You gotta know tech to know tech! The only people who need to write spells are those without inherent mysticism. That totally explains it. If she is combining mystic and tech, she’s the reason I’ve never been able to get dad down here or crack these guys’ network. It never made sense that they were able to keep me and dad out. They were not and are not that tech savvy.”

“Okay…” You shook your head as it was a lot to process. “That’s… something, but what’s with Leo?”

“He musta asked her to send it.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pouted and finished cutting to pour over the board. “This meal…”

You were back on a track you recognized. “It’s totally balanced, right!? It sounds like something Donnie’s algorithm would come up with! And the thing he said about tinned fish?! Is he reading up on pregnancy stuff?!”

“Yeah!!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came up to share your frustrations once again. “Why!? He was totally scary from what you told me about when he found out you were preggers!”

“Don’t!” You laughed. “Say it like that!”

“Pragnent!” He snickered.

You flicked cracker dust at him.

He pretended to protect the veggies.

“And the scrubs!” You gave him mercy.

“I mean, he has a medical degree.”

“He, what?!”

“Yeah, he’s registered with the state. Leonardo Hamato, he can add MD to his title… or doctor to the front duh, pfft. General practice, Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. I think that’s why he wanted you to go to a Sinai hospital when you got hurt.”

You balked.

You also felt a weird sense of déjà vu.

It wasn’t exact, but you had an inkling you sort of knew this.

Like Leo had mentioned medical training, but not that he was a registered doctor.

“Does he have a practice?!”

“Not one that’s legit!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shrugged as to him it was as simple as a fact.

You continued to stare.

“He’s probably helping out at the hospitals.” He looked at you earnestly.

“Y-yeah…” You wilted. “I guess…?”

“It’s still weird, for sure.” He glanced off to the side.

“Yeah…”

You scrubbed your face.

Leo being up to things was never new, but you wished he would stop being bizarre. He had all the room in the world to go back to being a mystery. You hadn’t needed to see him or talk to him in a long time. Maybe the status quo would return if you pretended all of his sleepy revelations hadn’t happened. You doubted he would have been so obvious if he wasn’t at the end of his rope. It was odd to think he seemingly had the most stamina outside of even Donnie.

You hoped your husband was still peacefully snoozing.

“The water’s about to boil. Where is he?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wondered.

“He did say he was going to shower…”

“Average length of dad’s showers are six minutes…” Your son’s head tipped. “Oh… Eugh… What if he fell asleep?”

“He wouldn’t-” The response was automatic, but the dull look on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s face made you pause. “Seriously…?”

“With him?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s digital tongue stuck out.

“Who’s gonna check?” You sighed.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cheered.

“No! I’m not falling for that again! You can read micro movements faster than me!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. snapped his ‘drat.’

“You know how to cook this?” You gestured around the kitchen.

“Yeah! I scanned the room for inventory and looked up a recipe based on what Leo said. I think the yogurt is supposed to be the sauce! There’s tinned mackerel in that cabinet over there!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. pointed.

“I’ll pull his head out of the water so he doesn’t drown and come get you if we need to move him.” You shook your head.

“Sounds like a plan!” He got the yogurt and shook it.

You waved as you turned and headed back to the TV room. You had a vague idea of how to get to the closest bathroom from there and headed down the stairs. You clung to the wall since there wasn’t a railing and took the steps with care. Once you were flat on the next level, you took a breath for having made the journey and patted your belly before looking out and stopping.

Very clearly having jumped onto the top of the pile, was Leo sticking out like a sore thumb.

He was laying the opposite of Raph and had all his limbs spread out to get as much light as possible.

He was also clearly unconscious by the way a drip of drool hung down and threatened to go into his eye where his head was nearly upside-down.

You softened at him and the others.

You wanted to take a picture, but was sure it would wake them.

For this moment of peace, you decided to preserve it and turned to head back up the stairs to tell S.H.E.L.D.O.N. that everything was alright.

For once, Leo was far from drowning.

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