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This is for an anon who asked for "Home" and "Donatello".

Where Your Heart Is

Donatello ran over the cold rooftop, reaching its edge and jumped over to the next roof without losing any speed. He kept running and jumping, running and jumping, the cold wind ringing in his ears the only noise aside from the constant mumbling of New York City's traffic and inhabitants. But the wind was closer, more real. It was right there.

He ran over roof tops and roof tops of buildings with lots and lots of apartments where families were having dinner now or children were doing their homework or watching TV or playing board games. But in a way they were all doing the same – enjoying being in their homes, their warm, cozy homes.

His home on the other hand was down in the sewers, an old abandoned subway station. And it was far from warm and cozy, it was rather cold during winter, and he could only imagine what it must be like to be able to open a window in the morning and inhale fresh air.

And they didn't even call it a home, they called it their lair. Big difference.

He sighed as he jumped down a fire escape.

When he pushed past the turnstiles he stopped for a moment.

Yes, this was it, his cold, not so cozy home.

He set eyes on his brothers who were gathered in the living room.

"Hey Donnie!" Leo greeted him. "Wanna join us for some 'Super Robo Mecha Force Five!'-episodes?"

"Sure thing!" Donnie replied with a smile and took a seat next to Leo.

And there, watching his favorite TV show with his brothers, a warm feeling built inside his stomach and spread through his body, making him feel warm despite the slight coldness of the lair.

What was the saying again? Your home is where your heart his?

It turned out, that Donnie's heart was right there with his family in an old, abandoned, cold, and not so cozy subway station.