(A/N:) Why hallo there! So guess what? I have a new obsession! Anyone want to try and guess what it is? It's APRILTELLO! YES! PIZZA GYOZA! *ahem* So I found this advent calendar challenge on Tumblr, and I decided to do it. HOWEVER! I decided that EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER FROM 1-25 SHALL BE APRILTELLO! I'm also gonna try to connect all the chapters together instead of having them all as individual one-shots. Please keep in mind, that i haven't seen many episodes, so I'm not really used to writing the TMNT crew. I'm learning as I go along, so please bear with me! Well then, without further ado, here's the first chapter!

Ch. 1: Snow

The wind was blowing harshly, stinging the eyes of anyone who dared to walk in it. The temperature was falling rapidly, causing people to take up thick jackets, scarves, gloves, and any other layers of clothing that they owned. Oh yes, winter had definitely arrived in New York City.

"I'm so glad it isn't snowing right now," April thought as she walked down the street, a plastic bag clenched tightly in her yellow gloved hand. Despite the multiple layers of clothing she wore, she still felt a chill, and tried to hurry to her destination. The sooner she was out of this cold, the better. Not to mention it was nearing night time, and her mind could only imagine how much colder it would become.

April let out a sigh, a puff of visible air escaping through her chattering teeth. At least she had managed to convince her aunt to let her free that evening, believing that she was going to hang out at a friends' house for a while.

"Which isn't a complete lie," April mused silently, " I am gonna hang out with friends, just not friends she knows." April quietly walked on, her mind on the friends she had been spending more and more time with recently. The sixteen year old girl looked around her and noted that the crowd of people she had been in earlier was beginning to disperse. She really didn't have to worry about being alone in the dark, she knew one of her four friends would either be watching from the shadows and leap into action, or immediately come to her aid when she called if trouble appeared. Her four friends cared for her, and she, in turn, cared for them deeply as well. But though she loved her friends dearly, one stood out a bit more than his other three brothers in her mind... And speaking of him, there he was.

"Donnie!" April cried out in relief, running to the tall, mask wearing, anthropomorphic turtle. He was hidden in an alleyway, in case people were still around, but due to the nearly pitch black clouds and outrageously low temperature, the streets had finally emptied.

"Hey April," Donatello greeted back with his signature gap-toothed grin, giving her a small wave. He had his wooden bo staff strapped to his back as always, but there was a certain alertness in his chocolate brown eyes as he gazed around. A small grin formed on April's face as she realized what exactly was going through the purple clad turtle's mind.

"It's okay, Donnie," the red head said assuringly, "The streets are empty, people decided that they don't wanna be out in the cold." Frowning a bit she continued, "Actually, I've decided that I don't want to be in the cold either. Can we get to the lair before it starts to snow?" Donatello, who had been listening to her speak as attentively as he always did, let his brows raise at her last word.

"Snow?" he asked, slowly. April looked up at him, knitting her brows together in confusion as she saw curiosity written on his face.

"Yeah, snow," she replied in the same slow manner. "You know, the soft, cold, white stuff that falls from the sky during winter? Frozen water?" His eyes simply stared blankly at her in return. Looking into his puzzled chocolate eyes, April suddenly remembered that the four turtle brothers had lived in the sewers their entire lives, only recently having come up to the surface world.

"They must have never seen the snow before..." April thought, her eyes widening in realization. Looking into the eyes of the lanky third turtle brother, she saw a sudden gleam enter them. She knew that gleam. It was one that she had often seen in her father's eyes, before he was taken from her. It was the quizzical curiosity of a scientist. The second she saw that sparkle in his eyes, she knew. He wanted to see the snow. He wanted to feel it. Study it. Understand it. The teenage girl's lips curved into a small smile. She couldn't keep him from satisfying that curious nature. That need to understand was one of the qualities she admired in him.

"Do you want to wait a bit? I think it'll start snowing soon." She asked nonchalantly. He looked at her, excitement beginning to replace the questions that were burning within him. Then, in an instant it vanished, and in its stead was worry.

"Are you sure, April?" he asked hesitantly, " I mean, it's really cold out, and the guys are waiting, and-"

"It's okay, Donnie!" April assured him quickly, putting a hand on his arm to stop any movement, " Really, it's okay." Donatello immediately halted any protest the moment he felt her cold wool glove against his skin. He involuntarily shivered, though wether it was from the cold, or her touch, he wasn't sure. He simply looked at her smiling face, taking in the way the cold made her cheeks and nose rosy red. The way the twinkle of amusement he caught in her bright blue eyes made them shine. How the fiery orange bangs that peeked out from beneath a sunny yellow wool hat had been whipped around by the merciless wind. He couldn't help himself. He was enchanted.

"I don't mind waiting out, if anything, you're probably much colder than I am. The guys probably know that you're with me, and-" She suddenly stopped as she felt something wet against the exposed skin of her cheek. April slowly brought up the hand that wasn't touching Donatello, the one holding her shopping bag, and looked up into the sky.

"Donnie..." the girl breathed out excitedly, "Look!" Reluctantly, the teenage turtle tore his affectionate gaze from the girl, looked up, and gasped quietly. Falling from the sky were pure white dots. They were small, and there wasn't much, but he could see them. Tentatively, he stretched out the arm that wasn't being held onto and faced his palm up. He felt tiny pricks of cold hit his already freezing skin, but a split second later, and it was ice cold water.

"Wow..." he whispered in awe, taking in the drifting white pieces of precipitation.

"Yeah, snow is great," April agreed, "Just wait until it starts piling up a bit, then we can really have some fun!" Donatello whipped around to face her.

"Fun? What fun?" he asked, not bothering to try to keep the excitement out of his voice. April beamed at the now worked up turtle.

"All kinds," she began, "There are snowball fights, and snow angels, and tobogganing, and building snowmen, and-" April stopped short and grinned up at her terrapin companion. "But we can wait a bit for that. For now, let's get back to the lair, I have a surprise for you guys." She jostled the plastic bag that she had been carrying, emphasizing her point. Donatello returned the smile, showing off the gap in his teeth.

"Alright, then! Let's go!" In his haste to get back home, Donatello didn't seem to realize that he had grabbed her gloved hand and was pulling her along. Surprisingly, she didn't mind it as much as she thought she should have, and it actually made her face a bit warmer; though she wasn't quite sure why. As he lead her along, she decided to wait until they got to the lair before saying anything, if he didn't notice, of course.

Just until they were out of the snow.