Author's Note: I am SO sorry for the REALLY long wait! I've been brain-dead all summer and every time I open Microsoft Word© to right this chapter I could get anything, major writers block. But suddenly, right before school starts I suddenly can write something. So sorry if it isn't as good as the other chapters.

Disclaimer: No I do not own the TMNT, but I will own Donnie someday, I WILL find a way!

Chapter Six – Why Does This Always Happen?

I sighed my relief as I saw Manhattan, New York coming back into view. I felt eyes on me so I looked to my left and saw Donnie watching me, I smiled at him and he smiled back, then he returned his attention to flying the aircraft. I looked to the back of the aircraft and saw, and heard, Mikey snoring like, well, I don't think there's anything I could use to describe the awful noise he was making.

Groaning slightly as I touched my neck tenderly, my mind made a picture of what my neck must look like: red and swollen. I probably looked like a marshmallow, but that was just my imagination. It probably felt worse than it looked. Looking back over at Donnie I smiled again, he had come to my rescue, and not only him, but also the turtle that was making the awful noises back there did too. They risked their lives to save me.

I frowned, what if I had been pregnant, what would Bishop had done when the baby was born. I shivered and closed my eyes at the thought. I felt a warm hand lay softly across my own. Opening my eyes I looked down and saw Donnie's now warm, five-fingered and peach colored hand over my own.

Looking to my left I took in his features, his human features. He was cute, and could I say hot? He had a baby face but with dark features and light chocolate brown hair. He still had his same eyes that I just loved to gaze into; he had a cute nose…I wonder if his adorable grin will still be the same? Yet, I sort of missed him as a turtle, although I never really saw him as a turtle, I always did see him as a person, for who he is.

Don looked over and smiled warmly, "you okay?"
I nodded and trying to change the subject I asked, "so, the, um, experiment worked?"

He grinned and looked out at the sky before us, "yeah," then he looked nervous, "do you like it, because I can change back if you want me to, this is only temporarily, in fact Mikey and I should be turning back any moment now."

I smiled, "either way is fine with me, I love you Donatello, not your body…" Donnie raised an eyebrow and I bit my lip, we burst out laughing, "lets pretend that didn't ever happen, okay?" I was bright red by now probably.

Don shrugged, "I don't know, that was pretty funny, I might have to share it with the family."

"Don't you even dare!" I shrieked.

We heard a snort and Mikey asked from the back groggily, "what? What don't you dare?"

Donnie opened his mouth to answer but I leaped over and cover his mouth, but in the process I tripped and jerked his arms causing the helicopter to jerk to the side. This caused me to yelp and I caught myself, and unfortunately it landed right where I think Don wanted me. After Don had steadied the aircraft, I found that my arms were wrapped around the headrest therefore successfully making me land into his arms on his lap and my head was right up to his. Our lips were touching, and our noses were awkwardly smashed. My eyes were wide and when I looked into his eyes they were filled with amusement and enjoyment.

We broke apart and I smiled sheepishly, "um, sorry?"

Don smiled, "no need to say sorry, that was done on purpose."

My mouth opened in surprise, "what? I didn't trip on purpose!"

Donnie shook his head, "no, I did that on purpose."

I furrowed my brow, "you mean to tell me that you jerked this helicopter so I would fall into your lap and end up kissing you?"

He grinned and nodded.

Hitting his arm playfully I scolded, "you little scoundrel!"

We heard Mikey clear his throat and we looked up, he was peeking over the chair, Donnie then said loud enough for him to hear, "and I think what would have made it even better would have been if Mikey wasn't here."

"Hey! I'm standing right here!"

"Exactly," I stated.

Mikey pouted and went back to his seat, and Don looked back to where he was flying.

"Kristy?"

"Yeah?"

"I've, been needing to ask you something." Don seemed really nervous, so I decided to try and make him even more nervous, he was so cute when he was nervous. I turned my back to him and snuggled up against him, surprisingly he took it in stride and went on.

"I've been thinking…"

"As usual," I muttered.

"That it's way too dangerous here Kristy, we've become too close…"

I frowned at where this was heading.

"I, I love you, but, it's a forbidden love Kristy, we can't be together, my brothers and I, we're meant to be alone together, to fight off evil and defend New York. We're only allowed a few friends to trust, but if we get too close, we will have an easy weakness. Bishop could have been using you to get to me, to, us. I have to find a way to send you home, I couldn't bear seeing you get hurt, I love you too much."

Tears were welling up in my eyes and I couldn't speak, I could feel my hair starting to get damp, Don was crying as well. How could he do this to me? How could he? If he really did love me then he'd let me stay. I didn't have anything back home, my parents weren't really my parents, my sister wasn't really my sister, and aunts and uncles and cousins weren't related to me at all! I was a foster child, my mother was killed and my father's a druggie, I was sent from home to home, over and over again. I was ripped from one family I loved to another. And every time we would get close I would be ripped away to another. Eventually I stopped loving. Oddly, the cartoon Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me from killing myself. I had fallen in love with the cartoon and with one of its characters.

And now like every time before, I was being ripped away from someone I had gotten close to, someone I had loved.

With tears streaming out of my eyes I ripped myself away from him, and went back to my seat and looked out of the window away from him. I felt like a little child again, hurt and confused, and feeling very unloved.

I could feel Don's hurt stare tearing into my skin, but it wasn't my fault, it was his own fault that he was hurt now…he hurt me first.

There was something wrong with my son Donatello after he came back from his and Michelangelo's adventure to Bishop to save dear Kristina. When they had gotten back, Kristina ran for her room, I had assumed that she had been through some trauma, but when I saw the look on my son Donatello's face as he looked after her, I though otherwise.

Donatello and Michelangelo had proceeded to share with me the story of their adventure and afterwards they had changed from their human forms back to the turtles I have always known. I found it fascinating, and I am now trying to figure out what Bishop may have wanted with Kristina. I have an aching feeling that it had something to do with her relationship with my son.

I stood up, grabbed my cane, and walked to my doorway. Upon opening it I surveyed the surroundings, Leonardo was training in the dojo, Michelangelo was watching TV, Raphael was fixing up his shell-cycle, and Donatello was in his work area working on an invention of his, but I could tell his whole heart wasn't into it, there was something on his mind. I observed some more and noticed that Kristina was not here, looking to her door, I saw that it was shut but there was a light on.

"Donatello, would you come here please?" I asked sternly.

Donatello looked up confused but stood up and followed me into my bedchambers.

"Close the door," after Donatello had done so, I motioned to him to sit down. "Donatello, is there something you wish to talk to me about?"

Donatello looked down and shook his head.

"Look at me my son." I ordered sternly.

He looked up at me, and what I saw startled me briefly, I saw love, yet hatred, happiness yet overwhelmingly sadness, sure yet uncertain, through all that I could sense that he was utterly confused.

"Donatello, my son, please confide in me, I am here to help you with anything I can."

Tears welled up in my son's eyes and he closed them to try and fight them back. Leaning forward I reached out to him and surrounded his body with my arms, like he was a young child again, confused because he couldn't get the toaster to work again.

"Shhhhh, it's alright to cry, there's nothing wrong in doing so." Immediately I felt my fur become damp as he let the tears spill onto me. I pulled back but kept him at arms length, "now my son, do tell me what is the matter."

Donatello sniffed, "well, I'm in love with Kristina, and I thought she loved me back, but I'm not so sure anymore…"

"What brought on this confusion?"

"When we had rescued her, I started to think that it is just too dangerous for her here, especially that I now have these intense feelings for her, she might get hurt or something, and I couldn't bear to see her get hurt. I wanted to protect her, so I told her that I loved her but I needed to find a way to get her back because it was too dangerous here. She hasn't said a word to me since then; she won't even look at me. I thought what I was doing was right, but I don't know anymore."

I sighed, I didn't know what to do, this wasn't a physical problem that I could figure out and fix, this was emotional, and I had no experience in it. I wanted to give my son comfort but I didn't know how. I pulled him into my arms again and we just sat there as father and son, not teacher and student. Finally, these words formed in my head and I let them out of my mouth, "why don't you speak with her Donatello, maybe there is something that you don't know about."

Donatello pulled away and nodded, "alright, I'll try that." I grabbed a tissue and handed it to him, he wiped his eyes of his tears and stood up, I stood up with him and motioned for him to go. Before leaving he turned around, "thank you, father."

I hesitated at her door, my father's words were echoing in my mind, 'why don't you speak with her Donatello, maybe there is something that you don't know about.' I sighed and raised my fist, and knocked softly, barely enough to be heard. I was terrified, terrified of what might happened. I was just hoping that this was PMS week or something and that she's just taking everything way too hard, harder than she usually would.

The door opened a crack and I heard her sob stricken voice ask, "Who is it?"

"D-don."

Silence, then, "what do you want?"

I winced at the hostile tone she used, "I just, I want to talk to you Kristy."

"I thought we already did that," she snapped.

"No I…"

"I understand Don, I've gotten too close to you for comfort and now you want to push me away so you don' t have something else to worry about. I understand, I know you'll figure someway to get me home, I'm here if you need help." She then slammed the door into my face.

I stood there, broken to pieces. In a daze I walked away to my room and shut the door quietly.

I bit my lip, I heard what Don told Kristy in the plane, and I wanted to help, I really did, but should I get involved with this? After Kristy and slammed the door in Don's face and Don and walked off to his room, Leo, Raph, and I were exchanging worried glances.

Finally I couldn't stand it any longer; I stood up and marched over to Kristy's door. I heard a murmured, "Mikey no…" from one of my brothers as I knocked on her door hard, but I ignored it.

I heard Kristy call out from inside, "my goodness Don, just LEAVE ME ALONE! I don't want to talk to you about ANYTHING!"

"It's not Don," I answered back.

"Then who is it?"

"Why don't you come out and see."

"Don, if this is some type of trick to get me out, you're dead."

"It's not." I answered simply.

Kristy opened the door and peered out, she sighed, "what do you want now Mikey?"

I winced, "ouch, harsh much?"

She smiled and opened the door more, "why don't you come inside."

I nodded and walked into her room, even though I was feeling rather successful in penetrating her barrier I felt kind of guilty for being able to get in and Don not being able to. I sat on her bed and motioned for her to sit next to me.

She sat next to me and asked again, "what do you want Mikey?"

"I want to know why you are shunning Don, all he wants to do is protect you."

She looked away, "just because…"

"That's no answer Kristy."

"So what? I'm just gonna leave, he's gonna forget all about me when I leave," then she added softly, "just like everybody else."

"What do you mean just like everybody else?"

Her eyes darkened, "its none of your business Mikey."

"It may not be my business, but I think it may be Don's."

"And why would you say that?"

"Because he was a right to know why you are so upset, this is more that just going away, if the danger was gone, Don would immediately try to get you back, and you know it. He has fallen hard for you Kristy, how can you just ignore that, he loves you so much!"

Kristy was quiet, "but Mike, how can I? After all I've gone through, how can I love again, and then be pushed away, all over again. I tried to love him, I do love him, but I can't take another one pushing me away, another one I will never see again."

I didn't know what she was meaning, but I still had to get her to go talk to Don, "Kristy, Don deserves to know how you feel about this, you deserve a say in this. Go talk to him, maybe you two could come up with some type of compromise."

She nodded, "yeah, I think I will," she smiled and then kissed me on the cheek, "thanks Mike, and don't you dare take that kiss the wrong way, you're like a brother to me."

I shrugged, "I don't know…"

"Mike!"

"Okay!"

She smiled and walked out, I followed after her and watched as she walked to Dons room and entered without knocking. That's gonna startle him, she always knocks…or does she…

I silently walked into Don's room and closed the door, Donnie was lying on his bed seemingly asleep, but most likely not. I walked over and sat at the edge of his bed, reaching forward I stroked his face, "oh Donnie, I never wanted this to happen, I wanted to be with you forever."

Don opened his eyes and looked up at me, I winced, for I saw such hurt in his eyes.

"Donnie, I need to, I need to explain my actions."

Don sat up and scooted forward to sit next to me, nearly pressing his thigh against mine in anticipation.

I giggled, "You can't be that excited to find out."

"Oh but I am." Don said in all seriousness.

"Oh, well, okay. Here's the thing Donnie. When I was three years old, my mother was killed in a car accident with a drunk driver, I was in the car, and I-I watched her die. My only parent then was my father. He was the greatest dad then, but after my mom died he started drinking, and taking drugs. He eventually started to beat me, we moved a lot, and finally one of my neighbors reported him. I was taken away from him and sent to a foster home. I loved my new parents more than anything, but they were a temporary foster care, and right as I trusted and loved them I was ripped away to another home. The same thing happened more than I can count, until I started to just close up and be cold to my foster parents. It all continued until I was eighteen, and I started taking care of myself. My last family had been with me the longest, and they sent me to New York to visit and to do research. The only thing that I had continued to love was the cartoon show, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" I had loved the show and one of the characters in it. And then when I wished to be here, and my wish was granted, I immediately fell in love with you. And I thought that I could just stay here forever, this was the happiest I had ever been since my mother had died. And then today, you told me that we should separate, to me, it was like I was leaving another foster home that I had grown to love and care for, and now I was being ripped away from it. I don't want that to happen Donnie, I don't want it to, I love you Donnie."

Don wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight while burrowing his beak into my hair. "I just wanted to protect you," he whispered.

"I know Donnie, but I want you to protect me here, teach me ninjitsu, teach me how to defend myself. Just don't send me back, I'm happy here."

I felt him nod, "alright, I won't, I'll teach you everything I know. I love you too Kristy."

He nuzzled my hair, and I closed my eyes, yeah, I was happy here. "Donnie, I don't want you to tell anybody what I just told you, okay?"

Don nodded again, "okay." He pulled away and looked intensely into my eyes, I turned red under his intense gaze. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine passionately. I placed my hand on the back on his head and kissed him passionately back.

Authors Note: So how was the chapter? Please Read and Review to tell me, I want a ton, k? So even if you think it was crappy, tell me! I don't mind, I'll just think that your rude and you don't like love stories cuz that's what this is all about! I'll try to hurry and find something to write about in the next chapter! So any ideas on what the next chapter will be will be welcome. But if you want the story to end right now, you can tell me that too, cuz I'm not sure if this should be the end or not. Read and Review please!