So, this is a little project I am working on. To be honest, this fanfiction is based on the song "Hello" by Evanescense, simply because I have heard it way too many times. This story has nothing to do with my Guardian Angel stories at all. BTW, I'm still working on it, but the Soulless Hours story has been put to a slight hiatus, since I have had a bit of trouble writing it. Isn't it typical how you can get a writer's block on one story? Typical me, unfortunately. And yes, this chapter is really short, but it's only the beginning.

This story is a Donnie centric and a slight Don/OC, but I hope you can all live with it... As for now, there's only left to say; Enjoy...

The sound was echoing through the room, metal clashing towards metal. Don looked up from his desk for a short second, just in time to see Raph's sai make yet another clash with Leo's katana blade. Not that it was unusual – or at least not anymore unusual than any other day. It probably couldn't be considered normal, that two brothers were fighting, but in the small lair, it was a reality. Or even more specific, everyday life. It was nothing but sparring practice, yet Don could feel a bit of tension in the air, as the two turtles were fighting to prove the strongest. With a short sigh, Donatello went back to the radio and let the screwdriver turn between his fingers, as he tried to save it from a life without sound. It usually wouldn't be that hard, maybe except for the fact that he wasn't just trying to fix it. He was trying to improve it. This radio would be a small part of his new security system. Well, when he was finished, at least…

The turtle stood up. He would need to go get some materials at the junk yard, if he wanted the system to work perfectly. He took a few steps towards the door, but it wasn't long before a hoarse voice made him stop.

"I believe it is a bit late for a stroll, Donatello."

Don turned around with a weak smile. His sensei was sitting on the old, red mat with his eyes closed. Of course the rat would know what he had in mind. After all, they had shared their entire past with each other, and Splinter wasn't only their teacher – he was their father.

"I just need to get something from the junk yard," Don explained, "I won't be gone for long."

Finally, the rat opened his eyes, the black circle's being illuminated with the light from the two candles next to him. Splinter didn't need to look at his son. He knew exactly every feature in Donatello's face, as the turtle was awaiting his words. Being the calmest of the four, Donatello was probably the one to be the least cautious about. The rat simply nodded to himself, as he closed his eyes again to continue on his meditating.

"Remember to bring a coat, Donatello."

Don grinned a bit. Being 17 years old, he was still told to put on clothes before he went out to play, even though Splinter knew it wasn't quite something a turtle forgot in the middle of February. Don quickly grabbed the old coat before he stepped out of the lair. After they had moved into the old building, going to the junk yard had proved to be easier than before and it wouldn't be long until he reached the junk yard.