TMNT Ficlet : You're Only As Old As You Feel
HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY, GREENWILLOW!!! :D
Okay, I meant to have this completely finished before the end of last year. But, happy late birthday, and this is my gift fic to fulfill this entry. NYAR! :D I hope you like it, GW!!!!
Title: You're Only As Old As You Feel
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Author: Mica
Word Count: 971
Rating: PG-13 (for Raph's swearing)
BETA: None, so PLEASE tell me if you find any errors (I promise to fix them ASAP) I ENCOURAGE CONSTRUCTIVE, PICKY CRITICISM! (thank you morningstar4, aussiegirl17, & jem0000000 for pointing out errors which I fixied, please tell me if you find any more!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.
Author's Note: NOTE! There IS no way of telling what a turtle's (mutant ninja or otherwise) age REALLY is, so I had to fudge a little of the facts with this ficlet. The test Donnie is running doesn't exist in reality. :p
Summary: How old ARE the turtles anyway? Don runs a test to find out
Donatello puzzled over the results. They just COULDN'T be right. However, he had redone the test three times with the same conclusions.
When Raphael and Leonardo had come to him a few weeks ago, demanding that he settle an argument, Donatello had brushed them off at first. It was frivolous to find out their ages and Don had much better things to do with his time and energy.
Plus, Donatello knew that with the limits of current technology, the most he could tell was an approximate age. Also, it was more than likely that he and his brothers had come from the same nest. If that was the case, the results would be fruitless as there was absolutely no way of telling who hatched first. He had tried to explain this to his brothers but they were still insistent.
Don was resistant to their repeated pleas and silly reasoning. Don was not going to go through the time-consuming and delicate testing procedure just so Raph or Leo could have one more weapon in their arsenal to use in their perpetual quien-es-mas-macho oneupsmanship duel.
However, Raphael seemed to know exactly how to get to him. For the meathead that he seemed to be most of the time, Raph was strangely intuitive when it came to manipulating others. Raph had somehow acquired the cool-heat wireless soldering iron that Don had been pining for. Don was almost sure that Raph's methods of "procurement" were highly suspect and probably illegal. In other words, it was probably stolen, which was something Donatello tried to never do unless it was an occasion of the greatest urgency.
However, Don wasn't one to look a gift tool in the mouth. Especially when it was dangled so tantalizingly close. Literally. Raphael had waggled the tool in front of Don at the breakfast table and had made it clear in no uncertain terms what he wanted in return for the precious object. He probably took some perverse pleasure in watching his brainy brother's eyes follow the box back and forth as he swung it.
So, Don had given in. He had collected samples from Leonardo and Raphael and gone to run the test. At the last minute, Michaelangelo had barged into his lab and insisted on being included. Don had chuckled at Mikey, but had indulged his petulant brother and taken a sample. He had also thrown in a sample of his own for good measure.
That had all been two days and three tests ago. Don pondered the results and cross-checked his work for the Nth time as he walked out of his lab. Mike and Raph were watching some gore-fest on television, and Leonardo was reading a book.
Mikey spotted Don and hopped up in his usual fashion to greet him. "Ohhh! You gots papers, Donnie T!" he gushed, "Are they the results? Are they? Huh? huh? Huh? Lemme see!"
Don waved his hand swatting the hyperactive turtle away. "No Mikey. Go get the others and I'll tell you all the results."
"LEO! RAPH! DON'S GOT THE RESULTS!" Mikey bellowed, even though the aforementioned turtles had already gathered in Don's proximity. Donatello rolled his eyes at his brother's goofiness.
"So?" Raph said, trying to snatch the papers, "What's the verdict? How much older am I than ol' Fearless?"
"No way, Raph." Don said, holding the papers out of his reach, "Payment first, please."
Raph rolled his eyes, but quickly jogged off to this room and returned with the soldering iron. Don didn't like to be so obstinate with his brother, but he had learned through experience that Raphael could get rather destructive when he received news he didn't like.
"Now git on and tell us the results." Raph said, slapping the box into Donatello's waiting hand.
"Well, I was surprised to find out that genetically, only two of us are brothers!" Don stated, ruffling the papers, trying to stall for time.
"Me and Raphy, right?" Michaelangelo piped up, grinning and hanging his arm over his larger brother's shoulders "Cuz we're so alike. You know me with all my emo and angst and stuff."
Don chuckled softly as Raph punched Mike off of him, which caused Mikey to go into a whining fit.
"You're such a baby, Mikey." Raph smirked, grabbing Mike in a headlock "I bet that Mike's the youngest."
"Actually," Don said, "I am. According to the test, I'm at least three years younger than you and Leo."
"Wait." Leo said, "You mean Raph and I are the brothers?"
"Precisely, Leo. And thus you are both the same age."
"Oh HELL no!" Raph argued, allowing Michaelangelo to slip out of the headlock "No WAY me and stick-up-the-ass came from the same genes. That's fucked up, Donnie! Fucked up!"
"Can't argue with the facts, Raph." Don shrugged, "That's just the way it is."
Raph looked like he was about to say something, but Michaelangelo interrupted him "What about me, Don-san? Me, me, meeee! Am I like a year younger than the broody bigger brother types we have?"
"Actually, Mike. Your result was the most surprising of all of ours." Don said, "You are five years older than Raph and Leo."
Raph and Leo stared at Don in stunned silence. Even Michaelangelo was speechless for a few short moments while he processed the information.
"OH YEAH!" Mikey jumped up and down, shouting jubilantly and doing his version of a victory dance. "Oh yeah! Do the cabbage patch! Boo yeah! Mikey's the oldest! I rock! I'm the best! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
"Unbelievable." Leonardo muttered, crossing his arms.
"Well I guess it just proves the old saying true," Don commented, watching his oldest brother continue bouncing about celebrating. "You're only as old as you think you are."
"Bah." Raph smirked, "If that's true, then Leo here is in his late eighties."
Okay, I meant to have this completely finished before the end of last year. But, happy late birthday, and this is my gift fic to fulfill this entry. NYAR! :D I hope you like it, GW!!!!
Title: You're Only As Old As You Feel
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Author: Mica
Word Count: 971
Rating: PG-13 (for Raph's swearing)
BETA: None, so PLEASE tell me if you find any errors (I promise to fix them ASAP) I ENCOURAGE CONSTRUCTIVE, PICKY CRITICISM! (thank you morningstar4, aussiegirl17, & jem0000000 for pointing out errors which I fixied, please tell me if you find any more!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.
Author's Note: NOTE! There IS no way of telling what a turtle's (mutant ninja or otherwise) age REALLY is, so I had to fudge a little of the facts with this ficlet. The test Donnie is running doesn't exist in reality. :p
Summary: How old ARE the turtles anyway? Don runs a test to find out
Donatello puzzled over the results. They just COULDN'T be right. However, he had redone the test three times with the same conclusions.
When Raphael and Leonardo had come to him a few weeks ago, demanding that he settle an argument, Donatello had brushed them off at first. It was frivolous to find out their ages and Don had much better things to do with his time and energy.
Plus, Donatello knew that with the limits of current technology, the most he could tell was an approximate age. Also, it was more than likely that he and his brothers had come from the same nest. If that was the case, the results would be fruitless as there was absolutely no way of telling who hatched first. He had tried to explain this to his brothers but they were still insistent.
Don was resistant to their repeated pleas and silly reasoning. Don was not going to go through the time-consuming and delicate testing procedure just so Raph or Leo could have one more weapon in their arsenal to use in their perpetual quien-es-mas-macho oneupsmanship duel.
However, Raphael seemed to know exactly how to get to him. For the meathead that he seemed to be most of the time, Raph was strangely intuitive when it came to manipulating others. Raph had somehow acquired the cool-heat wireless soldering iron that Don had been pining for. Don was almost sure that Raph's methods of "procurement" were highly suspect and probably illegal. In other words, it was probably stolen, which was something Donatello tried to never do unless it was an occasion of the greatest urgency.
However, Don wasn't one to look a gift tool in the mouth. Especially when it was dangled so tantalizingly close. Literally. Raphael had waggled the tool in front of Don at the breakfast table and had made it clear in no uncertain terms what he wanted in return for the precious object. He probably took some perverse pleasure in watching his brainy brother's eyes follow the box back and forth as he swung it.
So, Don had given in. He had collected samples from Leonardo and Raphael and gone to run the test. At the last minute, Michaelangelo had barged into his lab and insisted on being included. Don had chuckled at Mikey, but had indulged his petulant brother and taken a sample. He had also thrown in a sample of his own for good measure.
That had all been two days and three tests ago. Don pondered the results and cross-checked his work for the Nth time as he walked out of his lab. Mike and Raph were watching some gore-fest on television, and Leonardo was reading a book.
Mikey spotted Don and hopped up in his usual fashion to greet him. "Ohhh! You gots papers, Donnie T!" he gushed, "Are they the results? Are they? Huh? huh? Huh? Lemme see!"
Don waved his hand swatting the hyperactive turtle away. "No Mikey. Go get the others and I'll tell you all the results."
"LEO! RAPH! DON'S GOT THE RESULTS!" Mikey bellowed, even though the aforementioned turtles had already gathered in Don's proximity. Donatello rolled his eyes at his brother's goofiness.
"So?" Raph said, trying to snatch the papers, "What's the verdict? How much older am I than ol' Fearless?"
"No way, Raph." Don said, holding the papers out of his reach, "Payment first, please."
Raph rolled his eyes, but quickly jogged off to this room and returned with the soldering iron. Don didn't like to be so obstinate with his brother, but he had learned through experience that Raphael could get rather destructive when he received news he didn't like.
"Now git on and tell us the results." Raph said, slapping the box into Donatello's waiting hand.
"Well, I was surprised to find out that genetically, only two of us are brothers!" Don stated, ruffling the papers, trying to stall for time.
"Me and Raphy, right?" Michaelangelo piped up, grinning and hanging his arm over his larger brother's shoulders "Cuz we're so alike. You know me with all my emo and angst and stuff."
Don chuckled softly as Raph punched Mike off of him, which caused Mikey to go into a whining fit.
"You're such a baby, Mikey." Raph smirked, grabbing Mike in a headlock "I bet that Mike's the youngest."
"Actually," Don said, "I am. According to the test, I'm at least three years younger than you and Leo."
"Wait." Leo said, "You mean Raph and I are the brothers?"
"Precisely, Leo. And thus you are both the same age."
"Oh HELL no!" Raph argued, allowing Michaelangelo to slip out of the headlock "No WAY me and stick-up-the-ass came from the same genes. That's fucked up, Donnie! Fucked up!"
"Can't argue with the facts, Raph." Don shrugged, "That's just the way it is."
Raph looked like he was about to say something, but Michaelangelo interrupted him "What about me, Don-san? Me, me, meeee! Am I like a year younger than the broody bigger brother types we have?"
"Actually, Mike. Your result was the most surprising of all of ours." Don said, "You are five years older than Raph and Leo."
Raph and Leo stared at Don in stunned silence. Even Michaelangelo was speechless for a few short moments while he processed the information.
"OH YEAH!" Mikey jumped up and down, shouting jubilantly and doing his version of a victory dance. "Oh yeah! Do the cabbage patch! Boo yeah! Mikey's the oldest! I rock! I'm the best! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
"Unbelievable." Leonardo muttered, crossing his arms.
"Well I guess it just proves the old saying true," Don commented, watching his oldest brother continue bouncing about celebrating. "You're only as old as you think you are."
"Bah." Raph smirked, "If that's true, then Leo here is in his late eighties."