No Need To Travel (TMNT; Splinter, Turtles; G)
Title: "No Need To Travel"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 11 April, 2012
Challenge: For a TMNT-Tuesdays LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Michelangelo, Splinter, all other characters mentioned within, and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. The lyrics/song used is © & TM Billy Idol, also not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Splinter cringed as furious screams echoed throughout the lair. His tail and fur stood on end. His furry ears laid back against his head, and his heart sank. He sighed wearily. It was times like these when he longed to make guilty use of time travel and go back to just a few years before, when his sons were only beginning to learn to talk and walk, back before they each had such tempers and truly got along as a family should instead of the constant bickering that seemed to fill their lives as well.
Splinter turned, sighing again, and left his home. He headed up to the surface world for fresh air and what he hoped would be a peaceful walk. His peace was shattered again, all too soon, however, by Shredder, his Foot soldiers, Bebop, and Rocksteady, all of whom attacked the unsuspecting Sensei from all corners. Splinter fought bravely but was nonetheless captured. Yet, even as Shredder laughed in his face, the old rat remained calm for he knew his sons would pull themselves together, put aside their differences yet again, and come for him as they always did.
It only took the Turtles a few hours to come to his rescue in their usual radical style, and once they were together again, all four trying to hug him at once and asking over him in concern, Splinter realized his mistake. He had no need to go back in time. He would always cherish the years he had spent with his boys, raising them throughout their childhood, but despite their anger and troublesome, teenage behavior, Splinter would give nothing in exchange for the way they were right now. "You fought well, my sons," he applauded. They beamed, understanding his words to mean how much he loved them.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 11 April, 2012
Challenge: For a TMNT-Tuesdays LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Michelangelo, Splinter, all other characters mentioned within, and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. The lyrics/song used is © & TM Billy Idol, also not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Splinter cringed as furious screams echoed throughout the lair. His tail and fur stood on end. His furry ears laid back against his head, and his heart sank. He sighed wearily. It was times like these when he longed to make guilty use of time travel and go back to just a few years before, when his sons were only beginning to learn to talk and walk, back before they each had such tempers and truly got along as a family should instead of the constant bickering that seemed to fill their lives as well.
Splinter turned, sighing again, and left his home. He headed up to the surface world for fresh air and what he hoped would be a peaceful walk. His peace was shattered again, all too soon, however, by Shredder, his Foot soldiers, Bebop, and Rocksteady, all of whom attacked the unsuspecting Sensei from all corners. Splinter fought bravely but was nonetheless captured. Yet, even as Shredder laughed in his face, the old rat remained calm for he knew his sons would pull themselves together, put aside their differences yet again, and come for him as they always did.
It only took the Turtles a few hours to come to his rescue in their usual radical style, and once they were together again, all four trying to hug him at once and asking over him in concern, Splinter realized his mistake. He had no need to go back in time. He would always cherish the years he had spent with his boys, raising them throughout their childhood, but despite their anger and troublesome, teenage behavior, Splinter would give nothing in exchange for the way they were right now. "You fought well, my sons," he applauded. They beamed, understanding his words to mean how much he loved them.
The End