I've been binging your x readers the past few days, and they're so well done!! If it's not much trouble, could you do a 2k3 Donnie x GN Reader during the Adventures in Turtlesitting/Good Genes arc? I've been turning the thought of (Y/N) witnessing his transformation and going "Like Hell I'm not gonna do something about this" and doing what they can to make a cure; even standing up to Bishop and Stockman. I'm a sucker for "You helped me, it's the least I could do to help you" stories. >u<
Secondary Mutation (Angst)
A/N: Thank you so much! Thatās so sweet of you to sayš This arch goes over three episodes, but Iāve tried cut it down and make it more precise, making the main focus the showdown and all that at Area 51. Hope you enjoyš
Warning: Spelling (was a little tired towards the ending. Long dayš
), Donnie with a secondary mutation, Bishop and Stockman being assholes, a little hostage situation like?
You were there when it happened. You witnessed the whole thing as it unfolded. Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo and dropped you and a sick Donatello off at Aprilās place. It had been Leoās idea, citing it would be good to keep both of you out of the sewers, while he and the otherās went on a hunt for Bishopās mutants. You too thought it was a good idea, except it meant crashing April and Caseyās long awaited date night.
It had started out great. Or as great as it could. Your boyfriend was continuously sneezing and sniffling, bags running under his eyes, and shaking even when covered by several blankets. The poor guy was going through it.
But then the black out happened, leaving all of New York City in darkness. That was the last thing you needed, sitting with your shivering boyfriendās head in your lap, trying to sooth him with your fingers tracing across his head. But nothing helped. Donnie felt horrible, and the darkness only made it worse for him.
As Casey went to look for a flashlight, Donnie started groaning out in pain, complaining that the cut on his leg was beginning to act up. He said it felt like it was burning, causing you even more worry than before. April wanted to help, but with her own boyfriend knocking things over in her room, as he looked for the flashlight, she had to leave to make sure he didnāt bring the whole apartment down over the shop. But that was when the trouble began.
Donnie groaning almost turned to screaming, his thigh convulsing. You were terrified, asking him if he was okay, begging him for an answer, but Donnie could not speak. The pain was too much for him. Then suddenly he let out an ear piercing scream, his thigh doubling in size. He sat up, hugging onto his legs, screaming and shaking as sweat ran down his face. His body started to grow, his belt, elbow pads and knee pads ribbing before he hurried up from the sofa, as if he frantically tried to find a solution on his own.
āDonnie?ā, you asked terrified, trying to find him in the dark, grabbing your phone in your pocket.
ā(Y/N)ā, you heard Donnieās strained voice call out from the corner of the room. You quickly turned on your phone's flashlight, pointing it in his direction. There he stood, double in size, red eyes, sweat dripping down his face with an expression of pain. āHelp meā.
āDon?ā, you asked in confusion, stepping closer to him. āWhatās happening?ā
āNo!ā, he exclaimed, just as April and Casey came back into the living room. āStay back!ā
āDon!ā, they called out.
āNo!ā, Donnie yelled, before pushing past all of you, making a b-line directly for the door, breaking it off the hinges before he ran downstairs. āGet away from me!ā
The next few hours were horrible. Finding Donnie had turned into a giant alligator-like creature in the basement, before you and your friends had to defend yourselves against your boyfriend. Casey even had to go as far as mashing him over the head with a vacuum. It was even more horrible knowing he had run off into the sewers, leaving you scared and worried while the guys looked for him.
All of this led you up to this point, you and your best friends seeking out Agent Bishop in order to find a cure for your horribly inflicted boyfriend. Seeing Donnie like this broke your heart. Tears rolled down your face as you watched him unconsciously float around in the round glass bubble. Somehow this was even worse than having watched him slam against the glass or the other containment unit, roaring like a wild beast, trying to claw at whatever he saw outside the glass. Even you. You almost broke down when he snapped against the glass, wanting to bite you.
You paced around Bishopās lab, unable to sit still. Because if you sat down you would stare, and if you stare you would cry. And you did not want to cry, you wanted to act. You wanted to do something. You couldnāt just sit around and wait for his brothers to get whatever Bishop had asked of them. Especially not when Leatherhead and Splinter kept reading Donnieās vitals, giving each other sad looks. You knew what they were saying. You could not hear it, but you knew it. Donnieās time was running out. His second mutation was breaking down his body. And there was nothing you could do but wait. And you hated it. You felt like you were going mad. Time was ticking and you could do nothing but watch, feeling the need to scream and cry.
āDoctor Stockmanā, Splinter said, turning to the walking brain on a stick that had been testing your patience ever since you got to Area 51. āAgent Bishop told us that you would administer the cure to Donatelloā.
āTo think that Iāve sunk so lowā, Stockman spoke to no one but himself, testing out different liquids on a creature in a different bubble. āThat my unparalleled genius, would be used to save the life of one of these freaksā. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding from the temptation of smashing the glass that harbored Stockmanās brain. "Unfathomable".
āWhereās the cure, Stockman?ā, Leatherhead asked, doing his best to keep his tone civil. But Stockman ignored him, moving from one console to another, still talking to himself as he went.
āIām pulled from sweet oblivion, for what?! This?!ā
Getting tired of Stockmanās rambling, Leatherhead grabbed onto the walking stick, forcing him to face him. āShow us the cure, now!ā
āCure?ā, Stockman asked. āYou stupid animal! Agent Bishop lied. There is no cureā.
āWhat?!ā, Splinter exclaimed, his eyes wide. You felt your own body going pale, stopping dead in your tracks. For a moment you stopped breathing. Leatherhead growled, anger bobbling inside of him.
āYou inhuman, soulless, monster!ā, Leatherhead yelled, slamming Stockman against the keyboard, before getting ready to punch the glass head himself.
āLeatherhead, pleaseā, Splinter called out, putting a hand on the mutantās shoulder. āI share your anger, but this will not help Donatello! We need solutions not vengeanceā.
āAccording to me, that piece of gum needs a good chewing!ā, you yelled, pointing at Stockman.
āYou too, (Y/N)ā, Splinter said. āPlease, my child. For Donatelloā.
āYouāll be wise to listen to your inlawā, Bishopās voice sounded as he walked into the lab. Leatherhead growled and you felt your fists tightened at the sight of his smug smile. Both you and Leatherhead started seeing red, your anger so great that not even Splinter could hold you back.
āIāve waited a long time to do thisā, Leatherhead said before grabbing Stockman by the metal throat. āNow youāll know the meaning of pain!ā He threw the lump of metal onto the ground, before making his way to the well dressed man. You wasted no time stomping your foot onto Stockmanās back, making him lay flat against the floor.
āDoctor Stockman is working on a cureā, Bishop calmly said. āHeās the best change Donatello has for survivalā. You sucked a breath in, staring directly into Stockmanās lone eye. Leatherhead fought the urge not to jump on Bishop. āHarm me, and Stockman stops. And your friend has no chance!ā
You reluctantly let Stockman go, just as Leatherhead decided to back away from Agent Bishop.
āFine, for now villainā, the large mutant said, before turning to the robot human hybrid that had just managed to get off the floor. āDoctor Stockman, show me what you have so farā.
The scientist sighed, before moving to the console with Leatherhead and Master Splinter. You however went straight over to Bishop, anger still fuming off of you. āThis better work, Bishopā, you growled. āOr else youāll personally have to deal with meā.
Agent Bishop faked a kind smile. āYour care for your friends is admirable, Miss (L/N), especially your care for Donatello. Although, Iām right to assume that your care for the turtle goes above just that of friendships?ā
āHow I care for my friends is none of your businessā, you calmly said, keeping your anger in check. āWhat is your business, is making sure Stockman succeedsā.
āIf you say so, Miss. (L/N)ā, Bishop said, before walking away, leaving you back alone in your anger and sadness. How you wished you could be hugging Donnie, just one more time.
Leatherhead and Stockman made great progress on the cure, with the first test subject being a success. Who would ever have thought that you would be happy with Stockmanās work, even if it actually had been Leatherhead that had done the most out of the two? But all that slight happiness disappeared the moment the Bishop opened his mouth.
āImpressive, Mr. Leatherheadā, he said, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. āAnd to think, I was going to dissect youā. Leatherhead growled. āWhat a waste that would have been. Youāre even more brilliant than Doctor Stockman!ā
āThat doesnāt take muchā, you mumbled, Splinter lifting a finger, telling you to behave. For the sake of Donnie.
āWhat?!ā, Stockman questioned, not believing what Bishop had said.
āThen, it works?ā, Splinter asked, watching as the test subject turned human again.
āDoctor, prepare an airborne version of the cure for the New York outbreak. As well as a sample for Donatelloā, Bishop said, turning directly towards you and Splinter. āIf his brothers fulfill their side of the agreementā.
āDonāt worry, Bishopā, you said, engaging in a stare down with the agent. āThey willā.
āBrave of you to trust the life of your sweetheart with his brothersā, Bishop said. āOr maybe even foolishā.
āWe trust themā, was the last thing you got to say, before there was news on a returning base helicopter. You sighed a breath of relief. They were back.
You went up to the main entrance, meeting the brothers as they came in. Bishop did not greet them, instead demanding that they handed over the item he was wanting. They looked to Master Splinter, waiting for his confirmation, before Mikey handed the stone over. The moment the stone was in Bishopās hand, the alarm sounded, red lights shining all over the base.
āBase destruct sequence initiatedā, sounded the alarm over your heads, making your ears ring.
āThis base has been compromised by your presenceā, Bishop said. āYou have 15 minutes to collect your brother, and vacate the premisesā. Then Bishop turned, smiling over his shoulder before he left. āPleasure doing business with youā. You felt your fist clench.
It took you less than a minute to find Leatherhead. He was already working the cure on Donnie, leaving you all anxious in anticipation. Fog built up inside the machine, before the door finally opened, letting out a dazed and confused Donnie, rubbing his eyes as he took in his surroundings.
āHey, guysā, he said tiredly. āWhatās up?ā
āDonnie!ā, you yelled, running to him, throwing your arms around him before bringing him into a thigh hug. He wobbled slightly, leaning his weight on you as he found his footing.
āHey, babeā, he smiled, still a little confused. āWhatās going on? Where are we?ā
āThatās a story for a different timeā, Leo said. āNow we gotta go before this place blows up!ā
He didnāt have to say that twice. Quickly you all ran outside, finding the chopper before taking off. You just managed to get up high enough, before the base blew up, sending red, orange and yellow light across the sky.
You all breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have Donnie back, safe and sound.
āWelcome back, my sonā, Splinter said, taking a hold of Donnieās hand.
āThanks Senseiā, he smiled, still a little tired. āBut I hope you guys didnāt go through too much trouble for meā.
The reaction on everybodyās faces spoke volumes. None of you had the guts to tell him, and neither should you.
You took Donnieās hand in yours, smiling at him. āFor you, nothingās too much troubleā, you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Donnie blushed slightly, not sure how to react in front of his family. But in all honesty, it did not matter much to him at the moment. He was just happy to be back to normal, feeling your hand in his once more.
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