Turtlefreak121: Hello, I'm TF121 and you're reading my first Donny-centric fic. But that's cool - I mean, it's cool with me. This is going to be interesting for me and hopefully you - oh! If you'd prefer to have seriousness run supreme in this fiction as you read it, ignore these notes that both head and...foot my chapters. (shrugs) I wouldn't, but that's me!

My Immortal I

Chapter One

By Turtlefreak121

Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.

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"Wonderful..." Don groaned to himself. "The sewers are backed up!"

Hugging the large amount of gadgets and collected materials that he had obtained at the dump, Don began to climb back through the manhole he had descended from. He stopped twice to shift the items in a more comfortable position although each time he did so the pouring rain would cause the items to slip into yet another position that was uncomfortable. This caused a delay in his ascension although he had only climbed down halfway to begin with.

Water dripping from his beak and flowing over his hands as he gripped each slippery metal step of the manhole ladder, Don finally reached the surface once again and was able to pull himself out.

Growling despite himself, Don shook the collected puddles from his overcoat's shoulders. Thankful he had thought to bring his overcoat and hat, he began to walk down the nearly vacant streets of the usually busy city.

"A rainy, cold, windy night in the Big Apple, and you picked tonight to be the lone turtle..." he grumbled. Sighing, he reasoned it would be just a short walk to the antique store and from there he could take the wet-free tunnel residing in April's basement. Perfectly quick. Perfectly safe.

Two blocks from April's store, a woman came bustling by. Her black rimmed hat was collecting water in its indent and her overcoat flew behind her as she arched over what looked like a yellowed, chipped roll of paper.

As she ran past Don, she caught a glimpse of an almost unavoidable puddle of water before her. To avoid splashing the paper, she swerved to her right - and straight into Don.

Surprised, Don stumbled to his left, following the pull of the momentum.

"Whoa!" he yelled in shock before coming to a stop.

The woman quit running and turned back. "I am so sorry, I'm--" she looked to her wrist where a plastic Wal-Mart bought wristwatch glared back at her. She pulled down her hat and nearly screamed. "I'm late! Oh, the museum's going to close--"

In bewilderment, Don watched as she plunged through the drowning rain. Shaking his head, he started once more towards his destination when he heard an ear-deafening scream from the woman.

Quickly turning back, he looked in shock as he saw the woman fighting with a thuggish man who had apparently emerged from the alley.

Giving a low, sickening growl-like laugh, the thug pulled as hard as he could on the roll of paper.

"NO!" the woman shrieked as she tugged as hard as she could on the paper. "This artifact must get to the Museum of Natural History tonight!"

"It can wait," the thug growled as he pulled so hard on it that it pulled the woman forward and into his clutches. He then curved his arm around her waists and began to pick her up.

Screaming, the woman began kicking and hitting her abductor as he lifted her off the ground and pulled her over his shoulder and began to bring her into the darkness of the alley. He ignored her struggling form - as if he didn't even feel her hits.

His eyes narrowing, Don ran towards the alley and slid to a halt at its mouth just as the thug threw the woman into the corner where her emerald eyes glistened with fear as the man pulled off her hat - revealing her bright red hair, cut short.

"HEY!" Don called to the man as he picked up a thrown away pipe from the alley's ground. "Pick on someone your own size!" he yelled the cliché.

The nearly six-foot man turned back - showing off his large, muscle-bound build. He smirked and showed his yellow teeth.

"I'm hoping ya mean you, Bub!" he laughed.

Don blinked, but he quickly overcame the shock and remembered that this was just some dude that must've had one-too many tonight and needed a lesson in manners.

Thinking of the best way to avoid actually hurting anyone, Don tipped his hat up to reveal his green skinned, purple-masked face. This guy looked like a mugger, so there was a chance that he had heard of Don and his brothers.

The thug's face slowly changed from cocky to a look of plain horror. Perhaps this had worked out for the best after all!

No luck, the thug bent over and picked up the woman and held her in front of him like a shield. She looked at Don in horror - she mouthed 'help me', but didn't dare say a word.

Don nodded to her, hopefully to comfort her. He then crossed his arms and looked at the thug disapprovingly.

"Using an innocent woman as a human shield? Now that's just cowardly - I don't like cowards," Don said warningly to the man.

He watched the thug shiver. "Okay! Okay!" he exclaimed as he slowly put the woman down. "Just don't do any of that ninja-stuff that ya guys did with Ernie!" he pleaded.

Don blinked in surprise. "Uh...yeah... I mean - Fine! Just get out of here! It's raining for the sake of Pete! You could...uh... Get a cold!"

Not staying for much of Don's highly unprepared speech, the man took off like a herd of cattle out of the alley and making Don turn to see him off.

"That's right! Scram!" Don yelled after him.

Looking back into the alley, Don ran over to the red-head that was pushing herself up as her knees shook shaking beneath her. She looked hurt.

"Are you alright?" Don asked in concern.

"I'm fine...thanks to you," she stated before looking up at him.

They looked at each other for a moment before Don pulled down his hat.

"Do you need some help up?" he asked before reaching his hand out to her.

"Yes...thanks..." she stated as she put her hand in his and allowed Don to pull her up.

Once standing, the woman reached out her hand to Don. "My name is Sara, Sara Jones," she stated with a smile.

"Uh...Donatello - Hamato Donatello," he stated as he shook hands with her. He then scratched the back of his head. "Uh...you wouldn't happen to be related to a...Casey, would you?"

She blinked before smiling politely. "If it's cause I'm a Jones, you might want to remember it's a pretty popular name - next to Smith it's the most common in the world."

"Sorry..." Don stated.

"Trust me, no offense taken!" she laughed. She then looked down to her watch and closed her eyes before giving an unpleased groan. "Wonderful...nice one, Sara - get fired from your dream job..."

She slowly walked over to her roll of parchment and swiped some water off it.

"Where do you work...?” Don stated as he hid his face further under his hat.

"The Museum of Natural History," Sara sighed before looking at the paper. "Not for long..."

"C'mon," Don stated as he extended his hand to her. "I know a short-cut - it's my favorite place in the world..."

Sara turned and looked at Don's hand. She walked over and held it in both of her hands - taking her left hand and slowly tracing over each of its grooves. She then looked at his face.

She smiled. "Alright...I'll trust you on this one..."

Not being able to help but to smile, Don turned from her and began to scale a fire escape. "Uh...you can jump pretty good, right?"

"When needed, why?"

"Uh...it's needed..."

Sara blinked and then looked down to her paper. She nodded. "Alright..."

She followed him and they began to scale the fire escape.

"Uh...careful..." Don muttered. "It's uh...slippery..."

Sara nodded before continuing her climb. "We have to get there before twelve tonight - else the curator will have my hid displayed in the Egyptian exhibit!" she said as seriously as she was joking.

Don looked at her sympathetically. "This route takes only a few minutes, but it requires some...acrobatics..."

Sara shrugged. "I took gymnastics in high school if that counts for anything..."

Upon reaching the end of the building, Don stopped and turned he looked to see if Sara had taken enough gymnastics. By her dropping jaw and widened eyes, he supposed not.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Don asked - again, he was forced to burry his face in the shadows of his hat to conceal his blushing.

"I--"

Before Sara could debate, Don swooped her up into his arms and she let out a surprised yell. She looked at him expectantly, but she softened up and smiled. She threw her arms around his neck and nodded.

"If this parchment falls, I'm blaming the..." she stopped. “Err... What are you exactly?"

"Turtle," Don stated.

"Oh, that's coo-- WHOA!"

Suddenly, Sara found herself being pounded by a strong current of wind - the alley below her and her new friend. She hugged his neck tighter and her eyes widened and she could have sworn that for a minute, they were suspended in the air.

Don landed. "Still have your paper?" he asked.

"What?" Sara asked 'out of it'. She shook her head as Don let her down. "Yes...yes, it's right here - and it's not just a paper!" she defended as she waved the yellowed roll of parchment in front of him. "This document is an artifact over two thousand years old from the tombs of King Narscies in Egypt!" she exclaimed with pride.

The two began walking through the rain once more; this building was a bit larger than the last.

"Wow..." Don stated - he knew little of Egyptology, but he had once been interested in King Tut when his exhibit had come to this very museum. "That must have been very expensive, say?"

Sara smirked. "Well, it will be for the museum," she stated as she looked down to the papyrus.

Don blinked. "You're charging more than you got?" he asked a little unsure if this was the same polite girl he had just rescued.

"Well, I didn't pay for it..." she laughed.

"Wait...you're an archeologist?" he asked in shock.

Sara nodded. "Not famous, not rich - but I do well for what I do..."

Don held the palm of his hand to his forehead. "Oh... Wow!"

"What?" Sara asked.

"I'm standing next to an actual ancient historian - you must get to go all over the world, see all sorts of different people, and get on so many adventures..." Don stated with a smile. "I bet your life is...amazing!"

Rolling her eyes, Sara couldn't help but laugh. "You're cute, Don - but it's not like all of us archeologists are like Indiana Jones!" she laughed. "Contrary, most of us don't even know how to use a whip..."

Looking over to her left, Sara smiled. "I see it!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Don! You were right! I see the museum!"

"Well...I said I'd get you there," Don smirked.

Smiling, Sara looked to him. "I think you'll have to carry me over these roofs again..." she stated calmly.

Gulping, Don nodded. "Uh...yeah...probably..."

He hoisted her up and looked to her smiling face before looking forward to the crevice between buildings before taking a run at it.

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"Ah, Miss Jones, it's been a pleasure as always!" the curator stated as he shook Sara's hand. "And look at just how ancient this artifact must be! These stains, the cracks in the papyrus - definitely not in condition for the one hundred grand you asked, but the fact that it's actually in one whole piece this time makes it worth at least twenty-five, don't you think so?"

Sara's face went from a widened grin to a face of disappointment. "But, Mr. Daniels, I spent four months on that excavation!" she argued. "Fifty thousand at the least!"

Don looked from Sara to the curator - he thought all this money being waved around was going to make him sick. But he felt some sympathy for Sara, he knew how much that papyrus parchment and its owner had been through.

"Miss Jones, not again!" the curator groaned. "You have donated many wonderful artifacts to this museum but you have yet to act civilized by the reasonable amounts of money we give you for them."

The red-head had a glare of anger in her emerald eyes. She put a hand on her hip and looked ready to pout.

"Now, I'll give you twenty-five - no more!"

Closing her eyes so that she could roll them, Sara held out her hand. "Twenty-five..." she grumbled as they shook.

"That's a good girl," the curator laughed before gently sliding the parchment out from under Sara's arms. "Have a safe trip home, Miss Jones..."

Rolling her eyes in the open, Sara turned on her heels in utter defeat. She looked to Don who walked with her once she walked past him. She looked to him sorrowfully. "Sorry you had to see that, Don..." she apologized.

Don shrugged. "It's fine..."

"But still..."

"Don't worry about it, Sara," Don stated with a smirk. "Now...you...uh...want me to walk you home?" he asked as he held out his elbow to her.

Sara smiled. "Sure thing..." she said as she took his arm and looped hers through his. “Now that you know all about me, anything I should be warned about you? Ugh...besides you're a mutant turtle?"

Don rubbed the back of his neck. "Well...I have three brothers - we're all mutant turtles - and our dad's a...uh...rat..."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mikey - one of my brothers - has a cat named Klunk. We're ninja and--"

Sara laughed. "This is unbelievable!" she stated.

Don smirked as he pushed the museum doors open. "Sort of..."

They looked around - rain had slowed. "So...uh... Where's your home?"

Sara pulled on Don's arms. "C'mon - I'll lead..."

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Turtlefreak121: Howdy! I gotta go - I've been robbed! Someone took two hundred dollars worth of stuff out of my locker! I've gotta go see if I can still catch the little bugger! (runs off)

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