A/N: First, I would like to say Grr at this site. I have been trying for at least an hour to post the conclusion of Yuku Sue Unmei to no avail. In fact, NOTHING seems to be uploading. So while I am finished with Yuku, I am unable to post it. Sorry folks!
In the meantime, here is the next fic from me. I thought after Total Recall and Yuku (which, you'll need the tissues for), I should post something upbeat (as the next couple of fics will be intense) and funny. This fic is greatly inspired and based on the movie "The Hangover",which is seriously funny if you haven't seen it. If like my wonderful, unofficial beta Rhoda J, are too young to see it (rated R here in the states), the summary is up at Wikipedia.
This is the indirect sequel to Yuku Sue Unmei (which if it ever gets posted) Why is this the indirect sequel to Yuku? Because some of the characters mentioned (or whom you've met) will show up here; this isn't a direct sequel (though I do have one in mind), but there are some aspects that are related. So, while this can stand alone, probably helpful in some areas to read Yuku. BTW, still got the poll up that no one has voted in :(.. is still up, so if you'd like to vote on what's after this fic, you can. Please?
How the hell did you manage that?
A lot of things can happen in the span of a second, a minute, an hour, or even a day. Some things can be good, extraordinary, and quite pleasantly unexpected.
"We're all going to die."
Or you could be having the kind of day we are.
So, here I am, in the middle of a swampy part of this planet of evil, this horrid little planet of evil and torture and…evil…hoping that if there truly is a God, my call will go unanswered.
Right. Well, on to plan B then. "Hey April. It's me."
"Oh my God!" she screams, literally screams. "Donnie! Where have you been!? We've been trying to call you for hours now!" I try to smile apologetically and then realize my mistake. "Oh my God, are you missing a tooth!?"
Of course I've forgotten that I made turning off the video screen an option on the shell cells, so instead of trying to convey how very, very calm and under control I was, April O'Neil-Jones could easily tell that wasn't the case.
"You noticed that, too?"
"Donnie, what the hell is going on?" she asks. "Where are you guys? The wedding starts in like five hours!"
And I could see that, for behind her was the reception that we would probably be missing, as well…there really was no way to explain just how badly we were going to mess things up and how, unfortunately, we would probably be missing this wedding.
"Yeah," I chuckled. "About that…um…"
I'm not sure how I'm going to tell her or if I should. Maybe I should just make something up, say everything's fine and five hours is plenty of time…but it is April and I am a horrible liar. I almost wish I had never installed video screens on our cells.
"We've…really fucked up."
I know that comes as a surprise to her. Not that we've done something dumb, she's used to that, but the fact that I've swore and I never – hardly ever – swear.
"We've…kinda lost Mikey."
"I'm sorry. What?"
"We've lost Mikey."
"How the hell…?" And I knew I was in for a very long lecture. I had known before hand, that I and Leo were to be the ones that could handle the situation. That's what we did – Leo handled Mikey, I handled Raph – that had been the same scenario for as long as I've been a turtle.
And I'm sure you're asking, 'just how did you manage to lose your little brother?'
I wish I could tell you…