*This fan-fic is actually number four in a continuing series. If you'd like to understand more of the history/and or back stories of the following characters, it would do you well to peruse some of my earlier work. Everything is tied together.

As always, I do not own the TMNT, but I have created a of series of OC's that almost feel like children to me, after all the time I've spent developing them over the course of three stories.

"Don? Donnie, c'mon, this ain't funny anymore."

Donatello heard his voice faintly, as if it were coming from very far away. Something cold splashed over his face, and he finally woke up further, blinking rapidly. "Mm...hey Mikey." He murmured softly.

"Do you know how long I've been trying to wake you up?" His younger brother demanded.

"Um...no, I don't, sorry."

"Almost ten minutes! What's the matter with you, huh? You scared me to death!"

"Sorry Mike." He repeated. "I must have been really tired."

"Tired?" Michelangelo said incredulously, having already noticed the epi-pen that was still loosely in Donatello's grip.

Faster than Donatello could blink, Mike yanked it out of his hand.

"Then what's this Donnie? What were you doing?"

"Nothing." He answered in a tone that implied anything but.

"Really, nothing? So if I just turned this thing on myself, it's not going to do anything to me?" He threatened.

"No Mike, you don't need to do that." Donatello said quickly, sitting up so fast that he actually got a little dizzy.

"That's what I thought. What is this stuff Donnie?"

"It's a short acting sedative, Doc and I have been working on it for about three months."

"Let me guess - this is the final stage run-through? I coulda sworn Doc put the smack-down on that about eight years ago."

"It's just a sedative Mike."

"It was just a sedative that got him into our lives to begin with, remember?" His brother proclaimed angrily.

"This is completely different." Donatello negated, sitting up slowly the rest of the way.

"You could have given us a heads up or something, at the very least. I just came in here to ask ya something, I wasn't expecting to find you passed out."

"Again...I'm sorry."

"Does Doc know you're still running your own trials?"

"He let me do it with him under supervision, a couple of weeks ago. It's actually been very successful, kicks in quickly, but then it only lasts about...twenty minutes or so."

"Then why are you doing this again?"

"'Cause you have to test this stuff more than once Mikey! Do me a favor, and get me that scanner over there on the desk."

Michelangelo picked up the medical reader, and handed it over to him.

"What are you checking?"

"I have to keep a good record of my vitals, and how they respond according to the drug. It was causing too much of a drop in blood pressure about a month ago, and now..." Donatello trailed off for a moment, as he studied the screen. "Now it seems a lot more stable. Not perfect, but it's in a pretty good place."

"Does that make it ready? To use on someone besides yourself I mean?" Mike asked sarcastically.

"I'll give it a couple more weeks of study I think, then we'll see where we're at."

"Please don't do it without Doc again."

"I won't Mike - promise."

When they left the Lab, they found Leonardo and Raphael in front of the TV, trying to decide on a channel.

"I'm going to get some lunch going Donnie, are you hungry?" Mike asked him as they entered the living area.

"I'm hungry." Raphael spoke up.

"I didn't ask you Raph, I know I never need to." Mike told him with a grin, and looked back at Donnie. "You want?"

"Yeah, sure Mikey, I could eat."

Michelangelo disappeared into the kitchen, and Donatello dropped into a chair across from his brothers.

"Hey Don, what have you been up to?" Leonardo asked.

"Little of this, little of that." He said a bit evasively, and glanced at the television to change the subject. "Are you settled on something yet?"

Leonardo had stopped on the local news. "Yeah, maybe they'll say something about the attempted break-in at that electronic store last night." He answered with a feisty smile.

"You just love to hear 'em toot our horn, don't ya Fearless." Raphael teased him.

"I think it's interesting to hear their side of it." Leonardo defended himself, but couldn't hold in a grin entirely.

"You love it, and you know it." Raphael countered, and then glanced over at Donatello. "Your shell is mine later today, don't forget."

"How could I forget? You reminded me three times yesterday." Donatello pointed out. "And I'm ready for you."

"I hope you can put your money where your mouth is, 'cause I'm in the mood for a challenge."

"I'll be more than happy to oblige you."

"Can you two save the trash talk for a couple minutes? I'm trying to hear this." Leonardo requested.

Raph glanced at the screen and shook his head. "This ain't even about our junk Leo." He interjected.

"I still wanna hear it."

Raphael and Donatello took a moment to listen, without really understanding what was going on.

"Who's that joker?" Raphael pointed at it after a couple of seconds.

"Guy's name is Cartier Morello, he's one bad dude. He's the head of one of the biggest underground crime rings in New York, and the NYPD almost caught up with him last night."

"Almost?" Raphael scoffed. "Too bad we weren't in on that action."

"It was really close Raph, there was a big gun battle and everything. They've got all these area hospitals on alert for sightings of some of them."

"Too bad the FBI wasn't in on it." Donatello said. "Kat woulda done finished it last night."

"There were some FBI there, it was a joint venture. But that woman can't be everywhere." Leonardo told him.

"It would be cool if she could, wouldn't it? Clone a few dozen of her, the underworld would never know what hit it." Donatello cracked.

"Why don't you get right on that genius?" Raphael suggested with a smile.

"Luke does pretty well, but I'm not sure that he could handle more than one of her." Leonardo said dryly.

Donatello glanced back at the screen again. "So they were that close, and now he's gone?"

"Apparently." Leonardo answered. "I guess you win some, you lose some."

"Shoot Donnie, why don't ya just take my whole head off next time?" Raphael complained to his younger brother, as he helped pull him upright.

"I'm sorry Raph, I can reign it in a bit." Donatello apologized.

"Forget about it genius, I'm just pulling your leg. That was a good move, where'd you pull that from?"

"Mike and I just messing around. That's where a lot of the new stuff ends up coming from."

"Well I'm gonna say that the spar goes to you."

"Why are you calling it so fast Raph? I seem to recall hitting the mat a couple of times myself."

"'Cause that last move just put you over the top, and you ought go get cleaned up before your wife gets home."

Donatello immediately glanced at his watch. "Oh wow, she'll be here soon. Thanks bro, I'm out."

By the time he got out to the living area, she was already in the doorway. Jenna was more dressed up than usual, something she literally only did she had a meeting with potential buyers. He met her a couple of steps inside the Den.

"Hi Jen, did you have a good day?"

"Mmhm." She answered, immediately leaned to his level so that she could kiss him. "Let me get out of these heels and the rest of this junk, and I'll be right back."

"You are already tall enough without them y'know." He teased her.

"It's not my fault that you're spatially challenged hon."

"You could just call me short, save yourself a few syllables."

"I'm trying not to discriminate." She cracked.

Jenna returned from upstairs a few minutes later, looking exceedingly more comfortable. She pulled black hair back off her forehead again as she dropped onto the couch beside Donatello.

"I get so tired of all the preening these labels make me do. They aren't even buying my look." Jenna said with the Australian lilt that Donatello never got tired of listening to.

"But they are buying your music." He reminded her, and she ducked her head slightly.

"Just a couple Donnie, I wouldn't quite call it a career yet."

"You're getting started Jen, and you're getting in the doors. Isn't that the most important thing?"

"They're going to review more of my material this time. Cross your fingers for me Donnie."

"I always do, though I hardly find it necessary. It's only a matter of time Jenna, the songs you write will be mainstream."

"You don't know that."

"If they love you half as much as I do, you're gonna make it big time Jen."

She batted light blue eyes at him a little coyly. "So what do you wanna do tonight?"

"I don't know," He answered a little slyly in return, pulling her closer to him on the couch. "What do you wanna do?"