"Promises Made, Promises Broken"

Information:
This is the first sequel to my fanfiction Competition Over the Visitor. If you haven't read that, this story will probably not make much sense. It is set a little over a year after that story ended, and just before the TMNT 2007 movie. There will be tie-ins (and spoilers) to that movie, so if you're a TMNT fan worth your salt, you'll go see it if you haven't yet! Rawr! Go!
Also, due to hinting at the movie, that would probably make this sequel and the next a slight AU (alternate universe) story, because Alex will be included and react to events leading up to the movie and after it.

Disclaimer & Warnings:
I do not own the Turtles, as much as I would love to.
Romantic pairings include 'turtlecest': OCxDonnie; LeoxRaph.
Currently rated M for language (thank Raph & Donnie for that) and innuendo.

Chapter One

Donatello was furious.

He was hunched over in his bed, trying to pry a circuit loose from a motherboard. Forgoing sleep, he'd spent two hours poking and prodding the stubborn machinery, and it still wouldn't budge. He'd graduated to larger and stronger tools but it wasn't helping.

He twisted the small screwdriver, nearly biting his tongue between his teeth as he carefully pried at the side.

Nothing.

"Argh!" he hissed, wishing he was in his soundproof lab so he could scream. He didn't figure his brothers would like to be woken by his frustrated yells. He flew off his bed and paced around the room, rubbing the back of his neck.

Light shone under the crack of the door, and he paused, frowning. He hadn't heard anyone get up- although they could all be stealthy when they wanted.

Throwing the circuitry a look of pure unadulterated hate, he decided to investigate. It would be a better use of his time, anyhow.

He slowly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, his frown deepening. The door to his lab was open, and its main lights had been put on.

Swiftly he padded down the stairs, his anger taking a new direction. Although the lair technically belonged to everyone in the family, they knew Donnie's lab was basically restricted. Except for Raph- Donnie never minded him rummaging through his tools or spare parts bins, because Raphael would always return what he borrowed, or leave a note telling him what he'd taken.

He crept to the door, hearing movement inside. The sounds were soft, quiet; whoever it was, was trying to be cautious. It was probably Mikey stealing more of his stuff for his pranks. Donnie's temper flared at the thought, and he stepped around the corner into the doorway.

Seconds later he ducked as Alex threw a punch at him, giving a squeak of surprise.

"Precious?" He laughed, rubbing his neck again. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming 'til in the morning. Well, later this morning."

"Donnie," she said, clutching her chest and breathing heavily, "how many times do I have to tell you to not sneak up on me?"

"I didn't know it was you," he said, amused. "I thought Mikey was going through my things again."

"Oh." She rolled her eyes at him even as she returned his smile. "I guess I could understand that."

He pulled her into a tight, warm hug. "I'm so glad you're here, but you're quite early."

"Yeah," she said, looking away. "I couldn't sleep."

"You okay?" he asked, his frown returning.

"Yeah. I just… wanted to come home. And clean something." She paused, looking up at him. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I am still wrestling with that motherboard I told you about yesterday. I saw the light and came down." He tilted his head as he watched her grab the broom nearby and begin sweeping the floor viciously. "I'll assume that means you don't want to go to bed."

She chuckled, giving him an apologetic smile. "Not right now, honey."

He sat at his computer desk, resting his elbows on it and putting his chin in his hands. "What's wrong, precious? Did you finish your display at the art gallery?"

"No," she sighed angrily. "I had to leave before I could finish setting it up."

"I assume that's why you're sweeping the floor and not letting me sweep you off your feet," he said, trying to make her laugh, but she just gave him another half-hearted smile.

"Yes… I got cornered by June and her stupid little friends again today while I was working."

Donnie scowled, his eyes flashing. June owned the art gallery that was a few blocks away from Lexi's apartment. Lexi had eventually introduced Donnie to June and her two workers, since she wanted Donnie to be able to help set up her art displays occasionally. They'd been through the normal freaking-out period and were permanently stuck in the denial phase of meeting him. After June had gotten over her initial fear, she was still horrified that Alex not only knew him, but was dating him.

There'd been a few arguments, but June quieted down whenever Alex would threaten to leave the gallery. Her paintings were becoming a major draw for the gallery, and June was desperate to not lose the business.

"So what did that ray of sunshine say?" Donnie nearly growled, clenching his hands into fists.

"Well, you know how our relationship is apparently the only topic worthy of conversation between those three," Alex said in disgust.

"Yes. Continue."

"Debbie comes in, babbling about how much she loves Valentine's Day and goes on and on about how her husband brought her breakfast in bed that morning." Alex snorted. "He'd gotten the date wrong. Her husband isn't worth the oxygen he uses, but at least he did something nice for once."

"I remember that," Donnie said dryly.

"So then June pipes up…" Alex sighed as she bent under his desk, shoving his feet out of the way with the broom. "She says how relationships reach a point where you need to either break up or get married. Who knows how she jumped to that from Debbie's husband, but she did."

"That's… odd," Donnie said, still frowning.

"That's what I thought, although I suppose its true enough."

Donnie made a non-committal noise, watching her intently.

"Anyway, she goes on about this for a few moments until she has the audacity to ask me that I wouldn't seriously consider marrying you, would I? And how she only has my best interests at heart."

"Oh, of course," Donnie spat, his eyes narrowed.

"So then Amanda decides to throw in her two cents. Guess what she says?" Alex turned to him, her face mirroring his anger.

"That airhead? What did she say?"

"She tells me that I should delay getting married as long as possible." Alex shook her head.

"What? Why?"

"Because she says all the magic and romance is gone as soon as you're married."

They blinked at each other, sharing a confused glance.

"I told her that was stupid, but she insisted it was true," Alex continued. "Although considering she's been married five times before she's 50, I take any 'advice' she gives with a bucket of salt. Does that make any sense to you?"

"No," Donnie said slowly, frowning. "But I can see where she's coming from. Just look at TV. Everyone who's married complains they never have sex anymore; men and women."

"Th- that's true," Alex said, leaning on the broom. "But I thought the whole point of getting married was more of a societal thing- showing everyone how much you're devoted to your partner, and that you're unavailable to anyone else."

"Agreed," Donnie said, shifting nervously in his seat.

"Anyway," Alex's eyes snapped back to his, "I stupidly let my mouth go and June found out that we hadn't talked about marriage. She was advising me to not when I got so mad I threw my unhung paintings in the hall closet and stormed back to my apartment. But I was so upset I couldn't sleep, so I finally gave up and came home." She shook her head again, angrily this time. "I wish they'd leave us the fuck alone. I'm perfectly happy!"

"I know, precious," Donnie said quietly, getting up and moving to stand beside her. "But you have to understand not everyone is going to love me as much as you do." His eyes crinkled in an adoring smile.

"I know," she sighed. "They don't have to love you. Just leave us be. But oh no; they have to pick apart my life like it's their hobby."

"They're unhappy, bitter women," Donnie replied. "I think you should move to another gallery, though."

"I think you're right."

"Lexi…" Donnie cleared his throat. "I was going to bring th- that subject up today."

"Oh honey," Alex laughed, putting a hand on his arm, "I wasn't trying to imply we should. It just made me upset because they were rubbing their dirty noses in our business."

"I know, but I was planning on asking you one thing. Or, rather, telling you."

"Really?" She smiled at his nervousness, squeezing his arm reassuringly even as her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest.

He took a deep breath before replying, gazing honestly into her emerald eyes. "You know I love you devotedly, precious. But if we were ever to think of marriage, well…" His eyes wandered from her face, then forced himself to look back. "I love my family just as much. And they need me. I won't leave them, or the lair."

"Oh Donnie," she said, relaxing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You are so adorable. I would never ask you to leave them. Besides, they're my family too. I'd much rather live here." She laughed softly. "I do on the weekends, anyway!"

Donnie breathed a sigh of relief as he kissed her forehead. "Thank you, precious. I just wanted to tell you that."

"You worry too much," she replied, kissing his cheek.

"So everyone tells me."

Her eyes slid to the side, a sly smile on her face. "When are you going to tell me what you're working on behind that door?"

"Tuesday," he smiled back.

"Really?" She squealed happily, slipping through his arms and running over to touch the door. "You've been hiding something in there for months!"

"Yes," he chuckled, happy at her excitement. "It's part of your Valentine's Day present."

"I can't wait! Show me now!" she whined, but he shook his head.

"No, precious. And no, pouting won't help." He laughed again as he picked her up in his arms, carrying her away from the door. "Do you feel better now?"

"I'd feel even better if you'd give me my present," she grinned.

"Tell you what; I'll take you upstairs and give you one present early," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her head suggestively.

"Oh, please," she begged. "You'll have to work extra hard to make me forget about the door."

"Not a problem," he promised, his eyes gleaming with desire.


[Author's Note]
So awesome to write the words "Chapter One" again. :3