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"Can Raphael impregnate me?"
Years of dealing with his brothers and their inane questions helped Donnie keep his composure. Internally he was choking. He looked up from the microscope slowly, eyes quirked at the girl. "Do you want Raphael to impregnate you?" If she was going to distract him by playing Things Donatello would rather not think about, he was going to throw it right back at her.
Problem was, Wren didn't seem to be catching the hint. In fact, she was sitting there, actually contemplating the question.
"Do I have to have this discussion about the fact that we're reptiles and you're human? Different phyllums generally can--"
"--Yes and usually different Phyllums aren't attracted to each other," she countered, bringing her intrigue level up by a couple points in Donnie's book. Now that she had the turtle's attention, she peered into the brown eyes, leaning in closer. "Donnie, I need to know."
"You're asking the wrong question," he responded with a sigh, pulling away from the microscope. "The better question would be, 'Can repeated exposure to mutant DNA alter my own DNA to the point where fertilization can occur'?"
Wren rolled her eyes. "Okay, have it your way. Is it possible that in the future, Raphael can potentially impregnate me?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know."
"That's correct. The theory has never presented itself, nor has there ever been an issue."
Wren waved her arms a bit and gestured to herself. "Hello? My name's now Theory, okay?"
Donnie smirked for the briefest of moments. If he was going to get entangled in this, he might as well go all in. "Very well, Miss Theory...Why are you concerned about this now?"
"Because my prescription of birth control pills never met up with my forwarding address," Wren answered with a huff, almost shooting daggers at the younger brother. "And... April reminded me it was a possibility."
"You were on the Pill before?"
She was quiet on that, staring at him as he pushed himself on his rolling stool to his computer.
"If you're going to confide in me as the family doctor, Wren..."
He had a point. It wasn't as if she could go to anyone else. "Yes. He's not the first partner I had and with the sport I'm in, it can mess up being regular."
"So it was for cycle control as well as the traditional usage."
"Yes."
Don was silent for a few minutes as his fingers flew over the keys and Wren was silent with him, waiting for an explanation. Donnie sat back in his seat and looked up. "April can take you up to the local pharmesist for your script. As for the potential of it being possible, I still couldn't tell you. We have mutants like Ice Cream Kitty and there was once a mutant car that mutated the people who drove it..." His voice faded off at the memory but then he shook out of it. "But then again, those were fresh mutations. We've been mutated turtles for nearly two decades. I don't know if that will affect any outcome."
"April and Casey aren't mutants, and they're around you guys all the time."
Donnie held up a finger. "Ah, but Ap--well. They are, but not intimately."
Wren caught that the turtle was going to say something about April and chose to ignore it for the current problem at hand. "Yes. They aren't exposed to turtle jizz, are they?"
If she was going for shock factor, she got it. Donnie cleared his throat and tried to give his most disapproving glare at her while his coloring darkened. "We should call it by it's proper name. Semen."
Wren grinned. "Baby batter?"
"Wren."
"Okay, okay! Seeeeeeemen." She drawled the word out and made Donnie flush all the more. "So it might be possible that the little navy guys are working to take over the motherland but it's not certain if the crew has the umph to do it."
Brown eyes deadpanned before her. "You're as bad as Mikey with this. You know that, right?"
"I like the colorful descriptions." She winked at him and his eyes popped open. Was she flirting? Was it just her bubbly, friendly nature? "So. Probably the best thing to do would be to monitor my DNA, then."
"Yes. Would you allow me to do that?"
"Of course. We both benefit from it, right?"
Donnie smiled, this time it was genuine as he prepared a syringe. "More your benefit than ours. I'll just satisfy a curious notion on my part." Wren grew quiet as she let the turtle work. She didn't even flinch when the needle sank in. She was more in tune with what was said and how sad Donnie sounded. He didn't even look up until the sample of blood was in a proper vial to spin down. "There. The first part is done." Next he handed her a plastic cup.
"What's this for?"
"A urine sample."
"Huh?"
Donnie's eyes glimmered with a quiet humor as he explained it to her. "Pee in the cup and then I'm going to pour it over a frog to see what happens."
"Oh! EWW!" Wren stuck her tongue out at the tall turtle and then in the next heart beat was hugging him. "Thank you."
The embrace startled him a bit, but eventually he found his large hands gently squeezing her back. "We'll all do our best to keep you safe, Wren, in whatever capacity that may be."
"I know." She then did another unexpected thing; her cheek brushed up against his, then slid down. It was all so soft and gentle that it seemed more intimate than a kiss. At least Donnie thought so and darkened even more. She murmured something but he didn't quite understand it. When Wren pulled back, he looked away, not knowing how to deal with the close and friendly action.
"I still need that sample, though."
"Oh. Alright." Wren hummed a simple tune as she walked out of the lab, bouncing up to peck a kiss on Raph's cheek. "Hi, Hot Shot."
"Hey, babe. What are you up to?"
"Donnie wants to play with my pee." She said it in such an carefree and casual tone that the actual words bypassed Raphael briefly. Donnie heard what she said, though, and immediately went to work on his microscope again. "He needs a sample."
"Oh, I see--wait, what?" But Wren didn't wait to see how her zinger was received. The look on Raph's face would have had her rolling in the hall. "Why does he... ? Your pee?!"
"Uh huh! He wants to know if I can make some tadpoles!" By then she was around the corner and no longer able to carry the conversation.
For a moment, Raphael really wondered if he'd been talking to Wren or to Mikey. He looked into Donnie's lab. "What the hell is she talkin' about?"
"For heaven's sake, Raphael, she's your girlfriend!" Donnie looked up as if he hadn't listened into the conversation. "I can barely understand Michelangelo sometimes and now you want me to translate what the love of your life is trying to tell you?"
"Uh, no!" Thinking he had made a HUGE mistake in the relationship department, Raph backed off and puffed up in defense. "I can understand her! We have really deep discussions that hold.. meaning. And shit."
"Please do not tell me how deep those discussions go."
"I ain't! They're private."
Donnatello was laughing internally as he groused at his elder brother. "Good. Keep them that way."
"I will, then!" Raph huffed off, trying to figure out if he should understand Wren impicintly or if this was a sign that he was a horrible boyfriend and couldn't understand her.
Years of dealing with his brothers and their inane questions helped Donnie keep his composure. Internally he was choking. He looked up from the microscope slowly, eyes quirked at the girl. "Do you want Raphael to impregnate you?" If she was going to distract him by playing Things Donatello would rather not think about, he was going to throw it right back at her.
Problem was, Wren didn't seem to be catching the hint. In fact, she was sitting there, actually contemplating the question.
"Do I have to have this discussion about the fact that we're reptiles and you're human? Different phyllums generally can--"
"--Yes and usually different Phyllums aren't attracted to each other," she countered, bringing her intrigue level up by a couple points in Donnie's book. Now that she had the turtle's attention, she peered into the brown eyes, leaning in closer. "Donnie, I need to know."
"You're asking the wrong question," he responded with a sigh, pulling away from the microscope. "The better question would be, 'Can repeated exposure to mutant DNA alter my own DNA to the point where fertilization can occur'?"
Wren rolled her eyes. "Okay, have it your way. Is it possible that in the future, Raphael can potentially impregnate me?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know."
"That's correct. The theory has never presented itself, nor has there ever been an issue."
Wren waved her arms a bit and gestured to herself. "Hello? My name's now Theory, okay?"
Donnie smirked for the briefest of moments. If he was going to get entangled in this, he might as well go all in. "Very well, Miss Theory...Why are you concerned about this now?"
"Because my prescription of birth control pills never met up with my forwarding address," Wren answered with a huff, almost shooting daggers at the younger brother. "And... April reminded me it was a possibility."
"You were on the Pill before?"
She was quiet on that, staring at him as he pushed himself on his rolling stool to his computer.
"If you're going to confide in me as the family doctor, Wren..."
He had a point. It wasn't as if she could go to anyone else. "Yes. He's not the first partner I had and with the sport I'm in, it can mess up being regular."
"So it was for cycle control as well as the traditional usage."
"Yes."
Don was silent for a few minutes as his fingers flew over the keys and Wren was silent with him, waiting for an explanation. Donnie sat back in his seat and looked up. "April can take you up to the local pharmesist for your script. As for the potential of it being possible, I still couldn't tell you. We have mutants like Ice Cream Kitty and there was once a mutant car that mutated the people who drove it..." His voice faded off at the memory but then he shook out of it. "But then again, those were fresh mutations. We've been mutated turtles for nearly two decades. I don't know if that will affect any outcome."
"April and Casey aren't mutants, and they're around you guys all the time."
Donnie held up a finger. "Ah, but Ap--well. They are, but not intimately."
Wren caught that the turtle was going to say something about April and chose to ignore it for the current problem at hand. "Yes. They aren't exposed to turtle jizz, are they?"
If she was going for shock factor, she got it. Donnie cleared his throat and tried to give his most disapproving glare at her while his coloring darkened. "We should call it by it's proper name. Semen."
Wren grinned. "Baby batter?"
"Wren."
"Okay, okay! Seeeeeeemen." She drawled the word out and made Donnie flush all the more. "So it might be possible that the little navy guys are working to take over the motherland but it's not certain if the crew has the umph to do it."
Brown eyes deadpanned before her. "You're as bad as Mikey with this. You know that, right?"
"I like the colorful descriptions." She winked at him and his eyes popped open. Was she flirting? Was it just her bubbly, friendly nature? "So. Probably the best thing to do would be to monitor my DNA, then."
"Yes. Would you allow me to do that?"
"Of course. We both benefit from it, right?"
Donnie smiled, this time it was genuine as he prepared a syringe. "More your benefit than ours. I'll just satisfy a curious notion on my part." Wren grew quiet as she let the turtle work. She didn't even flinch when the needle sank in. She was more in tune with what was said and how sad Donnie sounded. He didn't even look up until the sample of blood was in a proper vial to spin down. "There. The first part is done." Next he handed her a plastic cup.
"What's this for?"
"A urine sample."
"Huh?"
Donnie's eyes glimmered with a quiet humor as he explained it to her. "Pee in the cup and then I'm going to pour it over a frog to see what happens."
"Oh! EWW!" Wren stuck her tongue out at the tall turtle and then in the next heart beat was hugging him. "Thank you."
The embrace startled him a bit, but eventually he found his large hands gently squeezing her back. "We'll all do our best to keep you safe, Wren, in whatever capacity that may be."
"I know." She then did another unexpected thing; her cheek brushed up against his, then slid down. It was all so soft and gentle that it seemed more intimate than a kiss. At least Donnie thought so and darkened even more. She murmured something but he didn't quite understand it. When Wren pulled back, he looked away, not knowing how to deal with the close and friendly action.
"I still need that sample, though."
"Oh. Alright." Wren hummed a simple tune as she walked out of the lab, bouncing up to peck a kiss on Raph's cheek. "Hi, Hot Shot."
"Hey, babe. What are you up to?"
"Donnie wants to play with my pee." She said it in such an carefree and casual tone that the actual words bypassed Raphael briefly. Donnie heard what she said, though, and immediately went to work on his microscope again. "He needs a sample."
"Oh, I see--wait, what?" But Wren didn't wait to see how her zinger was received. The look on Raph's face would have had her rolling in the hall. "Why does he... ? Your pee?!"
"Uh huh! He wants to know if I can make some tadpoles!" By then she was around the corner and no longer able to carry the conversation.
For a moment, Raphael really wondered if he'd been talking to Wren or to Mikey. He looked into Donnie's lab. "What the hell is she talkin' about?"
"For heaven's sake, Raphael, she's your girlfriend!" Donnie looked up as if he hadn't listened into the conversation. "I can barely understand Michelangelo sometimes and now you want me to translate what the love of your life is trying to tell you?"
"Uh, no!" Thinking he had made a HUGE mistake in the relationship department, Raph backed off and puffed up in defense. "I can understand her! We have really deep discussions that hold.. meaning. And shit."
"Please do not tell me how deep those discussions go."
"I ain't! They're private."
Donnatello was laughing internally as he groused at his elder brother. "Good. Keep them that way."
"I will, then!" Raph huffed off, trying to figure out if he should understand Wren impicintly or if this was a sign that he was a horrible boyfriend and couldn't understand her.