Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Crack Me Up! Challenge: You Have A Tail?
Word Count: 533
Date Written: 27 August 2016
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She watches, from behind his shell, as he brings up lines of programming she doesn't even understand. She has no doubt that his genius brain will save the city again or that his brothers will buy him enough time to do what needs to be done. She wishes she could understand more about what he's doing, but there's no time.
He's supposed to be the shyest of the brothers, and he usually is, but his confidence shines through when he's dealing with machines. April watches him move confidently, his fingers flying as he types. Anybody else except for maybe Baxter Stockman would be at a loss to understand what he's doing now, but she can tell from the way he moves that he not only knows exactly what he's doing but he's sure it's going to work too.
She also tells easily, as his fingers slow, when his task is completed and he's confident the city is saved. He almost dances in step. His shell sways, and her eyes are drawn unexpectedly to something just below his shell. Her gaze narrows. She watches it carefully, and she sees it move again. Something is swaying just underneath the back of his shell.
She watches it move and wriggle, her grin growing, before stepping closer. "You have a tail?" she asks in a soft whisper and laughs as he jumps.
Donatello's skin turns a deeper, darker shade of green, and she knows he's blushing. His hands tuck instinctively behind his shell. "I . . . Huh . . . Yes. Most animals do have a form of a tail, April. Even humans had one once."
Her blue eyes sparkle. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" she asks.
His beak opens, and she can tell he's about to launch himself into a lengthy, scientific explanation, but then he stops and smiles. Her heart gives a strange, little flutter at the sight of his shy, kind smile. "That's supposed to be a joke, isn't it?"
She grins back and nods. "Yeah." She almost wishes he would turn around so that she could watch his tail again. She wonders if the subtle movements she caught this time was it wagging. Do Turtles wag their tails like dogs? She considers making it a theory but then quickly decides against it as the computer beeps and he turns back to it.
This time, she's certain she sees his tail wagging as he announces with glee and relief in his voice, "We were successful."
She watches his tail wag once more before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the top of his shell. "Of course you were, Donnie. No one can save the city like you guys, or even the world." She's learned to have complete confidence in their abilities to keep her people safe. They're not exactly ugly either; despite their green skin and shorter number of digits, they're actually rather cute, especially when they smile or -- April glances back down at the end of Don's shell -- wag their tails. "I knew you'd do it." She leans down and kisses his cheek. Donatello grins and beams, and (underneath April's watchful gaze) that little tail of his wags like mad.