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Thirty-Ninth Theory [Action]

[The house is too quiet today. With April sent home, Derek hiding out who-knows-where, and Leo gone to battle, it's down to just Don and Raph again - and not in their little apartment now, but in a house that feels suddenly too big.]

[Fortunately, Don has some things to occupy himself with. After making sure Raph is all right to be left alone for a few hours, he heads out to visit some friends.]

[He goes first up the path to C7, to visit Frederic - to check on the man in his roommate's absence and to deliver a certain package.]

[After that he'll circle back to C3. He needs to see a certain resident that he's been visiting frequently of late. This time, however, he won't go around to the door of the apartment. Instead he'll knock on the window. There's something they need to talk about, and this seems like a more apt way to begin the conversation.]

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[Robert hadn't been doing much either, other than brooding quietly over the fact Ami had been drafted, and had turned out to be a person entirely different from what he'd expected. He's in the middle of absentmindedly writing a report which is mostly just empty words when he hears a rapping noise on the window.

He glances up, looking mildly curious - and when he sees Don's face that curiosity changes to something between surprise and concern.

The scientist hurries (well, as much as he can hurry) himself over to the window and opens it, looking out at Donatello.]

A-Ah. Salutations, Donatello. [This is a very strange way to meet, but Robert can't deny he's glad to see the turtle again.]

[Not the warmest greeting. An inauspicious beginning to what's likely to be a disastrous conversation. He decides to go through with it anyway.]

Can I come in?

[Hey, it's warm for Robert. Comparitively. He's mostly surprised to see Donatello in the window.

Something like a strained smile slips over Robert's features.]

Y-Yes, certainly. Please give me a moment. [And the scientist disappears from view temporarily as he opens the door. Donatello might hear the click of the door opening, and then a nervous-but-kind-of-excited-anyway scientist standing just off to the side of the door frame.]

[And Robert might hear an awkward throat-clearing from just inside his window. While the scientist was unnecessarily opening the door, Donatello had gone ahead and climbed inside.]

[Here, have an embarrassed scientist turning around at that.]

... Oh. Er... Well. [With a slight flush of embarrassment, Robert re-closes the door (mostly because he doesn't want to broadcast whatever happens) and heads over to where the turtle's standing underneath the window.]

... My apologies. I d-didn't exactly... expect that. [It's so painfully obvious Robert is extremely nervous - but in the blushy stuttery way of somebody trying to talk to a crush. Which is what Donatello is. A kind of shameful, self-mocking smile lights Robert's face a moment.] Do you often enter through windows? I would do well to remember that...

[He trails off eventually, still blushing a little, his fingers going reflexively to his glasses.] ... S-so, may I enquire as to what you... wished to see me for?

Th-though to be frank, I did wish to see you again... [And Robert's blush deepens a bit. Damn his crush.]

Not lately. [He reaches behind him to slide the pane shut. No sense letting all the cold air in.] Robert, there's something you need to know.

[That tone - while Robert can't tell what it means, something makes him think it's bad. He sobers a little, his gaze shakily meeting the turtle's.]

... And what might that be, Donatello?

[He moves the few steps to the couch, and sits down. As he does so he draws his bo and lays it across his knees.]

... I'm a ninja.

[This gets nothing more than an extremely, painfully confused look from Robert. He gazes at the weapon laying across Donatello's knees without realizing what it even is.]

... A... "ninja"? [This term means literally nothing at all to Robert. ~~Though some Terrans would recognize it in the very strict historical sense...~~]

[He thought he might get a response like that. He'll edge a little closer to the point.]

A highly-trained practitioner of the martial arts.

[Again, not registering to Robert. He blinks, curiously, trying to search his mind for what "martial arts" means. Somewhere, somehow, he might have heard this...]

I apologize, Donatello... The terminology is not that which I am familiar with. [With what Robert's seen of the turtle so far, he's assuming "ninja" is some term for an intellectual-type job ~~which is obviously not the case~~.]

[Another step down into layman's terms.]

A person adept at hand-to-hand combat?

[Okay, this he gets.]

... You? ... [He kind of looks at Donatello with an expression somewhere between "not again" and "well, that explains the scars".]

... It seems all of my friends here are warriors. [He sighs, softly. It's a sad, tired sound.] First Doctor Mizuno and now you.

Why? [Robert can't deny that... he still cares about Donatello. He... he still wants to be with Donatello. But this strangeness, this aberration... what causes it?] I know how wonderfully intelligent you are, Donatello. What reason would you ever have to harm another?

[Desperately. He needs Robert to understand that this isn't who he is, it's only what he does - no matter what Raphael says.] Self-defense, Robert, only ever self-defense. My world isn't like yours. There are a lot of people who wouldn't hesitate to harm me, and sometimes fighting back is the only way out.

[Robert looks up at Donatello, hearing that note of desperation - maybe just barely understanding it. The idea of a world where people need to fight to survive...]

There is no way to reason with them? Surely people will listen to that.

Surely your world can't be that backward. [It's more to reassure Robert than anything else.]

Most people don't reason very well when faced with a giant turtle. [He lowers his head.] I also have a habit of running into people who are just insane.

[Robert bites his lip gently. It's so very difficult to understand. Terra has been free of obvious war, obvious violent conflict - save for a few publically reviled cases where the people involved were instantly banished to some jail - for centuries. Certainly nothing of the kind Donatello is describing.]

... On Terra you would be treated with great respect. It... I don't understand, Donatello. [And when Robert says that - genuinely says that with the weakness evident on his face, in his body, in his voice - then one knows he's really run into a mental impasse.]

[Sincerely:] I wish I could go there.

I needed to tell you this before - before things went any further. I understand if you want to change your mind.

[A heavy sigh from Robert.]

... Well, Donatello...

I... you are one of the most... [He struggles for a word that doesn't sound stupid. This is so much harder to do when Donatello is right there and Robert isn't running off of love-event emotions anymore.] ... awe-inspiring intellectuals that I have met in a long time, and... [He inhales, slowly, then hesitates.]

... You don't mind that I'm a human? I... I thought you... I thought you wouldn't be... interested.

... B-But... Regardless. [His cheeks are burning a little again.] I... I can't say I understand a world like that, Donatello. Not yet. I... cannot fathom why you would need to fight, why someone intelligent and kind and personable like yourself would be threatened with bodily harm. It... It makes no rational sense.

But if it is your world... well, I am glad that you are not in it right now. You and your family hardly deserve a world like that.

[He hesitates, then slowly says:] Robert... I don't think you understand. My brothers and I are the only ones.

[It's both an explanation of why people would want to hurt them, and an attempt at very indirectly hinting why he might be interested in a human.]

[...

That explains everything, very suddenly. Like the final twist of a Rubik's cube, everything falls into place.]

... Ah...

[Robert looks up at Donatello with an expression of surprise and - now - curiosity, mixed with what might be traces of anger. At humans. At the disgusting pre-Terran humans who would be willing to be such abominations toward a perfectly wonderful being.]

... Proto-Terran humans. Disgusting. Barely worthy of the species name, "sapiens".

Bloody hell, Donatello. I had no idea... I thought, I thought perhaps you were a member of a whole species. [Genuine anger flickers across Robert's face, directed clearly at humans from Donatello's time.] Barbarians, treating you and your family that way. I... I apologize for my pathetic excuses for ancestors. They prove time and time again that they cannot be trusted with anything important.

[Robert sighs a little, more to vent excess rage than anything.]

... But... how exactly did your family come into being? Were you perhaps a product of black market genetics? [Robert knows that dark underbelly of Terra better than he'd care to admit. He'd seen entire departments fall to it.]

[He risks a crooked smile.] I think you'd find our origin story very interesting, if you want me to stay and tell it.

I... I would like to hear, if you wish to tell. [Robert scoots a bit closer to Donatello - both as a reassuring gesture and because part of him, despite the fear that twists in his stomach again, wants to sort of hug the turtle. Prove that there are humans out there who aren't total bastards.]

[He quickly shifts his bo to the floor, then settles again.]

We started out as ordinary pet shop turtles. But there was - an accident, and we were exposed to a chemical with mutagenic properties. We -- [He hesitates, then decides to leave his father out of the story for now.] Many years later we found out the source of the mutagen. It was a byproduct of an alien teleportation device. The aliens had been in hiding on Earth for a thousand years, since their spaceship had crashed, leaving them stranded in a technologically-primitive world.

[He pauses again, looks at Robert.] Our world still doesn't have contact with extraterrestrials. These aliens are in hiding too. No one knows about them. They help us when they can, but... they can't change human nature.

[Robert listens soberly, seriously. Of all the things he's heard about peoples' worlds so far, this is probably honestly the closest to "understandable" that he's heard. It's something that he can comprehend, at least, even if he isn't sure what kind of mutagenic chemical would result in an anthropomorphic shape.]

And so you are essentially the sole representatives of your subspecies - so to speak. [It... it was something that should have made them prized, something like a spontaneous crystal generation - something rare and wonderful. Instead, it made them reviled.]

I... [Robert forces down his anxiety and reaches over to the turtle's weathered green hand. He kind of gently catches the two fingers with his own slender hand - it's a weak, timid handhold, but it's an attempt to be genuinely reassuring. The touch makes fear flare up inside him. You're getting close, Robert. Probably too close.]

... I am sorry, Donatello.

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