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Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[Donatello doesn't notice the announcement when it's made, and even after someone shows it to him, he won't bother addressing the 'commandant'. Instead, he'll send a locked message to someone much more important.]

Robert...

[Some time later, he'll add one more locked message.]

Kay, I think I'm going to have to reschedule.

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[Guess who's been crying almost non-stop since the draft message, Don?

Yes, that's right. Your pacifistic boyfriend, who is right now curled in a heap staring with refusal-to-believe at the latest draft announcement. He can't stop himself from re-reading that list over and over...

... The words don't change, of course. Why would they? Don and Helios are being taken to war. So are Giles, Mulder, and Daisy... a few others Robert cares about too, like Japan.

...

Don and Helios, of course, hurt the most to see.

Still, he summons enough strength to choke out a response:]

D-Don...

Th-they're... you're g-going to... w-war...

I'm sure I can find some time in my schedule when you get back.

[She's even-toned, a little dry, and deceptively so. Kay's more curious than concerned about the draft, but the phrase "True Death" just isn't the kind of thing you shout hooray at.]

I have two days. [And, traditional battle preparations be damned, he is spending some of that time with you.] I'm coming over.

Thanks, Kay.

[... He doesn't have the heart to warn her that this kind of thing happens to him all the time.]

[Kay doesn't think she has anything else to say, but she can't help thinking of her little brother shipping out. No one told her in advance that Tom had enlisted--she'd never gotten to give him any well-wishes beforehand, just letters to God knew where in western Europe after he'd left.]

...Be careful when you're out there.

I will.

[Don is pretty sure he didn't hit the Video button, but Kay might catch a flash of spinning bo staff before the journal closes.]

Pl-please do... [Robert doesn't think he has the mental or physical energy to get up, though, so he just stays curled up on the tear-soaked couch and tries not to completely lose himself to terror.

He doesn't close his journal, though he isn't exactly paying much attention to it.

But he's waiting for Don, now.]

[A green hand will reach over and close that journal. Don has some ideas in mind for this evening, and there's no way he's going to let any of it get accidentally captured on video.]

[The hand will then move to Robert's shoulder, squeezing gently.] Hey.

[It's okay, Robert was probably finished weeping at the people he wanted to weep at, now.

... Except for Don, of course. He looks up at the turtle with bloodshot eyes, searching his face; his arms, weak as they are, immediately wrap around his smooth sides. He hates this - knowing that in two days his partner will go off to war and there is absolutely, literally nothing that he can do about it. Nobody to protest to, no claims to file, no forms to veto, no Council to discuss with... nothing. He's absolutely helpless.]

...

... W-Will... will you b-be alright? I, I a-asked if, if p-perhaps Ms. D-Daisy would... a-assist you, but, b-but I know you... [He hesitates here, but -] ... c-can fight.

... Wh-why did they have to take you now...?

[Don kneels down, sliding through Robert's grip, but letting his partner hold him. The commandant said the draft would only last four days, but it's sure to be a very lonely four days.]

It was my turn. I'll be fine.

[He hesitates, then asks:] Would... would you feel better if you saw what I can do?

[He's honestly not sure how Robert will answer. He doesn't know if the Terran is ready yet to see that, let alone to take reassurance in it.]

[Lonely for Don, yes... perhaps lonelier still for Robert. His partner, his best friend, other friends that he's made here... torn away from him for four days full of death and terror and constant fear that he'll lose them when there is nothing he can do about it again.

And he doesn't answer the question at first, just holds himself tightly against Don and... considers the statement.

...

Part of him, in some horrifyingly detached logical way, wants to see what he's capable of. Wants to see what will end up hurting - killing - the Third Party. Sapients. Sapients who were just on the other side of this bloody faction between the Malnosso and the Third Party.

...

The rest of him can't even fathom it, is terrified by the thought of seeing it so viscerally - it's one thing to know Don can fight and kill. It's even one thing to see Helios, warped by the AU, try to kill him. It is a whole other thing entirely to see Don, in his right mind, do things that would hurt or kill.]

...

I... ... P-Perhaps, but... [He tells himself that nothing could tarnish Don's beauty in his eyes, that this fighting thing wouldn't change him - after all, he knew Don could do this cerebrally. But... he's never seen a fight, he's never witnessed this kind of thing...]

...

I-it, it would be... th-the... f-first time I have... s-seen anything like it...

Only if you want to. [And he caresses Robert's head gently. He would never do something so unnecessarily upsetting to his partner.] I just want to spend time with you before I go.

[At this, Robert just clings even more fiercely.]

S-So... so do I...

I love you... [It's a soft sentiment, mumbled against Don's plastron with the desperation of somebody with a time limit.]

...

I-I, I will... m-miss you... f-for that time... p-perhaps we can e-exchange... c-correspondance when it is not dangerous...?

I'll call you whenever I can. [Though, knowing they don't even have the luxury of returning to the hotel at night this time, he's hesitant to be too sure the journals will work on the battlefield.]

[He ghosts his fingers over your back, and then:] Robert...?

[He has something very important to ask you.]

[Robert knows that too, which is why he's so hesitant about it. But the idea of even having a chance of communication is important to him.

He looks up at that soft querying tone, replying with one just as questioning.]

... Yes, Don...?

[He's willing to listen to anything right now. Just be with him.]

[He pulls away slowly, bringing his hands back close to himself, before asking:] Will you - be with me? Tonight?

[The euphemism goes over Robert's head entirely.]

... Of course I will, Don... I'll be with you whenever you want me to.

[Robert smiles and curls up against Don, obviously not getting it (though he'd probably react the same way if he knew what it meant, actually).]

... I would be with you forever if... if you wanted me to.

[Don pushes Robert back up before he gets too comfortable. They need to straighten this out first.]

No, be with me. Like you said during the experiment.

[Robert blinks a few times before it clicks.]

...

Ah... [He still smiles, but now it's accompanied by a slight flush.] I... I-I would be... honoured...

... B-But, you are certain you... w-want this now...? [Comfort sex does appeal to Robert right now... he wants the closeness. But...]

[Honored? Really?]

[He continues looking shyly at his knees as he answers.] I don't want to go to war again without - without having done that.

[Yes. Really.

Robert curls up gently against Don, tracing his fingertips across Don's hand.]

...

[Softly:] It... it s-seems... fitting, in a way.

... Though I wish... I wish I was... m-more competent, for you...

[Don accepts the closeness now, leaning around to kiss Robert softly on the cheek.]

You would make me look bad.

Hardly... [Robert presses into Don, taking in his presence almost greedily. He wants him close for as long as possible.

Craning his head upward, he brushes his lips softly against Don's beak.

... He wants this, intensely, but now he's not entirely sure how it's going to work properly. He's full of anxieties - will he accidentally hurt Don? How much does his knowledge of turtle anatomy match up to Don's body? What about Don's aversion to touches?

...

Robert really wants this to... well, work.]

[Don doesn't seem too averse to touching right now, at least. During a momentary separation, he murmurs:] You know I haven't done this before, right?

[Robert nods, letting his fingers stray over Don's plastron reassuringly.] You... d-did inform me of that, yes...

... I w-would... be m-most enthusiastic to, t-to attempt to educate you... [That isn't even just a euphemism, actually. He really would be happy to sit there and educate Don in the... usual sense of the word.

At this point, though, he's more focused on trying to pleasure Don...]

Likewise, I... I f-fear that my knowledge of your body is... l-lacking in some regards, so... please d-do not hesitate to inform me of any problems...

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