Thirty-First Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[The last thing they remember, they were warm in bed with their other brothers. Now they are two, and for reasons beyond their comprehension they are waking up in a snowbank.

The sun is bright, the snow is wet, and the frigid air seeps into their bones.]

Raphie, I'm - I'm cold.

C-c’mon, Donnie. [He latches onto his brother’s hand and starts pulling him out of the snow.] We n-need a better hidin’ spot.

Okay.

[The two tiny Turtles climb out of the hollow in the deep snow and, huddled against one another, strike out in search of shelter.]

((Five-ish-year-old Turtles, no conscious memories of Luceti. Replies will come from tinytechturtle and saidontmatter. April will threadjack eventually to take her little guys home, but initial rescuing is open to any kind soul who doesn't want to see a pair of young reptiles freeze to death. Have at, kind souls of Luceti.))

Comments

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank-

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April is oblivious. She's one of those people.]

They look kinda cute, don't they. Don told me blankets won't help but that body heat could, which I kind of figured out after the night----

....

So are you having a boy or a girl? Or a surprise?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Boy. We still haven't picked out a name, yet.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Awww, that's so great! You could always name him after his daddy?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think he'd have any of that. But it's not like I'll concede to him calling our child Engelbert either.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[What.]

Heh. Ha. Uh. Right, although you could call him "Bert" for short. Or "Engel." "Engie?" "Elbert"?

...I didn't realize how endless the possibilities are with that name.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

At least it's a real name. Some of his other suggestions were... very questionable.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April checks the thermostat and taps her knuckles against it thoughtfully before heading over to the bed.] I don't have any kids, and I've never really thought about what I'd name them if I DID have them. But maybe you could do what Master Splinter did? He picked these guys' names out of a book on Renaissance artists.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Renaissance artists? I'm afraid we don't have anything like that in Amestris.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Well you don't need to use actual Renaissance artists. I mean, you could just use a book of famous people from your world--Amestris. Famous Amestrians.

Or you could be really original and name him after the month he's born in.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Right, right. I'd still have to get that passed my husband, you know.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[Ah, so they ARE indeed MARRIED...]

Winry--these turtles need to be warmed up a bit more. [April pulls her shoes off, peels back the covers, and climbs into bed beside Raphael.] They, uh--they like body heat.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Do you mind if I don't join you? I'm afraid like this I might scare them when they wake up.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

I--I don't think there's enough room, anyway. [Staaaaaaaaaare.]

Were they awake when you found them out there?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

They were. In fact, they both accused me of eating someone.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

...............Yeah, okay, you better go then, because I in no way want to have that talk with them right now. Unless you already tried?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I did. That's when Raphael started muttering to himself and Don passed out.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April is getting considerably more worried now. She cuddles the two as best she can, hoping that somehow the increasing warmth of the room and her body temperature will help revive them.]

I hope they weren't exposed for too long. Oh, God.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No, since they were awake when I found them I think they might be alright. They're still breathing, aren't they?

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Yes, but they're so little. I wish Master Splinter were here...

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, April. It's about then little Raphael starts to stir, just enough to reach out and cling to April's shirt, whimpering softly. He's cold, and his head hurts, but at least Master Splinter is there. He's the only one he knows that's so warm.]

[tinytechturtle.livejournal.com]

[Donatello wakes slowly. The bed is soft and he had the strangest dream...

He cuddles up to the big warm body next to him, and sighs in contentment.]

Mm... Father...

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

How cute.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

They think I'm a giant elderly rat. [She whispers to Winry. But she dutifully cuddles them back, because...yeah, they're flippin' CUTE is what they are, poor little things.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raphie snuffles a little in his sleep, frowning. That didn't sound like Sensei, and the smell isn't right either. Neither is the bed. It's way too soft.]