Casey's finally gotten April to agree to a real date, which means that Raphael has no-one to spend quality time with at three AM anymore . . . or does he?
Leonardo practises his calligraphy. On Donatello. Warning: Slash & incest.
Based on the 2003 ep "Same As It Never Was." Don gets sent to the future, and his brothers are happy to have him back
A parody of INFOCOM adventure games! (If you don't know what that is, relax; it's a pretty easy format to pick up and read.) Donatello is on a quest to get some coffee... sounds easy, right?
A TMNT/Chronicles of Narnia crossover?! Yes, indeed! Leonardo finds himself in Narnia at the time of King Rilian, and his family seek the aid of an aged Susan Pevensie to get him back...
What he did know, was that he was the last. The last of a species, the last protégé, and the last brother. And he had been alone for a very long time.
There is a lot of epic and emotional writing in this forum. Now excuse me while I make a comedic contribution.
Michelangelo is shown what the world would have been like if he had never been born... but there's something terribly wrong here: Why does it look like everyone's better off without him?!
There are deals Leonardo just won't agree to... even if saying no should mean his death. (Rated for implied torture.)
Set in the breif moments when the guys are in the sewers of the Republic Central, planning how to get their brother back. Mikey can't help but thinking back to those nights when he and Don really b...
April gets a job as a roaming reporter and leaves NYC and the TMNT behind for four years...what happens when she returns? Don/April pairing
After a horrible accident the brothers realize that they need each other more than ever...
For a moment, Leo and Karai reach beyond their emnity and get what they really want - each other.
The first time one of the brothers is injured in a fight, they spend the night reflecting on what was...and the dread of what could have been.
The first time one of the brothers is injured in a fight, they spend the night reflecting on what was...and the dread of what could have been.