Dominique-Lefalle

It had been an odd few weeks, that much was for certain.  What started out as a routine, beating the hell out of the Purple Dragons who had been stupid enough to try to assault someone in a dark alley, had turned out to be a pivotal, life-changing event.  At least, for the second eldest of the four brothers that had taken it upon themselves to protect those that could not protect themselves. That night, when he chose to step out of the shadows, he had no idea how his choice would forever change his life. He no idea that he would gain a friend.  Someone that he had come to care a great deal about, so much so that he had actively taken steps to

The lair was unusually quiet for this time of the morning.  No one was in the main living area and although the smell of breakfast wafted out from the kitchen, Mikey wasn’t hovering over the oven. Keno had seemed to disappear as well. And suddenly, Raphael had a sinking feeling. Had something happened while he was training with Dominique? Turning he made his way down the hall and felt relief wash over him as he heard the sounds of voices coming from Donatello’s lab. Peeking into the room, he spotted Donnie flipping switches and turning knobs on some electrical device. “Hey, have you seen Keno?” Donatello looked up fr

"Wrong foot." Dominique's voice carried across the dojo to Raphael as he attempted the turn.  Even before her words reached him, he was silently berating himself for screwing up the 270-degree turn again. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. It was the second time that he had pivoted on the wrong foot. And his frustration at not being able to do it correctly had sent his temper flaring. "I need a break." he blurted out, then turned on his heel and started towards the dojo's door. Dominique frowned as Raphael suddenly stormed off. Although she understood his frustration, she also knew that she couldn't allow him to leave the dojo like tha

Much like the night before, silence hung heavily in the air of the Hamato Clan's dojo. Raphael remained perfectly still as he sat seiza-style at his father's left. Like his father, Raphael was focused solely on the young woman that stood at attention before them, waiting for the leader of the Hamato clan to address her.   It was during this time that Raphael took notice of her posture.  It was perfect.  In the long minutes that passed as they waited, not once did she move or waver. She remained perfectly still. In fact, the only movement was the rise and fall of her chest as she drew breath and then exhaled.  Which as anyone who had studied

Exhaustion seeped into his very soul.  The dull ache in his arm was a sharp reminder that the nightmares that had kept him awake last night were far too real.  Raphael sighed as his thumb glided over the torn, bloodstained tear in his leather jacket as he tried to force the images from his mind, which had kept replaying the events of the night before.   He had been careless.  He had allowed his anger, his rage, to overtake him during the fight and in that moment, he nearly lost the most important person in his life. If Casey hadn't shown up when he had; a quick rap at the door drew him from his troubling thoughts.  Wiping away the tears that

Scents of cinnamon and pine hung heavily in the air as instrumental Christmas music played softly in the warm, richly decorated living room. Joyful laughter erupted from those seated near the fireplace as April, Donatello, Leonardo, and Casey watched Splinter open his gift from Michelangelo. Each member of the family had received Ugly Christmas sweaters, and Splinter's resembled the suit that Saint Nicholas was often depicted in. The old rat smiled kindly and thanked his youngest son, who quickly snapped a picture of Splinter holding up the sweater.     A familiar annoyed grunt quickly drew Michelangelo's attention away from his father.  And

After watching Raphael nearly tackle Casey as they raced up the stairs trying to reach the bathroom first, Dominique decided that it would probably be best to wait for him in the living room.  There she could curl up on the couch, and maybe sneak a short nap.  She was fairly exhausted, after all, not only had she been woken up early this morning by the sounds of a tussle downstairs, but she had also spent most of the day running last-minute errands with April.  And then, this evening, she had spent two hours helping Donatello finish his latest invention.  Now she was in desperate need of a good night's sleep, however, since she wanted to spen

Bidding Splinter goodnight, Dominique watched as he left the kitchen to retire to his room for the evening.  And soon, a smile appeared on her face because for the first time in a long time, Dominique felt as though she belonged, truly belonged, to a loving family.  It was something that she hadn't felt since she had been ripped away from the only real home that she had ever known.  A home that she had been desperate to return to.  It was why she had spent so many sleepless nights studying in hopes of earning a scholarship to Texas University. It was why she had worked every shift that was available, so that she might earn enough money for a

Donatello tore his gaze away from the wires that he was soldering as the creak of the old barn door alerted him that someone had entered his domain.  Setting the soldering gun aside, he carefully removed the goggles that protected his eyes and set them to rest on top of his head.  Chocolate brown orbs focused on the spot where he believed that in a moment someone would appear, however, no one came.  Was it the wind  he wondered?  Not likely, he hadn't heard any great gusts of the wind outside these walls.  Then what?  His brow ridge furrowed as a frown settled upon his face.  Was Michelangelo trying to sneak up on him?  Or worse yet, Casey wa