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Counting to Three: Holding it Together PT. 1 (TMNT 2012)

@tmnt-write-fight Attack For @dorky-pals

A big thank you @awildaspenappeared for helping me write this!

Author Note

Author has compulsions and used bits of their own experiences in this.

I will probably move this to A03 When I can make an account.

Summary

Leo had to count to three. One, two, three. His brothers all accounted for, it kept them safe. He was sure of that until suddenly Donatello wasn't present and he panicked.

What follows are tense arguments, strains between the brothers, a fight gone bad and Leo and Donnie have a spat. Need for space vs need for safety.

OR

An IDW event almost becomes canon because Leo and Donnie get caught out after bitching for a couple hundred words.

Word count: 2,388

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One.. Two.. Three..

Red.. Orange.. Purple..

Raph.. Mikey.. Donnie..

The headcount loop Leo often found himself stuck in over, and over, and over throughout the day, finding himself only leaving the dojo of the lair to make sure everyone was still alive and safe. There were a few rooms the teen would check consistently, Donnie’s lab, the living room, the kitchen and Mikey and Raph’s bedrooms.

It turned into a routine, a force of habit. He would tell himself it was necessary, not wanting it to be a big deal so it was simply something to assure they were safe. It never changed from hour to hour however, one, two, three, his brother still in their usual spots, getting nothing more than a glance at most usually when he would check their space. Unless Mikey was in his room rather than in the kitchen, the youngest would sometimes try to pull him into conversation. He was smart with it, always having Leo participate in something that kept him there for more than a minute. It was sneaky but.. nice. It was the most normal feeling-thing as of late.

Unfortunately, his brother wasn’t ready to enter the dojo again, not that Leo could blame him. The empty shrine where what little pictures Splinter originally preserved being empty now made this all the more real. His room was still untouched but just the knowledge that Splinter had never reopened that door in the dojo was a haunted thought.

This day was no different, Leo had done the headcount religiously, only leaving the dojo to do so. Looking around as he made his usual rounds. One. Two. Three? Surely he just made a mistake. There had to be three. He needed to check again, there just had to be three! Where did his brother go? One: Raph was lounging in the living room, comic on his lap and Chompy on his plastron trying to follow along.

Two: Mikey was in his room and was once again flipping through a scrapbook Leo knew was filled with photos of them and Splinter. Icecream Kitty’s bowl resting next to him, as Mikey showed the cat every image he had, giving a brief story for each. Three? Donnie’s lab was empty. And he hadn’t seen the other leave it since Splinter’s death unless it was for patrol or food. Forcibly at that!

Leo kept trying to tell himself he was overthinking, that things were fine, but the only other places he could think to look were the bathroom and kitchen. Maybe the other just got hungry. He kept telling himself, that was until he was faced with another empty room. No. No, no, no, no, no, no. He can not lose anyone else. Not again! He’s already lost his father. And his brother had already been dead once!

The living room wasn’t too far away. Leo headed over to Raph with vigor. “Have you seen Donnie?!” He asked frantically, looking around the room just in case he missed sight of his tallest sibling somehow.

“Leo, you are taking this whole, checking on us thing way too far.” Raph replied as he lazily turned a page. Chompy let out a churr, which would have the teen stop reading and pet the little guy. “He probably just needed some fresh air, you know like most people? If you could call a mutant turtle a person.” He snarked, sarcasm and wit dripped from his words pooled on his tongue, ready to poison the next. He hadn’t seen the other leave but he had other things to do than babysit his immediate younger twin brother.

“Raph this isn’t funny! What if something happened? He would have told us if he left wouldn’t he?” Leo sputtered out quickly, his hands gesturing and moving aimlessly as he spoke. It felt wrong without the count being completed, his anxiety rising rather quickly. He had to finish the count but he couldn’t do that without Donnie… What was he saying? He was worried for Donatello’s whereabouts, not just that a sequence was finished.

It didn’t take long for Leo to leave Raph to his own devices, going to see if their youngest brother had seen Donnie. Mikey sitting up from his bed as his door was opened, “Hey Leo, weren’t you just in here?”

“I was Mikey,” Leo would pat his little brother's head lightly, trying to hide his anxiety. “Have you seen Donnie anywhere?” “No, but maybe he made himself smaller with some of his chemicals and sciency stuff! Oh! Oh! Or maybe he managed to make an invisibility ring, like the one I have in Mazes and Mutants!” Mikey would exclaim, grinning ‘ear to ear’ or well more accurately tympanum to tympanum.

Leonardo didn’t know if that was possible, but then again, they were just in space for six months fighting in situations that were arguably even less possible. What if Mikey was right! No that was ridiculous- but he has been right about oddities before! This was enough to kick his anxiety into high gear, making him check every room in the house again,  “Donnie! Where are you?!” Leo would call out as he looked, soon getting to the one room that didn’t pass his mind to even check, the door opening before he could even reach for the handle.

“Why is it so loud out here?” Donnie would ask more groggily, his blanket loosely draped over himself. He had overwhelmed himself with all the work he was giving himself to do, finally allowing himself to get some rest. Unfortunately for him that was short lived by his brother's anxiety.

“Donnie! Are you okay? You look like shell, where were you? You weren’t in your lab or the living room!” Leo would start mother hen Donnie, his hands on his younger brother's shoulders as he spoke.

“Did you forget I have a bedroom?” Donnie asked, his eyebrow ridge raised, moving to cross his arms as he looked down at his older brother.

“You normally aren’t there- I-” Leo would start to explain to Donnie, realising how ridiculous it probably sounded now that it was being said out loud.

“You could have checked there- listen Leo, your constant checking is getting worse, it feels like every few hours-,, no, every hour at this point you are checking on all of us.” Donnie would start to explain however soon hear his twin speak, cutting him off an annoyed sigh escaping Donnie.

Raph chiming in with an, “An hour is generous Donnie.” A more annoyed tone of voice, standing at the end of the hallway leaning against the doorframe.

Donnie rolled his eyes waiting for Raph to be done before giving a “anyway what I am trying to say is it feels like it is turning into-.. or has turned into a compulsion. Well they are hard to deal with they can be helped if-"

"I don't need help! They, they aren't.. compulsions or whatever. I'm simply checking that none of my brother's are in danger. I-I” Leonardo would stop himself from being too vulnerable with his brothers, seeming too weak. “I promised Splinter to keep you all safe and so far my ‘checking’ has!"

“Leo, your ‘checking’ only feels like it is helping because it is a safe constant, when you experience compulsions, from in this case a large change. It is to avoid negative outcomes that may not even be real, they are in an unhealthy way to relieve stress and-” Donnie would grow more annoyed when he was cut off again. The mixture of being sleep deprived, overstimulated and cut off making him want to yell.

“Donnie, stop. None of that is true. Have you eaten? Last time I checked on you, you hadn’t.” Leo would try to deflect the situation off of himself, it wasn’t true after all! The other was pushing his buttons in the worst ways right now and he didn’t know how much more of his pushing he could take.

“We aren’t kids anymore Leo, we know how to handle ourselves.”

"You?! You know how to handle yourself? You can’t even take care of yourself without constant reminders to step away from your childish tinkering!” “As if you’re much better. You can’t cook anything but ramen yourself.”

“What? And you can do better?” “Actually, yes I-” “And what about how you are always the first to get hurt in every single damn fight we have?” “Oooooh, Leo swore!” Mikey chimed in, trying to ease the tension, standing at his door with Icecream Kitty’s bowl in both hands. “Leo! That is not fair-” “Fair? There is no fairness in combat. You have to be the very best or you’ll end up dead. Again!”

“Do you want to fight with a literal stick?”

“I’d do it better than you.”

“Then how about you do it!” Donnie unsheathed his bō staff from his holder and shoved it into Leo’s hands harshly before he made for the lair exit.

Leo would stare at the bō staff quietly, he knew how to react when Raph acted like this, but he didn't expect it from his other brothers! He soon snapped out of his thoughts as he watched Donnie walk away. He started to move to follow his brother.

Raph could sympathize with how his brother felt here, so he would move and hold Leo back. “Leo, let him blow off some steam,” seeing himself in Donnie as Donnie walks off.

“What? No! I can't just- Donnie come back!” Leo yelled after him, he didn't know what else to do, he can't handle himself, he's been too vulnerable lately. Everything was wound tightly on a coil he meticulously upheld. Yet he could only watch as it unraveled before him, in a mess of emotions.

Leo however would ignore Raph's attempt at stopping him from going after their brother, leading to him nearly getting tackled by Raph. He pushed his brother away, Mikey carefully grabbing onto Raph's arm. Mikey could not have another brother leave right now. “Do.. Do you want to bake something with me?”

Donnie found himself traveling to the place he usually goes to find materials for his creations, the scrap yard. Tired eyes surveyed around at the broken parts littered around in their janky, uneven piles.

He didn’t have his usual mental list of things he was hoping to find, he mostly just wanted to get away. Tinkering with technology, figuring out chemical solutions and drawing plans was his form of escapism. Though it was hard to escape when your head was too cloudy to think.

“Donnie what are you doing?” Leo would ask the bō staff held outstretched, as if offering a truce as he held the staff for Donnie to grab. “You don't need anything from here right now and it'll be dawn soon. Stop being stupid and come back to the lair.”

Donnie looked over, his gaze switched from his bō staff to his brother's gaze “I’m not being stupid, Leo. I am taking some much needed space after your constant helicoptering!”

Donnie pinched the bridge of his beak and sighed heavily. “Leo, I'm not trying to start an argument or debate right now. I'm just trying to have some space.”

“You think that leaving without your weapon, with no one knowing where you were going was the best thing to do? Seriously! I need to know where you all are, you-you-I-you could get hurt or get in trouble and we wouldn't even know.” Leo started pacing, the anxiety pulsing through his body needing some sort of outlet.

“No. You'd be far safer in the lair where I can make sure you're all safe for the moment.” Leo started tapping against the bō staff with nerves strung high. “We should go. Now.”

"Shell! Leo! I can't be there for you every second of every day!" Donnie shouted exasperated. He'd exhausted every logical option there was. Donnie twiddled his thumbs in circular, repetitive motions. Using this motion to help himself calm down and breathe, “It feels like you guys never listen to me unless it’s what you want to hear, Leo I was trying to help.”

“I’m supposed to be the one helping you guys Donnie- Master Splinter said that I was to replace him as Sensei as a-” Leo cut himself off. He swallowed thickly but continued calmly, acting as if he hadn't just choked on his words. “If anything happened to him, my duty is to solve all your problems.” Donnie listened to Leo talk, his gaze growing from annoyed to sympathetic and more sad. “Awkward sibling hug?” He offered. Stood there holding out hands, his stance more awkward than purely tense.

“Awkward sibling hug.”

 The teen walked over to his older brother, wrapped him in an awkward sibling hug, two gentle pats onto his brother's carapace. “Pat. Pat.” He added trying to lighten the mood a little as he choked out, “You are our brother Leo, you may be our leader but you are our brother first, we can help our problems together.”

Donnie gave a mischievous grin, “Or we could tell Mikey you are bottling up your feelings again?” Knowing his brother would pester at Leo until he cracked. No one could resist Mikey's puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay! Okay! You win, just don’t tell Mikey” Leo would laugh, shaking his head moving to tap his brother's carapace with his hand. “Let’s just go home now before someone sees us.” “Yeah, let’s head home now.” Donnie then diverted his eyes to his staff that Leo offered once again. “Thanks.” He twirled the staff briefly before sheathed it on his back.

They snuck under the familiar fence with the large hole in it and began to make their way home when all of a sudden Bebop and Rocksteady crash down from their rooftop perch heavily. Well Rocksteady did. Bebop more or less landed on top of the rhinoceros.

This caused Leo to immediately settle into the previous preconceived notions he had at the realisation that all of his anxieties were real. If he was stopped by Raph, Donnie would be in so much danger right now. This was proof his system kept them safe because when the system didn't work, they got into dangerous situations and fights.

At least now he could protect his little brother.

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Brothers in Arms and Odds (TMNT 2012)

@tmnt-write-fight Attack For @bambiraptorx

A big thank you @awildaspenappeared for helping me write this!

Author Note

Totally not listening to brothers in arms while writing this.

I will probably move this to A03 When I can make an account

Summary

Splinter’s death had left the four brother's relationships strained with tensions high and simply surviving with a false sense of routine and pretending to cope with their Father’s passing. Due to the lack of proper training, self care and especially sleep, a simple fight of the remains of The Foot had them retreating defeated and injured. Tensions snapped and two brothers have to work through their differences and insecurities to move on and start to heal.

OR TLDR: Raph gets his ass beat and he and Leo have a bitch fight before making up.

Word count: 2,560

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A few weeks have passed since Splinter’s death, and no one within the Hamato household is coping well with it. Each of them is dealing with the loss in their own way. Every moment drags on, an endless cycle of distraction and mindless routine.

Michelangelo sleeps most of the time, choosing to avoid the harsh reality of Splinter's absence. This time, there’s no futuristic robot to reverse what’s happened—no way to bring Splinter back. It’s a truth Mikey isn’t ready to face. In his dreams, at least, everything remains as it was, and he’s willing to stay in that world for as long as possible.

Raphael throws himself into his training, his hits growing fiercer with every session. The training dummy doesn’t stand a chance under the relentless barrage of attacks. It’s Chompy, his pet, that occasionally breaks his cycle of aggression. The tenderness with which Raph feeds his alien turtle contrasts sharply with his damaged knuckles and shaky hands, consequences of pushing himself too hard.

Donatello hides away in his lab, avoiding sleep entirely. Every attempt to rest ends in nightmares, haunting him with visions of their father’s death. His near-death experience looms over him too, a constant reminder of how close they came to losing not one, but two family members. So, he focuses obsessively on his ever growing list of to-dos and projects: rebuilding Metalhead, upgrading the Shellraiser, anything he can think of to keep his mind occupied.

Leonardo tries to hold it all together, determined to live up to Splinter’s last command: to be the new sensei. It’s an overwhelming responsibility, but he refuses to let his father down, or his brothers. The weight of leadership is heavier now, after everything they’ve endured, and though the burden grows each day, Leo keeps pushing forward.

The only time the brothers talk anymore is during patrols, and even then, their coordination is lacking. The once effortless flow between them feels now disrupted. Mikey has lost his usual spark, Raph seems more reckless, willing to dive into fights without a second thought, and Donnie appears unfocused, his dislike for his staff more evident than ever. As for Leo, all he can do is watch, trying to lead while feeling like his brothers are slipping further into their own dark cycles.

One night as they race across the rooftops, recent sightings of the Foot Clan in the area bring them to a familiar abandoned warehouse. Smoke billows from the building, and the urgency propels them forward. But when they skid to a stop, Mikey’s momentum sends him over the edge. Leo’s heart leaps into his throat, but he catches Mikey by the lip of his shell in a swift, practiced motion. He put Mikey back on the roof.

Leo breathes in and out, counting under his breath, ���One, two, and three,” steadying his nerves. His eyes scan the scene below. Among the Foot soldiers, he spots Tiger Claw and Baxter Stockman—two familiar foes.

He exhales slowly, his mind clearing as he formulates a plan. With a calm, steady voice, he delegates. “Alright, Raph, you’re on Foot duty. Just... don’t break the soldiers like you do the bots. Donnie, I need you to hack into Stockman’s tablet, disarm the Mousers, and gather any intel. Mikey, distract Stockboy, annoy him as much as you can. I’ll take care of Tiger Claw. Understood?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he kicked off of the roof and flipped as he crashed into the scene very loudly. “Takeshi!” Leonardo yelled. There was no mistaking the mirth in the tiger’s eyes and Leo wasn’t about to give him any more advantages so he rushed forwards, drawing his blades.

The beat of his heart thudded in his tympanum, deafening the clash of Leonardo’s twin katanas locked on Tigerclaw’s machete. Leo felt like he had to take on the biggest threat alone and honestly, Barry Stackmen was not even close to the hardest villain they had to fight. He felt confident to let the other’s handle him without his constant surveillance. He could trust his team.

That was the case until Raph decided the robots weren’t enough of a challenge, his sais spinning in his hands before he steadied them. The middle child running after Tigerclaw, his movements rather unfocused and emotion driven as if this were just another training dummy. Leonardo found himself clutching to his katana’s tighter, he felt worry and annoyance bubble up inside him, “Raph! What are you doing!” He exclaimed in annoyance, turning into anger that seeped venom into his words. “You could’ve gotten hurt or in my way! You-”

Raph would grit his teeth, barely dodging an ice bullet from the enemy. “Yeah? Let you baby us and get hurt? What are you trying to do here Leo? Sacrifice yourself again? Join Spl-” “Raph! Leo! Enough dudes!” Michelangelo interrupts in exasperation. He was tired of their stupid, petty drama that pulled him out of The Zone, trademarked by Dr. Naminstein. He then proceeded to shriek as a Mouser barrelled into the back of his legs that he hadn’t been paying attention to.

Raphael and Leonardo whipped their heads round to the unyielding screech. “Mikey!” They yelled in unison, fear settling deep into them. This unfortunately left them distracted to the original threat facing them. Leo watched helplessly as a flash of red crossed his vision and he saw Raphael landing on the ground. Evidently after being hit with one of Tigerclaw’s lazer’s, a second shot following when his brother tried to get back to his feet.

Leo couldn’t afford to hesitate yet he found his feet glued to the concrete. A Mouser then attempted to bite his arm which shook him back to reality. He saw Mikey and Donnie together, easily fighting off the scientist but the original objective long abandoned.

Raphael was hurt and still climbing to his feet so Leo did the only thing that made sense. He slid in between his brother and Tigerclaw and as loudly as his hoarse voice could go and yelled. “Retreat!”

The safety of the smoke bomb flooded his vision as it exploded on the ground. He hoisted Raph over his shoulders and slunk into the shadows, fleeing back to the rooftops to cooperate. He shoved the fear that they would be followed down until he saw Donnie and Mikey hop over the ledge and join him. Instant relief almost had him forgetting the next plan of action.

With a nod he started sprinting off, ignoring Raphael’s protests and weak hits and demands to be put down. Usually he would’ve quipped back or at least argued with Leo but his silence was deemed serious enough to Raph that he stopped shortly thereafter. Mikey and Donnie were also quiet, even with Mikey’s occasional quips which were more sparse and weaker than usual. All this to say that the journey back had Leo’s body on autopilot and his mind running on overdrive about his failure. He had failed Splinter, his promise to keep his brothers safe, to be a leader and like a sensei and father to them, to be the front line. He had failed- was failing his brothers, his world, his purpose by being inadequate and was he so untrained and indigent that he got so easily distracted in a simple fight to get his brothers hurt was he so useless that- The familiar creak of the turnstiles after they were knocked rang in his ears and brought his mind back to the present. Leonardo let himself take presence in the now. He dumped Raph on the sofa in a more gentle manner, that was more of habit than response considering how hurt his brother was. Leo finally broke his silence. “What were you thinking? Why did you think getting in the way was a good idea you moron.” He then turned to Donnie and had a drastic change to a clear cut and icy tone instead of the fire that had erupted seconds before. “Can you grab the first aid kit for me?”

Raphael’s veins were hotter than lava and his nerves were all fried as he held his anger in. He wanted to scream at his brother, the mental bomb ticking away until Mikey left the room, “what was I thinking?” He laughed bitterly, “What was I thinking? You wanna know what I was thinking? Or do you want to stay on your self righteous high horse and keep pretending everything is fine!”

“Self righteous high horse-?” Leonardo would begin with disinfecting the shots on Raph’s wrist and thigh with a wipe. Luckily it looked mostly surface level for now. “Really? I’m trying to make sure everyone is okay Raph!”

“You’re trying to make sure everyone is okay? What about yourself?!”

“I’m fine Raph, and none of this is about me. I need to make sure you all are okay.” Raph kept pulling away when he had pressed too hard and Leo kept harshly dragging the limbs back in place. “Stay still!”

“None of us are fine Leo, you pretending you are is frustrating!!”

“At least I am trying to help everyone feel better!”

“No, you're trying to replace Splinter!-” there was a moment of silence before Raph would get up, not bothering to wait for Leo to be finished helping him anymore. “It’s like I said before! You were always his favorite and it's no wonder. Now you are even trying to be him!” He snapped before grabbing his sais in his uninjured hand and leaving. Heading out towards the sewers.

Leonardo got up, and made an attempt to go after Raph, however a hand on his shell would stop him, “Let him go bro. He will only get more mad if you try and talk to him now.” Mikey would say softly to his brother.

Minutes would turn into hours as time ticked on, Rapheal having not returned home yet. Leonardo left passing around the commons, eyeing the clock every now and again as he passed it. Eventually he decided enough was enough, it was time to check on his brother, what if he got hurt more? What if Tigerclaw got him? What if he officially quit unlike the 27 other times he has?

Anxiety tearing away at the eldest’s thoughts, till eventually it led him out the lair when he couldn’t just sit back and worry anymore. Running through sewers then moving his focus onto the city, jumping rooftop to rooftop, cold air burning his lungs but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. That was until he noticed a figure sitting in front of him, the door to the rooftop left dented and damaged from having been hit assumingly by his brother.

There was silence, but Raph made a motion to move a sai out of the spot next to him, showing the other he knew the other was there. Allowing him a chance to sit by him, not knowing what to expect out of this action. Though it is one that took Leonardo off guard, he expected to be sent away or need to plea his case as to why he should stay.

Leonardo joined Raph sitting at the ledge of the rooftop, as they both looked out into the dark city.The eldest would finally say, feeling a sinking pain in his chest at the reaction. "Yeah, and how's that working out for you?” Raph’s voice was harsher than he meant, the younger of the two soon moving to get up, however felt a hand on his shoulder keeping him from leaving.

Leo sputtered in protest. “What do you mean, ‘Working out for me? You’re my brother!” Leo sighed and let the fury leave his body. “Look, Raph you can’t keep putting yourself in danger like that. It-I-I can’t keep you safe if you just rush in like that. That’s all I want.”

“You are such an-” “Raphael.” “A hypocrite.” “What? Raph.” “Just listen, Fearless. It’s not your fudging job to protect me. I’m a big turtle and I don’t need you acting like my dad. I had one of them and that was enough for me. I need my brother. I need you to trust me. I ain’t gonna sugar-coat it, Princess. I did get hurt because of you.” Raphael peeled his gaze from the first crackles of dawn on the horizon and landed on his brother’s icy blue eyes filled with fear. Raph could assume he thought his fears were confirmed. He continued, in lieu of his brother’s painful expression and taut shoulders. “That was because you decided to fight me instead of working with me to take down Tiger-face. You decided being a hero and the sole fighter was more important and you didn’t trust me to help. I had already taken out all the stupid, mindless foot soldiers and I  came to help your dumb-” A loud blare of a car horn interrupted Raph and broke his flow. It shut off almost immediately and Raph let out a sigh. “Leo. Can you see what I’m trynna say? I-I don’t need you to bear the weight of everything and throw yourself into everything with the bare bones of a plan based on stupid emotions.” Raph could feel the little emotion he let surface start to make him cringe so he lightly punched Leo’s arm for good measure which caused a bubble of laughter. “Alright, alright.” Leo smiles softly and turns his gaze to the rising embers of the morning. “It's just that It has always been my job to look after you three. Splinter… being gone just made me realise I have no one else to help anymore but… you guys aren’t little kids anymore. I should trust you guys more, I just…”

Leo looked at his hands in his lap and fiddled them together, knowingly avoiding his brother’s frown. He couldn’t look at such a harsh gaze right now knowing he was not only the cause but why it was unwavering. He let the swirling storm of thoughts in his head condense further. He didn’t need to unload that mental baggage right now. Instead he’d do something productive for Raphael, and all his little brothers. It would just also benefit himself too.

“I’m going to try and trust you more. All of you. It won’t be easy but-” “If anyone can do it, it's you, Mr Practice-makes-perfect.” As Raphael spoke he hooked an elbow around his elder brother’s neck, dragged his ugly head down and noogied the scales light heartedly.

“Get off! Raph!” Raph softened at the giggles that bubbled up. Sounds unheard since long before their Sensei’s passing. Raph let his victim go and stood up. He offered a hand with a mirthful grin. “Let’s go home, Leo-nerd-o.” Leo wasn’t born yesterday and betted the hand that would inevitably lead to a headlock or sharp yank or worse and stood up. “Last one home has to get Donnie to eat a full meal!” Leo called a second after he had already started running and lept from the rooftop. Things weren’t perfect. But they would be okay. This was probably the first talk of many- with all of his brothers. Things would never be the same but that was alright. Leo had his brothers.

Maybe one day he wouldn’t put his own life worth under those he cared for but that wasn’t likely.

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FINAL RESULTS

Heya guys! It's your favorite blueberry flavored son of a bitch here! SO! After running all the numbers and double triple checking, I'm here to bring you all the FINAL POINT TOTALS from tmnt write fight! Among a grand total of 70,403 points...

Hamato Clan with a whopping 31,201 points and 113 prompts filled And then the Foot Clan, with 39,201 points and 98 prompts filled An unbelievable upset! The Foot has overtaken the Hamatos by a grand margin, their plan of taking things slow and making longer fics paying off big time! Congratulations to all of our Foot Clan writers! Not only that, collectively, you all wrote a total of 500,929 words!! To put that in perspective, the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy is 481,103 words, and you all wrote more than that in the span of a month. Pretty impressive stuff! Thank you all again for participating, this was an amazing event with a way bigger turnout than we expected! We don't want to confirm anything quite yet, but we are hoping to do another one of these at some point (though likely a different month next year) and keep this a regular event for the community! With that, we're hoping to (maybe) release a survey at some point soon for people to share feedback and help decide how this event looks moving forwards. Until then, keep writing ninjas!

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.Dead asleeP.

Title: Chapter 6: AWAKE Prompt: You were peacefully sleeping when you suddenly wake up to the sound of a heart monitor steadily beeping somewhere nearby, and realize you are in the med-bay with no memory of what happened prior to this. // After watching movies with your siblings all night and passing out in the tv room, you wake up to find that you're alone. What happened? Fandom: ROTTMNT Word Count: 3,091 Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Teen and Up (I changed the rating cuz of some bloody scenes that happen in this chapter...) Characters: Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, Splinter, Draxum, minor Casey Jones Jr. & April Warning: NA Summary: Leonardo catches up on everything as the story comes to an end. Notes: The end

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All eyes turned to look at Leonardo. He grinned and waved hello to them, waiting for the upheaval of the peace that was undoubtedly coming straight for him. And so it did.

Mikey was the first, pouncing on Leo and crushing his bruised ribs underneath him. He coughed and groaned as the wind was knocked out of him. Donnie and Casey came next -- though Splinter and Raph were in a close second, only half a step behind them. Leo was bombarded with questions, tears, people yelling loudly trying to be heard over the cacophony of noise.

"Everyone, back away!" Draxum bellowed, commanding attention. "Give the boy some air."

Leo chuckled softly as Casey and Splinter gingerly took steps back, letting Leo have some space. Mikey stayed on top of Leo, crying into his chest and laughing every few seconds.

"You're here, you're awak!" he whispered enthusiastically. "You're okay, you're okay... you're okay, you're really here again..."

"Are you okay?" Casey asked, eyeing him over nervously. "Are you thirsty? Hungry? Does anything hurt??"

"Uhm..." Leo croaked hoarsely, clearing his throat and coughing again. "I-I could use some water?"

"I'll go get it," he said quickly, dashing away.

"Does anything hurt, Blue?" Splinter asked, taking CJ's place and grabbing his boy's hand.

"E-everything?" he mumbled, shifting his weight a bit under Mikey. "It all aches... es-specially m-my head."

Mikey crawled off of Leo, sniffling and wiping his face as he smiled at him.

"Sorry," he giggled. "I'm just so happy you're awake!"

Leo nodded with a weak smile. He was awake, true, but every second felt exhausting and draining. He kept trying to keep his eyes open, move his hands and fingers... Raph came over and sat by his bedside, holding his hand and smiling at him. Leo smiled back, until he saw the scars over his eye and the large crack in his plastron, the hole in his nuchal shell. He lifted his hand up and traced over the gash, watching as Raph's smile wavered, but stayed firm. A bit forced and half-fake, but still there. Leo looked up lazily at him, eyes searching for an answer.

"How... how did that happen...?" he whispered.

"You still don't remember?" Donnie asked, one drawn-on eyebrow raised.

"I thhhhink I dooooo?" Leo murmured. "I... I remember the invvvvvasion, but... ugh, my head..."

He reached up and pressed his palms against his forehead, hoping to alleviate the pounding sensation he felt.

"Donatello, go get the pain relievers. We will try to relieve the pain as best we can," Draxum ordered.

"Won't that cause him to slip back into the coma?" Donnie asked with concern.

"Not if we're careful. Just something small to assist with headache will suffice."

Donnie nodded and headed to the back of the room. Draxum came forward and began his examination of the bedbug, shining a small flashlight against his eyes as he did. Leo typically didn't enjoy people poking around him, least of all Baron Draxum, but he let the old goat look him over. Leo happened to glance over the side of his gurney and see tons of smudged chalk scribbles on the floor. He weakly pointed at them, and muttered a 'wazdat' at him.

"Mystic runes used for mind infiltration spells," he explained. "Similar to the ones I made when you and your brothers entered your father's memories."

"When we what?" Leo asked, his forehead furrowing.

"You don't recall?"

"I don't really recall a lot," Leo admitted, grumbling from the continued headache. "Bits and pieces. The dreams... they made me think we were back after we first banished the Shredder away. I'm a lil' confused on the current timeline."

"What do you remember last?" he inquired, as Casey Jones Jr. entered the room with a bottle of water and a straw.

Leo took long sips from the icy cold water, which revealed just how dry his throat actually was. He coughed after drinking down the wrong pipe, and the hacking hurt his chest and back. Raph helped him to sit up, propping pillows behind him and taking his hand to assist as Leo crawled in reverse until he was sitting semi-upright. It made drinking easier. After a few more minutes of gulping the water, he gently pushed it away so he could talk again. Donnie came by and helped Draxum fiddle with the anaesthesia, as Leo thought it over.

"I... I kinda remember..." he paused, trying to recall just how much had been lost or misplaced in his mind. "The Shredder's arrival. And working with Big Mama to banish him. Then the lair games, Piebald... Uh... We got mystically poisoned? By Meat Sweats??"

It was more of a question than anything. He wasn't completely sure about that one. It was so silly and out of place, that it could have very well been a dream-fabricated memory. But the nods from the group let him know that was real.

"Did... did I go in the Maze of Death by myself?" he asked, recalling that memory.

"No, you didn't," Raph explained, still holding onto Leo's hand. "That was just a dream."

"Oh."

Leo blinked as he thought some more.

"I definitely remember dinner with you," Leo chuckled, shakily pointing to Draxum. "And then... I think I remember some kinda basketball game?"

"With Tim Dunkman," Donnie nodded. "Then you'll obviously recall how I single-handedly won that game of baské-ball."

"What?" Leo laughed. "Did you actually? No, you totally didn't! ........ Did you??"

"Stop messin' with him," raph scolded, smacking Donnie upside the head. "We all collectively won the game. You made the winning score, though. But keep going, anything else?"

Leo continued to describe his memories one by one, and had a few adventures filled in the blanks that he forgot. He remembered Doing some kid of pirate-brother-bonding experience with Señor Hueso, but barely recalled doing the Jupiter Jim sidekick contest. He remembered some kind of spa day at the Hidden City, but had absolutely no idea what his brothers were talking about when they mentioned an adventure with 'Warren Stone 2'. It took some memory-jogging, but Leo eventually remembered the time April and Splinter fought the weirdly obsessed actor Kristoff Van Bradford. At first he couldn't remember the final battle with the Shredder, or how his family had been mystically trapped in an orb by Big Mama and they were made to fight her champions. He did not remember the months after. Not until he saw Raph's awkward expression, and smelled his 'I'm uncomfortable and feel kinda guilty' stink.

And then it all came flooding back.

And Leo wept bitterly, because the words of his nightmare came flooding back, the desperate want to escape and atone for sins. Months wasted fighting and digging a rift between himself and his family, fueled by ego and selfish pride. He remembered all the hateful words exchanged, all the fistfights, and the tears, and the screaming matches, and the sleepless nights. Leo sobbed so much that snot drooled from his nose. His face was soaked. Donnie was kind enough to blame the reaction on the meds he was dosed with affecting his emotions and overstimulating them. True, he did feel kind of odd and his feelings did feel ramped up. But this was genuine, all the same. Even so, he let them believe Donnie's excuse.

Raphael held Leo's hand tightly. He smiled. No, he sh-shouldn't -- he, he can't just... forgive him! Not after everything he did to them, not after how much he hurt him... Leo continued to sob until he started to hiccup. The hiccups hurt his chest, stalled his breathing -- Casey Jr. shoved the cup back into his hands and ordered him to drink. Leo did, confused, but found that it's very hard to cry and drink water at the same time. He nodded to CJ in gratitude as he finished the water and requested more. As soon as Casey left, Leo asked for more information about the invasion.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Splinter asked, his voice hushed as he came and rubbed Leo's head affectionately. "We can wait --"

"N-no, I wanna know," Leo whimpered. "I-I remember... I remember the ship, and the Prison Dimension."

The room fell silent.

"But I don't remember what came next... Was... There was a portal? Who did that, how did that happen?" he asked, looking around the room for a face that would reveal it all.

Mikey slowly raised his hand. And Leo only now noticed the odd spiderweb scars that traced down his arms, like broken glass.

"I did," he announced, a smile creeping on his face. "That was cool, right?"

"YOU did that?" Leo asked, eyes wide. "Really??"

Mikey nodded with extreme enthusiasm. He looked so proud and pleased with himself.

"Wow. Okay. I missed a lot, then... So, if Mikey pulled me out of the Prison Dimension, does that mean that the Krang..."

"He's gone forever," Raph insisted. "We promise."

Leo almost started crying again, out of relief. Nope, scratch that, he was crying again.

"Maybe turn the dosage on his meds down, Dee?" Raph suggested.

"And then what?" Leo asked in between sniffles. "Mikey pulled me out, happy ever after... How did I end up here?"

"...Well, you were fine at first," Mikey mumbled. "At least, we thought so. You were talking, cracking jokes, and then..."

"You fainted," Donnie finished. "You mumbled something about getting pizza and feeling sleepy, and the next thing we knew your eyes had rolled back in your head and you went limp. Raph carried you all the way home."

"I held your hand, though!" Mikey chimed in, not wanting Leo to assume that he'd left him alone.

"Thanks, Miguel," Leo smiled. "So, I just... tapped out?"

"Your injuries were extensive and severe," Draxum jutt in. "You were incredibly lucky. If they'd gotten you back to your abode any later, you might not have made it."

"What do you mean? I might not have --" Leo swallowed. "You-- you're saying I almost --"

Every pair of eyes darted away. Splinter looked pale, like he might puke or faint or burst into tears. Raph squeezed Leo's hand, and Donnie fidgeted with his battle-shell. Mikey rested his chin on the gurney, not looking directly at Leo but still with him.

"...Oh. Is that why you guys were so... the way that you were in the dreamworld?" Leo wondered.

"Partially," Raph admitted. "Mostly... you were asleep for seven whole days, Leo. We were getting really worried."

"Draxum mentioned that the Yokai had a mystical procedure to help wake up patients who had gone comatose, and suggested we try it," Mikey continued.

"It... was a long shot, but we took it," Donnie sighed. "We weren't sure what would happen to you if you stayed unconscious and unresponsive for much longer. We were desperate."

Leo exchanged looks with his three brothers and smiled.

"Well... thanks, guys," he exhaled. "Really. Thank you."

Mikey squealed with delight before climbing back up onto the bed and hugging Leo again. Donnie came over and rubbed his head. It looked like Raph would never let go of Leo's hand.

"So... can we, uh, not talk about some of the stuff that happened in my dream?" Leo requested.

"Are you kidding me?" Mikey asked, half-joking. "Dr. Feelings is ready and chomping at the bit! Leo, the best cure to face a nightmare is to talk about it!"

"Yeah, I get that, but I don't. Want to. Is that okay?"

"...Y-yeah. Okay," MIkey relented. "We don't have to talk about yet. But we should. You NEED TO, Leo. I can tell."

Leo sighed and pet Mikey's head as he laid his own head down on the pillow he sat against.

"Sure thing, mi hermanito. Recibo el mensaje."

Mikey nodded and then laid his head to rest once more.

"Well, if you four are finished with your little reunions --" Draxum interrupted, parting Donnie and Raph like the Red Sea, "-- then I believe some rest is in order."

"What!" Leo gagged. "You're crazy if you think I'm going back to sleep!"

"I wasn't referring to you," Draxum corrected, reaching over and lifting a half-asleep Mikey off of him. "Your brothers spent an exorbitant amount of mystic energy to rescue you. They need rest to replenish that energy."

Leo watched as Raph yawned, struggling to stand up from his energy deprivation. Donnie stood beside him and hoisted him up as best he could.

"Do... do they have to go?"

"Do they not need sleep?" Draxum asked, exercising the fullest extent of his sarcasm. "I did not know that I programmed that into their DNA."

"So funny I forgot to laugh," Leo grumbled. "But for real, c-can they stay in here? Like -- like, can they get the cots out or -- or m-maybe I could stay in one of their rooms?"

"I cannot tell if you are joking or not," Draxum sighed.

"It's cool, Drax," Raph sighed, giving Donnie a break as he strode over to Leo and began to push the gurney out of the room to follow the rest of the Hamatos. "I got an idea..."

One phone call to April later, and the whole gang found themselves resting in the main living room of the new lair. April had come in with soft drinks and softer foods for Leo to try and eat. Nothing heavy or too rich. Mikey and Donnie filled the room with pillows and blankets, even a few mattresses they had stored away. They'd set up the projector to play Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim films on loop. Leo was placed centerfold on the couch, an IV bag carried in with him to help. They spent the night talking about anything and everything. April cried when she saw Leo on the couch, as he waved hello to her and laughed at her expression. Though, he ended up crying, too. Leo refused to sleep for quite some time, and understandably no one forced him to. April stayed awake the longest, sitting beside Leo as the movies droned on. Mikey was the first to pass out, considering how much energy he depleted in the dreamworld. Raph and Donnie were next, falling asleep in each others' arms and snoring together. Casey Jr. was next -- he might not have helped in the dreams, but he had spent the entire two days (yes, two days) they were in there tending to Leo and helping around the lair, assisting Splinter in any way he could. Casey was unofficially/officially his son now.

But Leo was scared to sleep again. And could you blame him? After everything that he had been through...

The good news was, his family was there to stay with him. Through everything -- the good and the bad and the earth-shattering. They were there.

Leo relaxed. He watched the breathing patterns of his brothers as the rested. He watched Casey as he slept, still clutching his hockey-stick-weapon-thing as he rested in a sitting position against the couch. Old habits die hard, Leo guessed. He watched April drool onto her pillow. He snickered. This was good. This was safe. He was safe. Leo spread himself across the couch, embracing the full comfort of home. His eyes closed.

No, wait!! That was just what happened last time!!

Leo snapped awake, anxiety filling him up again when he realized that he had been asleep. He scrambled, kicking the blanket off the couch as --

Wait a minute, he wasn't on the couch anymore?

Leo looked around him, and found that he had been moved to sleep onto a mattress cushion with his siblings. His jostlings had woken Raph up, who stared at him wide-eyed as he tried to find the danger. Leo glanced around the room, trying to figure out what had happened. He was sleeping on the same mattress Raph and Donnie had been on, but now Mikey slept along with them, April and Casey joined in at the corners. Leo was in the center, encompassed by them all.

"W-what happened --???" he panicked.

"You were whimpering in your sleep earlier," Raph whispered, comforting Leo as best he could. "We moved you to sleep with us. It seemed to help."

"I... I don't want to sleep anymore," Leo gasped, gripping Raph's hand as tight as he could.

"That's okay," Raph smiled. "You don't have to sleep tonight. It's okay, you're okay..."

"Th-this happened before," Leo frantically sputtered, still twitching from the shock of being woken up from anxiety. "I-I woke up and they were gone -- they were gone, this is too good, I'm dreaming again -- Please don't tell me I'm dreaming again, I can't --"

"Leo," Raph grabbed the injured slider and pulled him into a cradling hug, rocking back and forth to calm him as he kept the panicked teen in a bear hug. "You're not dreaming. You aren't back there. You're not trapped anymore. It's okay, we're real. I swear on my life that you are safe."

Leo watched as Raph took his hand and formed a red hologram over it. The ninpo covered over Leo's hand as well. He felt the sparkling energy fill him up from the inside out. This was real. Raph was real. He was awake and alive and safe.

"...Thank you," he mumbled. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"You're welcome."

Raph stayed with Leo, holding him close and rocking him back and forth. Leo drifted off and snapped awake several times in the night, over and over again. Raph was so good to him, staying awake the entire time to make sure he could comfort Leo if he needed it. At some point, Leo realised it was okay. He could rest. And Raph needed the sleep, too.

"Raph?"

"Yeah?" the big brother replied, still smiling kindly at him.

"...I'm sorry for. Everything. Before the invasion. And during. And after."

"I'll forgive you," Raph whispered. "If you promise to forgive yourself."

Leo sucked in a breath and nodded.

"Okay."

"Good."

It was quiet. Apart from the films playing on the projector screen.

"...Raph?"

"Yeah?"

"...I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too."

"...I think I wanna try going to sleep."

"Okay. I think you should try."

"Yeah. Hey, uh... could you promise to be there when I wake up?"

Raphael hugged Leo one last time before helping him get situated back into the turtle pile.

"Absolutely."

And in the morning, he was true to his word.

And Leo had no dreams that night.

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Chain of Events

@tmnt-write-fight Attack For @turtle--thoughts

Based on their prompt:

TMNT 2003, Donnie not coping as well as he seems with both the aftermath of Good Genes and how that indirectly led to the Foot Mystics being freed (bonus if Hurt/Comfort ensues)

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Word Count: 4021

Donatello liked to think of himself as the most sensible among his family. His scientific mind was easily capable of putting logic first in any given scenario, and dealing with any emotional fallout after the fact. He knows this quirk has more or less become a skill in the last couple years, given all the wild adventures he and his brothers have found themselves on, adventures that often compounded on top of each other with hardly any breathing room in between. That’s the old saying, isn’t it? Out of the frying pan and into the fryer?

That was probably the best description he had for the events of the last couple months. First it was some mutant monsters, courtesy of Bishop’s outbreak, then a persistent cold that refused to break, which naturally culminated in a seemingly blackout weekend that started in April’s apartment and ended at Area 51 of all places, after which Donnie was told he’d actually transformed into a raging monster himself. Huh…

The downtime after that was consequently spent resting by order of his family, and trying in vain to remember any of it for himself. Though he had noticed some small changes in that time, his logical mind concluded that he would just take longer to heal. He was the only mutant affected by the outbreak, after all. His recovery was bound to be different, right?

Weeks that felt agonizingly slow in the moment became far too brief when they were whisked away to Japan to train with the Ninja Tribunal, and informed of the looming threat of the Shredder Tengu and his Foot Mystics. None of them could afford to rest with the world at stake, and it meant everyone was essentially teetering between deep exhaustion and tense anxiety. The lighter moments were few and far between, and even those had been tainted by the deaths of their new friends and the Tribunal at the hands of the Mystics.

Those stupid Mystics.

Their most recent encounter with them was still at the forefront of Donatello’s mind. How could it not be? Considering they’d managed to resurrect their master from his grave and nearly put Karai in one of her own…

And they dropped the bombshell that’s been rattling Don’s head all night.

You are the ones who sealed her fate.

Without you we could never have freed the Shredder,

For it was you that freed us.

When you took that crystal on behalf of Agent Bishop,

You set a chain of events in motion that led to—

Everything that was currently going wrong in their lives.

He couldn’t dodge quickly enough. He couldn’t recognize his cold for what it really was. He couldn't be there to help Leatherhead, which left Bishop and Stockman as their only other option.

And they still couldn’t entirely fix him.

Don had made it into the bathroom earlier to wash up and prepare for another day of waiting to see what might happen, but having the revelation from the Mystics intruding his every thought has also managed to bring up issues he thought he’d set aside.

Like the fact that his nails are still tougher and sharper.

It isn’t by much, no where near as bad as his brothers had described from his temporarily monstrous state, but they still weren’t back to normal. Donnie tried to cut them just before they’d been Shanghaied (as Mikey put it), only to nearly break the clippers with how much extra effort it took. Even the scissors struggled with the job. If that wasn’t enough, it seemed his nails would only grow back into the same pointed shape, regardless of how flat he cut them.

Don couldn’t really convince himself that it was just in his head either, that it was some anxious response his brain manufactured if his nails got too long, because while they took a month or so to grow back, the scarring was always there.

He didn’t have to be a genius to understand why. He went from being 5’2” and 180 pounds to over seven feet tall and double his weight in a matter of seconds. He knew there’d be stretch marks, and considering how fast the “cure” took effect, he’s surprised he didn’t have more. Donnie wasn’t necessarily bothered by them cosmetically, but the fact that they were always there served as a constant reminder that their weekend at Bishop’s was real, and not just some wild story his brothers had made up to freak him out.

Don’s also not entirely unconvinced that his temporary growth spurt may have affected his actual growth, too. He and his brothers had only just turned eighteen, and he was sure they were bound to grow at least once more, mutated status not withstanding. In the weeks since his recovery though, he’s noticed himself looking down at his brothers more and more, which just felt wrong. They’ve been the same height for so many years, and being next to the youngest among the four, he didn’t expect his growth spurt to happen first. Rationally, he knew it was possible, but a deep part of his brain kept whispering that it wasn’t probable.

Unless there was something helping it along.

With this whispering in the back of his mind, Donnie began checking every drawer and cabinet in April’s bathroom for a tape measure. He rustled desperately through all of them, knowing he could’ve been quieter and more respectful of their host’s space, but his anxiety was taking on a mind of its own. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, and let the tape unroll until it was just touching the floor. Don moved in front of the mirror, holding the tape upright in one hand and pinching it off with the other where it met the top of his head. He slowly brought it down to see—

5’6”

—He really wasn’t imaging things, huh?

His infection had left him permanently scarred, permanently changed, and may now lead to the end of the world—

Nope! Nuh uh. Don was not going to hop on that little train of thought right now. Shredder and the Mystics were out somewhere, plotting their next move. Karai has yet to wake up, let alone recover from all her injuries, and they all needed to focus on understanding these new “Dragon-forms” of theirs before they could even think of using them in battle again. Donnie took a moment to breath, to find his center, and move all the spiralling fears to the back burner. There’d be plenty of time to deal with them when the world wasn’t at stake.

When he finally felt fit enough to leave, he reached for the doorknob and flicked off the light—

Red…

His eyes… were red!

Don yelped, backing away from the shocking sight until his shell collided with the wall, staring in abject horror at the glowing orbs reflected in the mirror.

He knew they were his. Despite the almost complete darkness of the bathroom, he could still see himself in the mirror clear as day.

His normal self.

Donnie takes careful steps back toward the mirror, reaching for the light switch hesitantly.

When he flicks it on again, everything seems fine. His irises are invisible beneath the white membranes, and opening those reveals their natural hazel colour.

When he flicks the light off, the burning red returns.

On again, nothing.

Off again, bloody crimson.

He continues toggling the light switch as his brain struggles to make sense of this new quirk of his. The reflection staring back at him was clear, despite the minimal lighting in the small room, the only source other than the main light being a small emergency bulb plugged in just above the vanity. He couldn’t recall at the moment if his night vision’s been any better in the last several weeks, but he figures a hulking turtle monster would probably need it for killing hunting its prey. He hadn’t had much opportunity to catch a glimpse of his own reflection while they were training in Japan (nor did he want to, given the state of his scars). If his family and friends ever noticed anything in the low candlelight they were often surrounded by, surely they would’ve brought it up with him, meaning they hadn’t seen it, which meant it wasn’t as bad as he thought and he could probably forget about it until—

“Donnie!”

The interruption, coupled with a hand snatching his own away from the light switch, startles Donatello out of the spiral. He catches Leonardo’s eyes in the mirror, gazing back at him and full of worry.

 “You trying to round up April’s electricity bill or something?” The elder speaks with a soft chuckle, but they can both tell it’s forced. The concerned stare never drops.

“No, I…” If they haven’t brought it up, that means they haven’t noticed… “It just stopped working for a minute. All good now.”

“Really?” Leo squints at him, “I was sure I could see the light flickering from down the hall.”

“… I must’ve had the wrong switch then,” Donnie tries. “It was the fan that wasn’t working.” He toggles the other switch to prove his point. “And now it’s working fine! Sorry about that, Leo.”

Donnie really tries to get past his big brother, but a hand catches his upper arm before he can make the doorjamb.

“Don, look at me.”

He refuses at first, keeping his gaze locked on the tile floor. He doesn’t want Leo to notice.

“Please…”

It’s the desperation that breaks him, so Don slowly looks up.

He’s definitely shorter than me now.

“What’s going on with you?”

Leo speaks so gently, so patiently, like he was afraid of scaring off a wild animal, and Don finally let’s everything boil over.

“It’s my fault.”

He doesn’t know when he started crying, or when standing became such a chore, but Leo catches him before he can fall, and lowers them both down against the vanity.

“Talk to me,” Leo pleads, as he pulls him into a side hug and rubs his upper arm comfortingly. “What do you think is your fault?”

“Everything,” Donnie breathes out. “The Mystics were set loose because you guys had to save me, because I couldn’t move fast enough. Everyone that they’ve hurt, that The Shredder hurts, it’s on me!”

“Don—”

“And I thought I could ignore it. If I could focus on fixing everything and saving the world, I could worry about the why and how later. But my scars, my body… it’s always gonna be different and it’s always gonna be proof of just how bad I—”

“Donnie.” Leo grabs him by both shoulders, turning to face him head-on. “Listen to me, and listen well. This is not your fault.”

He wants to protest, but Leo presses on. “None of us knew what the Mystics really were when we stole the crystal. And I don’t think we would’ve even considered the possibility of another Shredder before Splinter and the Ancient One first talked about him. You might be a genius, Don, but as good as you are at preparing for the future, you can’t predict it. I promise, it’s nothing we would ever hold against you, so there’s no need to hold it against yourself.”

As nice as it was to hear, Donnie’s still not convinced. “You heard what the Mystics said, though. This nightmare wouldn’t even be possible if I hadn’t gotten infected in the first place.”

Leonardo’s expression softens, but the determination doesn’t go away. “You can’t take what the Mystics say to heart. They’d say anything to distract us if it made defeating us easier. Besides, the day you were infected, it could’ve easily been one of us instead. We all make mistakes sometimes, and no matter how good or bad they work out, we just gotta move forward and learn from them, not spend time dwelling on them.”

“It’s harder when your mistake could bring about the end of the world, though.” Donnie draws further into himself, and Leo can feel the argument becoming lost. He thinks for a moment, drawing on anything that might truly make Donnie believe him.

“…If you really need someone to blame for this, then it would be my fault.”

Donnie’s face shoots up like a rocket. “No. What— why would you even say that?”

“Because we were the ones who stole the crystal,” Leo puts simply. “You had no say in the decision at the time, and since I’m the leader, the responsibility falls to me.”

“Leo, that doesn’t make any sense, even by your own logic,” Donnie argues emphatically. “You didn’t know about Shredder and the Mystics either, and you were still doing it to save me.”

“The responsibility doesn’t solely fall on you, Don—”

“But it doesn’t fall on you either! I thought you already got that through your head when you were with the Ancient One!”

They’re both surprised by the outburst, and Donnie feels like he’s sinned somehow. None of them really talked about Leo’s guilt complex after his trip abroad unless they really needed to, and Don’s just gone and used it against him like it was nothing.

He was just making things worse.

“Leo, I—"

“No, Don, it’s okay.” Despite what Donnie believes, he does in fact look okay. “You guys don’t need to walk on eggshells around me anymore. I know I still have things to work through, and I am, but that’s not why I would be responsible for all of this.”

“Leo, you’re not—”

“It’s because I would do it all over again, knowing the Mystics would be set free, knowing the Shredder would be set free, as long as we got you back.”

The silence in the bathroom is heavy. Donnie is too stunned to speak for a moment, and what comes out is ripe with disbelief. “How… how could you say that? How can you even justify that? I’m one person, one mutant. I’m not…” He feels like he’s gonna start crying again.

“You are to us,” Leo pleads, gripping his shoulders tightly. His face takes on a faraway look before he continues. “I don’t know if you remember, but you would’ve died without a cure.”

Donnie remembers. Leatherhead gave him a complete rundown of what had happened as soon as he was coherent enough to receive it. “Leatherhead was the one who found it, though.”

“Yeah,” Leo confirms, “and he admits that without Bishop’s lab resources, he doesn't know if you would’ve received it in time.”

Donnie hunches uncomfortably. He can’t really argue with that.

Leo turns back to him, looking earnestly at him. “We can’t survive without you, Don. If saving the world means losing you forever, I don’t think I could live with making that call, and I know Raph and Mikey couldn’t either. You’re too important to us, and I need you to see that.”

He says it like a confession, and for a brief moment, Donnie is struck by an image of his brother thirty years older, more haggard and world-wearier than he could ever believe, blinded by combat, but still no less of a warrior.

He realizes for the first time that things could’ve been even worse than they already were. His logical mind starts firing again, and he wonders just how long the Mystics have been looking for a way to break free of their prison. If it hadn’t been Bishop, would it have been someone else? Would his brothers have been left to fight them off without him, or with a monstrous version of him who couldn’t support them the same way he could now?

Would they have already fallen apart before they had the chance?

That alternate future was already a frightening enough nightmare for Donatello. The idea that it could have easily come to fruition in his own dimension, and so soon too, was paralyzing. Thinking about this, he supposes he’s grateful that it hadn’t been worse. The fact that he and his brothers were all here, together, meant that they had a better chance of succeeding, just as they had there. The future may be unpredictable, but in his case, it at least set a precedent.

The reminder of his monstrous potential does derail his relief, however, as Donnie takes in the marks he can see from his position on the floor. He musters his courage, but still worries what kind of answer he’ll get when he finally asks the question that’s been plaguing his head for months. “Even if I came back from Bishop’s different? Or… wrong?”

Leonardo feels the shift in his brother’s anxieties, and follows it just as quickly. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Donatello, I swear.” He gives Donnie a once over. “Your scars, they don’t cause you pain, do they?”

Don shakes his head.

“Then the way I see it, they’re proof that you survived. Proof that you’re strong enough to get through whatever life throws in front of you. It’s nothing you need to hide, and it’s certainly nothing you need to be ashamed of.”

Leo massages his left shoulder as he says this, and Donnie can picture the chunk missing from the shell on his back. He knows his brother is speaking from experience, and supposes he can be grateful that most of his deep muscle pain had subsided during his recovery.

“What about my eyes?” He asks.

Leo tilts his head at him. “What about them?”

Donnie slips out of his brother’s hold, standing to face the mirror again. Leo quickly follows suite, glancing between his brother and their reflections. Don looks him in the eye one last time before he shuts the light off again.

As expected, his irises glow bright red beneath their membranes.

“Oh, wow.”

Donnie turns toward his brother’s reflection anxiously.

He looks back reassuringly. “It’s not bad, I promise. Just surprised me a little.”

Don’s not sure he believes that. “Have you guys really not noticed?”

Leo shrugs. “Our membranes glow under certain lights too, don’t they? It could just be this one that’s setting it off.” He points to the orange-tinted emergency light.

Donnie supposes that’s possible, but the fact that it’s visible even beneath the protective membrane concerns him. “What if it becomes a problem on missions? Or it gets worse?”

“Then we’ll deal with it if it happens,” Leo asserts. “You don’t know that it ever will, Don.”

You can’t predict the future, he recalls.

Donnie chooses not to tell him about his nails, given how they might fall into that same state of limbo, but from where they stand in front of the mirror, the other change is made glaringly obvious.

“I’m taller than you guys now,” he whispers.

“What?”

“Oh, come on,” Donnie faces him, now slightly annoyed. “I know you’ve at least had to notice that.”

Leo shrugs again, seeming somewhat guilty. “Maybe a little.”

Despite the apprehension, Don’s surprised to see no discomfort in his brother’s expression. “And that doesn’t upset you?”

“Should it?”

Donnie scoffs. “We’ve been the same size our entire lives, Leo. It doesn’t bother you that you need to look up at me now?”

“Well,” he thinks, “it would probably bug me more if you were rubbing it in my face all the time.” He finishes with a chuckle.

Donnie frowns. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Leo makes sure to give Donnie his most sincere expression. “Look, for all the things the four of us have in common, we still have our differences. I don’t expect that to change as we get older, and I’m sure you know that it won’t.”

Donnie thinks for a moment. He’s never really investigated their mutations all that much, aside from what’s required for medical treatment and general upkeep. Though they were all originally exposed to the same ooze, that couldn’t guarantee they’d all be affected the same way, or how they’d be affected in the long term. They were still just teenagers, after all. They could potentially have years left to grow before they stopped.

“Besides,” Leo continues, “having your growth spurt first doesn’t mean much when it’s only a few inches. Mikey could very well be looking down at you by next week.”

The mental image is like a jump scare. After recovering from the shock, Donnie shoves him by the shoulder. “Why would you say that?” He laughs it off before he can think about it too hard, laughter that Leo immediately joins in on. They eventually go back to sitting on the bathroom floor as it tapers off.

The silence that follows is a lot more comfortable than it had been before. As they catch their breath, Donnie can feel that at least a few of his anxieties have simmered down for the time being.

Leo wraps and arm around Don’s shoulders, squeezing him slightly. “Regardless of who ends up being the tallest, or how tall any of us get, just remember that we’ll always be brothers, so we’ll be dealing with it together.”

Donnie smiles up at him. “I know.”

“And we’ll do the same with the Tengu Shredder,” Leo remarks, smiling back at Don. “Right?”

Donnie’s a little surprised by the return to their original conversation.

He doesn’t answer fast enough, apparently, because Leo leans in and repeats, “Am I right?”

After everything they’ve talked about, every argument proposed and rebuked, Donnie finds he can’t really disagree with him right now. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Leo replies cooly. “I am still the oldest, after all.”

Donnie knocks into his side, feeling fond exasperation for just how cheesy his big brother can be when he’s trying to cheer them up.

The sound of footsteps makes them both look to the door, where Raphael appears a second later. He switches the main light on, blinking like he’s still half asleep. He peers for someone at eye level before his gaze drops to the turtles huddled together on the floor. “What’s going on in here?”

“Nothing.” “Impromptu sibling hug.”

Raph pinches between his eyes. He’s definitely just woken up. “One at a time, please.”

“Just get down here,” Leo exclaims.

The two seem to have one of their silent conversations before the red-clad turtle complies. “Fine, if no one else cares that this is a bathroom, I guess.” He takes a seat beside Donnie, looking them both over unsubtly.

He must find something that tips him off to Don’s prior distress, because Raph looks at him a bit softer now. “Seriously, you all good, bro?”

Donnie glances back at Leo for a moment, who has a knowing smile on his face. It makes him more confident that everything will in fact turn out okay. “Yeah,” he turns to Raph, smiling. “I think I will be.”

Raph smiles back at him, joining the hug and squeezing him tightly.

He’s about to complain about the air his lungs are losing when Mikey appears in the doorway, surprising all but him.

“Woah woah woah! You’re doing a group hug without me?”

“Mikey, don’t—”

Raph’s protests fall on deaf ears as the youngest leaps at the huddle, crushing the air out of all of them when he lands.

“Thanks for that, Mikey,” Leo squeaks out.

“No problem,” Mikey replies as he moves into a more comfortable sitting position. “Every team needs their star player, right? And no one gives better hugs than this guy.”

He proves his point by wrapping his arms tightly around Donnie, who’s now trying to figure out how Mikey knew they were in there for him. He stops thinking about it when the others join in from either side, instead focusing on the warmth, belonging, and love he feels being at the center of the turtle pile.

“Not that I wanna cut this short, but I’d still like to brush my teeth sometime today,” Raph teases.

They all laugh at the complaint, but manage to stay huddled on the floor for an extra fifteen minutes. If the lighter moments were gonna be few and far between right now, they might as well savour every second of them.

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I did it -- my first ever fic!! I trust you all not to judge my literary skills too harshly :)

This is for @personne-writes prompt: fatherhood (any character/iteration)

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TMNT Write Fight Fic: Draxum's Super Special Suprise Party

Prompt by @orchard-keeper: "[Rise] Mikey enlists Huginn and Muninn to help him learn more about his newest father figure: Baron Draxum. Leo and Donnie are not thrilled with their youngest brother's newest obsession. And they are especially dreading the super special super secret spectacular surprise birthday party Mikey is planning." @tmnt-write-fight

Word Count: 1,510

Summary: Mikey knew he needed help to learn a little more about Draxum, and he knew right where to find it. Unfortunately, their help might or might not be as helpful as they think it is.

"He's how old?"

"Dunno, kid. He's a yōkai, it's kinda hard to tell. Middle aged, so probably, what, three hundred? Four?"

"He always struck me as distinguished. I'm gonna say a respectable five."

Mikey nodded, scribbling in his notebook. "And what's his birthday?"

They looked at each other and shrugged, totally clueless. "Gargoyles aren't usually invited to celebrate birthdays with their boss," Huginn said. "And honestly? He doesn't seem like a birthday kind of guy."

Muninn nodded. "Yeah."

Mikey slammed his notebook closed. "Well, guess what? We're gonna fix that! It's settled: we're giving Draxum the best birthday party ever!"

The gargoyles pointed at themselves and then each other. We?

Across the room, Leo groaned, and Donnie facepalmed. Raph had already left halfway through Mikey's questions to Huginn and Muninn on their newest addition to the family, saying he had 'better things to do than put up with this nonsense.' Leo and Donnie stayed though. It helped that Mikey had chosen to hold his question and answer session in the same room where the two of them were stuck together, trapped in Donnie's new experimental F.A.B. Spray. Literally a captive audience.

"Are you even sure he likes birthday parties? He seems like the kind of guy who likes to ruin people's birthday parties, to me. Personally. You know, smash people's faces in the cake, stomp on the presents, throw people off roofs…"

"He'll like the super special super secret spectacular surprise birthday party we throw him for sure!" Mikey said, feeling the optimism well up inside of him. Who didn't like birthday parties? Honestly. Nobody, that's who. Even Draxum had to like them when they were super special.

He pressed his hands to Huginn and Muninn's backs, pulling them close so he could whisper deviously, but sugar-sweet, because he wasn't threatening them, no sir: "And the two of you are gonna help me make sure that it's as super and special and spectacular as possible, and most importantly? Secret."

Huginn swallowed. Muninn saluted. "Y-yes, boss."

---

"Reporting!" Muninn said. "So I went looking for his favorite color, like you asked, and…"

Michelangelo stared at him expectantly. There was this look in his eyes. Muninn didn't know how to pin it down, exactly. He just knew it sent shivers down his spine.

Muninn started sweating. How was this kid so scary? Quick, make something up. Michelangelo's face was… "…g-green?"

Michelangelo set down his pen. "So you're telling me… his favorite color… is green?"

Muninn nodded, gulping.

Michelangelo perked up, and if Muninn were the type to have an active imagination, he might have pictured a beautiful spray of flowers and sparkles in the background as Michelangelo grinned from ear to ear, looking delighted. "Of course! Green, the color of spring, of new beginnings! A lively color, a little on the cool side, but with a little time and patience, it can warm right up!"

…was he still talking about the color?

Muninn wasn't gonna ask.

---

Huginn had the best prize of all! If he wasn't a buff gargoyle, the weight of the book in his arms would be dragging him down right about now, but luckily he was a buff gargoyle and the book felt as light as a feather. Maybe not a feather. But close.

"Michelangelo!" He called, knocking on the sewer entrance. The turtle that slid the door open wasn't Michelangelo, though. It was Leonardo. Donatello? Leonardo. The one with the red stripes on his eyes.

"Oh. You."

Leonardo tried to slide the door closed, but Huginn stuck a paw in before it could shut all the way. "Wait!" he called, "can you just- I need you to give this to Michelangelo. I'll get out of your…" wait, he didn't have hair. "…scales, if you'll just take it."

Leonardo slid the door open just wide enough to give Huginn a good look at his skeptically raised brow. "Is this about the super… whatever-"

"-super special super secret spectacular surprise birthday party, yeah," Huginn finished. He lifted the book so Leonardo could get a good look.

Leonardo sniffed, looking down at Draxum's secret scrapbook like it was going to bite him or something. After a long moment, though, he took it. "Fine," he said, sounding very put out.

Huginn would take it.

---

(That book never made it to Mikey. Leo enjoyed using it as a doorstop, until the day Draxum realized it was misplaced and used a summoning charm on it.)

"Uh, I think he likes… goats."

"Sounds on brand. I'll buy that."

---

Leo was at his wit's end, honestly.

It took a lot to get Mikey to focus, usually, but when he focused it was always on the most random things. Normally it was things like fancy scents, or some recipes from a hyper-specific region of France, or like, breeding chili peppers to create something 'hot with a few floral notes,' whatever that meant.

Leo always took them in stride, he loved to hear Mikey chatter on happily about his newest hyperfixations, but this one was geared perfectly towards getting on his nerves. Draxum, of all people.

Draxum!!!

Of all people.

Leo wanted to scream.

---

"I think he likes soup."

Mikey's head popped up. "Soup?"

"Yeah. He's got a lot of it in his cupboards."

Michelangelo tapped the pen against his chin thoughtfully. "Not because it's easy to make and shelf stable… but because he likes it…" Muninn shivered. To be honest, that thought hadn't even occurred to him. "…Of course!"

---

"I think he might like folksy music. You know, like polka. I don't know, it's just a vibe I get."

---

Huginn and Muninn were great at getting information.

Was the information accurate? Ehhh.

---

"And… ta-da!" Mikey pulled his hands away from Draxum's eyes, letting him see the room he'd been ushered into just moments earlier. As he did so, some confetti burst and fluttered to the ground from somewhere in the background.

It was….

"Very green," Draxum observed, sounding a little confused, but he hadn't had a birthday in a while, much less a super special super secret spectacular surprise birthday party, so that was totally understandable. Mikey had decorated the main room of the lair in green streamers, green tablecloths, green utensils… the only things that weren't green were the pictures of goats.

And there were many.

Polka blasted from Donnie's precious speakers; Mikey had had to pull out Doctor Delicate Touch to get Donnie to let him 'sully them' with it, but it was worth it. Hearing the tubas groaning in crystal clarity amongst the bopping clarinet beats.

"We've got a soup bar," Mikey waved at the various crockpots plugged into the wall, "which is kind of like a salad bar but with soup!" It was fancy. So fancy. One of Mikey's best works, actually, and he was quite proud of it.

"Would you mind explaining what exactly the occasion is? The vibes I'm getting are a little confusing," Draxum admitted, sounding a little hesitant.

Of course! It had been a while, he probably forgot what a birthday party looked like. "It's your birthday! Look, your favorite color, your favorite animal… your favorite meal. We didn't know when your actual birthday was, so we picked a day and decided to celebrate! Any day can be a birthday if you believe hard enough."

Draxum looked even more lost for half a second, until Splinter nudged him with an elbow. Then he coughed into a hand. "Oh, yes. Of course. How could I possibly have misunderstood."

Raph was happily gobbling up the soup, not paying attention to anything but his bowl and the next one he already had lined up, but Leo and Donnie were there under protest. Mikey had tied them up and strapped green birthday hats to their heads, seating them at the table. No soup for them.

Donny had freed himself of his bonds long ago, but had gotten absorbed in something on his phone so he was mostly just lounging with his eyes glued to it, occasionally making flat, halfhearted sounds of protest for being forced to be there. It was possible he'd mostly stayed to laugh at Leo, but Mikey would take it.

Draxum deserved to have a fun birthday party. With people in attendance. And since Mikey was pretty sure he had no friends…

After spooning himself a bowl of some chicken noodle and taking a seat, Draxum glanced over at Huginn and Muninn, who were deep into their own bowls of chili. They waved.

"Hi, boss."

"Fancy meeting you here."

"It's his birthday, of course he's here."

"Wait, it's actually his birthday?"

Draxum leaned towards Leo, speaking in hushed tones, though Mikey could totally still hear them. "Are human birthday parties usually this… you know, this?"

Leo raised his brows. "Only super special super secret spectacular surprise birthday parties for old goat guys."

"Oh. I see." Draxum took a sip of his soup. "Not bad, I suppose. I can certainly appreciate the effort."

Mikey beamed. All in a day's work, of course!

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TMNT Write Fight Fic: Pizza Party

Prompt by @donniepodsshow: "The first pizza party and/or family movie night post-Rise!Kraang invasion. Good opportunity for Casey Jr. to learn and try some stuff he never got in his timeline!" @tmnt-write-fight

Word Count: 1,018

Summary: The Rise turtles introduce Casey Junior to the many varieties of pizza available in the present.

"Okay, Casey, your mission, if you choose to accept it... is to try a bite out of every one of these."

"And don't worry! Raph will eat whatever you don't!" Raph added reassuringly, and his stomach rumbled right on cue.

The spread out before them was a veritable feast - rarely before had there been such a variety of pizza pies all in one place. Only in the Ninja Turtles' lair would a meat lovers sit peacefully beside a veggie delite! Of course, those were ordinary, uninteresting fare when compared to some of the options they'd picked up from Hueso's specifically for the occasion - a Super Creepy Supreme, of course, and a hot one that literally set your tongue on fire, among others.

When Casey Junior had made it clear he'd never so much as tried a piece of pizza before, they'd gotten a classic pepperoni into his hands as fast as possible, but to introduce him to the broader world of pizza really required a more formal occasion. A pizza party, if you will.

"That's a lot of food," Casey Junior breathed, looking a little pale. "Where do we even-"

"There are many ways to approach the pizza party spread," Donnie said flatly, pulling up a few holographic diagrams. "Right to left is a classic, as is common to uncommon-slash-unpopular, which may be more appropriate for the tastebuds of someone who isn't used to pizza at all. Of course, the mild-to-spicy is also a tastebud-friendly approach, and if I were you, I'd start with a combination of the two - with a third, less significant vector relating to general popularity."

Leo pressed a hand between Casey Junior's shoulderblades, pushing him forward. "You know what I think?" He felt the guy perk up, like he really cared about what Leo thought, which was such a confidence booster. "I think you let yourself feel the pizza, be the pizza, and your instinct will guide you to the right pizza."

Casey Junior swallowed. He pasted on a smile. After careful consideration - which Leo appreciated, this was serious business, after all - Casey Junior picked up a slice of barbecue pizza.

Mikey stood in the middle of the room with a clipboard and glasses, tapping the eraser against his lips. "Going for a non-standard sauce out the gate... interesting. Very interesting." He scribbled something down in his notebook.

Casey moved to put it down, but Leo clucked his tongue. "You touched it, it's yours, Case! You gotta try it now. No takebacks."

Casey sighed. He looked at the slice in his hand with curiosity, then shoved it in his mouth.

They all leaned forward, jittery with anticipation.

He chewed, paused for a second, kept chewing and then swallowed.

"So...?" Donnie began.

"If you had to rate it out of ten, ten being the best most awesome thing you've ever tasted in your life and one being the worst thing you've ever had-" Mikey paused to adjust his glasses thoughtfully, "-which is probably really really bad-"

Casey Junior tilted his head. "Nine."

--

"Is it supposed to be wiggling? And, uh, speaking to me?"

"Hueso follows the classic recipe, which involves serving them alive so they can beg to be eaten," Donnie replied.

Mikey bounced on the balls of his feet. "I'm reading about the culinary history of this and other live pizza dishes in the Hidden City, and it's actually pretty cool!"

Casey Junior stared at the slice in his hands. "Cool. Sure." Still, he hesitated. Leo was sure he'd seen worse, but something about the writhing tentacles just wasn't doing it for him.

...yeah. Okay. Given where he'd come from, that was pretty understandable actually.

Leo swiped the piece from his hands, shoving it in his mouth. "Whoops! Guess you gotta pick something else," he said past the mouthful of unchewed crust and squirming creatures.

Casey Junior blinked wide eyes at him, but then grinned, already reaching for the next pizza down the line.

---

"If you don't like this one, I will absolutely be crushed," Donnie admitted flatly. "The perfect blend of several cheeses to provide the optimal texture, an alternative to the normally quite greasy classic pepperoni..."

Casey bit into it and gave him a thumbs up, and Donnie outright whooped, throwing his hands in the air. Mikey did it along with him, because Mikey liked being included in celebrations.

--

"Sometimes you just gotta add some spice to your life," April declared, holding out a slice of jalapeno pizza with hot sauce sauce and hot pepper flakes baked into the crust. "Brace yourself, though, it's gonna be a rough ride."

Casey took a big ol' bite, and everybody but April and Raph flinched in sympathy.

He just chewed a couple of times and swallowed, blinking innocently around the room. "What?"

Leo swiped a piece just to check, and upon a single sniff he immediately started choking. What was this guy made of?

---

By the end of the night they had all ended up sprawled out on the floor, hands on their stomachs, empty pizza boxes scattered around the scene of the crime.

"And how would you rate this pizza party experience?" Donny asked the ceiling from his own spot on the floor. "Educational, very very educational-"

"Delicious," Casey Junior concluded. "But yeah, I'd say I learned a lot. Like that the present really likes grease and cheese."

"Mmmm, grease and cheese," Raph mumbled.

When Leo looked over, Casey Junior was grinning from ear. "Thanks, guys. This was fun. I don't think I remember the last time I felt... full."

"We're gonna give you all sorts of stuff to try and you're gonna forget what it ever felt like to feel hungry, okay?" Leo assured him. "Hot dogs..."

"...nachos..."

"...fried rice..."

"...maybe a salad or something," April added and almost everyone blew a raspberry at that, even Casey Junior, props to him. Mikey snapped his fingers in appreciation, but that was Mikey.

Yeah, they'd feed him well. Casey Junior would never go hungry, and there were so many things in the world for him to try. Leo, for one, couldn't wait to show him.

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TMNT Write Fight Fic: Cold and Empty

Prompt by @definitely-a-username: "(Rottmnt) Mikey is hurt while on a solo mission trying to prove to Raph he can handle himself. He tries to hide it from everyone but eventually has to deal with the fallout." as well as @belleyells: "2018 Iteration: Michelangelo experiences mystic exhaustion after expending too much mystical energy during a battle." for @tmnt-write-fight

Word Count: 2,489

Summary: Mikey's recent solo adventure left him feeling terrible, but he couldn't possibly let anybody know or he'd never get to go on a solo mission ever again. He'd heal up, right?

The mission had gone off without a hitch, right up until there was a hitch.

Because of course there was.

Mikey had spent way too long talking Raph and Leo into letting him go on another solo mission, now that they had their ninpō and were super strong and super cool, and for all the hemming and hawing and arguing it took to get to this point, he was determined that nothing was gonna get in the way of it being successful.

They'd gotten a heads up that a magical artifact - something that was supposed to give the wielder the power of blah blah, invisibility or something, if the legends were right - was on display in the local antique museum, and one of their rogue's gallery was intent on taking it. Donnie's surveillance said the heist was planned for tonight, and Mikey had been ready.

He'd been so ready.

Until it all went wrong.

Mikey's grip slipped just a little, the joints in his fingers aching, and he hissed between gritted teeth at the pinch of the chains digging into his arms. He'd wrapped them all the way up past his elbows in the split-second he had before the whole roof came tumbling down on Hypno-Potamus, sending the other ends flying out to wrap around the steel bars at the far end of the construction zone, just in time to catch the crumbling cement ceiling before it could crush Hypno underneath.

It was heavy beyond description. He'd thrown cargo ships and skyscrapers, but those were a simple, brief tug, a dip in the mystic well and then done. This was a constant pull, desperately dragging out the strength from deeper and deeper within himself with every second that passed. Mikey was strong for his size, ridiculously so, but not enough to lift a concrete ceiling without mystic assistance.

He just hoped his reserves would last.

It felt like an eternity.

As Hypno crawled free, Mikey breathed out and dismissed the mystic chains, feeling the snap of the flow suddenly cutting off, almost painful in the sudden shock, and he stumbled forwards.

The concrete crashed, a dull thunder in his ears, drowned out by the pounding of his pulse.

"Whoa there!" Hypno scrambled to his feet, sounding just a little panicked as he reached for Mikey, trying to catch him before he faceplanted into the rough concrete and messed himself up even worse, "you alright, little guy?"

He'd protest about the little guy thing as soon as he stopped feeling like he'd been hit by a train. "I-I'm fine," Mikey said, but it all sounded so distant, like he wasn't in his own body but was floating in space above it instead. "M'fine. S'all good. I'm good."

He pulled himself away from Hypno on unsteady feet, feeling his arms shake. His muscles were spasming, like they didn't know what to do with themselves now that they weren't supporting the weight of the world. His fingers just hurt, and he couldn't quite flex them properly. His legs felt like jelly, and he flopped down to sit on the nearest available space before they gave out on him. The whole of him started to shake, down to his bones.

That wasn't even mentioning the mystic energy inside of him, that empty, hollow space. Like someone had reached through his ribs and scooped him out, leaving behind a deep chill and a ringing sound. He'd rarely pushed his mystics this hard before. Not even in their battle with the Krang, when he'd had his brothers to rely on, the boundless, determined energy bouncing between them to draw from. This exhaustion was his alone.

Hypno looked at the object in his hands. He looked back at Mikey. "Listen, I do feel really bad about all this, actually. You're not looking too good, there, and it's all because you were chasing me around, so, uh, my bad." He wiggled it around for a second, staring at it. Looked back at Mikey, who was seated on a chunk of concrete with his head in his trembling hands. "I think you've earned this. Warren will understand."

He held out the artifact, and Mikey blinked. He reached a shaking hand out towards it, but his fingers struggled to wrap around the object. They didn't want to bend. Hypno pushed it into his palm, gently closing his fingers around it, looking concerned. Mikey twisted his hand around because his fingers had no grip strength, settling it in his trembling palm as he pulled it towards himself.

"I really feel like I should be calling your brothers right about now, but I don't have their numbers. You're gonna give them a ring, right? You probably shouldn't be walking home alone like this."

"It's fine, I'll call them," Mikey assured Hypno, despite having no intention of doing any such thing. He could handle it. He was fine.

Something crashed down in the distance, sending up a puff of dust that swirled in the air.

Hypno glanced awkwardly around at the empty, shattered construction site, hands on his hips. "…So how long do you think they'll be, exactly?"

"You should go," Mikey said. Hypno's concern was nice, but Mikey was a grown guy! He could take care of himself. He would take care of himself. "Someone's gotta have heard all this, and I'm sure we're gonna have an audience sooner or later."

Hypno hesitated, but after a moment, Mikey was all alone, listening to the sound of shifting construction rubble and convincing himself that his jelly legs were strong enough to take him home.

He only fell over three times, and had to sit on four different benches for a quick breather.

But he made it.

Mikey mustered all the energy in his body - which wasn't much at this point - to smile, and straighten up, and hide his shaking arms behind his back.

"Mikey!" Raph said, perking up as Mikey walked through the doorway. It was obvious he'd been lingering there, waiting for Mikey to return. And thank all that was tomato-flavored and creamy that it was only Raph. He probably told Leo and Donnie to skedaddle so they didn't come across as smothering Mikey, honestly. "You're back! Did you give ol' Hypno-Potamus what for?"

Mikey grinned up at Raph sweetly. "I definitely did that! That thing. That you just said." His ears were ringing, still. The room spun a little, or maybe it was his eyeballs in his head that were spinning. Oh yeah, he should probably go into a little more detail or Raph wouldn't believe him. "Gave ol' Hypno-Potamus what for, baby! And here," he reached into his satchel and pulled out the thing, "I got it! As safe from Hypno as it can be, right here."

Raph took the item, but he also squinted down at Mikey, an uncomfortably tight scrutiny. "…and you're okay? You didn't have any problems?"

Mikey nodded. One of his legs threatened to give out underneath him, so he bounced and rolled his knees a little, trying to find another pose that would keep him upright. He saluted Raph, willing his arm not to shake.

He still felt so empty.

"I'm fine, Raph," Mikey said. "See? You can trust me! I'm more than strong enough to hold my own by myself."

There was no way he could let Raph know how this one had gone. He'd never be allowed to go on any solo missions ever again until they were old and creaky and wrinkled if they found out how close of a call it had been, honestly.

He took the first opportunity to duck into his room, away from all prying eyes. His legs finally gave up the ghost and he faceplanted right onto his bed, no teeth brushing or quick shower or even taking off his dusty, sweaty wraps.

Just sleep.

---

He felt even more weak and exhausted in the morning. How was that possible? A full nights' sleep plus some, and yet he could barely stand, and holding anything lighter than a feather was pretty much out of the question.

Mikey was used to healing fast from some pretty incredible injuries. They were genetically enhanced supersoldiers and their healing factor reflected that. By all rights, he should be back to bouncing off the walls by now.

Instead, he hobbled into the kitchen to make himself a cup of soup, almost dropping the mug as his fingers refused to curl around it. The heat seeping through the ceramic helped loosen the joints in his fingers until he could somewhat flex them again, though it was still not easy or comfortable.

He plopped down at the table with a sigh, just in time for Leo to walk in and start poking around in the cupboards, on the hunt for something to sate his late morning hunger. He spent a long time rifling through only to settle on the same thing he had every day. It was a silly charade, but Mikey thought it was funny. (That was probably why Leo did it.)

"So," Leo said as he perused the cupboards, "Raph says your solo mission went well."

"It went great!" Mikey said, and he didn't feel nearly as chipper as he sounded. He just felt worn, and empty, and tired. "Stopped Hypno, got the thing, I should get an A-plus in Hero-ing for this."

Leo hummed, settling on his usual breakfast like he hadn't just spent five minutes rooting around to consider his options. "Celebratory hangout on the Brooklyn tonight?"

Oh no. If Mikey fell off the Brooklyn Bridge… "raincheck?" he asked sheepishly. "I was gonna be April's flashcard buddy tonight." He wasn't, actually, but no one was gonna check.

"Aw. Sucks to be you, big guy," Leo said sympathetically, reaching over to pat Mikey on the head before grabbing his bowl and heading to his room.

See? He was a whole fifteen years old and they kept babying him, and it wasn't fair. That was why Mikey couldn't let them find out.

---

Donnie was easy. The minute he started looking at Mikey funny, like he was getting a little suspicious, Mikey started prompting him to ramble on about one of his favorite topics. Donnie loved to be listened to.

All the words flew over Mikey's head, of course, lost in the ringing of his ears and the numbness inside of him, but something about sitting and listening to Donnie made him feel just a fraction of a degree warmer. It was something.

---

There was one factor he simply hadn't accounted for, in his whole plan to hide things from his brothers.

Well, two, actually. Factor one, that he just wasn't getting any better for some mysterious reason. And factor two…

"Hey there Skipper!" Hypno waved at Mikey specifically. He followed all their gazes back to the thing in his hand. "Oh, this?" He tossed it to Leo, who scrambled to catch it. "I don't know how to get in touch, so I figured stealing stuff would get your attention. And look! It did!"

"Well, you've got our attention," Raph growled, grinning a little despite the threatening tone in his voice, "now what?"

Hypno rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I just wanted to make sure the little guy was doing alright after the other night. Holding up that collapsed construction site by himself really took a bite outta him, and since it was kind of my fault, I-I wanted to make sure he was healing up."

One by one, three sets of eyes slowly pointed in Mikey's direction, and he pulled his head into his shell at the intensity.

"…whoops?" he said, and his voice echoed across the inside of his shell.

---

"Mystic exhaustion," Draxum declared after spending a frankly ridiculous amount of time holding Mikey's wrist with his eyes closed. "Classic case. Only happens when someone uses up all of their reserves, usually due to desperation or impulsive stupidity, and it sounds like a mix of both."

Mikey tried to chuckle sheepishly, but couldn't even muster that. He just leaned against Donnie, who had been seated next to him during the exam, taking careful notes on his wristpad. Donnie's shoulder was warm. And comfortable. And Mikey was… "so cold."

"Indeed. Driving your mystic powers to their limits to the point of injury can feel like losing a source of natural heath within the body." Draxum dug around in the bag he had with him, producing a bottle which he shook demonstratively, letting Mikey hear the rattle of pills inside. "Take one twice a day, with food. More importantly, spend time in close proximity with your brothers. The Hamato clan energy comes from your bonds, from how I understand it, and the more you can draw from them as opposed to yourself, the faster your own mystic wells will start to refill. Simple, really."

"Yes," Donnie said sharply, staring at Mikey who retreated shyly into his shell, though never quite stopped leaning on him for support, "simple."

As soon as the door shut behind Draxum, everybody who wasn't already on the couch flopped next to Mikey with a judgemental thump. Raph's weight alone was enough to make the whole thing creak and bounce. Mikey weathered the movement with numb fingers, letting his head roll back.

"And what do you have to say for yourself, Michael?" Donnie asked, continuing to type into his wristpad. Even though his piercing gaze had left Mikey, the spirit of it was still aimed at him like a sharp, terrifying dagger.

"I just wanted you guys to trust me," Mikey said, feeling miserable for himself. "I didn't want to let you know how bad I messed up."

"Miguel, you saved a life, even if it was Hypno's," Leo said emphatically, waving his arms around, "that's not you messing up, that was you going above and beyond!"

"I'm very proud of you for holding up a building and saving someone's life," Raph added solemnly. Then he grabbed Mikey by the plastron, lifting him up until they were nose to nose so his glare would be extra effective, "it's the hiding stuff afterwards! Mikey, you know better than this."

"I'm sorry," Mikey whined, feeling exhausted beyond belief. "Can we just-"

Raph let go of him, gently, and Leo shoved something into his hands: a thermos. "Take the first one," Leo ordered. "Then you know what we're gonna do? Jupiter Jim marathon. Donnie, cue it up."

Donnie sighed, but flicked his wrist and punched something in. The TV screen fired up. Mikey sipped on the apple cider in the mug, spiced with just a little cinnamon, and for the first time since this whole thing happened, he started feeling a little warm inside. A little less empty.

With his brothers by his side, bickering and grumbling, always there, Mikey barely made it past the opening credits.

This time, his sleep was restful.

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Atack be upon ye!

@nights-flying-fox (I hope I got the right one lol) HOP MEETS MY AU!!

Hope you like it, but if not then mb lol

I had fun writing it!

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TMNT Write Fight Fic: From The Heart and the Hands

Prompt by @violeteyedmedium: "2003 Casey bonding with any of the turtles" + also kind of a little "2003 Capril fluff" for @tmnt-write-fight

Word Count: 1,750

Summary: Casey is looking for help with a birthday present for April. Donny is roped into helping, whether he wants to or not.

"So, uh, April's birthday's comin' up."

"Uh huh," Donny murmured, successfully soldering another wire. "We're planning a party."

"Exactly! But, uh," Casey rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. "I kiiinda, maybe, still have to get her something. And I dunno what. I-I just know I want it to be something meaningful, you know?"

Donny did know. Casey's crush on April wasn't exactly subtle. "You've got your work cut out for you, I guess. I think everybody here figured out theirs a while ago."

Everybody else was out for the evening, running around on various errands. When Casey had come storming in asking for help, the only turtle home was Donny, elbow-deep in his latest projects. A captive audience.

Casey tilted his head, leaning forward, curious. "Well, what're you gettin' her?"

Yeah, that wasn't going to be very helpful to him. "I'm upgrading her internet," Donny said, just a little smugly, "April's getting the fastest connection available on the other side of the sewer system."

"That's great an' all, but I can't do anything like that. Aw man," Casey held his head, his hip accidentally bumping the table. Donny held his soldering gun carefully out of the way as the wires he was working on started sliding around on him.

Donny's mouth ran away with him a little as he worked to steady his workstation. "I guess this kind of thing must come easier for a turtle."

"That's it!" Casey snapped, brightening up. "I'm gonna get her a turtle!"

"Pardon?" Donny slid the soldering gun back into its base so he could shoot Casey the skeptical look that that comment deserved. "I mean, I guess you could probably bribe Mikey to pop out of a box wearing a funny hat, but I don't think she'd appreciate that very much."

Casey waved away the thought. "No! I mean, uh, like a sea turtle." He motioned like he was holding something small in the palm of his hand. "An antique. For her collection."

It took Donny a moment to recall the assortment of sea turtles that had once decorated April's apartment - ceramic ones, a painting on the wall, a rug on the floor. "Oh. She never explained why she had them all over her place, before…" Before she lost it all in the fire. "She seemed a little embarrassed about it, when we asked."

Casey snorted. "That's because it's different when you're talking about it to a turtle, y'know. Those were presents from her family, growin' up. She used to really like sea turtles. She told me when she was eight she wanted to be a marine biologist." He was so proud of getting the terminology correct, pronouncing every syllable carefully. "She didn't end up doin' that, obviously, but they kept getting her turtle stuff anyways. She ended up liking 'em just for the, uh- for how it looks."

"That's… fun, actually." Donny and his brothers did the same thing for Leo, with Japanese items. Anything they could find in the junkyard, in the trash, sneaking into a shop in the wintertime all bundled up to hand over wads of coins they'd scavenged from beneath sewer grates… piece by piece, holiday after holiday, they'd built up Leo's collection of Japanese poetry, the scrolls on his walls, the mats on his floor. A stack of books on tape to hone his mastery of the language. The occasional imported ramen or other odd treat from the hipster store around the corner.

"Yeah! So, uh, I guess I just gotta find somewhere that sells… turtles."

Donny sighed, slipping off his safety glasses and setting them down on the table. "And you want my help." More like, Don wanted him out of his lab, and if this would get him there…

Casey perked up, then, a jerk so dramatic that he bumped his shoulder into a nearby shelf. It teetered precariously. "Aw, would ya? You're the best, Don! I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Don't mention it," Donny sighed, smiling a little nevertheless. "Seriously. Don't."

---

They tried secondhand shop after specialty store. While Casey talked to the various shopkeepers, Donny lingered by the shelves, bundled up until the only thing poking out of his many layers of coats and scarves was the slightest bit of green, a glimpse of his snout underneath the bridge of his sunglasses.

One by one, they struck out.

"That's it. I don't get it - it's like there aren't any sea turtles in the whole city! I gotta think of somethin' else."

"Like what?" Donny's head turned, and kept turning, attention suddenly laser-focused at the electronics store they were passing. "I- There are some parts of her home computer setup that are in need of an upgrade, I think, if you wanted me to help point a few things out to you."

Casey slumped. "Budget's kinda tight at the moment, Don. I was hopin' for something, y'know, from the heart, more than from the wallet."

From the heart, huh.

Just then, a couple passed them both by, deep in conversation. Donny only caught the tail end of the woman's words: "Oh Brad, it means so much more to me because you made it yourself, with your own two hands!"

Casey turned to look at Donny with an ear-to-ear grin.

Oh man.

---

"I need somethin' I can do that'll turn out really really good with no trainin' or practice, you see," Casey explained to the art store worker who was staring at him with the bored expression of an employee not paid nearly enough to deal with Casey Jones.

Donny poked his way curiously through wood bits and glue, racks of bobbins, fake flowers (he wasn't entirely sure how that counted as artistic, but okay,) and a scattered jar or nine of glaze. He couldn't say he'd ever been in a craft store, other than a quick in and out to get Raph some yarn, once or twice.

Apparently the employee wasn't any help, because Casey ended up stumbling back towards Donny, knocking into various objects and causing a couple of racks to tilt precariously as he went. He started poking through things, too, though with a lot less grace.

"Don! Look at this little guy!" Casey said loudly, causing half the heads in the store to turn towards them. Donny pulled his hood lower over his face. "It's a sea turtle! We found one!"

Pinched between his fingers was a paint-by-numbers kit. Right in the center was a sea turtle, swimming through the ocean, framed on either side by wiggling kelp. It was clearly meant for adults; the lines were close together, an incredible amount of detail, only subtle variations between colors.

"Casey, those kinds of projects…" Donny wasn't sure how to explain in a way that wasn't kind of mean. "…they take… patience. And precision. To come out well. And I don't think…"

Casey waved him off. "Oh, look! Here's one for you!" He held up a different kit - a scene with a gorgeous library. If it were real, Donny would be salivating. It looked equally complex, though. "We should do 'em together! Have a, you know, art night."

Donny sighed.

Guess they were doing this.

---

Casey was trying hard, to his credit. When his first little paint bucket dumped out on the table, he'd scrambled to right it, scooping it back in and cleaning up after himself. The second and third and sixth time, too.

After Donny had managed to wrangle some sort of excuse to his brothers about why he wouldn't be home, they'd set up in Casey's apartment, laying out their paints and brushes across his dining table, sitting across from each other. Casey's cassette tape collection was pretty extensive, and after a little back-and-forth they'd managed to settle on some classic rock.

It wasn't how he'd planned to spend his evening, but honestly, Donny was finding it kind of relaxing.

Every time Donny peeked up from his own project, Casey was covered in more and more colors of paint - his nose, his forehead, his hair. His hand, all the way up to his wrist, with dabs of color along his arms up to his shoulder. As he leaned forward over the small canvas, Casey pinched the tiny brush between his big fingers, gnarled from past breaks, with his tongue stuck out in concentration.

He was trying so hard.

"Okay. I think I got this. Whadda ya think, Don?" Casey asked him after a period of focused silence, picking up the little canvas with his paint-covered fingers, uncaring about the various multicolored prints he was leaving on the margins.

If Donny squinted, he thought he could make out the vague impression of a sea turtle. A lumpy, oddly colored sea turtle. Casey had definitely mixed up more than a few numbers, and possibly paints, and had not quite stuck to the lines that were supposed to guide him.

"I think… April will appreciate it because you spent the time and effort on it, Case," he managed.

He'd seen her hang up a few blobby shapes on her wall that she'd called modern art. Donny didn't get the hype, but he'd shrugged it off as not being the target audience for whatever it was. This would probably fit right in, honestly.

Casey grinned, and Donny wondered how he'd gotten paint on his teeth.

Okay, this was kind of fun.

---

April stared at the painting. "What a beautiful… modern art piece?" she tried, holding it up as though seeing it from a slightly different angle would make it all come together.

Casey's shoulders were up to his ears, sheepish. "It's supposed to be a sea turtle," he mumbled, looking away, face growing hot. He'd tried! He really had!

She paused to consider that, and then he heard her breathe out a surprised little 'oh!' as she seemed to figure it out.

"It's- its lovely." Seeming to pick up on his embarrassment, she put a hand on his arm. "Really, Casey," she said earnestly, "it means so much more to me because you made it yourself, with your own two hands."

Casey grinned, a little disbelieving. "You sure?" he asked, "because I-I know it's not going up in the Met anytime soon, but-"

She smiled back. "No, no, Casey, I think it'll fit right in, actually."

(The next time he came over, she had started her sea turtle collection again, but more importantly, his painting was up on the wall.)

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@phoebepheebsphibs Hello! I am attacking you for tmnt-write-fight! So yeah, hope you like it:) Edit: realizing I never actually tagged @tmnt-write-fight so I'm just doing that now for all of my attacks so far

Prompt #: 5

Final word count: 612

Prompt: "“Try as you might… you cannot escape death.”

“Watch me.”"

‘So this is what death feels like’ Leo thought bleakly as Prime rammed its fists into his plastron, sending him flying through the desolate space of the prison dimension, before crash landing on another hunk of rock, tilting it slightly as he did.

“YOU'VE. RUINED. EVERYTHING!” Prime's metal claws slam into him as he speaks, “YOU WRETCHED. LITTLE. PEST.” The anger covering Prime’s face like a dark shadow suddenly turns to a wicked smile, and as it chuckles and says, “and now.. my wrath will be reserved for you alone.”

The next thing Leo knew there was pain shooting through his body like fireworks, blossoming from not only his plastron, but also his shell. He could practically feel the scutes of his shell get shredded and ripped apart as Prime wailed on him, punching his face and chest over, and over, and over again.

Leo lay there, weak and barely conscious, his head tilted to the side, looking at the smiling faces of his family as Prime loomed over him, glaring down at him like he was a pathetic, weak, useless pest. Like he had no use other than to be this monster's punching bag, forever punished for what he did, for the lives that were lost, for not listening to his family when he should've, for letting Raph get captured… yeah maybe he did deserve this…

Tears welled up in his eyes as he was picked up and thrown across more empty space, with nothing but faint stars and what remained of the once powerful Krang for miles. But he still felt good about this, he knew this was for the better, that it was going to be okay, because he was here with this monster and his family was safe back on Earth, away from him the Krang and out of danger. So yeah, he smiled, not because he felt okay in any way shape or form, but because his family was okay, they were safe, and as long as that was always the result, he would endure this pain for eternity to make sure it stayed that way.

“WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!” Krang shouted at him, raising its fists before slamming him down into more rock, which broke from the impact and he was floating through space again, cool and alone. God he hated being alone, but it was okay, his family is safe and that's all that matters… right? He wasn't so sure about that anymore, the pain blooming across his body was borderline unbearable as the cold of the prison dimension finally sank into his bones, the heat from the rush of adrenaline finally wearing off. And yet, as he endured the pain, as he waited for the sweet release of death to happen, it never came, instead what swam across his vision was a bright orange light, quickly expanding into a portal, his brother's faces on the other side.

His brain took a minute to catch up with what was happening. Prime was holding his right ankle, its claws digging into his skin, trying to keep him there with it, Raph was holding his right arm with a projection of his ninpo, Donnie had launched a drill at Prime's face to try and get it to let go of him, but it hung on, refusing to let go. “Try as you might, little pest. You cannot escape me, you cannot escape death.” Krang said to him, in that horrible, disgusting, voice. And Leo just stared at it for a moment before raising his left leg and slamming it into Prime's bright red light, shattering the glass and making the light go out, “Watch me.”

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Prompt #: 4

Final word count: 579

Prompt: "“This could very well be my villain origin story.”

“For Pete's sake dude, somebody ate your pizza slice, it’s not a big deal!”"

Raph churred as he and his brothers piled on top of each other in a fort-like structure, content with the fact that all of his brothers were finally home, safe and sound. Even after everything that had happened over the past two years, even after Leo got better and could walk again and Mikey's hands stopped shaking quite as bad, he couldn't stop thinking that something was going to happen. So, to soothe himself when he'd wake up at night, a scream caught in his throat, he'd get up and walk around the lair, checking on each of his brothers and his father as he went.

At some point he had fallen asleep, only realizing this when he woke up to the sound of yelling coming from the kitchen. Raph’s anxiety spiked for just a moment to find his brothers not next to, or on top of him. The rapid beating of his heart slowed when he heard them in the kitchen, arguing over something. What that was, he wasn't sure but he sure as hell wasn't going to stay in the living room alone, where the shadows seemed to follow him, only watching him and his family, never actually doing anything.

Raph got up and walked over to the kitchen, only to get to the doorway and find Mikey practically lunging at Leo, Donnie just trying to hold their youngest brother back; which just made Raph sigh a deep, slightly annoyed sigh before he walked over and picked up Mikey by his shell, staring at him with tired eyes before saying, “Mikey, why are you attacking Leo?”

“He should pay for his crimes against this family.” Mikey crossed his arms and huffed as he dangled there, glaring at Leo out of the corner of his eye. “Wh- Dude it was just a slice of pizza, it's not that big of a deal!” Leo sputtered, which just made Mikey even more angry, “JUST A SLICE OF PIZZA?! It was the last one, and I called dibs!” Mikey retorted, anger practically radiating off of his normally cheery and smiling face as he glared at Leo, his beak turned down in a scowl.

All of this was giving Raph a headache, so he just resorted to doing the only thing he knew to do in this moment, hugging Mikey close to his plastron and walking right back into the living room, where he collapsed onto the piles of pillows and snuggled Mikey like a teddy bear. Mikey of course hit his fists against Raph's plastron, trying to get him to put his youngest brother down, which just made Mikey tired and nuzzle his beak into Raph's arm. “‘m gonna make him pay t’morrow…” Mikey mumbled, exhaustion weighing down his limbs before he passed out in Raph's hold. He sighed as he held his youngest brother close, the shadows only seeming to back off when he had at least one of his brothers close to him. As he laid there and held Mikey close like a teddy bear, watching the doorway to see if the twins would come to join them again, he felt his eyes begin to get heavy, the exhaustion settling deep in his bones as he allowed his eyelids to slip shut, the last thing he remembers thinking being, ‘As long as you're here, everything will be okay. Anata wa hitori janai.’ The words of his long lost, now dead, grandmother echoing around in his head as he slipped peacefully into sleep.