TurtleTales

Leonardo followed Donatello into his lab, heart sinking. Without looking at Leonardo, Donatello prepped slides and vials. Taking three tiny trays and laying some papery substance in the trays, Donatello muttered to himself before adding droplets of blood to each. The first two bloomed colors right away, the third showed nothing. Donatello looked surprised, then added a careful second drip to the third tray, which then slowly released an anemic wash of color. "This explains everything to me, Leo. Michelangelo's blood is swimming with testosterone and phytotestosterone but it has little estrogen or phytoestrogen to counter it! He slapped me awake in the middle of a 'roid rage' demanding I cure him." Donatello had to stop for breath once he heard his words. Leonardo gasped, Michelangelo usually adored Donatello, doing little things for him unasked. Like letting Donatello have extra sleep and going out on the emergency run himself instead. Donatello took a deep breath and released it

Raphael scrubbed his face, feeling his cheeks burn and inflame even worse when Donatello patted his back. Grabbing Donatello's arm he brought it down so he could hold Donnie's hand. Tapping the back of Donnie's hand against his thigh, Raphael feared looking up at Donnie just then, not sure his response. Donatello looked down at Raphael, remembering the childhood behavior from times when Raphael was concerned someone would be yelled at soon. It lifted the corner of his mouth and he bent over to kiss Raphael on the top of his head. The big one. Raphael looked at Donatello with tired sad eyes. Exhausted from the length of the night, sorrowful for knowing that his problem was not simple like when they were children. Donatello couldn't help it, he leaned down a little further and captured Raphael's lips in a thorough kiss. Holding the pose a moment, he let Raphael pull away first. "On the table," murmured Donatello as he adjusted it for a sitting position. Getting on the table, Raphael

a/n: For Aangel, who was wondering if I was going to be doing any Halloween fics this year. I managed to kick one out! Enjoy! *** Mikey stared into the two little voids floating before him. He’d tried several times before, with the same result: he could still see nothing inside the floating white sheet but darkness. He had been afraid of the dark as a child. No, that was a lie… It wasn’t the dark he was afraid of; it was what could have possibly been in the dark that scared him. Anything could have been lurking in that gloom, and his hyperactive imagination conjured up infinite entities waiting to pounce on him should he put a tiny turtle-tot toe out from under the covers. He’d acquired this little tag-along when he and his brothers had gone to check out an abandoned house. They’d chased off a couple of punks who were trashing the place, and no one had even seen the little spectre until they were halfway home. From the prickling of the scales on the back of his neck, he

As soon as Mikey's last birthday party was over, the prankster began again to count the days of the long wait of a year to enjoy the next one. Mikey hardly managed to contain his happiness to know that he would soon enjoy a great party to celebrate when he came into this world. But his yearnings began to turn into constant reminders to all the members of his family. They started to get upset at the slightest mention of the long-awaited day of the youngest turtle. At first, they could ignore him, but Mikey got to a point where his brothers were nervous as hell. "Raph, do you know what is gonna happen in a month?" Michelangelo had crept up behind the couch where his brother in red was sitting, taking him by surprise. The hot-headed turtle frowned after letting out a short scream of fear. He was about to pounce on Mikey for having interrupted his turn to watch TV. "I don't know," Raphael responded rudely after rolling his eyes, "Isn't it the fool's day?" "No hothead! It's the day you