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His frustrations made it harder and soon, they stopped. \n\nHe opened his eyes and worked on steading his breathing. He had to stay calm, let them come to him. Opening the box, he took out the rings and let the music play. He looked at the ruby ring. “I never liked diamonds,” he mumbled to himself. “She must’ve been the same.”\n\nHe closed his eyes again, focusing on the image of the ring. He could see it sliding on his finer but it wasn’t his finger. It was a human’s hand. He felt the surge of joy and shock as he looked down at it. \n\nRose. Her name was Rose. \n\nShe loved Bishop. She was a strong woman, who fought for women’s rights. He saw her round belly and the felt the child as it kicked inside. The pain of the delivery and Bishop holding her hand was the next memory. “It’s a girl,” he whispered to her. She wanted her daughter named Ruby, she loved rubies and the color red. \n\nRaph opened his eyes and blinked away the tears. She never got to see her baby, something went wrong and Rose died after the delivery. \n\nIt took Raph a while to push down those emotions so that he could continue. He closed his eyes again and tried to go back further. Falling deeper into himself, more memories flashed. \n\nHe was a black musician and was wary of the straight suit, white man who was suddenly interested in him. He had a strong will and fought for the rights of his people. He gave himself the name Ambonisye, Ambo for short, to break away from his ‘slave name’. \n\nIt took Bishop some time but in the end they fell in love. Sadly their love was short lived. Ambo’s mouth was too much for a group of drunk, white men. They beat him and were about to hang him when Bishop finally got there to stop them. Ambo’s injuries were too much and died in in Bishop’s arms. \n\nRaph went further back. He was a man of the church, Baptist. His name was Obadiah. He met Bishop and there was an instant connection. He helped Bishop deal with the trauma of his abduction. Conflict between his feelings and the laws in the Bible had him hanging himself. \n\nFurther back. \n\nHe was a young man named Ashly. Bishop looked so young in those memories, no more than sixteen. They grew up together, hid their love from everyone. They joined the war together and fought alongside one another. Ashly took a bullet to the chest and died three day later from infection. \n\nRaph opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His hand still clutched the three rings. \n\n“You were in a deep trance,” Bishop said from the bed. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to be down there all afternoon.” He was in nothing but his boxers and held a book in his hands. \n\nRaph looked up at him, “What time is it?”\n\n“Two in the afternoon,” Bishop answered. Being one who works more at night, Bishop tended to take a break for a few hours during the afternoon when the crime rate was at its lowest. “Your brother has been cleared to go. I thought you would like to be the one to tell him.”\n\n“Yeah,” Raph stood, picking up the music box. “Thanks.”\n\n“Why did you have that with you?” Bishop asked. \n\nRaph returned the box to where he got it and dropped Rose’s rings back inside. He made his way back over to where Bishop was lounging on the bed. “Ashly, Obadiah, Ambonisye, and Rose.”\n\nBishop’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard as he put the book on the bed side table. “How do you know their names?”\n\n“I meditated on it and I was able to see bits and pieces of their lives.” Raph sat on the bed next to Bishop and took hold of his left hand. He slipped the wedding ring on to his finger. “You can start wearing this again. We can’t legally get married and a ring wouldn’t really look all that good on me but you can wear this to let everyone know that… you’re taken.”\n\nTears filled Bishop’s eyes and he cupped Raph’s face, “You believe me?”\n\n“I do,” Raph nodded and Bishop pulled him into a kiss. \n\nBreaking the kiss, Raph looked Bishop in the eyes and asked, “What happened to the baby?”\n\nWith a gentle sigh, Bishop got up from the bed and walked over to pick up a photo album. “I only have one picture of Ashly.” He sat back down next to Raph and sowed him the old picture of a young man in uniform. He continued to turn the pages, showing Raph images of his past lives. Some of the pictures triggered more memories and emotions. \n\n“You lost them all,” Raph said when Bishop opened the album to an article about Ambo’s beating. \n\n“They all died early deaths, yes,” Bishop spoke softly. “And they were all my fault.”\n\n“No,” Raph forced Bishop to look at him. “None of them were your fault. Ashly was shot. You fought for love with Obadiah but he let fear overwhelm him. Ambonisye shot his mouth off to the wrong people. And Rose died from complications with the delivery. Don’t blame yourself for any of them.”\n\n“I am afraid, now, anytime I send you out as the Nightwatcher,” Bishop admitted. “I’ve never been allowed to hold on to the one I love. It’s like I’m being punished.”\n\n“I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” Raph said. Then glared at Bishop, “And I’m not gonna let you change the subject. You still haven’t told me what happened to the baby. Did she live?”\n\n“I was getting to that.” Bishop nodded, “She did. I couldn’t be a single father and raise a child on my own so I made sure that she went to a good home.”\n\n“I know you. You kept tabs on her. Where is she?”\n\n“She lives out in California and doesn’t know that she was adopted.”\n\nRaph nodded, “Okay. Do you at least have a picture?”\n\nBishop turned a few more pages in the album and stopped at the picture of a baby. “This is Ruby.” He turned the page again. “I have school pictures and surveillance on her. She’s had a good life.”\n\nRaph looked down at the pictures of Bishop’s red headed daughter and couldn’t help but smile. “She’s beautiful.”\n\nBishop closed the album then got up to return it to the shelf. As he turned back to Raph, he looked down at the ring Raph had placed on his finger. When he looked up, he was smiling, a rare sight to see. \n\nRaph gestured with his head for Bishop to come back to bed. “My brother can wait a few more hours. We can’t leave until the sun goes down anyway.”\n\nBishop closed the gap between them in four strides. \n\nThey fell on the bed and Raph made quick work in removing Bishop’s boxers. Their hands roamed as their tongues explored the depths of each other’s mouths. \n\nRaph rolled to his back and Bishop moved on top of him. The insecurity that Raph felt before was gone all that he felt was desire for Bishop and total trust. \n\nRaph’s natural lubricant dripped from his tail and he churred when he felt Bishop’s penis rub against it. There was a minor amount of pain as Bishop penetrated him but when his cock hit Raph’s prostate, the pain was worth it. \n\nHis tail came up and gently twisted around Bishop’s hanging balls, eliciting a moan from the human. Raph churred with each thrust and lifted his hips in time with Bishop’s movements. It felt good then it started to feel great. \n\nRaph’s penis tried to come out but his cloaca wasn’t large enough for it to fit past Bishop’s cock. So Bishop’s dick slid up against the bottom of Raph’s then plunged deeper to strike Raph’s prostate. Raph’s hands held the sheets in a white knuckle grip as his body tensed. “J…John.”\n\nWhen his orgasm hit, Raph’s churr rumbled deep in his chest. Bishop staggered, gasping out before pounding out his finish. Bishop captured Raph’s lips again, pressing in for a deep kiss as they rode out their highs. \n\nRaph’s heart soared and he felt a sense of peace and belonging for the first time in a long time. \n\n**\n\nDonnie was sitting up in bed, reading over his medical report. Leatherhead was dozing on the sofa, finally able to sleep now that he knew Donnie was alright. It was hard for Donatello to read over the extent of his injuries and to learn how close to death he really was. \n\nHe looked down at his hand. The wound was fully healed but the scar was deep. Clenching his hand, Don tested the tendons. He was fortunate that there wasn’t any damage. \n\nWith a heavy sigh, Don placed the pile of papers on the nightstand. “How could I have been so stupid?”\n\nHe looked up when there was a slight knock at the door. Leo opened the door and looked in, “Can I come in?”\n\nDonnie nodded and Leo turned to someone just outside the door and said, “Thank you,” before entering. He closed the door behind him then walked over to stand next to Donnie. “You look great.”\n\n“So I’m told.” Donnie managed a weak smile, “I just spent nearly eighteen hours in an embryonic like fluid made from your blood after nearly blowing myself up. I guess I do look better than a corpse would.”\n\n“I’m just glad you’re alive.” Leo said. “I promise, I’ll be more aware of you in the future and I’ll make sure you get some sleep. No more sleeping in your lab, okay.”\n\nDonnie chuckled. “LH said pretty much the same thing. He wants to move into the lair now.”\n\n“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”\n\n“I liked having somewhere to go so we could be alone together and I wanted to move into his place one day.” Donnie sighed. “We were planning on it and then Raph ran off to work for Bishop and I couldn’t leave too. I couldn’t do that to Splinter.”\n\nLeo sat on the bed and took both of Don’s hands into his. “Move out and go live with LH.”\n\n“But father…,” Donnie started to argue but Leo raised a hand to quiet him. \n\n“It will be alright. You won’t be too far away and we will know where you are. It’s not like you two plan on leaving New York.”\n\n“I would never take Donatello away from his family,” Leatherhead mumbled from the sofa bed. “You all mean so much to him.” He sat up and looked at Leo and Don. “We discussed it. It would be better if I moved into your lair and we set up a lab in my lair. That way we keep work and home separate from each other.”\n\n“That also sounds good,” Leo agreed with a nod. “You will still have a private place to go and it will be easier for you to sleep if you are away from the temptation of work.”\n\n“No it won’t,” Donnie argued. “I would spend the whole night worried that something would happen or someone would manage to get into the lab while I was away.”\n\nLeatherhead sighed, “We would have security measures in place. I’m sure Bishop would add to what we already have, given the fact that he has a vested interest in us now.”\n\n“I just…,” Donnie sighed. “I’m no longer going to get away with the things that I used to anymore, am I?”\n\n“You’re going to sleep every night,” Leatherhead agreed. “I will make sure of that.”\n\n“Alright,” Donnie relented, looking down at his hands.\n\nHe looked up when the door opened again and Raph stepped in. “How you doin’?”\n\n“Fine,” Donnie answered. He watched Raph as he entered the room and noticed that he was still not wearing his red mask, distancing himself from the rest of the family. “When will I be able to leave?”\n\n“Today,” Raph answered. “It’s why I’m here, to take you guys back to the lair. I’ve already told Mikey and Splinter and they are waiting for me to grab you guys.”\n\n“Good,” Donnie heaved a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to get out of this bed.” He threw the covers off and moved to get up. \n\n“Let me help you,” Leatherhead said as he moved towards Donnie. \n\nWith a soft smile, Donnie let Leatherhead fuss over him, though he didn’t really need the help. He held on to Leatherhead for support and leaned in a little bit. “Thank you.”\n\nThey collected the few things they had in the room then followed Raph out. He took them first to the rooms where Splinter and Mikey were waiting, with the rest of their things, and then they went down to a garage. There was a van waiting for them with a trailer holding Raph’s bike. They all entered, with Raph joining them in the back.\n\nThey rode in silence. When the van pulled into a back alley near the lair, they all exited and Raph hid his bike then the agent drove away. Raph walked with them down to the lair and Donnie wondered why. Raph looked as if he had something to say and Splinter kept giving him reassuring pats on the shoulder. \n\nWhen they got to the lair, Raph and Splinter sat down while the others put their things away. Donnie noticed that his lab had been cleaned and equipment had been replaced. Despite all the work the agents put into it, there were still scorch marks on the ground. \n\n“First thing in the morning, we will start to move things around,” Leatherhead said, pulling Donnie out of his thoughts. \n\n“Okay,” Donnie agreed. “I don’t think we’re going to get much done tonight. It looks like we are about to have a family meeting.”\n\n“Should I join?” Leatherhead asked.\n\nDonnie smiled and looked lovingly up into Leatherhead’s eyes, “You’re part of the family.” \n\nLeatherhead brought his snout down and nuzzled Don’s neck and Donnie peppered Leatherhead’s nose with kisses. They lingered in their moment as the gravity of what could have been, sank in. \n\n“I’m sorry,” Donnie whispered and Leatherhead wrapped his arms around his love. “You must have been so scared. I almost died.”\n\n“You’re alive. Don’t linger on what could have been, my love.”\n\n“I love you.”\n\nThey exited the lab together and were the last ones to join the others. Donnie sat on the sofa next to Splinter and Leatherhead sat on the ground, resting his head in Don’s lap. \n\nRaph took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Splinter thought it would be a good idea for me to tell you guys so I’m just gonna say it. I’m… with Bishop.”\n\n“With Bishop on what?” Mikey asked. \n\n“What?” Raph looked up at Mikey then shook his head. “No…. It’s….” He sighed then looked at Splinter for a moment before clarifying. “We’re in a relationship.”\n\n“That’s what I thought you meant,” Leo said flatly. “I’m just having a hard time believing it.”\n\nRaph scoffed, “If you’d told me a year ago that I’d be sharing a bed with Bishop I would have laughed in your face. But now… it just feels right. He’s different in private than he is when he’s working.”\n\n“You’re sharing his bed?” Donnie asked. \n\nRaph looked at Don and flushed, “Yeah… I uh…. I’ve move into his room.”\n\n“That serious?” Mikey was still having a hard time believing it. \n\n“It’s complicated and has a lot to do with reincarnation and soul mates.” Raph stood up, “I just wanted you guys to know so there won’t be any surprises in the future.”\n\n“As long as you’re happy…,” Donnie stood and walked over to Raph. “I’m glad that you’re happy.”\n\n“I am,” Raph smiled then kissed the top of Don’s head. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” Raph stepped back and turned for the door, “I gotta go to work.”\n\nThey all said their goodbyes and Donnie watched as Raph left and couldn’t help but worry. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Something Unexpected
Chapter 9
Warning: Slash sex, Bishop/Raph

Raph explores his past lives. Don gets to go home.

**

Raph sat, naked, on the floor with the music box in front of him. He focused on the feelings that it invoked and closed his eyes.

Meditation wasn’t his strong point but he wasn’t a novice with it either. He relaxed his body and focused his mind, taking himself into a trance.

He felt himself fall and memories that were not his own started to flash in and out of his thoughts. He fought to hold on to them but they were elusive. His frustrations made it harder and soon, they stopped.

He opened his eyes and worked on steading his breathing. He had to stay calm, let them come to him. Opening the box, he took out the rings and let the music play. He looked at the ruby ring. “I never liked diamonds,” he mumbled to himself. “She must’ve been the same.”

He closed his eyes again, focusing on the image of the ring. He could see it sliding on his finer but it wasn’t his finger. It was a human’s hand. He felt the surge of joy and shock as he looked down at it.

Rose. Her name was Rose.

She loved Bishop. She was a strong woman, who fought for women’s rights. He saw her round belly and the felt the child as it kicked inside. The pain of the delivery and Bishop holding her hand was the next memory. “It’s a girl,” he whispered to her. She wanted her daughter named Ruby, she loved rubies and the color red.

Raph opened his eyes and blinked away the tears. She never got to see her baby, something went wrong and Rose died after the delivery.

It took Raph a while to push down those emotions so that he could continue. He closed his eyes again and tried to go back further. Falling deeper into himself, more memories flashed.

He was a black musician and was wary of the straight suit, white man who was suddenly interested in him. He had a strong will and fought for the rights of his people. He gave himself the name Ambonisye, Ambo for short, to break away from his ‘slave name’.

It took Bishop some time but in the end they fell in love. Sadly their love was short lived. Ambo’s mouth was too much for a group of drunk, white men. They beat him and were about to hang him when Bishop finally got there to stop them. Ambo’s injuries were too much and died in in Bishop’s arms.

Raph went further back. He was a man of the church, Baptist. His name was Obadiah. He met Bishop and there was an instant connection. He helped Bishop deal with the trauma of his abduction. Conflict between his feelings and the laws in the Bible had him hanging himself.

Further back.

He was a young man named Ashly. Bishop looked so young in those memories, no more than sixteen. They grew up together, hid their love from everyone. They joined the war together and fought alongside one another. Ashly took a bullet to the chest and died three day later from infection.

Raph opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His hand still clutched the three rings.

“You were in a deep trance,” Bishop said from the bed. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to be down there all afternoon.” He was in nothing but his boxers and held a book in his hands.

Raph looked up at him, “What time is it?”

“Two in the afternoon,” Bishop answered. Being one who works more at night, Bishop tended to take a break for a few hours during the afternoon when the crime rate was at its lowest. “Your brother has been cleared to go. I thought you would like to be the one to tell him.”

“Yeah,” Raph stood, picking up the music box. “Thanks.”

“Why did you have that with you?” Bishop asked.

Raph returned the box to where he got it and dropped Rose’s rings back inside. He made his way back over to where Bishop was lounging on the bed. “Ashly, Obadiah, Ambonisye, and Rose.”

Bishop’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard as he put the book on the bed side table. “How do you know their names?”

“I meditated on it and I was able to see bits and pieces of their lives.” Raph sat on the bed next to Bishop and took hold of his left hand. He slipped the wedding ring on to his finger. “You can start wearing this again. We can’t legally get married and a ring wouldn’t really look all that good on me but you can wear this to let everyone know that… you’re taken.”

Tears filled Bishop’s eyes and he cupped Raph’s face, “You believe me?”

“I do,” Raph nodded and Bishop pulled him into a kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Raph looked Bishop in the eyes and asked, “What happened to the baby?”

With a gentle sigh, Bishop got up from the bed and walked over to pick up a photo album. “I only have one picture of Ashly.” He sat back down next to Raph and sowed him the old picture of a young man in uniform. He continued to turn the pages, showing Raph images of his past lives. Some of the pictures triggered more memories and emotions.

“You lost them all,” Raph said when Bishop opened the album to an article about Ambo’s beating.

“They all died early deaths, yes,” Bishop spoke softly. “And they were all my fault.”

“No,” Raph forced Bishop to look at him. “None of them were your fault. Ashly was shot. You fought for love with Obadiah but he let fear overwhelm him. Ambonisye shot his mouth off to the wrong people. And Rose died from complications with the delivery. Don’t blame yourself for any of them.”

“I am afraid, now, anytime I send you out as the Nightwatcher,” Bishop admitted. “I’ve never been allowed to hold on to the one I love. It’s like I’m being punished.”

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere,” Raph said. Then glared at Bishop, “And I’m not gonna let you change the subject. You still haven’t told me what happened to the baby. Did she live?”

“I was getting to that.” Bishop nodded, “She did. I couldn’t be a single father and raise a child on my own so I made sure that she went to a good home.”

“I know you. You kept tabs on her. Where is she?”

“She lives out in California and doesn’t know that she was adopted.”

Raph nodded, “Okay. Do you at least have a picture?”

Bishop turned a few more pages in the album and stopped at the picture of a baby. “This is Ruby.” He turned the page again. “I have school pictures and surveillance on her. She’s had a good life.”

Raph looked down at the pictures of Bishop’s red headed daughter and couldn’t help but smile. “She’s beautiful.”

Bishop closed the album then got up to return it to the shelf. As he turned back to Raph, he looked down at the ring Raph had placed on his finger. When he looked up, he was smiling, a rare sight to see.

Raph gestured with his head for Bishop to come back to bed. “My brother can wait a few more hours. We can’t leave until the sun goes down anyway.”

Bishop closed the gap between them in four strides.

They fell on the bed and Raph made quick work in removing Bishop’s boxers. Their hands roamed as their tongues explored the depths of each other’s mouths.

Raph rolled to his back and Bishop moved on top of him. The insecurity that Raph felt before was gone all that he felt was desire for Bishop and total trust.

Raph’s natural lubricant dripped from his tail and he churred when he felt Bishop’s penis rub against it. There was a minor amount of pain as Bishop penetrated him but when his cock hit Raph’s prostate, the pain was worth it.

His tail came up and gently twisted around Bishop’s hanging balls, eliciting a moan from the human. Raph churred with each thrust and lifted his hips in time with Bishop’s movements. It felt good then it started to feel great.

Raph’s penis tried to come out but his cloaca wasn’t large enough for it to fit past Bishop’s cock. So Bishop’s dick slid up against the bottom of Raph’s then plunged deeper to strike Raph’s prostate. Raph’s hands held the sheets in a white knuckle grip as his body tensed. “J…John.”

When his orgasm hit, Raph’s churr rumbled deep in his chest. Bishop staggered, gasping out before pounding out his finish. Bishop captured Raph’s lips again, pressing in for a deep kiss as they rode out their highs.

Raph’s heart soared and he felt a sense of peace and belonging for the first time in a long time.

**

Donnie was sitting up in bed, reading over his medical report. Leatherhead was dozing on the sofa, finally able to sleep now that he knew Donnie was alright. It was hard for Donatello to read over the extent of his injuries and to learn how close to death he really was.

He looked down at his hand. The wound was fully healed but the scar was deep. Clenching his hand, Don tested the tendons. He was fortunate that there wasn’t any damage.

With a heavy sigh, Don placed the pile of papers on the nightstand. “How could I have been so stupid?”

He looked up when there was a slight knock at the door. Leo opened the door and looked in, “Can I come in?”

Donnie nodded and Leo turned to someone just outside the door and said, “Thank you,” before entering. He closed the door behind him then walked over to stand next to Donnie. “You look great.”

“So I’m told.” Donnie managed a weak smile, “I just spent nearly eighteen hours in an embryonic like fluid made from your blood after nearly blowing myself up. I guess I do look better than a corpse would.”

“I’m just glad you’re alive.” Leo said. “I promise, I’ll be more aware of you in the future and I’ll make sure you get some sleep. No more sleeping in your lab, okay.”

Donnie chuckled. “LH said pretty much the same thing. He wants to move into the lair now.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I liked having somewhere to go so we could be alone together and I wanted to move into his place one day.” Donnie sighed. “We were planning on it and then Raph ran off to work for Bishop and I couldn’t leave too. I couldn’t do that to Splinter.”

Leo sat on the bed and took both of Don’s hands into his. “Move out and go live with LH.”

“But father…,” Donnie started to argue but Leo raised a hand to quiet him.

“It will be alright. You won’t be too far away and we will know where you are. It’s not like you two plan on leaving New York.”

“I would never take Donatello away from his family,” Leatherhead mumbled from the sofa bed. “You all mean so much to him.” He sat up and looked at Leo and Don. “We discussed it. It would be better if I moved into your lair and we set up a lab in my lair. That way we keep work and home separate from each other.”

“That also sounds good,” Leo agreed with a nod. “You will still have a private place to go and it will be easier for you to sleep if you are away from the temptation of work.”

“No it won’t,” Donnie argued. “I would spend the whole night worried that something would happen or someone would manage to get into the lab while I was away.”

Leatherhead sighed, “We would have security measures in place. I’m sure Bishop would add to what we already have, given the fact that he has a vested interest in us now.”

“I just…,” Donnie sighed. “I’m no longer going to get away with the things that I used to anymore, am I?”

“You’re going to sleep every night,” Leatherhead agreed. “I will make sure of that.”

“Alright,” Donnie relented, looking down at his hands.

He looked up when the door opened again and Raph stepped in. “How you doin’?”

“Fine,” Donnie answered. He watched Raph as he entered the room and noticed that he was still not wearing his red mask, distancing himself from the rest of the family. “When will I be able to leave?”

“Today,” Raph answered. “It’s why I’m here, to take you guys back to the lair. I’ve already told Mikey and Splinter and they are waiting for me to grab you guys.”

“Good,” Donnie heaved a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to get out of this bed.” He threw the covers off and moved to get up.

“Let me help you,” Leatherhead said as he moved towards Donnie.

With a soft smile, Donnie let Leatherhead fuss over him, though he didn’t really need the help. He held on to Leatherhead for support and leaned in a little bit. “Thank you.”

They collected the few things they had in the room then followed Raph out. He took them first to the rooms where Splinter and Mikey were waiting, with the rest of their things, and then they went down to a garage. There was a van waiting for them with a trailer holding Raph’s bike. They all entered, with Raph joining them in the back.

They rode in silence. When the van pulled into a back alley near the lair, they all exited and Raph hid his bike then the agent drove away. Raph walked with them down to the lair and Donnie wondered why. Raph looked as if he had something to say and Splinter kept giving him reassuring pats on the shoulder.

When they got to the lair, Raph and Splinter sat down while the others put their things away. Donnie noticed that his lab had been cleaned and equipment had been replaced. Despite all the work the agents put into it, there were still scorch marks on the ground.

“First thing in the morning, we will start to move things around,” Leatherhead said, pulling Donnie out of his thoughts.

“Okay,” Donnie agreed. “I don’t think we’re going to get much done tonight. It looks like we are about to have a family meeting.”

“Should I join?” Leatherhead asked.

Donnie smiled and looked lovingly up into Leatherhead’s eyes, “You’re part of the family.”

Leatherhead brought his snout down and nuzzled Don’s neck and Donnie peppered Leatherhead’s nose with kisses. They lingered in their moment as the gravity of what could have been, sank in.

“I’m sorry,” Donnie whispered and Leatherhead wrapped his arms around his love. “You must have been so scared. I almost died.”

“You’re alive. Don’t linger on what could have been, my love.”

“I love you.”

They exited the lab together and were the last ones to join the others. Donnie sat on the sofa next to Splinter and Leatherhead sat on the ground, resting his head in Don’s lap.

Raph took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Splinter thought it would be a good idea for me to tell you guys so I’m just gonna say it. I’m… with Bishop.”

“With Bishop on what?” Mikey asked.

“What?” Raph looked up at Mikey then shook his head. “No…. It’s….” He sighed then looked at Splinter for a moment before clarifying. “We’re in a relationship.”

“That’s what I thought you meant,” Leo said flatly. “I’m just having a hard time believing it.”

Raph scoffed, “If you’d told me a year ago that I’d be sharing a bed with Bishop I would have laughed in your face. But now… it just feels right. He’s different in private than he is when he’s working.”

“You’re sharing his bed?” Donnie asked.

Raph looked at Don and flushed, “Yeah… I uh…. I’ve move into his room.”

“That serious?” Mikey was still having a hard time believing it.

“It’s complicated and has a lot to do with reincarnation and soul mates.” Raph stood up, “I just wanted you guys to know so there won’t be any surprises in the future.”

“As long as you’re happy…,” Donnie stood and walked over to Raph. “I’m glad that you’re happy.”

“I am,” Raph smiled then kissed the top of Don’s head. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” Raph stepped back and turned for the door, “I gotta go to work.”

They all said their goodbyes and Donnie watched as Raph left and couldn’t help but worry.
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