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Raph was always easier to get to take bottom when drunk and Leo both knew it and loved taking that opportunity when the apple fell from the tree. \n\nNot too long after, Mikey mischievously joined them, but not before giving Donnie a deep, churring kiss on the lips, embarrassing the turtle that his younger brother was being far too open unnecessarily. \n\nNevertheless, Leatherhead didn't seem phased by the display, shrugging it off and pointing out he wasn't surprised for Mikey was simply being Mikey. Donnie then had to confess that was actually correct, further explaining to Leatherhead just how playful Mikey can get and that led to Leatherhead asking Donnie if he liked it or was just used to it. In response, Donnie shrugged, admitting he does sometimes and other times it just annoyed him more than not. \n\nShyly he did admit; it depended on the situation and how he felt at the time.\n\nIn truth, though he wouldn't tell Leatherhead in detail due to being discreet, Donnie had mixed feelings over it. He had no issues per se, but he wasn't ever in the mood for such connection and he'd always been like that. \n\nHe just liked the cuddling and the normal contact in general, beyond that it didn't appeal to him or tickle his fancy as it used to when they were teens. \n\nNow being in their twenties, Donnie wasn't sure if he'd grown out of it or if the game had changed so much he wasn't on the same page as his brothers.\n\nClosing his eyes tightly, Donnie took in a big breath through his nostrils and exhaled through his mouth. \n\n\"Good morning Donatello,\" Leatherhead greeted, exiting the camper and happily taking in the fresh air and morning dew.\n\n\"Morning, did you sleep well Leatherhead?\" Donnie asked. He headed towards the cabin, finding there was an alluring aroma drawing him to it.\n\n\"I slept well, thank you. It's nice to have silence rather than Raphael’s snoring,\" Leatherhead admitted, now realizing all the horror stories of his snoring were not fictional, but truth.\n\nHe now was at the point where he could almost believe Michelangelo's zombie apocalypse theory when involving Raphael’s snoring issues. Despite the absurdity, the thought of camping out beside any graveyards during the trip actually made him feel uncomfortable. However, he wouldn’t dare let on how he felt at any costs; that would be as bad as admitting that you’re insane and trying to prove it. Well, that wouldn't actually be the worst in his opinion; agreeing to any of Michelangelo’s fantasies was just plain wrong on all levels and one step into the abyss of no return.\n\nChuckling over the fact that Leatherhead now understood first hand how annoying Raph’s involuntary sleeping habits could be, Donnie nodded, \"That was one of many bonuses in sleeping in the camper rather than the cabin.\"\n\n\"Agreed.\"\n\nOpening the door, the sweet smell of pancakes rushed out to meet both reptiles' nostrils, making their mouths water.\n\n\"I take it that Michelangelo has already started on breakfast?\" Leatherhead asked, moaning over the aroma as his stomach demanded to be fed. In the corner of his eye, he witnessed the smile on Donatello’s lips, who was all but laughing over his reaction to Mikey’s cooking.\n\n\"It appears so... We should grab a plate before the good batches are snatched up by either Leo or Raph,\" Donnie replied over his shoulder as he rushed in, followed by Leatherhead close behind.\n\nEntering the kitchen, they saw Mikey standing there wearing his ‘kiss the cook’ apron and playing his iPod with the tunes he loved. The turtle, in his own little world, was singing to the songs, busting his shell while whipping up pancakes that were spiced with berries.\n\n\"Morning Mikey,\" Donnie called, then nudged at Leatherhead with his elbow, pointing to a nice stack of pancakes that had their names all over them. Well they would, in a matter of seconds that is.\n\nPeering over his shoulder, Mikey smiled brightly, \"Morning dudes, you guys can have that batch, Raph and Leo aren’t up just yet. Let’s just say they got to bed very late,\" Mikey smirked, hinting at what they were doing.\n\n\"Of course they did.\" Donnie rolled his eyes, yet was happy they weren't up, leaving the best for them.\n\nTaking some and leaving the rest for Leatherhead, Donnie grabbed a seat, drowning his pancakes with syrup.\n\n\"Do you want any pancakes with that syrup?\" Leatherhead asked, dumbfounded that Donnie ate them with so much on them.\n\n\"Nope, there isn't enough syrup to satisfy the ones I have,\" Donnie mocked playfully, then turned red in the middle of that comment.\n\n\"I see do you want some of mine? I can eat them as is.\" Leatherhead barked a laugh seeing Donnie turn even redder.\n\nIn the corner of his eye, Leatherhead could see a smile brighter than the norm on Mikey's lips and his eyes sparkling with joy. It was like something about this conversation between him and Donnie was filling him up with glee? \n\nWas it the fact Donnie wasn't acting moody and seemed generally happy?\n\n\"So bro and LH, when are you two heading out?\" Mikey asked, placing another plate of pancakes down.\n\n\"After we've had breakfast and packed some provisions we'll be needing for the trip,\" Donnie started, before being interrupted by Mikey.\n\n\"I already packed a lunch for the both of you and filled up your water bottles, so you don't have to worry about that part,\" Mikey informed Donnie, smiling all the way.\n\nSurprised that Mikey did that, Donnie weakly smiled back, \"Thanks Mikey… you didn't have to do that.\"\n\n\"Yes I did,\" Mikey pointed out, then placed his focus onto Leatherhead, \"Besides LH, do you really want Donnie-boy here being the one to handle your lunch? It's like asking him to cook dinner.\"\n\nNot pleased by the statement, Donnie frowned, \"I'm not that bad!\"\n\nCoughing slowly, Leatherhead gently replied to Michelangelo, trying not to hurt Donatello’s feelings, \"Thank you, Michelangelo.\"\n\n\"Thanks...\" Donnie rolled his eyes, getting up from his seat, \"Well then…I guess I will start packing the bag. At least I can't mess that up!\"\n\nFlashing concerned looks at each other, Leatherhead and Mikey fell silent as the purple clad turtle stomped away. Blinking at his body language, Leatherhead bit his lip, examining the situation; Donatello had just became moody when he normally didn't on the subject of food preparation. \n\n\"Did I do something wrong?\" Mikey finally asked, feeling guilty by wanting to help out.\n\nShaking his head, Leatherhead sighed, \"No, I think he was looking forward to doing it himself but how were you to know that? I didn't even know.\"\n\n\"Oh okay... Should I chuck this lunch then?\"\n\n\"No, that would only make this worse; he would just take that the wrong way. How about you let him know what you put into it and ask if there was anything you missed?” Leatherhead suggested.\n\n“Sure, but how does that help?”\n\n“Simple, it tells him you value his opinion. State something along the lines about us hiking and ask if you have packed the necessary foods that will sustain us during the hike. In your own words, of course.”\n\nNodding, Mikey smiled, “I can do that dude, and make it look like I'm asking this since I’m worried I didn’t get everything.”\n\n“That sounds good. This way, if there is anything he wants to add, he will, or let you do it for him. Either way he will feel like he had some control on what lunch will be…” Leatherhead explained, though he didn’t understand why Donatello felt he needed to have control over what was going into the lunch; it wasn’t like Michelangelo was incompetent in packing a suitable meal. Was something else bothering him?\n\n***-----------***\n\n\"Do we have everything?\" Leatherhead asked, coming up to the contemplating turtle.\n\nDonnie held his hand up in the air to temporarily halt any more distractions and he took another look, checking every item, including some extras that weren't necessary, but were for emergencies. Finally checking over his list for the fourth time, he felt confident with the organization of his pack. \n\n\"I believe it’s all here... Leatherhead can you see anything that I missed?\"\n\nShaking his head, the alligator shrugged, \"I can't see anything that would be a necessity. Not saying that I would know entirely, as I have never been hiking before.\"\n\n\"Well, you will enjoy this then!\" Donnie beamed, tossing the pack over his shoulder, before becoming a sour puss when he dared to look up to see the commotion taking place.\n\n\"Raph! Don't stick that there! Who buys a penis shape soap anyway?\" Leo's voice screeched through the closed bathroom door.\n\nOn cue, Mikey rushed by, holding the video camera prepped and ready, \"Shit, they entered the bathroom before I was ready!\"\n\n\"Mikey?\" Donnie dared to ask, only to have his little brother run past him, dashing up the stairs and throwing his voice over his shoulder.\n\n\"No time Donnie-boy, I've been waiting for this moment for weeks!\" \n\nExchanging looks, the alligator and turtle sighed, making a quick escape out of the cottage before this escalated to something neither wanted to know about.\n\nOnce surrounded by the tall, healthy trees, serenity came to them at last, as they left the 'American Pie' wannabe plot behind them. \n\n\"Do I want to ask?\" Leatherhead finally spoke up, following closely behind Donnie who lead the way down the well beaten path.\n\nShooting a look towards the cabin, Donnie could only imagine what was going down. He sighed, placing his face in the palm of his hand, \"Not really. Let's just say I would put my money on this being one of Mikey's exotic pranks.\"\n\n\"Exotic pranks?\"\n\nBiting his lip, Donnie shrugged, letting out a nervous laugh, \"You heard right. Mikey's pranks aren’t always so innocent all the time and can be right down in the gutter.\" \n\n\"I see... I mean, I can...\" Leatherhead stuttered, trying to get past the disturbing mental image with the soap which popped into his head a moment ago. Clearing his throat, Leatherhead quickly changed the subject to stop his imagination from exploring the gutter as it so badly wanted to, \"Wow look at that, Donatello.\"\n\nIt being obvious that the subject was a bit too much for Leatherhead to handle, Donnie let the event slip back into the shadows, directing his attention towards what Leatherhead was pointing at.\n\nDown the hill through a good two hours of bush, a sparkle of light could be seen. It was too far away to tell for sure, but its shimmering gave them both the impression that there might be some water down there.\n\n\"I see it, so Leatherhead do you want to head there, then take a break before say, heading west to those hills to have our lunch?\" Donnie asked, mentally mapping out their journey.\n\nThe vantage point was perfect to get a rough idea of what the landscape had to offer, though it wasn't as accurate as them using a map. However, this was a lot of fun not knowing one hundred percent what was to come.\n\nA hum came from the alligator and then he smiled, giving a quick nod, \"That seems like a good plan. If there is water we can cool down before hiking up those hills. Hopefully by then, the wind will meet us, keeping us cool.\"\n\n\"I was thinking the same thing, though…\" Donnie put his hand out feeling the slight breeze, noticing there was a chill to it, \"I wonder if it will get any warmer than this. I thought this time of year it would hit the mid thirties. I guess I was wrong.\" \n\nComing up to Donnie and feeling the light wind for himself, Leatherhead had to agree, \"I wonder that as well. It’s still early Donatello and it might warm up still. Even if it doesn't, it is quite a suitable temperature either way.\"\n\n\"Yes, you’re right. Then shall we?\" Donnie stretched his arms out as an invitation to the alligator.\n\n\"We shall.\"\n\n***-----------***\n\nThe untamed thick bushes that had no trail, since that ended long ago, didn’t discourage the reptiles from treading through the wilderness happily.\n\nAs they figured, upon reaching their destination they found they were in luck, and the two friends cast their gaze across the crystal blue water.\n\n“It’s a pond all right, and it's so clear.” Amazed, Donnie came up to the water and dipped his toe in, loving the sensation it gave him.\n\nPlopping his arse down on the soft green grass without hesitation, Donnie soaked his feet in the water, accompanied by Leatherhead moments later..\n\n“This is wonderful,” Donnie whispered to himself, laying back and staring at the blue sky, watching as the clouds floated by.\n\nThe whisper, not distorted or muffled, was loud enough to put a smile on Leatherhead’s face as he watched his friend’s body relax. The water seemed to be washing all his worries away, leaving him in a state of harmony that Leatherhead was used to seeing him in. The depressed and easy to anger Donatello was a sore sight to witness. This calm and peaceful turtle was who his friend was in truth.\n\n“I would agree Donatello. Strawberry?” Leatherhead first agreed, then offered Donatello some fruit from a container.\n\n“Sure, this would be a good snack,” Donnie replied, taking one and then staring at it like he was thinking again.\n\n“Is there something wrong?” Leatherhead asked.\n\nSnapping out of his train of thought, Donnie sat up, letting out that sigh, “No.”\n\n“You say no, yet your voice and body language says otherwise.”\n\nDonnie resorted to silence and playing with the strawberry, so Leatherhead took it upon himself to bring up the thing he knew had been on Donatello’s mind for some time.\n\n“May I ask, does this have anything to do with the kiss Michelangelo gave you yesterday and how he put together the lunch?”\n\nBiting his lip, Donnie flashed a look at him, perplexed, “How do you get that from me playing with a strawberry?”\n\nLaughing over how struck Donatello was on this, Leatherhead held his sides, “It wasn’t from the berry, it’s from how you’ve been acting all morning.”\n\nGrumpily mumbling, Donnie felt like an idiot, “It’s that noticeable?”\n\n“Unfortunately, yes my friend, it is.”\n\nPopping the berry in his mouth, Donnie chewed before opening up, “Will you keep this between us?”\n\n“You are my friend Donatello, of course I would keep this between us,” he assured the worried turtle.\n\nNodding slowly, Donnie closed his eyes, “I’m confused.”\n\n“In what regards?”\n\nPlaying with his thumbs next, the anxiety was rolling off of Donnie, “I want them, but at the same time, when it happens... even a simple kiss that should have some impact… it… it just feels like a kiss, not ‘A’ kiss… The ones that make the butterflies in your stomach go wild with excitement.”\n\n“I see… this is how you feel when you’re with your brothers when you’re not acting like brothers…” Leatherhead started, before becoming tongue tied seeing Donatello's sudden chuckle at his poor attempt to show understanding.\n\n“Yeah,” Donnie lost that spark of joy, going gloomy again, “When we were younger, we used to do so many things. Things I will not go into details about, but what I can say is, I felt so alive. My body was on fire, so energized by a simple touch or gesture…”\n\n“Then the older you became, that contact no longer had the same sensation?” Leatherhead asked, trying to understand.\n\n“Yes, all that was, is now gone. I have been approached by both Casey and April to see if they could spark the flames again and nothing came out of it. I felt empty inside, unsatisfied. Sure, I had an erection and an orgasm….”\n\nCatching himself, Donnie became nervous and flashed a look at his friend, red in the face.\n\nHe couldn’t believe he just said that without thought. \n\nYet to his surprise, the alligator wasn’t bothered in the slightest nor did he seem awkward by the comment, content to simply listen to him; something that he wasn’t used to. No one in his family was willing to truly listen and if they actually did, they tried to convince him this could be simply fixed by some way or another.\n\n“Go on,” Leatherhead said, nudging Donatello to get it all out of his system. Regardless that this kind of topic wasn’t the norm for him, he could see how badly Donatello needed to talk, so he pushed any awkward feelings he had to the side; after all, this was not about him but about his friend.\n\n“Well, as you can see, this puts me in a difficult position. I don’t know what I want anymore. I wonder if… if there's something wrong with me? It's not like there are many choices in my kind of life to find someone that will make me feel whole again...”\n\nPlacing a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, the alligator looked into those chocolate eyes, “Donatello, there is nothing wrong with you. So your brothers don’t satisfy your needs anymore. It could very well be that you’re looking for more than they can offer?”\n\n“If that is true,” Donnie stood up quickly, becoming frustrated, “then what? Do I end up alone and miserable as they continue to be fulfilled by each other's desires and lust?”\n\nWith a raised hand, Leatherhead was going to comment only to be stopped abruptly.\n\n\"Don't!\" Donnie suddenly snapped, eyeing Leatherhead dangerously, his stare full of emotions, mainly jealousy.\n\nWitnessing the brooding storm over the turtle’s head, the conflicted reptile bit his lip, thinking about the best way to handle his stressed friend. \n\nThere was more to this than he originally thought or that Leonardo informed him of; Leatherhead couldn't even be sure whether Leonardo knew there was more or not. \n\nTo think he was being just as blind as Donatello's brothers in thinking this was a simple layer of issues.\n\nThere were many layers to this and the core issue was deeper, to the point he had to think this over. \n\nWhat was really eating the turtle? Was this the root to his mood swings? If left unchecked, Leatherhead could see many terrible events that could unfold. \n\nWas Donatello lonely?\n\nWorse, did he see himself as one with no self worth? \n\nWas he jealous that his brothers were content with each other’s company, meaning he was doomed to be cast to the side alone and unloved? \n\nWas he searching for something and unfortunately hadn’t found it yet, so was now starting to give up?\n\nIt was hard to think that someone with a smile that made you feel warm inside and a kindness to his eyes which made you feel safe, could even be capable of drowning in such dark feelings. \n\nThe worst thing was, he didn't realize he was in over his head when he agreed to help his friend when Leo approached him. \n\nHe wasn't remotely qualified to be such a shrink, and neither had he ever experienced such feelings to use to aid his friend.  Not that he ever really gave it much thought before. He was just thankful to have his friends and his intelligence and not simply be some wild animal. \n\nSure, there was more to life that he yet had the pleasure to explore, even so he was simple. His motto was one step at a time and he was happy with it. However, such a philosophy to life wouldn't work on the turtle.\n\n\"Donatello, why don't we calm down and finish this snack,\" Leatherhead coolly suggested. \n\nIf he avoided the underlying issue for now, it might allow Donatello to collect himself before he did something rash. He was becoming too unstable and unpredictable to foresee his future actions.\n\nThat was the plan he was thinking would be the wisest path, however it only proved to backfire when in a rage, Donatello threw his arms down to his side and stalked away towards the hills they were to travel to next.\n\nFeeling a trickle of sweat dripping down his brow, Leatherhead let out a long sigh and packed all the stuff up. \n\nWatching Donatello walking away, he didn't bother calling out or stopping him, instead letting the turtle burn out his frustration. \n\nIt was the best solution for now and Leatherhead would attempt to talk to him later when he was willing and ready. Forcing Donatello to open up would be destructive and only result in the turtle retreating into his shell all the more. \n\nNot only that, but it would hurt Donatello more in the long run if he lashed out at Leatherhead in a manner he has never done before. \n\nSo unwilling to take that chance, Leatherhead kept his distance, focusing instead on the scent in the air and determining his course of action from that. \n\n***-----------***\n\nTBC \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The rising sun kissed Donnie’s cheeks while he stretched toward the morning sky. 

The night before had been eventful, with many laughs and jokes that went around the bonfire. For a different pace, there were even some good, old scary tales told, which even Leatherhead took part in, managing to frighten the shit out of Mikey in the end. 

Of course, midway through Raph became smashed, with Leo quickly following, guzzling a few more beers to catch up to Raph's already sixth bottle.

Pissed with faces brighter than a cooked lobster, the two brothers decided to call it a night by retiring early, tripping on each other as they left while attempting to keep the other from falling; Donnie counted Raph eating dirt five times. It was most likely an excuse to start their games and to have fun on their own with some privacy. Raph was always easier to get to take bottom when drunk and Leo both knew it and loved taking that opportunity when the apple fell from the tree. 

Not too long after, Mikey mischievously joined them, but not before giving Donnie a deep, churring kiss on the lips, embarrassing the turtle that his younger brother was being far too open unnecessarily. 

Nevertheless, Leatherhead didn't seem phased by the display, shrugging it off and pointing out he wasn't surprised for Mikey was simply being Mikey. Donnie then had to confess that was actually correct, further explaining to Leatherhead just how playful Mikey can get and that led to Leatherhead asking Donnie if he liked it or was just used to it. In response, Donnie shrugged, admitting he does sometimes and other times it just annoyed him more than not. 

Shyly he did admit; it depended on the situation and how he felt at the time.

In truth, though he wouldn't tell Leatherhead in detail due to being discreet, Donnie had mixed feelings over it. He had no issues per se, but he wasn't ever in the mood for such connection and he'd always been like that. 

He just liked the cuddling and the normal contact in general, beyond that it didn't appeal to him or tickle his fancy as it used to when they were teens. 

Now being in their twenties, Donnie wasn't sure if he'd grown out of it or if the game had changed so much he wasn't on the same page as his brothers.

Closing his eyes tightly, Donnie took in a big breath through his nostrils and exhaled through his mouth. 

"Good morning Donatello," Leatherhead greeted, exiting the camper and happily taking in the fresh air and morning dew.

"Morning, did you sleep well Leatherhead?" Donnie asked. He headed towards the cabin, finding there was an alluring aroma drawing him to it.

"I slept well, thank you. It's nice to have silence rather than Raphael’s snoring," Leatherhead admitted, now realizing all the horror stories of his snoring were not fictional, but truth.

He now was at the point where he could almost believe Michelangelo's zombie apocalypse theory when involving Raphael’s snoring issues. Despite the absurdity, the thought of camping out beside any graveyards during the trip actually made him feel uncomfortable. However, he wouldn’t dare let on how he felt at any costs; that would be as bad as admitting that you’re insane and trying to prove it. Well, that wouldn't actually be the worst in his opinion; agreeing to any of Michelangelo’s fantasies was just plain wrong on all levels and one step into the abyss of no return.

Chuckling over the fact that Leatherhead now understood first hand how annoying Raph’s involuntary sleeping habits could be, Donnie nodded, "That was one of many bonuses in sleeping in the camper rather than the cabin."

"Agreed."

Opening the door, the sweet smell of pancakes rushed out to meet both reptiles' nostrils, making their mouths water.

"I take it that Michelangelo has already started on breakfast?" Leatherhead asked, moaning over the aroma as his stomach demanded to be fed. In the corner of his eye, he witnessed the smile on Donatello’s lips, who was all but laughing over his reaction to Mikey’s cooking.

"It appears so... We should grab a plate before the good batches are snatched up by either Leo or Raph," Donnie replied over his shoulder as he rushed in, followed by Leatherhead close behind.

Entering the kitchen, they saw Mikey standing there wearing his ‘kiss the cook’ apron and playing his iPod with the tunes he loved. The turtle, in his own little world, was singing to the songs, busting his shell while whipping up pancakes that were spiced with berries.

"Morning Mikey," Donnie called, then nudged at Leatherhead with his elbow, pointing to a nice stack of pancakes that had their names all over them. Well they would, in a matter of seconds that is.

Peering over his shoulder, Mikey smiled brightly, "Morning dudes, you guys can have that batch, Raph and Leo aren’t up just yet. Let’s just say they got to bed very late," Mikey smirked, hinting at what they were doing.

"Of course they did." Donnie rolled his eyes, yet was happy they weren't up, leaving the best for them.

Taking some and leaving the rest for Leatherhead, Donnie grabbed a seat, drowning his pancakes with syrup.

"Do you want any pancakes with that syrup?" Leatherhead asked, dumbfounded that Donnie ate them with so much on them.

"Nope, there isn't enough syrup to satisfy the ones I have," Donnie mocked playfully, then turned red in the middle of that comment.

"I see do you want some of mine? I can eat them as is." Leatherhead barked a laugh seeing Donnie turn even redder.

In the corner of his eye, Leatherhead could see a smile brighter than the norm on Mikey's lips and his eyes sparkling with joy. It was like something about this conversation between him and Donnie was filling him up with glee? 

Was it the fact Donnie wasn't acting moody and seemed generally happy?

"So bro and LH, when are you two heading out?" Mikey asked, placing another plate of pancakes down.

"After we've had breakfast and packed some provisions we'll be needing for the trip," Donnie started, before being interrupted by Mikey.

"I already packed a lunch for the both of you and filled up your water bottles, so you don't have to worry about that part," Mikey informed Donnie, smiling all the way.

Surprised that Mikey did that, Donnie weakly smiled back, "Thanks Mikey… you didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did," Mikey pointed out, then placed his focus onto Leatherhead, "Besides LH, do you really want Donnie-boy here being the one to handle your lunch? It's like asking him to cook dinner."

Not pleased by the statement, Donnie frowned, "I'm not that bad!"

Coughing slowly, Leatherhead gently replied to Michelangelo, trying not to hurt Donatello’s feelings, "Thank you, Michelangelo."

"Thanks..." Donnie rolled his eyes, getting up from his seat, "Well then…I guess I will start packing the bag. At least I can't mess that up!"

Flashing concerned looks at each other, Leatherhead and Mikey fell silent as the purple clad turtle stomped away. Blinking at his body language, Leatherhead bit his lip, examining the situation; Donatello had just became moody when he normally didn't on the subject of food preparation. 

"Did I do something wrong?" Mikey finally asked, feeling guilty by wanting to help out.

Shaking his head, Leatherhead sighed, "No, I think he was looking forward to doing it himself but how were you to know that? I didn't even know."

"Oh okay... Should I chuck this lunch then?"

"No, that would only make this worse; he would just take that the wrong way. How about you let him know what you put into it and ask if there was anything you missed?” Leatherhead suggested.

“Sure, but how does that help?”

“Simple, it tells him you value his opinion. State something along the lines about us hiking and ask if you have packed the necessary foods that will sustain us during the hike. In your own words, of course.”

Nodding, Mikey smiled, “I can do that dude, and make it look like I'm asking this since I’m worried I didn’t get everything.”

“That sounds good. This way, if there is anything he wants to add, he will, or let you do it for him. Either way he will feel like he had some control on what lunch will be…” Leatherhead explained, though he didn’t understand why Donatello felt he needed to have control over what was going into the lunch; it wasn’t like Michelangelo was incompetent in packing a suitable meal. Was something else bothering him?

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"Do we have everything?" Leatherhead asked, coming up to the contemplating turtle.

Donnie held his hand up in the air to temporarily halt any more distractions and he took another look, checking every item, including some extras that weren't necessary, but were for emergencies. Finally checking over his list for the fourth time, he felt confident with the organization of his pack. 

"I believe it’s all here... Leatherhead can you see anything that I missed?"

Shaking his head, the alligator shrugged, "I can't see anything that would be a necessity. Not saying that I would know entirely, as I have never been hiking before."

"Well, you will enjoy this then!" Donnie beamed, tossing the pack over his shoulder, before becoming a sour puss when he dared to look up to see the commotion taking place.

"Raph! Don't stick that there! Who buys a penis shape soap anyway?" Leo's voice screeched through the closed bathroom door.

On cue, Mikey rushed by, holding the video camera prepped and ready, "Shit, they entered the bathroom before I was ready!"

"Mikey?" Donnie dared to ask, only to have his little brother run past him, dashing up the stairs and throwing his voice over his shoulder.

"No time Donnie-boy, I've been waiting for this moment for weeks!" 

Exchanging looks, the alligator and turtle sighed, making a quick escape out of the cottage before this escalated to something neither wanted to know about.

Once surrounded by the tall, healthy trees, serenity came to them at last, as they left the 'American Pie' wannabe plot behind them. 

"Do I want to ask?" Leatherhead finally spoke up, following closely behind Donnie who lead the way down the well beaten path.

Shooting a look towards the cabin, Donnie could only imagine what was going down. He sighed, placing his face in the palm of his hand, "Not really. Let's just say I would put my money on this being one of Mikey's exotic pranks."

"Exotic pranks?"

Biting his lip, Donnie shrugged, letting out a nervous laugh, "You heard right. Mikey's pranks aren’t always so innocent all the time and can be right down in the gutter." 

"I see... I mean, I can..." Leatherhead stuttered, trying to get past the disturbing mental image with the soap which popped into his head a moment ago. Clearing his throat, Leatherhead quickly changed the subject to stop his imagination from exploring the gutter as it so badly wanted to, "Wow look at that, Donatello."

It being obvious that the subject was a bit too much for Leatherhead to handle, Donnie let the event slip back into the shadows, directing his attention towards what Leatherhead was pointing at.

Down the hill through a good two hours of bush, a sparkle of light could be seen. It was too far away to tell for sure, but its shimmering gave them both the impression that there might be some water down there.

"I see it, so Leatherhead do you want to head there, then take a break before say, heading west to those hills to have our lunch?" Donnie asked, mentally mapping out their journey.

The vantage point was perfect to get a rough idea of what the landscape had to offer, though it wasn't as accurate as them using a map. However, this was a lot of fun not knowing one hundred percent what was to come.

A hum came from the alligator and then he smiled, giving a quick nod, "That seems like a good plan. If there is water we can cool down before hiking up those hills. Hopefully by then, the wind will meet us, keeping us cool."

"I was thinking the same thing, though…" Donnie put his hand out feeling the slight breeze, noticing there was a chill to it, "I wonder if it will get any warmer than this. I thought this time of year it would hit the mid thirties. I guess I was wrong." 

Coming up to Donnie and feeling the light wind for himself, Leatherhead had to agree, "I wonder that as well. It’s still early Donatello and it might warm up still. Even if it doesn't, it is quite a suitable temperature either way."

"Yes, you’re right. Then shall we?" Donnie stretched his arms out as an invitation to the alligator.

"We shall."

***-----------***

The untamed thick bushes that had no trail, since that ended long ago, didn’t discourage the reptiles from treading through the wilderness happily.

As they figured, upon reaching their destination they found they were in luck, and the two friends cast their gaze across the crystal blue water.

“It’s a pond all right, and it's so clear.” Amazed, Donnie came up to the water and dipped his toe in, loving the sensation it gave him.

Plopping his arse down on the soft green grass without hesitation, Donnie soaked his feet in the water, accompanied by Leatherhead moments later..

“This is wonderful,” Donnie whispered to himself, laying back and staring at the blue sky, watching as the clouds floated by.

The whisper, not distorted or muffled, was loud enough to put a smile on Leatherhead’s face as he watched his friend’s body relax. The water seemed to be washing all his worries away, leaving him in a state of harmony that Leatherhead was used to seeing him in. The depressed and easy to anger Donatello was a sore sight to witness. This calm and peaceful turtle was who his friend was in truth.

“I would agree Donatello. Strawberry?” Leatherhead first agreed, then offered Donatello some fruit from a container.

“Sure, this would be a good snack,” Donnie replied, taking one and then staring at it like he was thinking again.

“Is there something wrong?” Leatherhead asked.

Snapping out of his train of thought, Donnie sat up, letting out that sigh, “No.”

“You say no, yet your voice and body language says otherwise.”

Donnie resorted to silence and playing with the strawberry, so Leatherhead took it upon himself to bring up the thing he knew had been on Donatello’s mind for some time.

“May I ask, does this have anything to do with the kiss Michelangelo gave you yesterday and how he put together the lunch?”

Biting his lip, Donnie flashed a look at him, perplexed, “How do you get that from me playing with a strawberry?”

Laughing over how struck Donatello was on this, Leatherhead held his sides, “It wasn’t from the berry, it’s from how you’ve been acting all morning.”

Grumpily mumbling, Donnie felt like an idiot, “It’s that noticeable?”

“Unfortunately, yes my friend, it is.”

Popping the berry in his mouth, Donnie chewed before opening up, “Will you keep this between us?”

“You are my friend Donatello, of course I would keep this between us,” he assured the worried turtle.

Nodding slowly, Donnie closed his eyes, “I’m confused.”

“In what regards?”

Playing with his thumbs next, the anxiety was rolling off of Donnie, “I want them, but at the same time, when it happens... even a simple kiss that should have some impact… it… it just feels like a kiss, not ‘A’ kiss… The ones that make the butterflies in your stomach go wild with excitement.”

“I see… this is how you feel when you’re with your brothers when you’re not acting like brothers…” Leatherhead started, before becoming tongue tied seeing Donatello's sudden chuckle at his poor attempt to show understanding.

“Yeah,” Donnie lost that spark of joy, going gloomy again, “When we were younger, we used to do so many things. Things I will not go into details about, but what I can say is, I felt so alive. My body was on fire, so energized by a simple touch or gesture…”

“Then the older you became, that contact no longer had the same sensation?” Leatherhead asked, trying to understand.

“Yes, all that was, is now gone. I have been approached by both Casey and April to see if they could spark the flames again and nothing came out of it. I felt empty inside, unsatisfied. Sure, I had an erection and an orgasm….”

Catching himself, Donnie became nervous and flashed a look at his friend, red in the face.

He couldn’t believe he just said that without thought. 

Yet to his surprise, the alligator wasn’t bothered in the slightest nor did he seem awkward by the comment, content to simply listen to him; something that he wasn’t used to. No one in his family was willing to truly listen and if they actually did, they tried to convince him this could be simply fixed by some way or another.

“Go on,” Leatherhead said, nudging Donatello to get it all out of his system. Regardless that this kind of topic wasn’t the norm for him, he could see how badly Donatello needed to talk, so he pushed any awkward feelings he had to the side; after all, this was not about him but about his friend.

“Well, as you can see, this puts me in a difficult position. I don’t know what I want anymore. I wonder if… if there's something wrong with me? It's not like there are many choices in my kind of life to find someone that will make me feel whole again...”

Placing a supportive hand on his friend’s shoulder, the alligator looked into those chocolate eyes, “Donatello, there is nothing wrong with you. So your brothers don’t satisfy your needs anymore. It could very well be that you’re looking for more than they can offer?”

“If that is true,” Donnie stood up quickly, becoming frustrated, “then what? Do I end up alone and miserable as they continue to be fulfilled by each other's desires and lust?”

With a raised hand, Leatherhead was going to comment only to be stopped abruptly.

"Don't!" Donnie suddenly snapped, eyeing Leatherhead dangerously, his stare full of emotions, mainly jealousy.

Witnessing the brooding storm over the turtle’s head, the conflicted reptile bit his lip, thinking about the best way to handle his stressed friend. 

There was more to this than he originally thought or that Leonardo informed him of; Leatherhead couldn't even be sure whether Leonardo knew there was more or not. 

To think he was being just as blind as Donatello's brothers in thinking this was a simple layer of issues.

There were many layers to this and the core issue was deeper, to the point he had to think this over. 

What was really eating the turtle? Was this the root to his mood swings? If left unchecked, Leatherhead could see many terrible events that could unfold. 

Was Donatello lonely?

Worse, did he see himself as one with no self worth? 

Was he jealous that his brothers were content with each other’s company, meaning he was doomed to be cast to the side alone and unloved? 

Was he searching for something and unfortunately hadn’t found it yet, so was now starting to give up?

It was hard to think that someone with a smile that made you feel warm inside and a kindness to his eyes which made you feel safe, could even be capable of drowning in such dark feelings. 

The worst thing was, he didn't realize he was in over his head when he agreed to help his friend when Leo approached him. 

He wasn't remotely qualified to be such a shrink, and neither had he ever experienced such feelings to use to aid his friend.  Not that he ever really gave it much thought before. He was just thankful to have his friends and his intelligence and not simply be some wild animal. 

Sure, there was more to life that he yet had the pleasure to explore, even so he was simple. His motto was one step at a time and he was happy with it. However, such a philosophy to life wouldn't work on the turtle.

"Donatello, why don't we calm down and finish this snack," Leatherhead coolly suggested. 

If he avoided the underlying issue for now, it might allow Donatello to collect himself before he did something rash. He was becoming too unstable and unpredictable to foresee his future actions.

That was the plan he was thinking would be the wisest path, however it only proved to backfire when in a rage, Donatello threw his arms down to his side and stalked away towards the hills they were to travel to next.

Feeling a trickle of sweat dripping down his brow, Leatherhead let out a long sigh and packed all the stuff up. 

Watching Donatello walking away, he didn't bother calling out or stopping him, instead letting the turtle burn out his frustration. 

It was the best solution for now and Leatherhead would attempt to talk to him later when he was willing and ready. Forcing Donatello to open up would be destructive and only result in the turtle retreating into his shell all the more. 

Not only that, but it would hurt Donatello more in the long run if he lashed out at Leatherhead in a manner he has never done before. 

So unwilling to take that chance, Leatherhead kept his distance, focusing instead on the scent in the air and determining his course of action from that. 

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TBC
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