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Summary: Something has changed in Raphael's treatment of Leonardo. It's obvious enough to arouse Michelangelo's curiosity. The discovery of that secret forever alters the Turtles' lives.
Rating: R

~~Preview art of a scene from part 7 commissioned from the amazing @NeatTea", "writing": "\tMikey's first thought after being accosted by Raph was, [i]``Guess I wasn't subtle enough.''[/i]\n\n\tThe next was that his brother was fishing and if Mikey wanted to keep him off balance, then he needed to go on the offensive.\n\n\t``Is there some reason I keep tripping over you?'' Mikey asked. ``I mean, you've made it really clear the last couple of days that I'm persona non grata, so I'm trying to stay out of your way. Problem is, every time I've looked up, there you are glaring at me. What's the deal?''\n\n\tIt was clear that he had managed to catch Raph off guard. His brother stared at him, his expression more perplexed than angry. The scowl returned soon enough.\n\n\t``Ya' been all over Leo today,'' Raph said. ``It's almost like you're trying to be Leo's mini-me. What's your angle? Ya' trying to get him pissed at me for some reason?''\n\n\t[i]``Gotcha,''[/i] Mikey thought to himself. Out loud he said, ``Not everything is about you, Raphie boy. Why would I even bother with that when you do such a spectacular job of aggravating Leo all by yourself?''\n\n\t``Don't ya' fucking lie to me,'' Raph said. ``Ya' seem to be nearby whenever me and Leo get into it. Our fights ain't for your amusement.''\n\n\t``They kinda are,'' Mikey said, playing into Raph's new notion that he had a hand in instigating their fights. ``I mean, they are kind of pointless. Why shouldn't I be curious?''\n\n\t``Curious ain't the same thing as trying to poke the hornet's nest,'' Raph said.\n\n\tMikey shrugged. ``You seem to be the only one who's bothered by me. Since when does it matter to you whether Leo's annoyed or not?''\n\n\t``It don't,'' Raph said firmly.\n\n\t``Then why'd you jump me as soon as I stepped out of his room?'' Mikey asked. ``Geez, make up your mind. No wonder you couldn't fight well today. Maybe you should try meditating too. Bet Leo wouldn't mind if you went on in there and joined him.''\n\n\tHe gestured towards Leo's door, more as a reminder of where they were standing and that Leo was within earshot. Mikey was sure Raph's pride wouldn't allow him to go inside, but it was interesting to see such a show of indecision on the hot head's face.\n\n\tPride won and Raph stormed past Mikey, making certain to slam his shoulder into the younger turtle's as he did so. On the off chance that Raph glanced back at him, Mikey kept his smile of satisfaction internal.\n\n\t``Catastrophe averted,'' Mikey muttered under his breath. \n\nHe heard the television array come to life, the sound turned up a little louder than necessary. That was either Raph's way of trying to attract Leo's attention, or a `screw you' to Mikey. Maybe both.\n\nHeading downstairs, Mikey went the long way around to get to the kitchen, thus avoiding drawing Raph's attention again. Far from finished with his gambit to evoke Raph's jealousy, Mikey chose to make one of Leo's favorite meals for dinner.\n\nIt was supposed to be Don's turn to make dinner, but there was no sign of him. That wasn't unusual or even surprising. Master Splinter had actually created a special rule with Donny in mind. That rule was to go pull him from whatever he was working on and remind him that he had a chore to do.\n\nSince Mikey was willing, and if he was honest, needed to make dinner as part of what he'd dubbed `Operation Sex', he didn't bother Don. As Mikey was putting the final ingredients together, he heard the news come on and looked up just as Leo came out of his room.\n\nMikey started to wave to his brother, but Leo's attention was fixed on the living area. When he started moving in that direction, Mikey figured out why Raph had changed channels. He knew he'd draw Leo to him.\n\nMaybe Mikey's plan was working after all. If Raph was truly pissed at Leo and wanted nothing to do with him, there was no way he'd give up one of his shows in order to watch the news. Raph hated the news, he always said it was all bad and that it ticked him off.\n\nCurious, Mikey tiptoed to a position where he could see the couch. Sure enough, Raph and Leo were sitting side-by-side, both seemingly engrossed in the weather report.\n\nChuckling to himself, Mikey went back to his dinner preparations. His brothers weren't just sitting on the couch together. If things were normal, they'd each be sitting on opposite ends. They weren't though, the pair were sitting close enough to feel each other's body heat.\n\nSliding the pan into the oven, Mikey washed his hands while toying with the idea of seeing if he could squeeze in between them. He nixed that notion as being way too obvious and instead went in search of Donatello.\n\nThe genius was not hard to find. He was exactly where Mikey had left him earlier; in the service bay.\n\nMikey had learned the hard way not to sneak up on Don when he was working, but there was something furtive in how his brother was hunched over his work station. The tarp over Don's secret project had been disarranged and Mikey could see that whatever it was sat atop a table. What looked very much like a game controller was also visible.\n\nPracticing his stealth technique, Mikey silently approached Don. Still several feet away, he could see robotic parts strewn about and what appeared to be a tiny but very long tail was in Don's hands.\n\nBefore he could get close enough for a really good look, a bell tinkled and Don jerked around in his chair.\n\nMikey paused in mid-step and offered Don a sheepish grin. ``What was that?''\n\nPlacing a large towel over his work station, Don said. ``You broke an electronic beam connected to an alarm that sounds an alert whenever someone is trying to creep up on me.''\n\n``Aw come on, Donny,'' Mikey said in his most wheedling tone. ``Show me your project. I won't tell anyone else. Besides, I already saw a controller over there on the table and the robot parts you just hid under the towel.''\n\nDon's eyes narrowed. ``You are too nosy for your own good. This is supposed to be a surprise for everyone.''\n\n``So surprise me early,'' Mikey said. ``Maybe I can help with something. You never let me help. I'm really good with my hands.''\n\n``What you're really good at is pressing buttons that you shouldn't press,'' Don said.\n\n``Total accident,'' Mikey said. ``I didn't hurt the Battle Shell. You can't hold that over me forever. Nothing important got damaged.''\n\n``And playing with shiny things you know nothing about,'' Don said.\n\n``We'd never have saved Sydney and the gang if I hadn't done that,'' Mikey countered. ``Besides, who do you think magnanimously made dinner tonight even though it was your turn?''\n\n``Oh crud, I completely forgot!'' Don exclaimed. ``Master Splinter is going to kill me.''\n\n``No he won't, he was nowhere around,'' Mikey said with a complacent purr. ``We'll let him think you made dinner.''\n\nHe stared expectantly at his brother, who sighed. ``Just as long as I share my secret with you,'' Don said, finishing the sentence for him.\n\nMikey graciously waved that away. ``Shush, I would never resort to blackmail.''\n\n``Of course you wouldn't,'' Don said. ``You'd just guilt trip me until I gave in.''\n\n``So give in now and save yourself the headache,'' Mikey told him.\n\nDon's jaw worked from side to side, a sure sign that he was about to acquiesce. Mikey waited patiently, careful not to look too pleased with himself.\n\n``Okay fine, but not a word to anyone else, got that?'' Don asked.\n\nMikey swiped an X across his chest. ``Cross my heart. Lemme see.''\n\nLifting the towel, Don showed Mikey what was underneath. The portion of tail he'd seen was attached to a small mechanical reptile.\n\n``It's a lizard,'' Mikey said, surprised.\n\n``Technically, it's an Italian Wall Lizard,'' Don said. ``They're mostly abundant throughout the two boroughs on Long Island, but they're spreading through the other boroughs as well. They were accidently released from a pet shop in nineteen-sixty six.''\n\n``But Donny, why are you building lizards?'' Mikey asked.\n\n``Because they can go just about anywhere and be completely unnoticed,'' Don answered. ``The ones I'm making are replicas of juvenile Wall lizards because the youngsters don't have the green coloring down their backs. Their tan coloring blends well against most backgrounds.''\n\n``And once more I have to ask, why?'' Mikey leaned over to touch the lizard's tail and then jumped back when the appendage flicked his finger.\n\n``Unlike rodents, the lizards don't engender the same panicked reaction if they're seen,'' Don said. ``People just think they're cute and leave them alone when they scurry away. I've installed surveillance equipment in each of the five that I've completed.''\n\n``Is the controller for the lizards?'' Mikey asked.\n\n``One controller can operate two lizards,'' Don said. ``It's all about frequency. These little guys can be set to automatic so they can patrol a set pattern in the tunnels, or you can manually operate them with the controller. They're able to climb walls and stick to them, crawl anywhere, and squeeze into tight spaces. They'll never set off security systems, even heat sensors, because they run cool.''\n\n``This is awesome, bro','' Mikey said. ``Can I test one?''\n\nDon glanced towards the lair. ``Depends on where Leo and Raph are. I don't want them to stumble across the project until I've finished at least ten lizards.''\n\n``They're watching TV,'' Mikey said, gingerly reaching to pick up the lizard. It bit his finger. ``Hey!''\n\n``They're programmed to react like real lizards,'' Don said. ``If they can't escape, they'll fight back.''\n\n``Not much of a fight though,'' Mikey said. ``It didn't hurt.''\n\n``All it's meant to do is startle someone into dropping them,'' Don said. ``They can survive a ten foot drop without damage. I thought Leo and Raph were avoiding each other.''\n\n``Raph tell you that?'' Mikey asked.\n\n``Raph hasn't told me anything, not even why they're fighting so much,'' Don said, frowning.\n\n``Me either,'' Mikey said. It was the truth. ``I've tried to ask him, but he tells me to go someplace I'd rather not go.''\n\n``Is that why you've been so chummy with Leo today? You're trying to find out what's up with those two?'' Don asked, his expression a little too innocent appearing.\n\nThe way he asked that caught Mikey's attention. Don usually straight out asked what he wanted to know and never had a hidden agenda to his questions. He understood Mikey well enough to know that the younger turtle was always trying to ferret out any secrets family members might be keeping. Don shouldn't even have had to ask.\n\nBut he had and Mikey wondered why.\n\n``Maybe,'' Mikey said, drawing out the syllables in that one word. \n\nHe was purposely vague in the hopes that it would draw something else out of Don. Instead of continuing the conversation, Don stood up and went to the tarp covered table to retrieve the controller that Mikey had seen.\n\n``Here, let me show you how to guide the lizard,'' Don said.\n\nStanding shoulder to shoulder with Mikey, he did a quick walk through of the controls, which weren't very different from operating one of their video games. A little pop up screen showed exactly what the mechanical lizard saw and a volume function allowed the user to hear everything as well.\n\nAfter Don set the lizard on the ground, he moved back to Mikey's side. Don's hands hovered near his younger brother's as Mikey guided the lizard through a series of commands. Leaning in close, Don watched the screen with Mikey so they could both see images from the spy lizard's point of view.\n\nMikey was adept enough with a controller that he didn't have to pay strict attention to what Don was telling him. He couldn't have if he'd tried; having Don so close to him was slightly intoxicating. Not only did Don smell really good, but his touch was electrifying, especially to certain parts of Mikey's anatomy.\n\nWhen he found himself asking for clarification on a control he didn't really need help with, Mikey realized that he was using excuses to keep Don near. Then Don reached around him to put a hand on Mikey's shoulder, pulling half of the younger turtle's body flush against his chest.\n\nDonatello was merely trying to help adjust a setting, but Mikey had a startling physical reaction to the contact. His tail stiffened, heart began beating faster, and a very specific kind of heat started to pool in his lower extremities.\n\nFlushed, Mikey suddenly recognized the signs of arousal with a great deal of embarrassment. He had to get away fast, before Don noticed.\n\n``Shell! I forgot that I've got something in the oven!'' Mikey yelped, shoving the controller into Don's hand and spinning out of his hold. Practically running up the stairs, he tossed back over his shoulder, ``Thanks for showing that to me. I'll keep it to myself.''\n\nMikey made a beeline for the kitchen and straight to the catch all drawer. Inside was a full length apron, inscribed with the words `Kiss the Chef'. He donned the apron as quickly as he could in order to hide the fact that he was sporting a half hard woody beneath his shell.\n\nTurning on the tap, Mikey splashed cold water over his neck, face, and arms. Eyes closed, he reached for the towel and encountered skin instead.\n\nOpening his eyes, he saw Don standing next to him.\n\n``Are you okay, Mikey?'' Don asked as he handed the towel to his brother.\n\n``Yep, doing just fine,'' Mikey said. ``Just wanted to make sure I didn't have any metal flakes or dirt on me before I handled food. Why are you here?''\n\nDon's eye ridges lifted. ``Because it's my turn to cook and I missed the first part of dinner prep. I don't want to shirk the rest of my duties.''\n\n``Cool,'' Mikey said. ``I was gonna toss a salad. You wanna take care of that?''\n\n``Sure.'' Don went to the refrigerator to retrieve the vegetables and Mikey took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.\n\nHe made sure to stay as far from Don in their small kitchen as he could, without seeming too obvious about it. [i]``I wonder if this is how Leo and Raph feel when they get close to each other,'' [/i]Mikey pondered as he set the table.\n\nThroughout dinner Mikey surreptitiously watched Don. There was no denying that he had a thing for the genius. Even if he hadn't understood the signs of attraction before, there was no escaping them now.\n\nMikey thought back over their conversation, and the way Don had sounded when he'd asked about Leo. Was it possible that in his attempts to make Raph jealous, he'd also activated a similar feeling in Donatello?\n\nIt was probably wishful thinking, Mikey told himself. He was seeing things that weren't there because his vision was skewed by what was going on between Raph and Leo.\n\nA couple of hours later Don was back in the service bay and Mikey was feeling out of sorts. Leo had gone to his room to read a book, and Raph was busy sanding the rust off some free weights he'd found.\n\nMaster Splinter had co-opted the television array and was watching a group of people competing against an obstacle course for a chance to win money. He found the show to be endlessly amusing, probably because of how easily he or any of his sons could have beaten the course.\n\nMikey had never heard his father express such an opinion because he wouldn't ever make light of anyone else's limitations, especially not a humans'. At least not out loud. It was fun to watch his facial expression though, so Mikey joined him.\n\nA while later Raph could be heard tossing some things around and then cursing. Master Splinter frowned, so Mikey got off the couch and went partway down the stairs to find out the problem.\n\n``Uh Raph, Master Splinter can hear you,'' Mikey said, trying to warn his brother.\n\n``Well shi . . . crud,'' Raph replied, changing his word choice mid-stream. ``Have ya' seen my red stretch wrap? I need to wrap these damn handles and it's disappeared.''\n\n``Haven't see it, haven't touched it,'' Mikey said. ``Maybe it's in the service bay.''\n\n``It's not in the service bay,'' Raph snapped. ``It's never in the service bay. It's always right here with the rest of my weight equipment.''\n\nFrom the corner of his eye, Mikey could see Leo come out of his room. ``Don't get mad at me,'' Mikey told Raph. ``I was trying to help.''\n\n``I've got stretch wrap in my room,'' Leo said.\n\nHis arms were crossed and he was staring at Raph, who turned his attention from Mikey in favor of glaring at his oldest brother.\n\n``Is it mine?'' Raph asked.\n\n``No,'' Leo said.\n\nRaph waited a moment but it was clear no other response was forthcoming. ``So what was that, a public service announcement? Ya' gonna give me the wrap or just stand there looking pleased with yourself?''\n\n``I'll have to look for it,'' Leo said. ``Since you want it, you should come up here and help me look.''\n\nFrom the expression on Raph's face, it was obvious he wanted to tell Leo where to shove the wrap. He was also struggling with the desire to find out if the wrap that Leo claimed to have [i]was [/i]actually his.\n\nCuriosity won. Raph stomped across the lair towards Leo's room and just before he got there, Leo went inside. There was no hesitation on Raph's part as he entered the bedroom, and then Mikey watched the door swing shut.\n\nBecause it had quieted down, Master Splinter had returned to watching his show. Mikey on the other hand was dying to know what was going on behind that closed door, but there was no way he could eavesdrop with his father so close.\n\nThe whole `missing wrap, come to my room' shtick was just too pat. They had all known that Raph was going to work on those weights and that he always wrapped the handles with red tape.\n\nMikey didn't know when Leo had found the opportunity to disappear the wrap. He'd been glued to Leonardo for most of the day. There was no doubt in Mikey's mind that Leo had been responsible. Being the master of stealth that he was, he had somehow managed to elude Mikey long enough to put his plan into action.\n\nAll of that passed through Mikey's brain as he went downstairs and towards the service bay. It wasn't until the moving van came into view that it dawned on him why he was going in that direction.\n\nSwitching to ninja mode, Mikey crept to the head of the stairs and looked around for Donny. He couldn't see his brother, but he could hear him working on something in the van's cab.\n\nTaking a chance, Mikey slunk down the stairs. Just in time he remembered the electronic beam and stepped over it as he approached the tarp covered table.\n\nCarefully lifting the tarp, Mikey swiped the controller and the lizard he had tested earlier. Something banged behind him and Mikey almost jumped out of his shell, but a quick look proved that Don hadn't spotted him.\n\nMikey practically flew across the service bay and back into the lair proper. He swiftly ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and then setting the mechanical lizard on the ground.\n\nIt slipped under the door as easily as Don had said it would. Mikey manipulated the controls, sending the lizard straight to Leo's room.\n\nAs the lizard crawled under Leo's bedroom door, Mikey licked his lips and took a seat on the toilet lid. Invading his brothers' privacy did not give him a second thought.\n\nThe only thing that caused him any concern was knowing that if Don caught him, he was dead meat.\n\nTBC...............\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tMikey's first thought after being accosted by Raph was, ``Guess I wasn't subtle enough.''

\tThe next was that his brother was fishing and if Mikey wanted to keep him off balance, then he needed to go on the offensive.

\t``Is there some reason I keep tripping over you?'' Mikey asked.  ``I mean, you've made it really clear the last couple of days that I'm persona non grata, so I'm trying to stay out of your way.  Problem is, every time I've looked up, there you are glaring at me.  What's the deal?''

\tIt was clear that he had managed to catch Raph off guard.  His brother stared at him, his expression more perplexed than angry.  The scowl returned soon enough.

\t``Ya' been all over Leo today,'' Raph said.  ``It's almost like you're trying to be Leo's mini-me.  What's your angle?  Ya' trying to get him pissed at me for some reason?''

\t``Gotcha,'' Mikey thought to himself.  Out loud he said, ``Not everything is about you, Raphie boy.  Why would I even bother with that when you do such a spectacular job of aggravating Leo all by yourself?''

\t``Don't ya' fucking lie to me,'' Raph said.  ``Ya' seem to be nearby whenever me and Leo get into it.  Our fights ain't for your amusement.''

\t``They kinda are,'' Mikey said, playing into Raph's new notion that he had a hand in instigating their fights.  ``I mean, they are kind of pointless.  Why shouldn't I be curious?''

\t``Curious ain't the same thing as trying to poke the hornet's nest,'' Raph said.

\tMikey shrugged.  ``You seem to be the only one who's bothered by me.  Since when does it matter to you whether Leo's annoyed or not?''

\t``It don't,'' Raph said firmly.

\t``Then why'd you jump me as soon as I stepped out of his room?'' Mikey asked.  ``Geez, make up your mind.  No wonder you couldn't fight well today.  Maybe you should try meditating too.  Bet Leo wouldn't mind if you went on in there and joined him.''

\tHe gestured towards Leo's door, more as a reminder of where they were standing and that Leo was within earshot.  Mikey was sure Raph's pride wouldn't allow him to go inside, but it was interesting to see such a show of indecision on the hot head's face.

\tPride won and Raph stormed past Mikey, making certain to slam his shoulder into the younger turtle's as he did so.  On the off chance that Raph glanced back at him, Mikey kept his smile of satisfaction internal.

\t``Catastrophe averted,'' Mikey muttered under his breath.

He heard the television array come to life, the sound turned up a little louder than necessary.  That was either Raph's way of trying to attract Leo's attention, or a `screw you' to Mikey.  Maybe both.

Heading downstairs, Mikey went the long way around to get to the kitchen, thus avoiding drawing Raph's attention again.  Far from finished with his gambit to evoke Raph's jealousy, Mikey chose to make one of Leo's favorite meals for dinner.

It was supposed to be Don's turn to make dinner, but there was no sign of him.  That wasn't unusual or even surprising.  Master Splinter had actually created a special rule with Donny in mind.  That rule was to go pull him from whatever he was working on and remind him that he had a chore to do.

Since Mikey was willing, and if he was honest, needed to make dinner as part of what he'd dubbed `Operation Sex', he didn't bother Don.  As Mikey was putting the final ingredients together, he heard the news come on and looked up just as Leo came out of his room.

Mikey started to wave to his brother, but Leo's attention was fixed on the living area.  When he started moving in that direction, Mikey figured out why Raph had changed channels.  He knew he'd draw Leo to him.

Maybe Mikey's plan was working after all.  If Raph was truly pissed at Leo and wanted nothing to do with him, there was no way he'd give up one of his shows in order to watch the news.  Raph hated the news, he always said it was all bad and that it ticked him off.

Curious, Mikey tiptoed to a position where he could see the couch.  Sure enough, Raph and Leo were sitting side-by-side, both seemingly engrossed in the weather report.

Chuckling to himself, Mikey went back to his dinner preparations.  His brothers weren't just sitting on the couch together.  If things were normal, they'd each be sitting on opposite ends.  They weren't though, the pair were sitting close enough to feel each other's body heat.

Sliding the pan into the oven, Mikey washed his hands while toying with the idea of seeing if he could squeeze in between them.  He nixed that notion as being way too obvious and instead went in search of Donatello.

The genius was not hard to find.  He was exactly where Mikey had left him earlier; in the service bay.

Mikey had learned the hard way not to sneak up on Don when he was working, but there was something furtive in how his brother was hunched over his work station.  The tarp over Don's secret project had been disarranged and Mikey could see that whatever it was sat atop a table.  What looked very much like a game controller was also visible.

Practicing his stealth technique, Mikey silently approached Don.  Still several feet away, he could see robotic parts strewn about and what appeared to be a tiny but very long tail was in Don's hands.

Before he could get close enough for a really good look, a bell tinkled and Don jerked around in his chair.

Mikey paused in mid-step and offered Don a sheepish grin.  ``What was that?''

Placing a large towel over his work station, Don said.  ``You broke an electronic beam connected to an alarm that sounds an alert whenever someone is trying to creep up on me.''

``Aw come on, Donny,'' Mikey said in his most wheedling tone.  ``Show me your project.  I won't tell anyone else.  Besides, I already saw a controller over there on the table and the robot parts you just hid under the towel.''

Don's eyes narrowed.  ``You are too nosy for your own good.  This is supposed to be a surprise for everyone.''

``So surprise me early,'' Mikey said.  ``Maybe I can help with something.  You never let me help.  I'm really good with my hands.''

``What you're really good at is pressing buttons that you shouldn't press,'' Don said.

``Total accident,'' Mikey said.  ``I didn't hurt the Battle Shell.  You can't hold that over me forever.  Nothing important got damaged.''

``And playing with shiny things you know nothing about,'' Don said.

``We'd never have saved Sydney and the gang if I hadn't done that,'' Mikey countered.  ``Besides, who do you think magnanimously made dinner tonight even though it was your turn?''

``Oh crud, I completely forgot!'' Don exclaimed.  ``Master Splinter is going to kill me.''

``No he won't, he was nowhere around,'' Mikey said with a complacent purr.  ``We'll let him think you made dinner.''

He stared expectantly at his brother, who sighed.  ``Just as long as I share my secret with you,'' Don said, finishing the sentence for him.

Mikey graciously waved that away.  ``Shush, I would never resort to blackmail.''

``Of course you wouldn't,'' Don said.  ``You'd just guilt trip me until I gave in.''

``So give in now and save yourself the headache,'' Mikey told him.

Don's jaw worked from side to side, a sure sign that he was about to acquiesce.  Mikey waited patiently, careful not to look too pleased with himself.

``Okay fine, but not a word to anyone else, got that?'' Don asked.

Mikey swiped an X across his chest.  ``Cross my heart.  Lemme see.''

Lifting the towel, Don showed Mikey what was underneath.  The portion of tail he'd seen was attached to a small mechanical reptile.

``It's a lizard,'' Mikey said, surprised.

``Technically, it's an Italian Wall Lizard,'' Don said.  ``They're mostly abundant throughout the two boroughs on Long Island, but they're spreading through the other boroughs as well.  They were accidently released from a pet shop in nineteen-sixty six.''

``But Donny, why are you building lizards?'' Mikey asked.

``Because they can go just about anywhere and be completely unnoticed,'' Don answered.  ``The ones I'm making are replicas of juvenile Wall lizards because the youngsters don't have the green coloring down their backs.  Their tan coloring blends well against most backgrounds.''

``And once more I have to ask, why?''  Mikey leaned over to touch the lizard's tail and then jumped back when the appendage flicked his finger.

``Unlike rodents, the lizards don't engender the same panicked reaction if they're seen,'' Don said.  ``People just think they're cute and leave them alone when they scurry away.  I've installed surveillance equipment in each of the five that I've completed.''

``Is the controller for the lizards?'' Mikey asked.

``One controller can operate two lizards,'' Don said.  ``It's all about frequency.  These little guys can be set to automatic so they can patrol a set pattern in the tunnels, or you can manually operate them with the controller.  They're able to climb walls and stick to them, crawl anywhere, and squeeze into tight spaces.  They'll never set off security systems, even heat sensors, because they run cool.''

``This is awesome, bro','' Mikey said.  ``Can I test one?''

Don glanced towards the lair.  ``Depends on where Leo and Raph are.  I don't want them to stumble across the project until I've finished at least ten lizards.''

``They're watching TV,'' Mikey said, gingerly reaching to pick up the lizard.  It bit his finger.  ``Hey!''

``They're programmed to react like real lizards,'' Don said.  ``If they can't escape, they'll fight back.''

``Not much of a fight though,'' Mikey said.  ``It didn't hurt.''

``All it's meant to do is startle someone into dropping them,'' Don said.  ``They can survive a ten foot drop without damage.  I thought Leo and Raph were avoiding each other.''

``Raph tell you that?'' Mikey asked.

``Raph hasn't told me anything, not even why they're fighting so much,'' Don said, frowning.

``Me either,'' Mikey said.  It was the truth.  ``I've tried to ask him, but he tells me to go someplace I'd rather not go.''

``Is that why you've been so chummy with Leo today?  You're trying to find out what's up with those two?'' Don asked, his expression a little too innocent appearing.

The way he asked that caught Mikey's attention.  Don usually straight out asked what he wanted to know and never had a hidden agenda to his questions.  He understood Mikey well enough to know that the younger turtle was always trying to ferret out any secrets family members might be keeping.  Don shouldn't even have had to ask.

But he had and Mikey wondered why.

``Maybe,'' Mikey said, drawing out the syllables in that one word.

He was purposely vague in the hopes that it would draw something else out of Don.  Instead of continuing the conversation, Don stood up and went to the tarp covered table to retrieve the controller that Mikey had seen.

``Here, let me show you how to guide the lizard,'' Don said.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Mikey, he did a quick walk through of the controls, which weren't very different from operating one of their video games.  A little pop up screen showed exactly what the mechanical lizard saw and a volume function allowed the user to hear everything as well.

After Don set the lizard on the ground, he moved back to Mikey's side.  Don's hands hovered near his younger brother's as Mikey guided the lizard through a series of commands.  Leaning in close, Don watched the screen with Mikey so they could both see images from the spy lizard's point of view.

Mikey was adept enough with a controller that he didn't have to pay strict attention to what Don was telling him.  He couldn't have if he'd tried; having Don so close to him was slightly intoxicating.  Not only did Don smell really good, but his touch was electrifying, especially to certain parts of Mikey's anatomy.

When he found himself asking for clarification on a control he didn't really need help with, Mikey realized that he was using excuses to keep Don near.  Then Don reached around him to put a hand on Mikey's shoulder, pulling half of the younger turtle's body flush against his chest.

Donatello was merely trying to help adjust a setting, but Mikey had a startling physical reaction to the contact.  His tail stiffened, heart began beating faster, and a very specific kind of heat started to pool in his lower extremities.

Flushed, Mikey suddenly recognized the signs of arousal with a great deal of embarrassment.  He had to get away fast, before Don noticed.

``Shell!  I forgot that I've got something in the oven!'' Mikey yelped, shoving the controller into Don's hand and spinning out of his hold.  Practically running up the stairs, he tossed back over his shoulder, ``Thanks for showing that to me.  I'll keep it to myself.''

Mikey made a beeline for the kitchen and straight to the catch all drawer.  Inside was a full length apron, inscribed with the words `Kiss the Chef'.  He donned the apron as quickly as he could in order to hide the fact that he was sporting a half hard woody beneath his shell.

Turning on the tap, Mikey splashed cold water over his neck, face, and arms.  Eyes closed, he reached for the towel and encountered skin instead.

Opening his eyes, he saw Don standing next to him.

``Are you okay, Mikey?'' Don asked as he handed the towel to his brother.

``Yep, doing just fine,'' Mikey said.  ``Just wanted to make sure I didn't have any metal flakes or dirt on me before I handled food.  Why are you here?''

Don's eye ridges lifted.  ``Because it's my turn to cook and I missed the first part of dinner prep.  I don't want to shirk the rest of my duties.''

``Cool,'' Mikey said.  ``I was gonna toss a salad.  You wanna take care of that?''

``Sure.''  Don went to the refrigerator to retrieve the vegetables and Mikey took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.

He made sure to stay as far from Don in their small kitchen as he could, without seeming too obvious about it.  ``I wonder if this is how Leo and Raph feel when they get close to each other,'' Mikey pondered as he set the table.

Throughout dinner Mikey surreptitiously watched Don.  There was no denying that he had a thing for the genius.  Even if he hadn't understood the signs of attraction before, there was no escaping them now.

Mikey thought back over their conversation, and the way Don had sounded when he'd asked about Leo.  Was it possible that in his attempts to make Raph jealous, he'd also activated a similar feeling in Donatello?

It was probably wishful thinking, Mikey told himself.  He was seeing things that weren't there because his vision was skewed by what was going on between Raph and Leo.

A couple of hours later Don was back in the service bay and Mikey was feeling out of sorts.  Leo had gone to his room to read a book, and Raph was busy sanding the rust off some free weights he'd found.

Master Splinter had co-opted the television array and was watching a group of people competing against an obstacle course for a chance to win money.  He found the show to be endlessly amusing, probably because of how easily he or any of his sons could have beaten the course.

Mikey had never heard his father express such an opinion because he wouldn't ever make light of anyone else's limitations, especially not a humans'.  At least not out loud.  It was fun to watch his facial expression though, so Mikey joined him.

A while later Raph could be heard tossing some things around and then cursing.  Master Splinter frowned, so Mikey got off the couch and went partway down the stairs to find out the problem.

``Uh Raph, Master Splinter can hear you,'' Mikey said, trying to warn his brother.

``Well shi . . . crud,'' Raph replied, changing his word choice mid-stream.  ``Have ya' seen my red stretch wrap?  I need to wrap these damn handles and it's disappeared.''

``Haven't see it, haven't touched it,'' Mikey said.  ``Maybe it's in the service bay.''

``It's not in the service bay,'' Raph snapped.  ``It's never in the service bay.  It's always right here with the rest of my weight equipment.''

From the corner of his eye, Mikey could see Leo come out of his room.  ``Don't get mad at me,'' Mikey told Raph.  ``I was trying to help.''

``I've got stretch wrap in my room,'' Leo said.

His arms were crossed and he was staring at Raph, who turned his attention from Mikey in favor of glaring at his oldest brother.

``Is it mine?'' Raph asked.

``No,'' Leo said.

Raph waited a moment but it was clear no other response was forthcoming.  ``So what was that, a public service announcement?  Ya' gonna give me the wrap or just stand there looking pleased with yourself?''

``I'll have to look for it,'' Leo said.  ``Since you want it, you should come up here and help me look.''

From the expression on Raph's face, it was obvious he wanted to tell Leo where to shove the wrap.  He was also struggling with the desire to find out if the wrap that Leo claimed to have was actually his.

Curiosity won.  Raph stomped across the lair towards Leo's room and just before he got there, Leo went inside.  There was no hesitation on Raph's part as he entered the bedroom, and then Mikey watched the door swing shut.

Because it had quieted down, Master Splinter had returned to watching his show.  Mikey on the other hand was dying to know what was going on behind that closed door, but there was no way he could eavesdrop with his father so close.

The whole `missing wrap, come to my room' shtick was just too pat.  They had all known that Raph was going to work on those weights and that he always wrapped the handles with red tape.

Mikey didn't know when Leo had found the opportunity to disappear the wrap.  He'd been glued to Leonardo for most of the day.  There was no doubt in Mikey's mind that Leo had been responsible.  Being the master of stealth that he was, he had somehow managed to elude Mikey long enough to put his plan into action.

All of that passed through Mikey's brain as he went downstairs and towards the service bay.  It wasn't until the moving van came into view that it dawned on him why he was going in that direction.

Switching to ninja mode, Mikey crept to the head of the stairs and looked around for Donny.  He couldn't see his brother, but he could hear him working on something in the van's cab.

Taking a chance, Mikey slunk down the stairs.  Just in time he remembered the electronic beam and stepped over it as he approached the tarp covered table.

Carefully lifting the tarp, Mikey swiped the controller and the lizard he had tested earlier.  Something banged behind him and Mikey almost jumped out of his shell, but a quick look proved that Don hadn't spotted him.

Mikey practically flew across the service bay and back into the lair proper.  He swiftly ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and then setting the mechanical lizard on the ground.

It slipped under the door as easily as Don had said it would.  Mikey manipulated the controls, sending the lizard straight to Leo's room.

As the lizard crawled under Leo's bedroom door, Mikey licked his lips and took a seat on the toilet lid.  Invading his brothers' privacy did not give him a second thought.

The only thing that caused him any concern was knowing that if Don caught him, he was dead meat.

TBC...............

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