Title: The B-Team

Author: SpartaBlaze (Rebecca)

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles, not even the little turtles. I really wish I did, but I do not.

Author's Note: So this is not my first story on FanFiction. Part of letting go of the past was moving forward, so I let go of my other account, and I started over. I felt like writing about the turtle tots, so that's what I did, using my two favorite turtles, Mikey and Donnie. Please leave feedback if you'd like, so I know what I can improve on.

Chapter Title: Bad Dreams

POV: Donnie's

"Donnie?" I heard a quiet voice call out into my room, and my eyes flashed open. I looked around for the person as I sat up. When my eyes went to the door, they were met with wide blue ones. Mikey.

"What are you doing up?" I asked him as he crawled up onto my bed. He sat down right next to me and leaned his head into my shoulder.

"I had a nightmare," he whispered. I nodded. Mikey had regular nightmares; no one knew why. What was weird, though, was that he came to me. He always goes to Leo, the oldest, when he has nightmares. I had never been Mikey's favorite brother, even though I was close to the same age. I wasn't "fun" enough for him. So why was he here? "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, not sure what else to say. I didn't know what to do for him. Leo would know, but he was probably already asleep. Maybe that's why he was here.

"You know how Master Splinter always tells us about the Shredder?" he checked. I nodded. "I had a dream where the Shredder found us, and he..."

"He did what?" I urged, rubbing his shoulder. He whispered the answer into my plastron so quietly I couldn't hear him. "What was that?"

"He killed you..."

Oh. Oh! That's why he's here. Leo had always told me that Mikey's nightmares were so vivid that he always thought that they were real. So he went to go check on whoever had gotten hurt in his nightmares. I think this was the first time one of us has been killed in one, though.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, bringing him closer to me. "Don't worry, Mikey. I'm fine. There's no need to worry about me," I assured him. He didn't seem so convinced, since he was still hiding his face and crying into me. Hmm... What would calm him down? I looked around me, my eyes landing on the book at the foot of the bed. I smiled as I reached down to grab it. "Do you want me to read to you?"

He nodded rapidly, looking up at me. "You'll read to me?" he asked hopefully. My smile widened.

"Of course. I don't think I've read to you before," I said.

"Leo doesn't know how to read to me," he told me.

I nodded. "I know. He's still trying to learn, though."

I pulled my pillow up so I could lean against it as I read. He sat up with me. I opened the picture book and held it out so he could see the pictures. I reached behind me and flipped the switch. The light turned on, and he smiled.

After I finished reading to him – and he fell asleep – I got off the bed. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him back to his room. He was incredibly heavy, but I struggled on. He was sucking his thumb, his stuffed teddy bear clutched to his plastron. I smiled as I laid him down on his bed. I tucked him and turned to leave. I stopped when I heard him whisper, "I love you, Donnie" in his sleep. I smiled brightly as I left the room. That meant the world to me.