Bike Riding One-Shot (#1)

Part One

Raph and Mikey

"You don't know what you have until it's gone."

Raph should've known not to take the shell cycle out that day. He had this feeling in his gut but he shook it off thinking it was nothing. Ever since he woke up that morning, something told him something was off. But Raph didn't listen.

He began his day simple. Wake up to an annoying little brother throwing a water balloon in his face, chase said little brother around until Leo broke it up, eat breakfast his little brother made, talk with Leo and Don and try not to kill Mikey. A normal day.

After breakfast, Raph attended training with his brothers. Now, this was a fun moment of his day, since he was sparring Mikey. He took this opportunity to take out all his anger and boy did he. He didn't believe it when Mikey told him his ankle hurt. He regrets not listening to him.

It was then after patrol, he planned to take his bike out for a ride. He went over practically bouncing in excitement to go riding. He'd found something that took the edge off him. Made him relax and forget about his problems.

What he didn't plan was his annoying little brother.

"Raphie, can I please come with you?" Mikey was basically begging. Raph was curious as to why so suddenly Mikey wanted to join him in a late-night ride.

"What? No. No way in shell, are ya eva comin' with me!" He snarled at his baby brother.

"Why?! Please Raphie?! Pretty, pretty please? With a cherry on top! And fudge! And even caramel! I'll even add some sprin-"

"Just shut up! And I made by answer clear; NO!" Raph growled angrily. He was NOT letting his annoying brother go and mess up his bike. Bad enough he was always annoying him. Now he was going to ruin the only thing besides his magazines and punching bag that he truly treasured. No way in shell!

Sadly, there was something Raph was weakened by…. The Mikey Puppy Dog Eyes. No one, and Raph meant NO ONE in the mutant household could stand those eyes. Even Splinter.

Groaning loudly, Raph muttered some nice cuss words before going off to grab an extra helmet and some clothes to cover his brother in whilst riding.

Coming back, Raph throw the helmet and clothes at Mikey who caught them easily.

"Really?! I can come?!"

"Yea chucklehead. But just this once, undastood?" Raph said scowling.

"Oh my shell, thank you Raphie! Let's Go!" His baby brother replied with too much energy for Raph's liking.

"And what'd I tell ya? Don't call me that!" He snarled. He threw his hand out and grabbed Mikey's mask tails to stop his brother.

"Rules. One; I drive. Two; NO MAKING NOISE YA IDIOT! Three; Ya listen to me. I tell ya somethin' and ya do it. No objections, got that?"

"Yep!" Mikey chirped. Raph growled and ignored his bad feeling. He went over to the shell cycle and climbed on. He froze as Mikey climbed on behind him clumsily, before wrapping his arms around his big brother's shell.

Rolling his eyes as his little brother nearly tipped the bike. After Mikey steadied himself, Raph explained to his struggling little brother.

"Mikey, ya have ta steady yer weight on tha bike. Don't just hop on like it's a car or somethin'."

"O-okay." Mikey said as he steadied himself weirdly.

"Got it!" He cheered as he wrapped arms around Raph's shell, proud of himself.

"Okay, go throw yerself a fuckin' party. Whoop de doo. Now let's get movin'!"

Starting up the bike, Raph once again shook off the bad feeling in his gut.

After they'd gotten out to the main streets, Raph felt himself regretting his decision. His little brother was just like a motor. His mouth just kept going a million MPH and never seemed to be stopping either. Mainly because Raph was speeding and Mikey was complaining but Raph found it kind of amusing at first to hear his little brother's girly screams. Now Mikey kept talking about how cool the streets were on street level zooming by. Now Mikey was getting to ranting about how in some dumb comic the good guy would use his motorcycle (which Mikey described as completely decked out) as a mobile and he'd go around getting bad guys on it. Raph was really beginning to regret bringing him.

As they came to an alley way Raph knew always brought trouble, he kicked out the stand and climbed off.

"Mike," he began, glancing at Mikey, "I'm gonna look in 'ere for anythin' excitin'. Wanna come and beat up some street punks with me?"

"Sure!" As ever one to follow, Mikey went with his brother.

~TIMESKIP~

After Mikey and Raph came back, Raph took the liberty of teaching Mikey how to get on the shell cycle. Mikey hurt his ankle in the fight more and Raph managed to ease Mike onto the bike.

"Thanks, Raphie."

"No problem. Just be more careful ya dork, ya could've gotten worse."

"I know… But I'm okay now!" Mikey sang.

Raph deliberately kicked the stand up and gave a light kick to Mikey's injured ankle.

"Owww!" He whined.

"Oh, shut up."

Raph began speeding, something he thought he mastered. Going on the green light, he didn't see the truck running a red. Maybe it was the extra weight. Or maybe it was the bike not being up to par as he hadn't tuned it lately. But in this kind of situation, Raph did what he normally did best; a dangerous and cool stunt to avoid an accident. But unfortunately, it didn't go as expected.

All Raph remembered was the truck coming and Mikey clinging to him, and Raph did what he could to shield his baby brother. He twisted around painfully to wrap himself around Mikey, he didn't care about the bike or maneuvering anymore; just protecting his baby bro.

All he felt was the sudden impact, and then floating for a while, or feeling like he was floating, then the sharp stab as he hit the ground. Then, he was out.

Raph gasped awake, struggling for air. He tried sitting up but found himself trapped under… a body?

Mikey.

'Mikey! Oh shit. Please don't be dead little brother! Please! Stay alive for me, please.' He internally begged.

Slowly turning himself to turn his baby brother's body, he gently moved Mikey onto the ground and studied him.
Mikey had cuts and bruises all over him, much like Raph, except Raph was still breathing, Mikey looked still enough to be dead.

"No! No…. No… Mikey, Mikey," He shook Mikey gently seeing if he'd wake up.

"Mikey please, now's not tha time ta joke ya retard! Get up! Stop goofin' around!" Raph was beginning to worry now. He shook his little brother a bit more and then tried pressing his ear against Mikey's plastron.

He searched for a heartbeat.

….

And he found none.

"NO! NO Mikey! You can't fuckin' do this! COME BACK YA DORK! QUIT PLAYIN'! Please… GET UP!"

Raph sobbed the last part out. His baby brother was gone. And he was going to try everything to get him back. Thank god that they had ended up in an alley way. But humans could still look for them to try and help them. So Raph dragged Mikey over to the manhole in the back of the alley way and popped the manhole cover off with his sais.

Carefully sliding Mikey down, hoping to not damage him anymore. Climbing next, he covered the manhole. Jumping down, he put Mikey laying straight on his shell.

"Please baby brother…" He sobbed out. He began doing CPR.

Thump, thump...

Raph continued pressing down hard on Mikey's plastron.

Carefully, Raph opened Mikey's mouth and breathed into his baby brother twice.

He searched for a heartbeat and found nothing.

He pressed 30 more times.

Breathe, breathe.

Listen.

Nothing.

Thump, thump…

Raph wasn't going to quit. Even when his arms and most likely broken ribs were aching and it was past over an hour, he continued doing this in intervals. 30:2. He wasn't going to stop until his little brother breathed.

"C'mon baby brother! Please goofball! Just come back ta me! I'll never be mean ta ya eva again! I'll let ya read my magazines and pull as many pranks as ya want ta! Ya just have ta come back…. Please."

Raph stopped and sobbed his heart out. He slowly held Mikey close to him.

"I love ya baby brother…. Please. I know I never say it but…. Please. Just come back! Michelangelo…."

Raph sobbed again holding Mikey closer. Finally, he roared angrily, throwing a sai from his belt straight into the sewer wall, leaving a giant crack there.

But Raph didn't care. All he cared about was his now dead baby brother.

"Baby…" He whispered as he remembered Sensei saying that he'd call Mikey that as a tot.

His baby.

When he was told that he scoffed and said no way in shell would he have ever said that.

'I know what he meant…', Raph thought weakly. He gave an ironic chuckle.

"I messed up little brother…. So badly.. I miss ya already. Why didn't I stop ya from comin'? Ya didn't deserve this ta happen ta ya. I'm so fuckin' sorry baby.." Raph's hands were covered in blood. His, but mostly Mikey's. And he looked down.

Then Raph cried.

He tried again.

30 Thumps.

2 Breathes.

Listening.

Repeating.

And then he stopped.

And he cried.