Title: Magic Mike (2k14)

Rating: K+

Mikey lay on his plastron on the bed amid all his comics. Lazily flipping through one, he sighed and closed it. Carefully he placed it back into its plastic covering and put it into his old binder. He had read through each of them more times than he could count. In a week the next issue of The Blind Mole-Man was due out and he just had to have it. The only problem was that everyone else would also want that issue, so the small comic book store would be super crowded. He couldn't wait for a trashed copy to find its way into the sewer. No one was gonna throw it away, and he didn't want to wait until someone perhaps did.

He scooted to the edge of the bed, thinking of an excuse to leave so he could get this comic when it comes out. The store closed at about 5:00 p.m. and it was summer time. It would still be broad daylight. Now this wasn't usually the biggest issue. Mikey had been purchasing comics from Mike's Magic Comics for the past six months. He always tried to be as careful as possible. Basically he would go to the shadowed back of the building, sneak in and grab the comics he wanted and then leave the money with a quickly scrawled thank you note. The first time he'd done that he came back the next day to see the owner's reaction. As expected the guy freaked, but he didn't call the cops. When Mikey thought about it, there was no crime committed, not really. He did leave the money there to pay for the comics. When Mikey came back for the fourth time he found a return note saying:

I appreciate you leaving the money, whoever you are. But please wash your hands before you touch the comics. Found pizza stains on a couple of them that I couldn't sell.

-Mike Pirelli, Owner

Mikey smiled broadly when he got it. This Mike guy was cool and really why wouldn't he be? His name was Mike, duh.

No one but Raph knew about his little daytime excursions, after insisting on coming with him one of those times. Raph was cool about most things with him keeping secrets of his own, but Mikey just wanted to do this one thing by himself. All the other times he'd gone to 'buy' comics the place was empty and near closing time. This time however, Mikey anticipated the crowd and knew that closing time or not, the place would be jumping with kids and teens. This would test his stealth and he was definitely up for the challenge.

The day had come already. Mikey excused himself from the lair under the pretense of skate boarding in his favorite part of the sewer he named 'the grand canyon'. It was about 4:30 in the evening when he came up in a nearby alley. Mikey stuck to what scant shadows there were in the alleyway. Thankfully the comic shop was a small building nestled in between two high-rise buildings. The two taller buildings created the shade and shadow Mikey needed in order to hide behind the comic shop. He was perched in his usual spot, on the top of the short corridor that connected the two high rise buildings. It sat right behind the comic shop. It provided just enough space for the owner of the shop to use as a spot to take his lunch and cigarette breaks, and a place to keep odd and end store stuff. There was no entrance to the back area from the street, so Mikey enjoyed the only vantage point that allowed him to wait patiently and to actually see inside the store.

Mikey crouched down in the relative darkness, comfortable because no one would be able to see him, not even from the tall buildings. The corridor he was seated on had one large covering on one side, although he couldn't guess its purpose. It just seemed pointless to him but it served him well anyway. With a large finger he felt the pouch he had tucked in his belt. Good, the money was still in there. It would have been a disaster to come all the way here without his money. He chuckled quietly. It wouldn't be the first time Mikey boy, he thought to himself.

It was tough to do, but as the minutes ticked on Mikey managed to sit quietly. He checked his t-phone, it was already 4:45 and the store was still crowded. The owner was nowhere to be seen, but kids were crawling all over the joint. There was no way he'd be able to nab a copy and leave the cash without anyone seeing him. It's all he would need is to be found out and have all his brothers have a conniption fit.

Mikey nervously licked his lips and looked down at his t-phone again that he was squeezing in his sweaty palm, 4:54. As he watched the owner shoo kids out of the store, Mikey's heart sank. He just knew those copies of The Blind Mole-Man were sold out. Out of desperation Mikey stuck around until after closing. Maybe Mr. Pirelli would leave some out for him since he knew he had a mysterious visitor come by every now and then. One more time Mikey glanced at his phone, 5:08. He slumped his shoulders and got ready to leave. He was about to make his way down behind the corridor he was on to the alley below when he saw Mr. Pirelli come out back and light up a cigarette.

Curiously, the man looked up to where Mikey was crouched although he was sure he couldn't be seen. A few minutes passed with Mikey becoming more anxious. It seemed like Mr. Pirelli was waiting on something. He was an Italian man that looked to be in his early forties or so. Coal black hair, almost six feet, with a medium build although he had what Mikey suspected to be a growing beer gut. Mr. Pirelli stood there a little longer, then to Mikey's great surprise, the owner spoke in his general direction.

"Listen, I know ya up there somewhere. Why don't ya come on out and let's have a look at ya," Mr. Pirelli said good-naturedly. From behind his back he pulled out a fresh copy of the comic book Mikey wanted so badly and waved it around.

"I saved one just for yous. So come on an' come get it. I ain't gonna hurt ya kid," he said as he continued to wave the comic around enticingly.

Mikey was indecisive. On the one hand he wanted to just leave and be done with the situation. On the other hand he was highly intrigued. He loved the idea of meeting new people, but he also knew they more often than not freaked out even when they promised they wouldn't. They just couldn't help it. You can't prepare for a giant talking turtle. Mikey closed his eyes and made a decision. He was just gonna do what he does best, charm the shit out of people.

"Hey, Mr. Pirelli right?" Mikey asked, the nerves coming through in his slightly shaky voice.

"Yeah kid, but everybody calls me Mike," Mr. Pirelli said smiling in the direction of the voice. "What's your name kid? You sound kinda young there?"

"Michelangelo, but everybody calls me Mikey," Mikey answered, the nerves leaving him. Mr. Pirelli, Mike, seemed like a cool guy.

"Hey, whaddaya know, I got a cousin named Michelangelo although he lives in the old country," Mr. Pirelli said with a smile broadening on his face. He heard Mikey chuckle from the shadows. He beckoned once more. "If yous is waitin' on me to leave it here you can fuggidaboudit. You ain't gettin' this 'til you come down and let me see who's been rippin' me off the last six months."

Mikey hesitated. He swallowed hard before he answered.

"Well, Mike, I'm not, um, normal, not really," Mikey started. His hands got even clammier and he had to fight not to wring them.

"Hey listen," Mr. Pirelli started saying, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "There's a lot of kids come in here and they got all sorts of problems. I ain't never laughed at 'em or treated 'em any different. So you don't worry about what you look like."

"Okay, but you gotta promise not to freak out," Mikey said eyeing the owner carefully. He really didn't want to scare this guy. The owner nodded.

"I promise kid. Look I'll even close my eyes an' yous can tell me when to open 'em okay?" The owner said, closing his eyes and waiting.

Slowly Mikey descended the corridor as he had done so many times, but without all the pressure. Quietly Mikey stood before the man, pretty much towering over him. He took two deep breaths then decided there really was no backing out.

"Okay Mr. Pir- Mike. I want you to just use your hands for now, then when you're comfortable you can look but please don't scream." Mikey instructed.

"Okay, but look kid I don't want no funny stuff. I know I look good but I'm a married man with two kids," Mike joked waggling his ring finger. Mikey smiled broadly at it. He knew he would like this guy if he met him.

"No funny stuff I promise," Mikey said quietly. He really hoped Mr. Pirelli was a man of his word.

Slowly the owner reached out. Mikey offered his hands to the man to touch. Mr. Pirelli at first did not seem to be bothered by the rough and scaly texture of Mikey's skin. It wasn't until he discovered only three fingers per hand that he gave pause and his smile faltered a little. He felt Mikey tense, and grabbed hold of his hands before Mikey could pull them away.

"Easy there kid, it's alright," Mr. Pirelli said softly. Mikey relaxed.

Mr. Pirelli's hands continued to explore up Mikey's arms, his face marveling at the size of them. It seemed like he was about to continue his explorations when his hands suddenly dropped to his sides. For a moment he said nothing and didn't open his eyes. Mikey didn't know what to think. Slowly he started inching backwards, feeling like he had made a huge mistake.

"I'm gonna open my eyes now kid, and I don't want you runnin' off alright?" Mr. Pirelli warned.

"Okay," came the soft reply.

Mike took a deep breath and opened his eyes, steeling himself for any kind of birth defect or deformity he was going to see. What he saw almost made him choke on the cigarette that had been hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" He exclaimed, coughing and vaguely crossing himself. He had to lean against the doorway of the store. He finally collected himself enough to look at the…thing that stood before him. He was trying so hard to make sense of what he was seeing. To his astonishment, the creature had a shocked and somewhat saddened look on his face. Pirelli felt bad, he hadn't meant to scare it.

"I'm sorry buddy, it's just that uh…" Mike didn't want to offend but he had to confirm what he was looking at. "Are you a, ah turtle, kid?"

Mikey nodded his head enthusiastically. Clearly Mr. Pirelli was shocked but was trying to keep his word about not screaming bloody murder. Mikey bowed deeply.

"The name's Michelangelo, but my brothers call me Mikey. I'm the one that's been, uh, getting your comics," he said smiling as he rose back up. He pleased to find that Pirelli was amused at this antic.

Standing up straight, Mr. Pirelli wiped his hands on the front of his shirt. Tentatively he walked closer to Mikey and extended a hand. This turtle thing was huge, and Mike figured if it wanted him dead he'd be dead, so there shouldn't be any need to be afraid.

Mikey eagerly took the owner's hand in his own, engulfing it while attempting to shake it. Pirelli took this time to really look into Michelangelo's face. For all the size and muscle mass, he was really just a kid. The wide-eyed innocence told Pirelli that he was really no more than a teenager.

"Now I see why you was sneakin' around," Pirelli said, seating himself at the old wire mesh bistro table and motioning Mikey to do the same. "Have a seat kid."

Mikey sat obediently. He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Pirelli hadn't really screamed, and seemed to be adjusting to the shock of it all quite nicely. Mikey lightly drummed his fingers on the table and continued to smile warmly in hopes that it would further disarm and relax Pirelli. The store owner looked at Mikey in open awe and wonder, taking long drags of his cigarette and blowing the smoke sideways away from Mikey.

"I ain't gonna ask where you come from or where you stay. I figure a guy like you, gotta stay hidden and keep ya nose clean so to speak, amirite?" Mike Pirelli asked.

"Yeah you got it. I appreciate you not putting me on the spot and whatnot. So I'll tell you that I have brothers, and that were are all actual turtles. Actually we were turtles first that got turned sorta human rather than the other way around," Mikey stated and for as little information as that was, it seemed to satisfy Mr. Pirelli a great deal as the man nodded thoughtfully.

"Sorry about starin' like an idiot. Don't see guys like you around everyday that's for sure," he said. Mikey nodded and kept smiling. It was more because he was enjoying this little encounter rather than trying to keep Pirelli from going crazy. It was clear to Mikey now that he had nothing to worry about when it came to that.

"I gotta say you're huge an' I don't just mean your height. How old are you and what the hell do you lift kid?" The man asked, tapping his own biceps and pointing at Mikey's. On cue Mikey flexed both arms.

"I'm sixteen and I lift around 400 maybe 450 lbs. in a dead lift," Mikey said nonchalantly. He didn't think much of it. Raph had to lift much more than that. The look of shock on Pirelli's face told him that it was quite impressive by human standards.

After a moment Pirelli laughed genuinely as he patted his burgeoning beer belly, the last vestiges of apprehension falling away.

"I guess I ain't got no excuse then," Pirelli said, leaning back and taking a relaxed drag from his cigarette that was now no more than a butt. He looked at it then threw it down, mashing it under the toe of his sneakers.

"If you want I can show you a few exercises to get rid of that. Won't take long either if you keep with it," Mikey offered. Pirelli smiled warmly, showing off two gold open faced crowns on his teeth.

"Ya know what, I might take you up on that kid. My wife's been beggin' me to lose this for the longest. I need to anyway, plus it don't hurt that she's shaped like an hourglass. Here I'll show ya," Pirelli said proudly pulling out his phone and showing Mikey the pictures.

The woman was very pretty, petite with long black flowing hair. They were standing on the beach surrounded by their children. They looked very happy.

"The wife's name is Angela," Pirelli said pointing to the pretty petite lady. "That there is my youngest son Anthony, and my oldest boy Mike Jr." He said pointing to them respectively.

"You've got a cool looking family Mr….Mike," Mikey said.

"Thanks. Hey I heard you say you had brothers. How many you got?" The owner asked genuinely curious. Mikey was more than happy to talk about his brothers, but he was still careful not to say too much.

"I have three brothers. I've got lots of pictures, but I don't carry 'em with me, sorry," Mikey said shrugging. He wished he could show Pirelli just one picture of him and his brothers.

"It's alright kid, maybe next time eh?" Pirelli said, patting Mikey's hand from across the table.

"Sure no problem," Mikey said brightening up.

"Well, I tell you what kid it was damn nice meetin' yous. I ain't never gonna forget it I can promise you that," Pirelli said grinning and getting up from the small table. Mikey rose to his feet as well.

"It was really nice meeting you too Mr. Pirelli, I mean Mike. Thanks for not freakin' out man, I really appreciate it," Mikey said shaking Pirelli's hand one more time.

"Well you gave me a mini heart attack that's for damn sure, but it's cool kid don' worry about it," Pirelli said moving towards the doorway. Suddenly he remembered something.

"Eh, don't forget ya comic book," he said, making Mikey turn around. They'd both forgotten about why Mikey was here in the first place.

"Oh yeah, right," Mikey chuckled, bopping his own forehead. He reached in to get the money out when Pirelli's hand stopped him.

"This one's on the house kid. Seeing you was payment enough," he said smiling warmly up at the large young turtle.

"Th-thanks Mike, I don't know what to say," Mikey was beside himself with excitement and gratitude.

"Fuggidaboudit," Pirelli said smiling and fanning Mikey away.

"Oh and Mike, could you keep this between me and you? I know you trust your family but…"

"Hey kid, this ain't my first rodeo. Ya secret's safe wit' me. Just be careful out here, and don't be a stranger. Matter of fact I know which comics ya like. How about I just keep 'em out here for you when you come out, that way you ain't gotta risk it in the day like ya doin'? We'll keep 'em under the mat here so they won't get messed up," Pirelli said indicating the placemat on the old table.

"That would be epic Mike! Thanks so much, but I think I rather enjoy coming while you're open. Maybe we can have another conversation some time," Mikey said, hoping he hadn't been too presumptuous. Mr. Pirelli smiled broadly again.

"I'd like that kid, I really would. Now go on, I gotta get home to the wife and kids. I promised to take em' to the movies to see that new action piece," Pirelli said shooing Mikey off.

"Okay, bye. And thanks for the comic. I promise to take good care of it!" Mikey called over his shoulder as he took to the corridor roof again, and was soon out of sight.

Mike Pirelli stood for a few moments longer, lighting another cigarette and staring after Mikey in wonder. He wished he could tell his children, but he promised the young turtle that he wouldn't tell anyone, and Pirelli was a man of his word.

A/N: Hey guys! As you can see I thought I would do my own set of one shots. Just little chapters about the gang. I will include not only the 2k14 but also the 2k12 version and I'll say which is which so you know. I'm also open to prompts. If you would like to, you can PM me a word or phrase and 2k14 or 2k12 version, and I'll see what I can come up with. Hope you enjoy. :)