A/N: Request I took over on DeviantART

Donnie was sleep, it was their day off from training. He was glad too he did not feel so good, that is why he stayed in bed. Donnie had his head tucked into his shell, he always slept this way when he did not feel good.

"Donnie! Wake up you lose-ed yer head!"

Donnie slowly poked his head out, that could only be one person.

"Mikey I did not lose my head it was in my shell. I don't feel good Mikey, let me sleep please."

"Mikey take care of Donnie!" he yelled as he ran out of the room. When Mikey came back he had blanket over his shoulders, a wet cloth on his head, and he was carrying books and toys in his arms. He dropped the books and toys at the foot of the bed. He then took the cloth of his head and placed it on Donnie's. Then he took the blanket off his shoulders and placed it on Donnie.

Mikey reached behind his back and pulled his beloved stuffed orange cat from behind his back. "Donnie can sleep wit," Mikey said handing him the tattered orange cat.

"Thank you Mikey," Donnie said, smiling. He knew Mikey never let anyone play with his orange cat.

"Now Mikey read to Donnie."

"But you can't read," Donnie said.

"Mikey try for Donnie,"

"W-un-ce a-pon a t-i-me," Mikey started. Mikey struggled through the whole book but it meant a lot to Donnie that he tried. Mikey had the hardest time reading.

"How Mikey do?" he asked when we was done.

"You did a good job Mikey," Donnie said.

Mikey flashed one of his big smiles, "wanna play wit blocks?" Mikey crossed Donnie's room and grabbed the box of blocks.

Donnie crossed his leg to make more room for Mikey and the blocks. Mikey helped Donnie carefully build a tower.

Mikey jumped up in glee once they were finished, but the blocks tumbled. Mikey tripped over one and fell off the bed.

"Mikey!" Donnie called

"I'm 'kay!" Mikey called bouncing up.

"You sure?" Donnie asked.

"Yup!" Mikey jumped up, "Mikey 'ungry!"

"Me too," Donnie said getting up and walking to the kitchen with Mikey.

Splinter placed the food down in front of his sons

"Donnie close yer eyes!"

"Mikey, why I feel sticky?"

"Sticky Mikey now sticky Donnie!"

"Mikey I like being sticky!" Donnie wailed.

"Well Donatello, then lets make you less sticky. I will run a bath for the two of you." Splinter said.

Mikey smiled. Donnie looked at him, "you planned this, didn't you?' Donnie said.

Mikey only smiled and chased Donnie all the way to the bathroom.

"Michelangelo, Donatello, let us get you cleaned," Splinter said lifting Mikey up and then Donnie.

As soon as they got in Mikey tackled Donnie causing a tilde wave over the side of the tub.

"Mikey!" Donnie called out.

"Not Mikey Locky-ness mothster! RARR!" Mikey flailed his arms above his head.

Splinter lifted his sons out of the tub, "now that you two are no longer sticky, go off any play."

By the end of the day Mikey was asleep at the foot of Donnie bed, trying to us his brother's foot as a pillow.

A/N: what do you think?