Title: "Sing About It"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To/With Special Thanks To: My beloved, wonderful, and always incredible and inspirational husband Jack, who first inspired this idea back when he bought me the Coming Out of Their Shells soundtrack and first 3 TMNT movies for Solstice - I love you, my darling heart, always and forever and infinitely beyond the beyond!
Rating: PG
Summary: It proved to be one of the few times that Raphael didn't mind being wrong.
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 28 February, 2012
Challenge: For a TMNT-Tuesdays LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Raphael, Michelangelo, the lyrics, all other characters mentioned within, and The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are ﾩ & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author. Everything else is ﾩ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Raphael glowered as Michelangelo whipped into the tunnel in which he'd chosen to lurk. The younger Turtle skated by him, sending dirty sewer water and other ooze whooshing over his green feet and legs. "Hey! Watch it!" Raph snapped.

Mikey grinned broadly at him. He skated up the wall, flipped around, and came back down. "Chill, bro," he told him. "Groove with it."

Raph's growl only made Mikey's grin wider. "Go away!" he snapped.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." Mikey started doing circles in front of him. Raphael's face darkened even more with his building anger; he turned away and slunk deeper into the shadows. Mikey stopped spinning on his board and looked at him in concern. "It can't be that bad," he attempted to comfort him.

Raph growled again. "I should take that board and shove it up yer shell."

"No, you shouldn't. My shell's too tender for a skateboard." Mikey grinned at his own joke, but then, when Raph still didn't cheer up, his enthusiastic smile ebbed. "You should sing about it, though."

"What?" Raph demanded.

"You should sing about it," Mikey repeated. "Music always helps. Whenever I'm feeling blue, I always sing my favorite song, and it cheers me right up and gives me my cool, green color back." He grinned. "Get it?"

"You're gonna get it," Raph muttered darkly. "Singing's stupid, and besides, my favorite song's about killing things."

"That's cool," Mikey said with a roll of his muscular shoulders. "Just sing it, and I'm sure you'll feel better."

"Maybe I should sing it over yer shell," Raph groused threateningly as Mikey started skating in circles again.

"Sure, you - Hey!" Mikey objected, realizing Raph's meaning.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"Get. Out. Of. Here!" Raph demanded through clenched teeth.

"Come on, bro - "

"LEAVE!" Mikey grimaced as a sai embedded in the wall right above his head.

"Fine. Fine. I'm going! Sheesh! All ya had to do was ask! Some dudes - " Michelangelo kept muttering as he zipped on to safety, leaving Raphael alone again. Sitting in his darkness, Raph slowly began to sing.

Raphael smiles at the memory. The crowd is buzzing with happy approval. He'd never thought it could be so easy to be accepted, but he and his brothers have gained more fans in the last few months than some bands did in their whole existence. He slides his shell against Mikey's as they dance and play together. The Turtles' voices burst out, singing in perfect harmony, and Raph is reminded that he was wrong all that time ago. There is definitely a lot of great things about music.

"When you're down, you don't want no one around, draggin' your shell all over the town! Maybe it's awesome and you know you're on top, feel like out of your shell, you're going to pop! Just sing about it! The singing's the thing! Sing about it! Just let music ring! Sing about it! Happy or sad, good times or bad, you got to sing, sing, sing, sing about it!"

The End