A/N Just a quick drabble I wrote up as a challenge on tumblr. It won't be added too.
prompt by ladyflyinggoats: #17. Mikey and Leatherhead - "It looks like we'll be trapped for a while."
Mikey looked at the collapsed tunnel with an expression of dismay. Water dripped from busted pipes and there were a few eerie creaks and groans from the metal beams and pipes settling themselves after the explosion.
"Okay…" He breathed, quickly wiping the dust from his eyes. "Um..." He spun on his feet and darted through the darkness, nimbly searching for another exit they could escape through with a sinking feeling in his stomach – for any sign of light or draft of air.
It only took him a few moments for his fears to be confirmed. They weren't getting out – not without some help. Which wouldn't be a problem if it was just him trapped here – he could wait for rescue to come. But…
He swallowed thickly. "Leatherhead… it… it looks like we'll be trapped for a while."
There wasn't an answer and he didn't expect there to be. But he refused to think of the reason why. Instead, Mikey comforted himself with the sound of his friend's labored breathing. If he was breathing, then he wasn't… then he was still alive.
"That's okay though. Leo will be here soon." There was more confidence in his words then what he actually felt and he quickly found himself kneeling beside the gigantic alligator who still laid where he had collapsed earlier, rubbing his scaly head softly. The floor was wet and sticky beneath him. "Leo… he's got this sense for when things go wrong, you know? I think it's a big brother thing…."
Mikey fell silent, feeling anxious. Words that usually came so easily to him refused now to come. Time passed by slowly and he was left alone to just his thoughts.
Why did something so small as a bullet have to do so much damage?
Four shots. Four shots had been fired and that was all it took for the biggest, toughest, most indestructible mutant he knew to be… why did he have to get in the way?
"They were after me…" He eventually whispered. "I was going to move – I could handle it, why did you have to move!" He cried in frustration, the sound of it echoing around him.
The gator shifted weakly with his outburst for the first time and Michelangelo held his breath, eyes wide.
"Michelangelo…" Was the raspy whisper. His breathing sounded wet and heavy. "…h-hurt?"
He blinked as tears flooded his eyes, falling quickly onto the gator's big head. Mikey shook his head. "I'm not hurt, buddy." He replied softly.
There was movement beneath his hands and Mikey thought that his friend might have been trying to smile. "…good…"
Then it became terribly, terribly quiet.
Leatherhead was gone.
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