I am off to a new start with this new couple. Well, actually there's two but here are some warnings:

1) This is a Leo/Raph and Don/Mikey story. (But there's gonna be background April/Casey).

2) This is based on the 2k3 and 2k7 turtles.

3) The rating might change from "suggestive" and "intense" scenes. (Just what I think the turtles would actually act like.)

4) It has a sort of genderbend with pregnancy.

5) PREGNANCY + MOOD SWINGS = CHAOS!

6) This might be part of a new line of series. (series=very many)

7) LANGUAGE (Thanks a lot to Raph and the upcoming mood swings.)

8) ... This is it. Now with the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles. Only the idea, OC's, and I guess what could be the rest of this saga.

Summary: Sometimes, when you have no opposite gender, you would still need to survive by reproduction. To adapt, the impossible must happen.

CHAPTER 1

It was the churning in Leo's stomach that awoke the blue banded turtle. How long had it been happening? Leo though back to a month ago. This pain had manifested out of nowhere. It had appeared on a regular morning and hadn't left since then.

A particular stab of pain in his abdomen caused Leonardo to wince and turn on his side. Perhaps the new angle would make it go away. He waited.

Nope.

But it did when two pairs of strong emerald green arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled the leaf green terrapin into their owner's broad chest. Leo looked into the brilliant pair of golden amber orbs before they disappeared into his neck. Raphael's deep voice caused his chest to rumble as it shook Leo's control. "Mornin,' beautiful." He kissed Leo's shoulder. Leo pushed back, meeting the playful eyes of his mate. He frowned slightly as he manipulated his lips into a pout. "That's new," he observed. His pout turned into a sly smirk. "But you're not going to use it again!" Without any warning, Leo captured Raph's lips into a hard, passionate kiss as he turned them over so he was straddling the hotheaded turtle. Raphael's hands latched onto Leo's thighs. After a few more blissful minutes that felt like eternity, Raphael broke their seal of love and smirked up at his blue-eyed lover. "If it makes ya act like this like hell I aint gonna do it again." With this promise he brought Leo's head down for their lips to meet once again...

As Leonardo and Raphael appeared by the entrance to the kitchen, Michelangelo looked over his shoulder at his two older brothers with a large smile that nearly made his eyes close as they took their seats on the table. "Dudes, you're up!" he exclaimed, turning back to his earlier attention on the stove.

Donatello looked over his goggles at the young couple, giving them a gentle smile and a soft greeting. "Good morning."

Leonardo and Raphael turned their gazes to their younger siblings long enough to mutter a "Good morning/Mornin'."

Michelangelo grabbed the five served plates and brought them in front of each turtle, smiling at Leo and Raph's hands entwined on top of the table. He placed the fifth plate on the spot between Leo and himself as its intended predator walked through the kitchen entrance, placing his cane to lean against the table as the figure sat on the readied chair. "Good morning, my sons," Master Splinter greeted the brothers cheerfully as he was handed his morning cup of jasmine tea by the youngest of the mutant family. A chorus of "Good morning, Father" filled his old ears. Taking small nibbles of the pancakes and eggs, he tasted the expert cooking on his tongue as it brought a smile to his lips. He turned to his youngest son, the smile of a proud father spreading on his rat lips. "Your cooking has surpassed today, my son."

Making sure to swallow the food before speaking, Michelangelo looked at his father in the eye and smiled brightly. "Thanks, dad!"

The mutant family continued in their morning meal. After eating half of his food, Michelangelo was ready to slow down, swirling and chewing the salted eggs as his eyes rested on Leo and Raph. It was no secret anymore, they're an item now. The thought made Mikey giddy and hopeful. Giddy for his brothers and hopeful for him to be in the same kind of relationship, if only the object of his affections wasn't always on his computer. Sometimes he wished Donatello was just as smart as he is on robotics and science on the matters of the heart.

He sneaked a glance at the purple banded turtle. Donatello seemed to be deep in thought, his doe eyes focused on the entwined hands across the table. He had the look, the look Mikey knew he always got when there was a puzzle to be solved. Mikey followed his elder brothers gaze, trying to interpret what he could be thinking. A sign, if there was any.

Movement flickered Mikey's light blue eyes to the eldest of the brother's, watching as Leo used his unoccupied hand to raise the tea cup to his lips and drink the rest of the warm drink. Mikey waited. Leo put the cup back down and rested his hand over his stomach, a pleased smile turning up the corner of his lips. Mikey inwardly sighed. No clue. But there it was, and Mikey was glad he was close enough to see the pain flicker in the blue of his brothers eyes as he pressed his hand harder against his lower plastron, the muscles in that arm slightly tensing and the smile wavering.

It all happened in the span of half a second. Not enough for the normal eye, but enough for the ninja's. Mikey took a quick look at the rest of his family members. Splinter had the 'happy-father-and-master-smile;' Raphael had the twitch of his lips that Mikey knew he always got when he was thinking of the katana wielder. Mikey focused on Donatello. The brown eyed gaze was zeroed in on Leo, like a predator on its pray, like a scientist on his project. Mikey knew he saw it too. If this is what has Donnie in on, he wanted in too.

After breakfast was done, Mikey took the plates subconsciously, his mind going back to five minutes ago. Different case scenarios rolled through his head all at once. When he was heading for Leo's plate, he was stopped by his brothers voice.

"Umm, Mike," Leo started in a hushed tone.

Mike looked at him, his eyes focused. Leo was sitting with his arms by his side. He looked like a little kid with his blue eyes widening to saucers, despite the size of him and the scars that lined his body and shell. Mikey noticed Raphael was not beside him before realizing he had gone to the little turtles' room. "Yeah," Mikey answered quickly with a bright smile.

Leo fidgeted as he took his plate and held it up to Mikey. Just when he was going to take the offered plate, Leo responded shyly. "Got any more?"

The question caused Mikey's hand to freeze in midair as he looked at the brother who never asked for seconds; the one who always said they had to be 'fit' and not look like 'inflated piñatas.' The look of actual hunger shocked Mikey to the point of fainting. They all just ate. Not even he was that hungry after eating such a big plate. He may always be hungry, but not to the point of starving. Mikey found himself nodding as he took the plate from Leo and bringing it back after a few seconds, another generous amount for the turtle in blue.

He stared as Leo ate the food, déjà vu all over again. This was strange. First there was him and Raph and their new relationship... stage. And now the pain in Leo's lower plastron (hunger maybe?) and his large appetite. Of course, this could be a one-time thing, but Mikey was not so sure about that. He snapped himself out of his trance as he saw Raphael heading back to the kitchen, a confused frown scrunching up his mask as he looked at Leo.

Maybe.

Mikey turned to the sink and started to wash the plates, Donatello coming beside him to dry them, both working silently and harmoniously.

A thought entered his mind, and he had to keep himself from dropping the plate in his hands. He turned to look at Leo again, briefly registering the kiss he shared with Raph, an empty plate lying in front of him. His eyes landed on the wall quickly, his eyes widening to large yo-yo's, and he felt that way too. He turned to the couple again before looking at Donatello's spaced out eyes.

Maybe.

Leonardo's hand snaked towards his lower plastron, his hand resting above his abdomen. 'There it is again,' the turtle thought as he winced at the pain. 'What is it anyways? What's happening to me?'

The blue clad terrapin did not notice the large mass appear next to him. Raphael looked down at his lover with a worried gaze. For the past two years, his relationship with Leonardo had slowly turned into the better. They no longer fought at a daily basis. They no longer competed (unless it was for dominance, but he always put Leo in his place). They were just... themselves. And Raphael couldn't have wanted it any nother way. So when he saw his mate in physical pain like now, it washed over him in an emotional one. He placed a rough hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze in reassurance. "You all right, Fearless?" Raphael asked in a lowered tone.

The addressed mutant elevated his blue gaze to the golden one. All his worries seemed to have left him when he looked at the loving gaze that was directed to him, reserved for him, and only him. He managed to take a deep breath before he drowned in those pits of warmth and love and gave a weak, unconvincing smile. "Yeah, I'm okay," Leo tried. "It's probably just a bad stomach ache."

The gleam of the lie shone in the penetrating amber. Leo's heart twisted at the lie, but he kept the facade up. 'It's nothing. I'll be fine by the end of the week.' He wasn't so convinced himself.

"You kno ya can tell me anythin,' right?" The red clad turtle's voice had taken a higher pitch at the end of his sentence in a question. Those eyes became so intense. Leo felt as if he was separated of his very skin and was left bare for Raphael to stare through to figure out what was wrong with him. What he was hiding from him.

He quickly turned his gaze to somewhere, anywhere but his sincere eyes, before he could break. His eyes landed on the two youngest members of the family as they huddled over the sink. "I know," he muttered loud enough for the both to hear.

'I know.'

Michelangelo looked over at the genius brother from his place on the sink. "Yo, Don," Mike called gently to bring his brother from his blank stare to the wall.

The desired effect came as the purple masked brother shook his head slightly and turned his doe eyes to the large, sky blue ones. He could feel his face heat up as he faced the innocent blue ocean of Mikey's eyes. "Huh?" He knew it was the most stupidest question to ask, but he had honestly had no other current thought as he looked at the nun-chuck wielder.

Mikey smiled widely at the attention and began to converse with the spaced out turtle. "Hi."

"H-hey," Donatello mumbled unsurely. Those eyes were making him nervous as he was handed another wet dish to dry.

"So what'cha thinking about?" Mikey drawled out.

"Huh?" 'Damn it! Think of something, genius!' "W-well..." 'I'm hopeless.' "I-I was just..." 'Damn those eyes!' "I was just thinking about a new project I want to work on." 'Okay. Not bad, not bad.'

"What's it about?"

The innocent question deflated Donatello. He didn't want to share this kind of information. He tried to go for a new angle. He needed the upper hand. "It's about new upgrades for the Shell Raiser."

He hoped for the lie to pass over the twenty-one year old's head, but not much luck came as he was faced with two misty eyes. "Oh, come on, Donnie!" The young turtle leaned in closer as to not let the others hear his whispering voice. "You can tell me."

The look he was given made his heart speed up. He knew! The little brat knew!

"P-p-what?" Donnie sputtered.

Michelangelo's gaze didn't falter. Didn't flick once when the sound of their retreating brothers came from behind them.

Donatello sighed in defeat as he promised Mikey to speak out his thoughts after everyone else went to bed.

It was the fourth time that day where he felt like he was going to vomit. What was worse was that it had to be during training.

The bo staff came to a high block from its owner as two pairs of sai's came down on them as their wielder, quicker than the eye could see, turned the blades to hook powerfully on the wooden weapon. Leonardo saw as Raphael pulled upwards, with close to no effort, whereas the bo landed far from the pair. Donatello rushed for another high block, this time with his arm before a sai could split his skull in two. But he wasn't quick enough as the larger turtle delivered a solid uppercut to the genius's jaw. Donnie flew back on to the mat's. Raphael had won.

"Yame," Master Splinter's voice called out to his sons. Raphael helped Donatello to his feet, both bowing with respect to each other and then to their master before joining the other two brother's on the sidelines. As Donatello knelled beside Michelangelo, Raphael went for Leonardo's side. The warmth the hot tempered turtle emanated brought a wave of calmness to Leo's nerves. "Leonardo. Michelangelo," their master called next.

Both addressed brothers stood and walked to the center of the mat, facing each other and bowing, each slipping into their own defensive stance with their weapon's drawn.

"Hajime." Splinter brought his cane down for emphasis, the brothers' signal to begin.

Leonardo and Michelangelo circled one another, neither posing to deliver the first strike, and neither breaking their form.

Leonardo gripped the hilts' of his katana's and charged at his baby brother.

Michelangelo side stepped his older brother's assault. The fight had begun.

He spun out of the katana's reach and to his elder's shell before he bumped backwards, causing Leo to lose his balance momentarily before checking it again. Leo brought both of his arms down in a diagonal swipe, the blades made into one with his limbs. Mikey ducked and a nunchuck found its way to the back of the leader's ankle. Leonardo lost his balance again, rolling backwards to regain momentum and swiping again at the offending weapon.

Their fight continued with a series of strikes and blocks. Leo had to admit, his younger brother was maturing at a faster rate than the family had thought. His ninjutsu was reaching its peak to near perfection. His form on his 'chucks' at least.

Just when Leo was going to deliver the final blow that would surely catch the young master by surprise, another sharp pain rose like electricity through his veins. Everyone watched in horror as the blue ninja fell to his knees, arms wrapped around his lower plastron, katana's forgotten. Raphael was by his side in record time, leaning the suffering turtle towards his chest, cradling his head as the wave of pain passed. Donatello inspected his brother for any injury that could have caused these turn of events. Master Splinter appeared beside Michelangelo, worry set in his old brown eyes. Michelangelo looked on at the exchange of looks Leonardo and Raphael shared. The light caresses the muscle bound turtle gave the elder would have shocked the youngster at the first time, but after two years, he had grown used to their exchanges of love. But something was fishy in his older brother's case. Something was wrong. And Michelangelo could only bet it was exactly what he thought. He looked over at Donatello, sharing a secret look as Leonardo tried to reassure his family.

"I'm fine. Just fine. It's just a stomach ache."

'No it wasn't,' Mikey thought to himself.

The food's taste had gone to cardboard after a while. Leonardo couldn't remember why, but for some reason he just kept eating. He was hungry. Not the regular kind of hungry he always was before meals. He was Mikey hungry. He felt as if he was eating for two people. He was surprised that he wasn't ready to burst on his second plate of rice and sushi. Maybe it was because of his earlier episode on the dojo. He grabbed for another serving, seeing past the looks that his family gave him. Leo's enhanced hearing picked up the silent mumbles of Donnie and Mikey's voices but paid no mind to them.

He just wished he knew what was happening to him so he can go back to being carefree in Raph's arms.

Leonardo felt a crawling sensation, the spoon of sushi coming to halt in front of his lips as his brow frowned in concentration. He stilled himself in anticipation as the crawling started to rise up to his throat. And if Leonardo didn't find a target soon, he would have kitchen cleaning duty for the rest of the week.

The mutant family stared on as they saw the eldest brother push back his seat and head for the bathroom all in the span of two seconds. Their ears were tainted with the sound of their leader throwing up his inside's. Raphael was the first to go after him as the family trailed on behind.

Leonardo felt a hand rubbing the back of his carapace reassuringly as another grabbed the blue bandanna tails that were threatened of being hit. He threw up some more before gulping down any saliva that hadn't been used by his stomach acids to try and abolish the horrible taste. It stayed.

Leo leaned his head back to meet the face of his beloved. Raphael had a napkin ready as he passed it over his hearts' lips. "You aight, Lee?" he asked, using the new nickname he had given him when they had first started this relationship. Leo tried for a nod before snapping back to the toilet seat as another unpleasant wave came to him.

Raphael wiped his mouth again when Leo looked up at him, giving short, deep breaths. "I'm fine." Leo swallowed slowly. "It was probably something in the sushi."

Doubt flew through both amber orbs for the second time that day.

'Please drop it,' Leo pleaded silently. He inwardly sighed as he was given a small nod. "Okay," Raph whispered.

Unknown to them, Donatello and Michelangelo shared a knowing glance at the back of the group.

It was not okay.

Leonardo snuggled closer to Raphael's chest on the blue satin bed. He wasn't feeling well, again. His stomach was completely disagreeing with him, and Leo hated when that happened. And then there was his eating habits. He felt like Mikey in that field.

He had not realized when the green mass next to him had started brushing its hand on the nape of his neck, causing him to close his eyes and simply melt.

"Yer tensed," Raphael's voice rumbled into Leo's ear slit. "You feelin' aight?" He kissed Leo's temple and rested his chin on top of his head.

Leo loved it when he did this. It always smoothed away the tense he ever felt or the worry of jut everyday problems in the life of a mutant ninja turtle. Raph was always better to snuggle with to fight away the stress than one of the bubble baths he would take with his salts (girly, yes, but very effective). Leo moaned lightly into the thick neck as he responded in a muffled tone. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Leonardo hoped he would drop it this time.

"You sure? 'Cause it don' look like it ta me."

Of course, he hoped.

Raph pulled their heads back enough to meet their eyes. He couldn't escape now.

Unless he improvised...

"I'm fine! Really. I'm probably just sick."

Probably being the key word.

A playful hint entered the bright jewels, but Leo could still see a glimpse of doubt as Raph spoke his next words. "You aint just sick o' my love, are ya?" It was meant to be a statement, but the uncertainty lifted it to a silent question.

Leo's heart throbbed at what his lover, his soul mate could have been thinking to say those words. The doubt in his eyes. No, he couldn't let him even think that.

He brought a leaf green hand up to the emerald face as he gently rubbed his thumb against the smooth, hardened scales. "Of you? Never." To emphasize his point, he closed the distance between them and laid his lips on Raph's in a sweet, electric kiss.

Donatello brushed away at papers upon papers that have been ripped, drawn, and scribbled on. It did little to change a fraction of the mess on his desk. He groaned and sat back on a wooden stool, bringing his hand to pinch the bridge of his beak while he listened to the small clicks the key board made as Michelangelo searched for the answer to their brothers pain.

Silence cloaked them with a strong tension that filled the lab. Donatello looked at his baby brother and frowned at the sight.

Michelangelo was frozen on the rolling chair, eyes wide enough to swallow the three illuminating computers. Donatello stood and came beside Mikey, placing a hand on the youngest's shoulder, not noticing the light purple blush that surfaced on his brother's beak. Michelangelo snapped to attention as he looked from Don to the computers and back again, awaiting for his brother to tell him it wasn't true. That it was impossible. He cleared his throat after the tense moment that filled the air. "W-well, Don?" Mikey stuttered.

He saw his brother's throat work up in a swallow. "I-I... Well..." He bent his head forward to meet the blue gaze. "I-it's just a guess. Right?"

Donatello leaned backwards at once as a frown took place on Mikey's face. "How should I know! You're the genius! You and I know perfectly well this is exactly what Leo's going through."

Donnie stared at his brother, surprised at his sudden outburst. At this moment, he could not picture anything that brought amusement to him but the one he is having now. Michelangelo the one with the intelligence and he the bystander. He turned his gaze to the computers', absorbing what ever information was presented to him at first glance. He didn't need to tell Mikey what he thought, he had known the answer first without a doubt.

Raphael watched his older brother sleep soundly in his arms. He couldn't believe how young and... angelic his Leo looked.

His Leo.

Oh, how good it felt to say it! To finally let out this new emotion without his family cringing in disgust. He could stay here. All day, every week, until the end of time. Here. In this bed. Withhis Leo.

But daily life and necessities prevented that from happening.

He felt Leo shift in his arms to keep his body from freezing up from the damp air of the sewers. Leo's mouth went slack as it opened slightly. There was nothing more that Raph loved than seeing his brother sleep. He looked like a whole other turtle. One so divine that he couldn't stop staring at.

Raphael leaned in to take a deep breath of his lover's sent. Sweet, unique, and a hint of jasmine. But there was something else mingled with it too that Raph had encountered in the last couple of days. It didn't seem negative. It wasn't death, for sure. But it did bring out a certain... excitement from deep inside his soul. Like he knew what it meant, even if it was totally new. He had no idea what it could be.

Raph pulled away to look at his mate one last time before he closed his eyes and surrendered to the realm of dreams.

Maybe it was nothing.

Sooooo...

Tell me what'cha think of this as a start of a new story. I already have the plans for the next chapter in mind. I have decided to write the multi-chapter stories with a lot more words and scenes and noooo chapter titles (at least on this one).

Before I forget: HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!

And then: Please tell me if it's good! O_O