By: Jocelyn D. Hoover
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT... ((Mutters.)) I wish I did...
Pairing: Raph/Mikey
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Michelangelo loved his older brothers.
He also loved when one or more of them would sit around his bed while he was sick, just to take care of him. He just hated being sick.
He hated the pain it brought; he hated the heat, chills or both it brought; he hated the illusions it brought... especially the illusions. The illusions were horrible.
Like one time when Leonardo was taking care of him, Mikey had woken up. The first thing he was an undead Leo chortling and saying "precious" over and over again. Undead Leo had been chewing through his tough skin, eating his flesh and working his way through his bones. Mikey had screamed so loudly for such a long time that Leo had smacked him. Mikey reopened his eyes, he felt the ice cold tears on his hot skin, rolling down his face. Leo had a really concerned look not only in his eyes but his face. His mouth was open slightly in horror and he had grabbed Mikey's upper arm. After a moment he had pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing his shell and letting Mikey cry his heart out.
He hadn't calmed down for about an hour, and as Leo held him, he had asked what had been wrong. He clenched his jaw as Mikey told him what he had dreamed. Leo soothed him back to sleep and stayed beside him.
It had felt so real...
There was another time when Donatello had been watching over him. While he had been watching him, he had been working on fixing Mikey's iPod. Mikey had begun to scream and flail his limbs in a panic. He had seen the most sinister grin on Don's face as illusion or dream Don had placed some weird electronic looking thing on his skin and needles through it. He had only stopped screaming and began to weep as the real Don pulled him into a tight embrace, muttering calming things in his ear and tracing his shell.
"No more... please..." Mikey had begged, weeping and shivering.
Don had continured to whisper calming words as he traced his shell. He had had a pretty good idea what Mikey had been screaming about. Don had also soothed him back to sleep.
Again, it had felt so real... it terrified Mikey to no end and made him a bit paranoid.
Then... this time while Raphael had been watching over him, twirling his sais quietly. Mikey knew for a fact that Raph would never intentionally hurt him. Raph had promised it every night before and after they made love. But this dream terrified him and it also had felt so real. Dream Raph had grinned lecherously down at him and began to stab him... over and over... pinning him as he stabbed him, using one hand to stab and the other to grab Mikey by the throat. And then to Mikey, making love scared him. It felt horrible. He felt like his body had been ripped into and it made him scream a blood curdling scream.
He came to at this point. Raph was holding him in his lap and rocking him back and forth, churring calmly in his ear; Raph was the only one who knew that churring calmed him down the most and sometimes put him to sleep.
Mikey babbled incoherently and Raph somehow understood him.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you..." Raph muttered in his ear nuzzling his cheek, churring once more. Stopping every once in awhile to repeat that he won't hurt him.
Mikey really did love Raph the most in that way. He loved his other brothers and his father just as much, but in a different, family type way.
He loved Raph's soft churr, that betrayed his gruff exterior. He loved the way Raph's arms felt around him. He loved the way Raph would try to hide his worry and fail miserably. He loved the way Raph was.
Everything was perfect.
If only he'd stop catching the flu.
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Joce: Well... I'm not sure where this came from... it could possibly have something to do with the people who requested I write more and not stop these short stories... and being sick myself. Hope everyone enjoyed!