Okie Dokie. Before you start reading, let me take the chance to say that the Turtles aren't mine, April isn't mine, and the song 'Iris' is the Goo-Goo Dolls', not mine.
"Mikey?" April queried hesitantly, leaning against the door way of the orange clad terrapin's bedroom. The slight movement of a figure on the bed indicated that Michelangelo had heard her. Sighing, she jumped up onto the high bed, her hands clawing for a handle to hold onto so she could pull herself up. The blue-green hands of Mikey grabbed her wrists and pulled her up.
"April, if you wanted to get into my bed, all you had to do was ask." Mikey informed her, wiggling his non-existent eye brows in suggestion. April grinned and slapped his hand playfully.
"Hold it just a second, buster. I've heard all about you and your kind of men. Always saying pretty things to a woman just to get her in your bed. I'm on to you." She told him. Mikey smiled and flopped on to his side.
"You think you've got me figured out, huh?"
"No, Mikey, I don't think any one has you quite figured out, least of all yourself." All sense of playfulness evaporated at that comment, and Mikey sighed.
"Of course I know who I am, I'm the pretty, funny and the one who won the Battle Nexus, remember?"
"I remember, Mike. I remember who you try to be."
"I don't TRY to be any thing; it all comes naturally to me."
"You know, there's this song, and it says: I don't want the world to see me/ 'Cos I don't think that they'd understand/ when everything is made to be broken/ I just want you to know who I am. Or something like that. So who are you really, Mikey?"
"Okay, you got me April. I'm really…Batman!"
"I saw the way your face dimmed for just a second when Raph told you that you weren't 'funny, you were just a stupid, immature chuckle-head'."
Mikey sighed "My brothers all have a role. Leo's the leader, cool-headed, and the most controlled of us. Donny's the smart one, with out him and his tech-savvy, we'd be lost, dead or tortured. Raph's the one that allows his anger and passion to motivate him during a battle, he's the fiery one. And me…I'm the goof that happens to look dashingly handsome in the process." He made one final attempt at a light-hearted grin before it slipped away.
"That's not what I think."
"What do you think I am then?" Mikey asked, flicking a scrap of paper off the bed.
"I think you're one of the strongest people I know." April replied, hugging him "You smile when no one else can, and you try to lighten everyone's load by reminding them that there's more to living then just fighting. And when those people lash out at you, you trick yourself into thinking that you ARE the goof-ball, just because it's an easier thing to accomplish then to let your brothers know the burden you shouldered long ago." Mikey wiggled out of her embrace and jumped to the floor, landing effortlessly on his feet before walking out his door.
April sighed and sat up. As she was getting ready to jump off the nunchuku-wielding turtle's bed, she glanced up at the ceiling and smiled, ever so slightly.
Written on a piece of paper, taped to the ceiling, were the words 'I am only a goof because it's what keeps my brothers sane.'
April pushed herself off the bed, landing in a crouch on the floor "So you do know what you really are, Michelangelo." She whispered to the fleeing shadow of Mikey. She didn't hear Mike's whispered response, though.
"I just want you to know who I am."