Hi there! So I should probably finish my other story before beginning this one, but I wasn't feeling well and came up with this three-shot. I think I will publish all three chapters at once, and let you choose to review after your fav or at the end, if you choose to review at all :) Let me know if you like it! Authors like being fed reviews. Constructive criticism is always welcome, especially since I wrote this all in one day.

CHAPTER ONE

Donatello was busy working again. It seemed as if he would never stop. There was paperwork, complete with coffee stains, old food, and other litter covering the turtle's desk. His eyes were barely open, but he still managed to pump out 400 words per minute on the computer in front of him. Whatever he was doing seemed important, but then, everything he did seemed important.

Maybe that was why he worked so hard, with very little sleep. This week alone, he had only slept a total of half an hour. Alright, so it was Tuesday, but still, he had barely been getting any sleep for the last couple of weeks. Between whatever work he was doing on the computer, his regular maintenance with the gadgets and kitchen appliances, stopping purple dragons and foot ninjas, and his own personal just-for-fun experiments, Donnie had hardly had one good night's sleep that entire month.

His brother Michelangelo finally had enough.

"Donnie," he said, coming into the lab, "You gotta get to bed, bro."

"Sorry Mikey, but this is too important to wait until morning," said Don, taking another sip from his coffee.

"But Donnie," said Mikey, "I can see the bags under your eyes, with your mask on. Face it, bro, you need-"

"There are a lot of things we need," said Donnie, "We need to get the security system upgraded. Then we need to replace the gamma program on the beta system, before it all goes to alpha, and then I need to do a complete overhaul on the beta system to make it ready for the omega, and then after a few test runs we can use that new system to-"

"Um, Donnie?" asked Mikey.

But his brother ignored him.

"-complete the new project, which we can finally attach to the Battleshell. And then I need to fix the glitch in the new Sewer program I designed, do some more computer work, and then work on my theories about the quantum mechanics of the spatial arrangement of atoms, before turning to more immediate problems such as how to design a better engine for the 'Shell, fixing Raph's bike, tweaking out the toaster, and-"

"The list just keeps going," said Mikey, "Seriously bro, you should, like, take a nap or something. You can wake up all rested, and-"

"There's no time for that, Mikey!" said Donnie, rubbing his eyes and taking another sip from his coffee, "Now will you kindly close the door on your way out? I think I made it clear that I have a lot of work to do."

"I'm afraid you must be mistaken, bro," said Mikey, smiling, "I'm not leaving."

"Yes you are," said Donnie, "I have too much to do to keep an eye on you."

"Sorry," said Mikey, grinning, "But I made a bet with Raph."

"Come again?" asked Donnie.

Mikey outright laughed.

"It was a really good idea, if I do say so myself," he said, "An easy way to snag five bucks."

Donnie groaned, and slapped one hand over his face.

"Alright, I give in. What's the bet about?" he asked.

"Well," said Mikey, "I told him that I'd stay in the lab for as long as you do."

Donnie groaned. He understood. Mikey was going to stay in his precious, breakable lab-and for the price of five bucks, he knew that Mikey wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, no matter how bored he gets.

And a bored Mikey is the last thing anyone wants.

"RAPH!" called out Donnie.

"No can do, Donnie!" Raph called back from the other room, "A bet's a bet!"

Mikey snickered.

"He's just happy because I'm not bugging him about the Justice Force anymore," he explained, "So what's this thing do?"

"Mikey, don't touch that!" said Donnie, getting out of his swivel chair to stop his younger brother from pouring acid on himself.

"Aw," said Mikey, pouting. But he quickly recovered. "Hey," he said, "This is pretty cool!"

"Uh huh," said Donnie, taking the device out of his brother's incapable hands, "If you're going to stay here, then sit down and don't touch anything, alright?"

"Spoilsport," said Mikey, "Got any comics?"

"No," said Donnie, "Why don't you get some of your own?"

"Are you kidding? I'll lose the bet if I step outside," Mikey said.

"Right," said Donnie, nursing his new headache, "Just be as quiet as possible, 'kay?"

"Oakie dokie," said Mikey, grinning wildly.

Donnie took another sip of his coffee as he sat back down in his chair.

"Right," he said to himself, "Now, the problem I need to address…"

"Hey Don," said Mikey, "Your lab looks weird upside down!"

Donnie didn't even have to turn around to know that Mikey was sitting upside down, and seeing the world in an entirely new perspective.

"That's nice," said Donnie absent-mindedly, before mumbling to himself, "The left port needs to go to-"

"Look Donnie!" cried out Mikey, "This cool doctor thing you use to show x-ray pictures makes the perfect backdrop for my swirling nunchucks of death! They look so awesome!"

"Please Mikey, no weapons!" cried out Donnie, taking another sip from his coffee.

Maybe he could concentrate better on a different subject. Shifting his papers around, he focused on something else that equally needed to be done. He stared for half a second at the picture of a very complicated molecule.

"Now, if I can take the hydroxyl group off of this molecular chain, I can change the molecular structure just enough to-"

Ting!

"Woops," said Mikey.

Donnie turned around, and noticed that Mikey had broken the tiny glass cover off of one of his newer experiments. But that wasn't the issue.

"Mikey!" he called out, "I was growing that in an anaerobic environment! You just let the air in! You ruined it!"

"Sorry," said Mikey mischievously.

Donnie rubbed his eyes.

"You know what?" he said, "I think I'm going to bed after all."

"Sweet! That means I win the bet with Raph!" said Mikey.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Donnie, sighing as he folded up his notes and put them in a drawer.

"Yes!" said Mikey.

He stuck his head out the door.

"Hey Raph, Don's off to bed," he shouted, "I win!"

Don groaned as he rubbed his full-blown headache and stepped out of the lab. Funny, he hadn't seen this side of the door in ages.

He walked through the lair on the way to his bedroom, giving a small 'good-night' to Raph, Leo and Splinter, who were all still awake and currently watching television.

"Guess you owe Mikey five bucks," Don said to Raph, before he stepped up to his bedroom and disappeared.

Mikey slyly followed him up and peaked into his room.

"Aw," he said as he came back downstairs, "Sound asleep, and he even forgot to take off his bo staff!"

"I'll go get the money, Mikey," said Raph, getting off the couch and stepping into his bedroom.

"What's all this about five bucks?" asked Leo.

"Raph and I made a bet," said Mikey.

"Here ya go," said Raph, coming back into the room, "Ten smakaroos. Didn't think you could do it."

"Ten?" asked Leo, "I thought Donnie said five."

"We made him think it was five," said Mikey.

"Yup, all part of the act," said Raph.

"Okay," said Leo, clearly confused, "What's this all about?"

"I told Donnie I bet Raph five bucks that I could stay in his lab for as long as Donnie," said Mikey, "But please, five bucks? It would have to be way more than that considering how long Don spends in that thing!"

"Wait," said Leo, "So, what was the real bet?"

"Isn't it obvious, my son?" asked Master Splinter, "Michelangelo bet Raphael that he could convince your brother to go to bed within ten minutes."

"Yup," said Raph, "Ten bucks for ten minutes. You did good, little bro."

"Thanks!" said Mikey, beaming, "I think I even did it in six minutes."

Leo looked once more at his two remaining brothers, and at his Sensei who apparently was perfectly fine with this plan.

Leo then sighed. "I'm going to bed," he said finally, leaving the couch.

As soon as he was gone, Master Splinter smiled at Mikey.

"Told you," he said, smirking and holding out his hand.

Raph chuckled.

"Fine," groaned Mikey, handing his Sensei his newly-acquired ten dollar bill, "But tell me Master Splinter, how'd you guess that that was what Leo would say?"