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Disclaimer: I don't own the Ninja Turtles in any way. If I did, I would NOT be writing these. I would be throwing out new episodes at random, all the time.

Computer Dilemmas

Donatello groaned as Microsoft Word failed for the fifteenth time. He fruitlessly banged his green head on the table. He checked the screen again. Failed. For the sixteenth time.

"Why is it streaming!? I downloaded this! This is so stupid!" He banged the keyboard for the umpteenth time and sipped half of the coffee that was in the pot.

"YOU STUPID PIECE OF DOWNLOADED CONTENT!" he almost smashed the computer with the pot, but someone caught his hand from behind him just in time.

"What the shell, Donnie?!" Raphael looked surprised, after almost witnessing his younger brother smash his pride and joy. Donnie sighed and looked at Raph in annoyance, for not letting him smash it while he had the coffee rush and foggy mind to do so.

"Hey Don, maybe you should take a break. C'mon, let's go." He grabbed Donnie by the arm and started to pull him away.

"B-b-but my computer…and Word…and my life. I'm sorry computer! You must be so hurt." He, in his sleep deprived mind, kneeled on the floor and begged his forgiveness to the computer that had just been causing him problems. Raph frowned. Now he REALLY needed sleep.

"Alright Donnie. I'm not taking no for an answer." He pulled Don up, half carrying him, and led him away from the lab despite protests of 'my baby!' and 'I'm sorry!'

"You need to sleep Donatello. That thing is starting to run your life!" Raphael softly said, concerned, as he continued to tug Donnie to his room. Donatello looked thoughtful about this for a moment, before clawing at the floor, forcing Raph to drag him completely.

"No, it's improving it! It's improving yours, too!"

"I don't see how that's possible, Don."

"If I stop now, the security system will fail, the Battle Shell engine with rust, everything will go wrong!"

"Nothing's going to go wrong, Donnie. Now get up."

"But really, Raph. The TV is broken, again," he sighed, "Mikey will have nothing to do, which will make him bored, which will cause him to annoy you, and you'll mess him up, and Leo will intervene, and you two will go at it, and you'll leave and get hurt and—!"

"Donnie, stop worrying yourself. Because…you know what will happen if you don't stop?" Donatello stared at him, waiting for the answer.

"You'll die, Donnie. You'll kill yourself with that crap and I won't be able to do anything but lug you to bed each horrible night. I...I don't want that to happen to you, because you…you mean too much to me. Please…just…stop." He bowed his head slightly as he fought the tears he did not want Donnie to see. But he had already saw them.

"I won't die, Raphie," he used the childhood nickname with utmost sincerity, "I know how to pace myself. I won't die. I just…I'm in a busy part of my studies at the time, that's all. Once I finish this, I'll be off more often, you'll see." Raphael looked up with a pure disbelief in his eyes.

"Your studies are never over, Don. There's always something to fix in your mind." Donatello cringed, one that Raphael did not miss. He also stifled a yawn, and Raph caught that, too.

"You're tired. Go to bed." Raphael yawned as Donatello slowly stood up, gazing in the general direction of his lab.

"I will. And, I'm sorry for making you feel like this Raph. I'll try to limit my time on it, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah brainiac, enough with the mushy stuff. Just go to bed." Raphael headed off to his room and closed the door. Donatello sighed softly. That would be a very hard promise to keep. But he'd try. He'd try his best.