A/N: Hey, how ya doin'? This is my first kinda/sorta fanfic. First published fanfic I should say. Woot woot! :D

Btw, italics is the past. Normal is the present. You probably could've figured that out on your own. I just feel the need to be obvious.

Disclaimer: I, TapTim, hereby swear that I, in no way, claim to own TMNT. TMNT belongs to those that own it, who is not me. I do, however, claim to own the plot, nothing more. That is all.

~3~1~4~

"Mikey, quit fooling around," his older brother had said. For the umpteenth time it had seemed, but Mikey didn't listen. Wouldn't listen. Should've listened.

"Master Splinter wants us to practice our stealth today," Donatello reminded him. "Leo and Raph have already started down at Casey's."

"I know, Donny," Michelangelo called cheerfully as he zoomed past on his trusty skateboard. "Just as soon as I make this jump."

Donny rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine."

"Wahoo!" Mikey pedaled himself faster and faster towards his makeshift ramp. Felt himself flying through the air in a moment of adrenaline-powered bliss as him and his board left the ground. Felt his heart seize up in his chest as soon as he spotted the foreign object directly in his flight pattern. Why hadn't he seen it before? He tried desperately to steer away from the object mid-flight. Tried and failed.

"Hold still, Mikey. I have to get it out-" Donny was saying.

"But it hurts, Donny!" Mikey cut in, whimpering. He couldn't stop the spastic jerking even if he wanted to.

"-and I can't get it out if you don't hold still," Donny tried to be patient with his patient. His steady hands gripping the tool, he carefully prodded at the wound.

"Ow!" Mikey yelped.

"Sorry, Mikey. But in order to get it out I'm going to have to dig up underneath it and-"

"Ew, no! Easy with the details, bro. Just get it out!"

"Ok, ok. Just… try to think of something else." He adjusted his hold of the tool within his sweaty palm. "Like pizza."

"Pizza. Ok." Mikey panted. "Pizza's good. I like pizza. Oh, which reminds me! I was going to try jellybeans and pretzels on the next- OOOWW!"

"Got it!" Donny shouted triumphantly.

Mikey groaned. "Good, cause I think I'm going to pass out."

"Oh, quit being such a baby." He held up the offensive object. "See?"

"That's it?" Asked Mikey, incredulous.

"That's it."

"But it's so… tiny!"

"Yep! Amazing what an itty-bitty piece of wood will do to a big bad ninja turtle. I'm thinking maybe I should keep it."

"Whatever, dude." Mikey cradled his sore finger. "Just keep it away from me."

"C'mon, Mikey. It's just a splinter-"

"Back!" Mikey yelled, pulling out his nunchucks. "Or you'll see what a big piece of wood will do to a ninja turtle!"

"Do you really wanna go down that road with me?" Donny pulled out his bo staff and held it in front of him.

"Hey…" Mikey put away his nunchaku and went over to something laying on the ground. He kicked at the un-strategically placed rock that was the cause of all this pain and suffering. "Stupid rock."

Donny chuckled. "C'mon. Master Splinter will have our shells if we don't get to training."

"Ok. Hey, Donny, wanna try my skateboard?"

Whack!

"Ow!"

~3~1~4~

A/N Ok, that was short, but this is a test run so lemme know what you think AND thanks for reading! :D

P.S. I do realize that many things could be taken very, very wrongly. ^-^ I'm not a T-cester, though, so please bear in mind that that isn't how I mean it. Ever. :P