I do not own the TMNT.

For readers who don't know; a "Wyomingite" is a person from the great state of Wyoming.

Warm and Fuzzy

Klunk sat nestled in Mikey's lap, wrapped in a thick, warm blanket. The ginger female had picked up a bad fever a few days ago and had been very sleepy for the duration of her illness. Don had said it was a minor bug with nothing to worry about and it seemed he was right. The fever was gone, but Mikey was still intent on spoiling her. So now, Mikey sat with his little buddy in his lap watching some television show with a bad plot and worse actors.

Raphael sat behind the couch with his feet propped up on its back and his shell on the stone floor. He occupied himself with a magazine. At one point he tilted the magazine sideways and whistled slightly, staring with a wolfish expression at the centerfold, "Now that's a bike."

As for Leo and Kit, they sat in the dojo fixing torn pads, patching blankets, and repairing various other cloth items from around the lair. Kit was still smirking because Leo refused to call their current activity "mending" or even "sewing". Apparently the idea of doing the "mending" wasn't masculine enough for him, so they were just "fixing", "patching", and "repairing".

Donnie was working through his pile of gadgets, gizmos and other assorted tech trying to repair the damage done by his family and friends. He had just pieced back together another shell cell for Casey, a task that he considered proof of job security, and came out of his work area to stretch his legs and reacquaint himself with the other beings in the lair.

He walked over to the monitoring area where Mikey had fallen asleep with the bundle of blankets in his lap; Klunk had crawled free and was on the back of the couch, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting Raphael's magazine. In the dojo, Leo was working diligently until he flinched and stuck his finger in his mouth. Kit laughed, not unkindly.

These were the times Donnie most enjoyed. Everyone was relaxed and there was nothing pressing on their minds. Although he would prefer for Master Splinter to be here, their teacher was away on sabbatical and would not return until late this week. Don turned to watch Klunk wiggle her rump a little before jumping. She landed right in the middle of Raphael's hot-rod magazine, pulling it out of the turtle's grasp and landing clumsily on his plastron.

"Mikey," Raph growled, "If you don't get this cat off of me in the next-" Raphael was interrupted by a loud clanking rumbling noise that woke Mikey up before quickly subsiding, leaving the lair even quieter than it had been only moments earlier.

"Whoa." Mikey breathed.

"Wath dat-" Leo started before quickly pulling his finger out of his mouth, "Was that the heater?"

Don nodded, "Sounded like a belt broke. I'll go take a look." Raph shoved Klunk off of him and followed Don to see if by some miracle he could help.

When they came back, Don had a nervous look on his face. Leo saw him first and asked what was up. "I was right about the belt; it's shot to pieces. But to make matters worse it damaged several other critical parts; some of which I don't think I have replacement parts for here at the lair." Leo nodded that he understood, so far, "It's probably going to take me a couple days to get the heater back up and running, and by that time it's going to get very cold down here."

Leo nodded, "It's not like we haven't dealt with the cold before. Take your time Donnie."

Before Don could turn to leave Mikey piped up, "Kit might not be used to the cold."

Kit scoffed, "Right Mikey, I'm only a poor Wyomingite who's used to harsh winters and has a built in fur coat. How will I ever cope?"

Mikey refused to drop the subject, he seemed genuinely worried. "If you're so used to the cold, then why are you shivering?"

"I am not shivering!" Kit insisted.

Raph put a hand on Kit's shoulder to check for himself. "Yeah Kit, y' are." Kit frowned, maybe she felt a little cool, but there was no way she was shivering.

Donnie came over to give Kit a closer look. "I'm fine Don, no big deal." He ignored her and put a hand on her shoulder to feel her shivering for himself. Then he put the back of his hand up to Kit's nose. Kit glared and swiped it away, "Very funny."

"Mikey, go get the thermometer out of the bathroom." Donnie ordered. Mikey jumped up and literally ran to the bathroom. Donnie turned back to Kit, "I'm beginning to think you might have caught what Klunk had."

Kit looked at her brainy friend skeptically, "You're saying I caught something from Klunk?" One of her ears flattened skeptically.

Donnie nodded, "It's entirely possible. But I need your temperature to be sure."

"Sure Donnie, whatever. But I'm telling you I'm just fi-" For a moment Donnie, Raph and Leo got a full view of Kit's long, white, sharp teeth before she clamped her mouth shut and stifled the rest of the yawn.

"Right."

"Sure."

"Totally convinced."

Mikey came running back with the thermometer. He sat next to Kit but didn't hand the thermometer to her, he looked confused. When he didn't hand the thermometer to anyone Donnie asked him what was wrong.

"You said that Kit might have what Klunk had, right?" Donnie nodded, Mikey continued "Well, when Klunk started acting tired you took that really small thermometer and stuck it in her-"

Kit snatched the thermometer from him, "That won't be necessary." She growled before sticking it in her mouth. The four brothers watched Kit with worried expressions; the prolonged attention was beginning to unnerve her. By the time the thermometer had finished recording her temp Kit felt full blown paranoia setting in and was almost relieved when Donnie took the small device and read it.

"So, Doc Don, am I going to live?" Kit quipped, but his serious expression didn't change.

"Kit, this isn't good."

"Eh, what, exactly does that say?" Donnie handed her the thermometer to read for herself. Kit's eyes widened with disbelief. "That's not good."

"No it's not. Kit, I'm sending you to bed right now. If you don't go I'll make Raph and Mikey gang up on you."

Kit was still staring at the thermometer, it read 105.4 F, that wasn't good if you were a human or a cat, and she was both. Somebody started to lift her from behind and Kit quickly stood up under her own power before handing the thermometer back to Donnie, "I guess I can't argue with that…" she sounded suddenly tired and swayed, causing Mikey to hold his hands out to catch her just in case. "g'night."

Raph and Leo returned the sentiment and Don said he'd be in after a few minutes with something for the fever.