Summary: Involving Raph, Donnie, a cut, rubbing alcohol, pizza and a bet. That summary kinda sucks. One shot.

A/N: Got this idea from something my mom used to do to her poor little sister. Might explain a few things about the way I am.

Disclaimer: I still don't own them!! Why do you torture me so by constantly reminding me? Why can't they just leave me to my delusions?

This Won't Hurt a Bit

"Would you sit still Raph?" Asked Donnie with a bit of annoyance lacing his voice.

"Would you hurry it up Don?" retorted Raph with a lot of annoyance lacing his voice.

Donnie sighed in frustration. "I would be hurrying it up if you would hold still!"

With an irritated growl to let Donatello know how he felt – as if he didn't already – Raph reluctantly sat back down and held still. Until he saw Donnie produce a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Whoa there Donnie!" he said eyeing the bottle suspiciously. "What do you think you're doing with that?" he asked pointing to the bottle.

"Well right now I'm holding it but I was hoping to use it to clean that cut." He raised an eye ridge and added, "Preferably sometime this year."

"Hey, no way I'm lettin' you near me with that poison." Objected the red banded turtle.

Don gave an annoyed huff and leveled an even stare at his cantankerous brother. "Yes you are. Unless of course you'd rather let that be and get infected so that I end up having to amputate instead. I can do that if you'd like."

Raph looked at his brainy brother in alarm trying to figure out if he was actually being even a little bit serious. Donnie merely looked back at him, his expression completely blank and unreadable. Finally he grudgingly sat back. "Fine, but go easy with that crud will ya? It stings like shell."

Donnie smirked at Raph. "No it doesn't. In fact I'd bet you a large pizza with your choice of toppings that this won't hurt a bit."

"You're joking!" said Raph in disbelief. Don raised an eye ridge and folded his arms over his plastron. "Alright then," shrugged Raph "You're on; One large pizza with my choice of toppings coming right up Brainiac."

Donnie gave an evil smile. "Oh I don't think so bro. Prepare to pay."

Oh crud, Thought Raph Donnie seems really sure about this and since when does he ever bet on stuff that he stands a chance of losing? I'm a goner.

While Raph was distracted with thought of how screwed he was Donnie took swab, soaked it in alcohol and pressed it to Raph's wound.

"YEEOOWWW!!" Raph's scream sounded all through the lair. "OW! OW! OW! Oh Donnie you so owe me that pizza!"

Donnie stood there with an evil smirk on his face. "No I don't."

"You do to!" Cried Raph, "You said you bet a pizza that it wouldn't hurt a bit."

"And it didn't." came the smug reply.

Raph growled, "I beg to differ!"

If it was possible Donnie's smirk got even more evil. "Well I don't know about you but I didn't feel a thing!"

FIN

Yeah I know Donnie's usually not the evil type but come on, even he has to get a little revenge for all his troubles every now and then. So since I can't get any money off of this thing how about leaving me a review instead? It's like getting paid.