Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT.

A/N: (blinks) where did this come from?

I groaned flopping back over on my stomach in my bed, twisting my arms every which way it seemed to get to my shell's fractured piece. My arms however seem to have a mind of their own and won't let me get to the part that itches the absolute worse, even my nails can barely scrape against it. Darn, short nails! I know as a male turtle that having long nails would make me probably make me look even weirder than I already do to people, and that my brothers would never cease with the teasing about it, but right now, trying to wriggle my hand up my back or my other arm over it just to get any relief from this, I think I'd endure it. Oh man! Its stinging now as well as itching, shifting onto my back and trying to scrape against the covers in hopes of any help I begin to realize, scratch that I know. Now I would endure it.

URG! I hate getting itches especailly on my back, because it always seems to show up in that one tiny corner, right under that broken part of my shell where I just simply cannot reach! There's a life lesson in here somewhere I just know it, probably about how no matter how much you train, even ninjistu can't help you out in some areas. Forcing myself off my bed I slide onto the crossing my legs in hopes that meditation will help.

That's it, nice, slow, deep, calming breaths. In and out, in and out…in…and just keep focsussing Leo, just keep focusing I tell myself, raging against the impulse to just slam up against the next hard thing and scrape my back on it. I know it may take off more of my shell but I don't care. No, no. this is just a mental excerise, just a test of my endurance and self control as Splinter would say. Its just a nuisance, an annoyance that I can learn to deal with and block out. yeah that's right, just move on until it decides to go away, just endure it Leo, you can pull through this….I can't pull through this! I want to scream, fighting now to keep my arms down, it wont win, it wont I persist in telling myself. Then it happens, that blasted thing starts to move and not go to an easier place I mean, its spreading. I can feel my breaths coming quicker now, I have to stay in control, I have to not give in, I cant give in. Oh great! What has my entire shell just set on fire or something?

Finally unable to take it anymore, I jump up and look around my room for anything that could work to make it stop, and for a minute I lock my eyes onto the sheaths of my katannas. Perfect! Those will work! I know it sounds stupid but racing over it seems like the only way…and their empty. Perfect just perfect the one thing that can help and its missing probably somewhere in the dojo. Note to self, never again leave weapons anywhere but with you. I berate charging out of my room, deteremined to find those things.

Then suddenly I feel something hard smash into my back, its got a rough surface, maybe if I wriggle against it, it can help some. Shifting to the left then to the right, I let out a half sigh of relief, darn this feels good, it doesn't hurt like most things might, its rough, it hits directly in the right places and….its moving? Its moving with my movements. Turning my head around gingerly I realize why this thing is moving…its my brother, Raphael's shell.

"Uhh Raph?" my voice sending him up a mile, whipping around startled, his cheeks turning a bit pink as he continues to figit, biting his lip and trying not to rake off what is his own itchy shell…

"Oh hi there…Leo, just passing by…and…"

"Your shell's killing you isn't it?" I asked allowing myself to surrender and scratch where I could against my burning shell. It itched so bad! But at the same time, it was beginning to hurt like shell, but I just couldn't stop.

"Yes…" Raph muttered finally loosing control himself and leaning against the wall like it was his own personal scratching post.

Why didn't I think of that?

"There's more wall if you want it." Raph smiles in my direction. Wow, this thing must be so bad for him, that he's actually being…nice. Ok so that's a bit harsh, he can be nice at times, but still it's not that often or this open. I know I'm one to talk, since just a little while ago I was well…less than sociable and erg! Forget it! This darn thing itches too much to even think about what happened, but to put it simply I was not in a happy mood.

"Thanks." I smile, taking a place next to him, and before I know it I'm sighing in absolute relief rubbing my shell, my eyes closed in bliss of sweat relief that is until I hear my two other brothers voices scream and break through my moment of peace.

"Leo! Raph! Guys stop scratching right now! You have chicken pox!" Donatello's voice breaks through as I turn to look at a shocked and uncertain Raph, then down and over to my shoulder and sure enough, true to his nature Don had been right and big red spots were appearing on mine and Raph's shoulders and on our hands and all…over.

I supress a low growl as Mikey and Don begin to lead us towards the infirmary, this can't be good, chicken pox? right now? ugh!And giving Raphael a glance I can tell he feels the same way, seeing as how we'll be in quarantine, together...alone...with no one else. Why is it that suddenly I can already hear the fights that bound to break out between us?

To be continued…

A/N: well I have sun burn, the turtles get chicken pox…seems fitting. Just kidding, there's more to this story than that. But we'll have to wait and see what it is.and please, oh please, oh please, leave a review on you're way out.

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