Hey everyone, TyrothDarkstorm here, back for another story for you all to enjoy. At least I hope that you enjoy my stories, I haven't heard otherwise, so I guess you do. But that's enough ranting, let's get this show on the road. :)

Mikey's Date

Chapter 1

A Strange Feeling

Another normal day in the lair, or as normal it could be for a group of mutants, filled with training and patrols of the city above, resulting in a few fights with minor criminals and Purple Dragons. Returning home from one such patrol, Raphael stretched a bit as he walked towards the TV-area.

"Shell, that was some good workout." he said. "Wasn't much of a fight though, but there was plenty of them. Felt good taking them down."

"Yeah, but we got lucky, they almost got us with their guns a few times." said Leonardo.

"Relax, Fearless. We're all alright and those goons are on their way to jail as we speak. I say we've earned some R-n-R."

"I agree with that. Gonna get me some snacks and sit down with a good comic book." said Michelangelo and trailed off to the kitchen.

"Good old Mikey, he never changes." said Monalisa with a smile.

"For better or worse." said Raphael.


A while later, Mikey had finished his bag of crisps as well as his comic book. It had had the usual highlights that he enjoyed, the humour, the action scenes, the characters interaction. Some parts, however, he wasn't that much of a fan of every time, like the scientific bits, where he'd sometimes have to ask Donatello what some of the words meant. The romantic parts were another thing that he wasn't too thrilled about, though they were often well woven into the plot in such a way that he didn't mind. However, this time, the romantic scene in the comic gave him a strange feeling, one the he couldn't really put his finger on.

Not bothering to think much about it, he left the kitchen to see what the others were doing, finding Raphael and Monalisa in the couch, sitting close together with Monalisa resting her head on Raphael's shoulder, while watching a movie. Michelangelo wasn't sure what movie it was, but he did recognize it as one of Monalisa's girl flicks, and he wasn't all that fond of those, so he decided to do something else instead.

But, as he saw his brother and adoptive sister sitting so close together, Monalisa occasionally nuzzling her beloved mate, Michelangelo felt that same feeling from when he read his comic book. Something strange within his stomach, and it wasn't food related.

'Hope I'm not getting sick or anything.' he thought. Looking back at the couple again, he saw them kiss and the feeling got even stronger.

'Okay, I'm sick now.'


The next day, Splinter had them all executing moves that he called out during their first training session. But Michelangelo found it hard to concentrate, harder than normal actually. On several occasions, his eyes travelled to Monalisa as she stood next to him, and while he did pull away his gaze, it wasn't without master Splinter noticing.

"Michelangelo! Eyes straight!" the rat barked, having had enough of the young turtle's behaviour.

Once the training was over, Splinter approached Michelangelo.

"My son, your focus today has been very lacking." he said.

"I'm sorry, master Splinter."

"Is there something troubling you?"

"I don't know, sensei. I haven't been feeling too well, didn't sleep that well either."

Hearing this, Splinter looked his youngest son in the eyes, then placed a paw on his forehead.

"Hmm. You do feel slightly hot, and your eyes are not as they use to. I would suggest that you take it easy for a while, get a little rest before you head out on patrol later. If you still do not feel well, let Donatello examine you."

"Okay, sensei."

Normally, Michelangelo would have been glad to be able to skip his chores, but the strange feeling in his gut took all the joy out of it. He just couldn't understand why he felt that way to begin with. They still had about an hour before they were heading out on patrol, so he thought it best to do as Splinter told him and get some rest, heading to his room to try and sleep before that.

It took a while before he managed to fall asleep, and once he did, he found it to not be as relaxing as he had hoped. As he started to dream, his mind was half invaded by figures that he couldn't make out anything but their silhouettes, all of them being feminine in shape.

Waking up, he remembered having the same strange dream the day before, and that was the reason to why he hadn't slept so well. But he couldn't understand why.

'I must really be ill, why else would I feel as I do? I hope Donnie can fix me up somehow.'

Leaving his room, Michelangelo walked over to the lab, where Donatello was busy repairing an old computer that he salvaged a few days earlier.

"Don? You got a moment, bro?" Michelangelo asked.

"Just a minute, Mikey, I just have to get this new circuit-card in place and… there! Okay, I'm all ears. What can I do for you?"

"Well, you see, I haven't been feeling okay lately, I think I might be sick."

"You did seem rather out of sorts during training. Let's head over to the med-room and I'll get you checked up."

A short while later, Donatello had finished the examination and told Michelangelo the results.

"As far as I can tell, you're perfectly fine, little brother. Your body temperature is a little higher than normal, but well within healthy values, it shouldn't have any effect on you."

"But why does my stomach feel so strange sometimes?"

"Not sure, it's at least nothing physical, so it might be something psychological. You said you haven't slept good, have you been having nightmares?"

"Yeah, some strange dreams, not sure what, but I felt that feeling when I woke up last time. What can you do about it?"

"Not much, I'm afraid. I could give you some sleeping pills to help you sleep if the dreams continue to mess with you. Other than that, maybe you should try to understand what they mean, the dreams could be your subconscious trying to tell you something."

"Great, then my subconscious and I don't speak the same language." Michelangelo muttered.

"Give it a little time, Mikey, it may go away on its own. And as you seem as fit as can be, you'll be going on patrol with the rest of us, it might help you clear your head."

So, Mikey's got some strange feelings and dreams, I wonder what they could mean. If you've read the description, or the title of this story, you know what's going on here, but things are just getting started. Check in again for the next chapter, out soon on Fanfiction near you.

Before I go though, there is one thing I want to add. With Halloween close by, I'll be publishing another story along side this one, one that isn't a TMNT story, unlike the rest I've done so far. It will be based on the game Ghost Master, and called 'Sunshine Valley Horror', so do check it out when you get the chance, first chapter should be up in a few days as of writing this. :)