Hey! Roxy Goth here. Haven't written anything for the TMNT fandom for a while so decided to fix that.

Taking of fixing…there's a lot of fics about Donnie being overworked here on FanFiction, so I decided to add mine to them.

I decided to give Mikey's perspective another go, after writing it in 'Of Brothers and Worries'

This takes place in 2003 universe. I do not own the TMNT or any associated characters.

It had been a long day. Like really long, longer than any other day Mikey had ever known. It had been half an hour since they'd come off patrol and his brothers had instantly skedaddled to various different parts of the lair, leaving him alone in the living room.

He'd instantly flopped down on the sofa, flicking the TV on and trying to find some good cartoons to watch. He liked cartoons; you knew everything worked out well at the end of them. After about ten minutes of barley concentrating Mikey felt his eyes close and he slipped into darkness.

The next thing he knew he heard a voice saying. "Michelangelo. Wake up. Wake up. Michelangelo."

Mikey made a sound that certainly wasn't English – or Japanese for that matter – and blearily opened one eye to be met with a brown blur. Blinking his eyes into focus Mikey realises that the brown blur was, in fact, his father.

"Oh Geez!" In a truly delayed reaction Mikey shot up, causing his father to jolt back. "Could you give a turtle a warning, Sensei?"

"Apologies, my son." Splinter said, though he sounded more amused than anything. "It's just that it's ten minutes to midnight, you have training at five and I thought you might be more comfortable in your own bed. Also you were taking up the entire sofa"

Mikey grinned sheepishly and got up, stretching as he did so. "Point taken sensei. See you in the morning then, thanks." He turned to head off towards his room, but his father stopped him.

"Michelangelo." Said turtle turned back around. "I believe Donatello is in his lab. You may wish to convince him to retire to bed also."

Mikey couldn't help scrunching his face up at the very thought of going anywhere near his immediate older brother at the moment. If Donatello was still in the lab tinkering around at basically midnight it meant he had been caught with 'an idea'. And if Donatello had an idea he was not going to rest until he'd finished it, even if that meant he had to ignore tiny basic needs such as food and drink in order to do so. Yeah, there was no way on earth Mikey relished the challenge.

Jolting back to earth he realised his Sensei was looking at him, patiently waiting for a reply. Mikey cleared his throat. "Well…I wouldn't rush to do that sebsei. You know what Donnie's like-"

"-I do indeed."

"He's got a clock in there."

"He has."

"It works."

"It does."

"It shows him the time-"

"As it should, otherwise it wouldn't be a very good clock." His father was looking at him with a steely gaze.

Mikey gave one last ditch attempt to get out of it. "Can't Leo go?"

"Leonardo is asleep. Because it is midnight. You are awake."

"Not entirely through choice…"

"Michelangelo!"

Even Raphael would have surrendered at that tone. "Okay, okay, I'll go. I can't promise anything though."

"Just give it a go." Splinter had regained his normal calm tone of voice, but there was a look in his eye that would have made Shredder shake.

So, with a feeling of resignation Mikey headed to Donnie's lab. Oh this would be fun.