(This is honestly the first thing that came to mind. This drabble contains a TMNT OC I recently created to roleplay with. I honestly never thought I would create an OC, as I was never a fan of them, but this guy is growing on me, so help me! Sorry if this isn't really your cup of tea, I just needed to get this out of my system!)

~TMNT~

'Thoughtful'

Mikey knocked on the door, waiting a second before pushing it open. "Hey bro, penny for your thoughts?"

A silver grey eye glowered at him from across the room. "I'm not your bro," the mutant grumbled.

Mikey ignored the grumpy response, already used to such behaviour from Raph. He perched himself on the edge of the mattress, showing no revulsion or fear of the replacement cybernetic limbs the fellow turtle possessed. "Watcha doing?" he asked brightly, seemingly oblivious to the dour attitude their guest was showing.

"Thinking," the cyborg muttered looking away.

"What of?" Mikey started to swing his heels.

"Can't you pester somebody else?" was the irritated response.

"Nope! I'm all yours dude!" Mikey beamed.

"Lucky me."

Mikey circled his dangling feet and looked back at the cyborg turtle. "So I was wondering, can you like shoot lasers outtah your cool eye?"

The mutant frowned and half glancing back. "No, of course I can't," he snapped.

"I bet Donnie could fix that up for you, that'd be really awesome!"

The seventeen year old twisted about, both feet slamming out to the floor as he whipped around to face Mikey. "I don't wanna shoot lasers out of my eye!"

Mikey shied back a bit but didn't move off of the bed that had been set up for the young mutant. "Just sayin' dude," he said with a shrug.

The youth huffed and turned away again, hugging his normal leg as he rested his chin on his knee. "Just get out, I ain't in the mood for any of your stupid jokes Michelangelo."

Mikey stared at his toes, flexing them in thought. He glanced across at the cyborg. "Nicky, does-"

"Don't," Nicky warned, "only my family call me Nicky."

"Nicolo," he corrected himself. "Does it hurt?"

Nicky seemed to look at him strangely. "Does what hurt?"

Mikey figited slightly, shifting himself on the mattress as he decided what to say. "Those," Mikey pointed to Nicolo's robotic attributes. Although Nicky moved around quite freely it had always made the young teen wonder if those heavy looking limbs actually hurt to be there.

"S-sometimes," he uttered hesitantly. "In the joints, where-where they connect."

Mikey's features creased with sympathy. "I'm sorry bro."

Nicky looked away uncomfortably. "Don't worry about it," he uttered.

A short silence followed and Mikey remained, kicking his heels just content to keep the fellow turtle company whether he wanted it or not.

"Mikey? C-can I ask you something?"

Michelangelo smiled back at the youth, "sure dude, ask away!"

Nicolo shifted uncomfortably. "Why won't your brother change me back into a human?"

"Heh, totally asking the wrong turtle bro," Mikey smiled gently.

The young mutant sighed, reaching into one of the pockets of his utility trousers. Mikey sighted what looked like a MP3 player, still he asked anyway, just to keep the conversation going.

"What's that?" he asked brightly.

"It's my music player," Nicolo said quietly. He turned it over and his stanced slumped. "Oh c'mon, not now damn it!" he hissed.

"What's wrong Nicolo?"

Nicky's sigh deepened. "It's cracked, busted, well, that's just- that sucks!" a pained expression filled his face. "There's no way I can fix this," he murmured to himself.

Mikey's canted his head slightly. "No need to stress dude, D can help you fix it."

Nicolo huffed and glared at the floor, the MP3 player clenched in his hand. "Yeah, sure he would."

"No, honest bro! He-"

"If he won't help with turning me human again, why the hell would he fix my mom's MP3 player?!" Nicky shouted back looking incensed.

Mikey jolted back from the unexpected response. "Woah, woah, woah! D's not like that Nicolo! He'll fix your mom's MP3 player no problem but if he won't help with turning you human, there's gottah be a reason for it."

Nicky seemed to fall in on himself, wrapping his arms about his shoulders. "He said it was too dangerous," he whispered sullenly.

Mikey stared at Nicolo for the longest time. He knew he wasn't even half as bright as Donatello but he had a enough common sense to understand why Donnie refused to help Nicky. Those metal limbs would surely be a big problem, though how Mikey wasn't entirely sure.

"Donnie knows what he's talking about Nicolo, he just doesn't like seeing those he cares about getting hurt."

Nicky frowned and raised eyes toward Mikey. "What are you talking about? What do you mean those he cares about?"

"Well he considers you a friend dude, so do I."

"Really?"

Michelangelo nodded with a grin.

Nicolo hunched up the mattress, wrapping both arms about his knees. All of a sudden he looked like the most loneliest boy in the world. "I-I haven't had friends since I was eight years old, before I was- taken."

Mikey's chest clenched. That sounded so awful. No friends, for that long? Well, there was only one remedy for that as far as Michelangelo could see. He slid across the mattress and with no hesitation slipped his arm about Nicolo's shoulders.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he uttered, obviously trying to hide a lump that swelling in his throat.

"We'll always be your friends Nicky, you got no worries about that bro."

With that a dam seemed to break. Nicky buried his face into his arms as suppressed sobs began to heave at his ribcage. Mikey's other arm instinctively came up to embrace the troubled youth fully. Ever since they'd brought Nicolo here Mikey had always thought that what he really needed was to have a heartfelt talk and a good hug. Nicky's head fell against his own and his embrace tightened. "It's all cool Nicky, it's all cool," he whispered. "We'll always be here for you bro."