Area 51
This is set in between the lost season and the fast forward season of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Enjoy XD
"Donnie, let me out of bed!!" a quick-tempered turtle yelled. The yell echoed though the whole of the lair and the orange bandannaed turtle sighed and turned the volume of the TV up.
He hated it when any of his brothers got ill, but especially Raph. Raph would scream, and sulk, and threw a temper tantrum, and have a go at everyone, like it was their fault. Raph had caught the flu and had a high temperature. Donnie had confided him to his bed, and Raph was not happy.
"I'm perfectly fine-ACHOO! - I can get out of-ACHOO!-bed!" Raph yelled. Mikey got two cushions and pressed them against his ears. It didn't block out Raph's screams though.
"Raph, your temperature is really high, you have to stay in bed" Donnie told him, "I have set up a TV in here, you can watch whatever you want"
"But me and Casey where going vigilante tonight" Raph yelled at Donnie, in a very childish voice.
"Do you want me to call him and tell him to come over here instead?" Donnie asked, trying to be helpful.
"Don't bother" Raph grumbled, sneezing again.
Donnie came out of the room, looking fed up.
"Don't worry about it, Donnie" Leo said, looking up at him from the centre of the lair, where he had been mediating, "Nothing anyone does is good enough when Raph is ill" Donnie rolled his eyes and sat down next to Mikey.
"You can take the cushions down now, Mikey, the shouting has stopped" Donnie told him. Mikey lowered the cushions.
"It didn't work anyway" he told the purple turtle and then faced the TV.
That night, Mikey was asleep in his bedroom. He was having dream of the Justice Force, when he woke suddenly. He laid there for a minuet, wondering what woke him up, when he realised that Raph was standing over him.
"Rape?" he asked, sleepily, sitting up. Raph looked pale, with sweat across his forehead.
"Raph, what's wrong?" Mikey asked, concerned.
"Come topside with me" Raph whispered.
"What?" Mikey asked, frowning.
"Shhh!!" Mikey said, putting his finger to his buck, "I can't stay down here, it will drive me crazy"
"But-"
"It will only be for a few minuets, and the fresh air will do me some good" Raph told him.
"Donnie and Leo will kill me" Mikey said, trying to get out of Raph's suggestion.
"And I will kill you if you don't when I get better" Raph warned, "I'll cut you into tiny pieces and then feed you to Klunk"
"Ok, ok, I'm coming" Mikey said, standing up. He followed Raph out, who kept sneezing.
"Are you sure about this, Raph?" Mikey asked, as they stepped outside the lair and Raph started to cough.
"If I stay in there, I will go crazy" Raph relied, "It will only be a few minuets"
They uncovered the nearest manhole and jumped up to the surface. Raph winced with every movement he made.
"You are so stubborn" Mikey laughed, looking at Raph's expression. He sneezed again and then growled at Mikey. Mikey jumped on top of a dumpster and sat on it, swinging his legs over the edge.
"I would have just stayed in bed, especially with the flu" Mikey said. Raph said nothing, but lifted his head up, feeling the fresh city air on his face.
"I wonder if Casey got anyone tonight" he said, with an absent-mindedly look on his face.
"Don't even think about it" Mikey warned him.
"What?" Raph asked, innocently.
"I'm no Don, but I'm quite sure you're in no condition to fight crime" Mikey replied.
"No, 'cause crimes gonna to beat you" came a dark voice. Mikey jumped off the dumpster and faced it.
Purple Dragons!
Loads of them down the alley way, grinning and holding baseball bats. Mikey took out his Numchuks and swung them around, nervously.
"I warn you, I'm not in the mood" Raph told them, standing next to Mikey, with his Sai out.
"Raph, get out of here" Mikey hissed as Raph sneezed.
"And miss al the fun, you must be crazy" Raph grinned as a Purple Dragon run forward and swing his bat.
Raph's reactions were too slow and the bat hit him on the shoulder. Raph staggered backwards, surprised. Mikey threw out his Numchuks, twisted them around the handle of the bat and pulled them back. The bat was now in his hands and he turned it on its owner, knocking him out.
"Get down!" Mikey ordered his suborn brother, as the Purple Dragons advanced on them.
Mikey swung his new weapon out and twisted his Numchuks around. As he knocked two more out, and then more took their places, Mikey wished he had back up.
Mikey heard a thump behind him and he turned around, swinging his bat in a semi-circle in the process which winded everyone in its path.
A Dragon had sneak up from behind and had knocked Raph out. He was lying on the floor, still sweating from his high temperature. Blood seemed to be slowly leaking from his head.
"Raph!" Mikey gasped. The Dragon was grinning at him. Mikey leapt into the air and kicked the gangster. He fell to the floor, with Mikey's footprint engraved in his face.
"Raph!" Mikey said, bending down next to his brother.
"Hey…what are you doing?" came a voice from the bottom of the alley way. Mikey turned around and was met by a baseball bat being swing across his face.
"That's get out of here" was the last thing Mikey heard before he fell on top of Raph and his world turned into darkness.
Another story. They never seem to stop. Stupid plot bunnies, keep attacking me in my sleep, saying, 'Write it, Nukagirl, write it, or it will stay in your head forever…MAH HA HA HA"
So here you go, another story, hope you like,
Please review, flames welcome, but nothing too harsh.