Hey! Roxy Goth here. I haven't written anything for the TMNT fandom for a while, so I thought I'd come back to it. Feel free to check out my profile if you wish.

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Raphael was currently sitting on the sofa with his feet up watching the telly in a rare moment of peace. Leo and Sensei had gone out training, Mikey had gone to annoy April and Casey and Donnie was a the junkyard. Yep, he thought, stretching his feet out further, pure bliss.

His peace lasted for precisely five more minutes until he heard the door creak open. He recognised the footsteps as Donnie's but was suspicious because of two things, one, he didn't say hello and two the footsteps were uneven. Frowning, Raph turned around.

He could see the back of his brothers shell, heading towards the sick-bay, frown getting deeper Raph squinted and saw that Donnie was walking with a definite limp. "Hey! Brainiac!" He leapt up and strolled over to his younger sibling. "You back already?" He'd only been gone about an hour.

Donnie paused, winced and then turned back around, smiling sheepishly. In all fairness he didn't think he'd make it this far if he was honest. "Hey Raph…"

"What's wrong with your foot?"

"My what?"

"Your foot, idiot. Big green thing at the end of your leg, very handy for standing on." Raph said, sarcasm masking his concern.

"Oh yeah…"

"Yeah, so let's start again. What's wrong with your leg, Donatello?"

Donnie sighed, full name, there was no getting out of this one. "I might have accidently fell while trying to get a new brake for the battle-shell. I cut my foot on some glass and had no choice but to come back."

"Yeah, well, good ya did. If we'd found out you'd been wonderin' round the junkyard with an open wound well…let's just say we wouldn't exactly be over the moon. Now – let's get that foot looked at. Lean on me." He ordered.

Donnie obediently slung an arm around Raph's shoulders and with support got to the med-room and up onto the table. "Where do you keep the cleaning wound stuff?"

"No-use a gauze-pad. Dab it gently, there's nothing embedded is there?"

"Dunno." Raph checked. "No."

"Good." With Donnie's instruction Raph managed to get the wound cleaned and bandaged.

"So what do you do now? Go to bed?" Raph asked.

Donnie looked at him like he'd grown two heads. "No, it's only 10:30. Let's watch TV. We haven't done that in ages."

"Cool. You can watch…ah. No. Never mind."

"What?"

"I was gonna say you could watch that movie I was watchin' but it would've finished by now…"

"How about a documentary? I recorded one last week." Donnie asked eagerly.

Raph scrunched his beak up. "A documentary? Really? You know I don't do the science stuff…"

"It's not science. It's about sharks and how they hunt."

That caught Raph's interest. "Sharks, huh?" He'd always been a little fascinated by them.

"Yep. You wanna watch?"

"Sure. I ain't got nothin' else to do…"

At about 1 in the morning Mikey came back in to see Raph snoring on the sofa with Donnie's head on his plastron. He smiled softly, draped a blanket over them and took a picture for black-mail purposes.