Disclaimer: Not mine, neither Donnie or our shared vice. It's slowly but surely ruined my life over the past few years, and I'm using this one-shot to warn you. Never try it. The addiction just isn't worth it.

He should quit.

He should really quit. He knew that, had known it ever since his first try. Just a one-off, he'd told himself, just to see what all the fuss was about. He thought he would be strong enough, smart enough, to resist.

He wasn't.

It had started out as a way to wind down, take some of the pressure off. Just a bit of fun. But slowly, inexorably, it drew him in, until he couldn't even come near this place without hearing the little whisper, the golden voice in his head. Just one more time. What harm can it do? Just one…

Except somehow, it never was just one. He'd give in, telling himself that he would stop tomorrow – and then he'd wake up, slumped over, to find that hours had flown by, with only blurred memories left behind.

His brothers were noticing. How could they not? More than a few times he'd been shaken awake, bleary-eyed and befuddled, by an anxious brother. He'd managed to lie his way out of it, claim he'd been working on new designs for the Lair – a plausible falsehood. But he'd seen their suspicious glances, especially now that he couldn't even sit through a full hour of TV without making up an excuse, because the itch had grown too strong. Mikey had even guessed at it once, but Don knew he was only ever joking. He'd denied it, of course. Addiction was… too strong a word.

He wanted to ask for help. But he couldn't admit his weakness… it would just sound stupid. What would they think?

"DON!"

Don jumped, and toppled off his chair. He'd been so lost in thought, he hadn't even noticed Mikey enter the room. His little brother had actually had to shout to get his attention. His heart kicked up a crazy rhythm inside his chest. He couldn't hide it now. Mikey had already spotted it.

"Dude!" Mikey goggled at the evidence.

Don hung his head.

"I told you Minesweeper was addictive!"