Author's Notes: Thank you for all the support for that first chapter, I'm really glad you guys are enjoying this little tale ;)
And don't worry, there will be a lot more Don and Mikey and Casey and April in this story as well :)


~Chapter Two~

Daemonophobia- Fear of demons


Donatello smiled as he followed his overzealous brothers towards the battle-shell, suitcase in hand. The idea of spending a month out at the peaceful old farmhouse made all the sleepless night of the past few weeks unimportant. Don didn't know if the nightmares would stop, or even dwindle down to a few, whilst they were out there. Chances were they were just as likely to suffer nightmares wherever their location may be. Don just hoped for his sake and his brothers' sake, that the fresh air and open home would do good for them, and help them forget about all that had happened.

"Come on guys!" Casey called, leaning out the window of the driver's seat. "Let's get moving, we have a lot of driving to do!"

"Hold your horses, we're coming," Don answered, grunting as he lifted the last bag into the back of the van.

The farmhouse was a good seven hour drive and a nice one too. Once you got out of the city, it was a scenic route for four hours of wide open country landscape; fields filled with golden canola, rolling verdant hills, and the open highway.

Shacking himself out of his pleasant daydreams, Don pulled open the door and jumped into the backseat next to Mikey. He had barely clicked his seatbelt on when Casey floored it, tires screeching as they shot off in a plume of smoke.

"Whoa, settle down ya' maniac," Raphael growled from the front seat next to Casey. 'We actually want to be alive when we get ta' the farmhouse."

"I don't believe it," Casey said, feigning a hurt look. "Raphael telling me not to drive like a maniac?"

"An' what's that supposed ta' mean?" Raphael demanded.

"He's saying you can't talk, Raph," Don chuckled. "You're just as bad of a driver."

"I am not a bad driver," Raphael snorted. "I'm an efficient one."

"Remind me what the definition for efficient is," Leo asked with a coy smile.

"Hey, if you keep bagging out the driver, so help me I will turn this van around!" Casey said, glaring at the turtles in the review mirror.

"I feel sorry for you, April, having to put up with this," Mikey grinned cheekily.

"Yeah, I do too, Mikey,"

"April!"

"Sorry, Casey, you know I love you," April laughed.

"Enough talk, it's time for road trip music," Raphael spoke up, inserting a CD into the player and turning up the volume dial.

"Bon Jovi?" Don asked with a raised eye-ridge. "Really?"

"Hey, Bon Jovi is a classic," Raphael said. "Respect."

"Huh, I always took you as a more 'Nirvana' kind of guy," Leo mused.

Raphael ignored him and, nodding his head along in time with the music, began to sing. "Tommy used to work on the docks, Union's been on strike, his down on his luck…it's tough, so tough. Gina works the diner all day, working for her man, she brings home her pay for love-for love,"

"You've got to be kidding me," Mikey muttered.

Casey glanced back at them from the review mirror, a smile curling his lips before he joined in. "She says we've got to hold on to what we've got, 'cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not, we got each other and that's a lot, for love- we'll give it a shot!"

Don couldn't help but laugh. For the first time in weeks, it felt as if all their stress, all their pent up anxieties and worries, were being washed away. Grinning, Don couldn't help but join in. "Whooah, we're half way there, whooah, livin' on a prayer, take my hand and we'll make it-I swear, whooah, livin' on a prayer!"

"Whoah, Donnie knows Bon Jovi," Raphael said, obviously impressed. "Didn't think ya' had it in ya', Braniac. Always took you as more of a Beethoven guy."

"You'd be surprised," Don smiled coyly.

Leaning his head back against the head-rest, Don sighed in content, a small smile resting on his lips as he watched his brothers' laugh and joke, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. It was a foreign feeling for the turtle, but not an unwelcome one.


Michelangelo woke with a jolt, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey," Donnie smiled softly, "you dozed off about an hour ago."

Mikey stretched his arms above his head, his mouth open wide in a yawn. "How much further have we got to go?"

"About four hours, give or take," Don replied, leaning back against his seat. "We're going to pull over soon. Casey wants to get some more fuel and April wants to stretch her legs."

"And get some food," Mikey said with a grin, patting his stomach. "I could go for a couple of Pepsi's and a few bags of chips."

"I'm sure you could," Don smirked, shaking his head before his expression grew serious. "How did you sleep? Did…did you have any nightmares?"

"No, nothing," Mikey replied. "I don't think I even dreamed at all."

"Huh," Don muttered, his brows furrowed, and Mikey could tell that he was deep in thought.

"Maybe taking this vacation is a good idea after all."


A/n: Apologies for the short chapter; but we are warming up for things to come :)

Hehe, I wanted to add the bit where they were all singing because really, what else do you do on a long car trip, lol :p Besides, it's good for the turtles to finally start relaxing and just having fun. And Bo Jovi is amazing, favorite singer without a doubt :D

~Cat