This was requested by Chloe the Critical Cat! :) Thanks for the great suggestion!

Seven year old Michelangelo sat on his bed staring at the floor. His feet still had yet to be able to touch the floor with him sitting from such a high place. He was in trouble for something he hadn't even done. But, being the person he was, he took the heat for Raph.

His hotheaded brother got into enough trouble on his own and often cried to himself asking why he couldn't be a better son. Mikey knew Raph did so. He had heard him before. Raph hadn't seen a puzzle on the floor that Master Splinter had been working on for a long time and he stepped on it.

In fear Raph had tried to hide it under the couch, but he had failed terribly. His father could see part of the puzzle peeking out from under the couch and anger had filled his normally calm eyes.

"Who did this?" Splinter asked, horrifyingly calmly. Raph glanced around at his other brothers who had shrugged except for Mikey. Mikey hadn't given any indication of not comitting such an action or have. He was debating whether to take the heat for Raph or not, but he remembered the painful nights of listening to Raph cry about why he wasn't good enough.

He had been sniffling on his bed.

"Why doesn't daddy love me?" A young Raphael had sniffed. It broke Mikey's heart in two as he listened in on his older brother. "Why can't I control my anger? Why don't my brothers love me?"

Mikey shoved any and all thoughts reguarding himself to the side and raised his hand. Raph had given him a shocked and guilty look. How could he allow his baby brother to take the heat for a crime he had comitted? It was proposterous to even think about letting be done.

"I did it, Sensei." Mikey hadn't bothered calling his father by the name, knowing he'd be in trouble. Splinter relaxed a little seeing at how it was from his youngest.

"Why my son?" Splinter asked calmly.

Mikey took in a deep breath and told Raph's story, but replaced the Raph's with I's and me's. Splinter sighed. It was obviously an accident. No reason to get too worked up over. He had sent Mikey to his room as punishment. Mikey hadn't cried. It was for a good cause.

"Daddy loves you, Raphie." Mikey breathed from his sitting position on his bed. "Daddy loves you." Mikey felt something hit him in the side of the head. But it wasn't hard. In fact, it was quite soft. The object landed on the floor with a soft THUD.

Mikey directed his eyes towards the object that lied on the floor. He smiled at it. He had wanted one for a while to ward off any and all nightmares that plagued his young mind. He picked up the small teddy bear in his small arms.

The teddy bear had a white tummy and mouth. His eyes were black with a slight glint of white. The inside of his ears were tan and the rest of him was brown. The teddy must have been torn because he had duct tape wrapped around his small body.

It was beautiful.

It was everything Mikey had ever wanted.

He caught a glimpse of what had thrown the small bear and smiled to himself. "Thank you, Raphie."

I know that this was extremely short and probably terrible, but I tried my best! Yay for effort! Thank you again Chloe the Critical Cat for the suggestion. Did you like it, love it, hate it? Let me know what you thought. Your opinion matters. :)