Wandering Sickness
Chapter 1: Screaming
Past Fear
A/N: Hey look! Chapter 1! 1 down, 6 more to go. So much fun, ain't it? OK, just a plain flat out warning.THIS FANFIC CONTAINS SLASH!!!!! And is a bit descriptive. Don't say that I didn't warn ya.
Disclaimer: Don't own or know the TMNT. Only own my own.
A scream filled the Lair. Instantly he was out of bed and in another room. He saw his older brother holding the second oldest, who was shaking.
"He OK?"
His oldest brother looked at him with big brown eyes round with fear. Confusion slightly slipped onto his oldest brother's face but it was quickly pushed away. His oldest sibling shook his head and a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. His eyes snapped from his two older siblings to the one standing above him. A gentle smile sent a sense of peace through his small body and he relaxed. The one standing above him walked around him as his youngest sibling joined him in the doorway.
"What's goin' on?"
"Don't know." He watched as his younger brother yawned next to him before looking at his older siblings and father. His oldest brother was sitting a bit off, staring at his hands, his eyes still wide with fear. Don's gaze landed on Leo's hands and his eyes grew. Don squeezed his eyes shut and screamed.
- - -
Don's eyes snapped open as a scream rang through the Lair. He raised his head off of the keyboard he was using as a pillow and rubbed his eyes. The crimson on Leo's hands was still visible in his mind. Don shuddered at the memory. He still didn't know the whole story.
A second scream rang out and Don sighed. He stood and walked out of the lab, heading to a bedroom two doors down.
A third scream came from behind the door Don had his hand on and the sound of struggle stayed on its heels. Don pushed open the door and was greeted by a he had seen several times now.
Blood was all over the walls and floor while some still dripped from the bed. Raph and Mike were both fighting to keep Leo from hurting himself more against the restrains. As soon as the sudden fear attack had started, Leo became limp and Raph looked at his younger brother, panting.
"Bout time ya showed up," Raph snapped as Don's eyes watched some of the blood that covered Raph and Mike dripped down their bodies. Don shuddered and walked over to a table as Raph asked, "Anythin' we can do for 'im?"
"Other than keep him from killing himself against the restrains, no." Don stopped and looked at his older brother. "I don't even know what he has."
Silence hung like a heavy veil over the three turtles standing. Don kept his gaze locked with Raph's, not daring to look at his lover or younger brother. Fear was taking a toll on Raph more than anyone else and Don saw it clearly on Raph's face.
"Morning, Master Splinter," Mike piped up, breaking the veil and gaze between Raph and Don. Don turned and looked at the doorway where his Sensei stood, sadness imbedded on his face.
"Good morning, my sons," Master Splinter said. "How is Leonardo?"
Don caught Raph folding his arms out of the corner of his eye and he sighed. He returned his attention to Master Splinter and said, "Not good, I'm afraid. This is the second time tonight. I may have to change the dojo or his room to one that has padding so that he can't hurt himself."
"The dojo's big enough; he can wear himself out before he could hit a wall." Don glanced at Raph when he had said that but kept his mouth shut.
"Do what you need to do, Donatello," Master Splinter said, Don avoiding his Sensei's sad gaze. "Raphael and Michelangelo will help you, I hope. Try and keep your brother safe."
Don kept his gaze to his right as he listened to the soft footsteps of his father. When silence met his ears, Don looked up at his younger brother. He met big, blue eyes staring straight at him. Don couldn't help but smile. Mike's eyes lit up at Don's smile and Don took faith in that gleam.
"Let's change the dojo," Don sated, looking at Raph. "Can you stay here and clean him up?"
Raph nodded and Don turned to Mike.
"Call April up and tell her we need loads of padding," Don said and chuckled at Mike's wimpy salute. "I'll make the dojo ready for the padding."
Raph nodded again and Mike bounded off. Don left the room with the sense of helplessness. Knowing there was nothing else he can do, he entered the dojo and began moving things around.
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She opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room. She rested an unfamiliar hand on her pounding head and was glad the hand was cold. She rolled onto her stomach and hair fell across her view. It was like brown silk tinged with gold. She fingered it as she sat up.
A blue down blanket slid down the baby blue silk gown she was wearing. Sighing, she slipped off her bed and slipped her feet into pink slippers. Everything was unfamiliar to her and it was too familiar of a feeling to her. She fingered the chain around her neck and looked at the pendant hanging on it.
It was a gold pocket watch with two feathers embossed on the top. She popped it open and a picture was on the inside of the top. It was a picture of two boys, a girl, a man, and a woman smiling and having fun. Her eyes hovered on the youngest of the two boys before she looked at the seconds hand ticking around the circle of numbers. The hour hand was almost on the seven and the minute hand was in-between the nine and ten. She closed the locket and flipped it over. Something was engraved and she pulled it closer to read. I am Angel. She read it over and over as little things came through. Smiling, she walks around the now familiar room, glad that some memory was back. Placing a cool hand on her head, Angel continues to smile as she dressed.
- - - - -
The kitchen/dining room began to fill with chatter and clatter as it filled with the smells of breakfast. The small room could barely hold all who were in it.
"Someone take the
plates to the table." "Help!"
"Anyone have the
butter and syrup?" "I've got it!"
"I have the butter!"
"I have the syrup!"
"Duck!" "So, how
was school?" "Hot! Hot! Hot!"
Crash!
"Alright." "Where did the OJ go?"
"Whoops!"
"Anything new?" "On the table."
"Clean up on Isle
5!" "Nope." "I need more mix!"
"Where's the
broom?" Is Sara in your class?" "On it!"
"Heads up!" "Angel
is." "Found the dustpan!"
"Bacon!" "Angel
what?" "Eggs are getting cold!"
"Hot plate!"
"School." "Toast is ready!" "Ketchup"
"Table!" "Oh."
"Is the table set?" "Where's Benny?"
"Table!" "Yes."
I've gotta pee." "Where's the frosting?"
"Table, I think."
"Is the table set?" Where's Benny?"
"Table's set!"
Benny's at the table!" "Hot plate!"
"I'VE GOT TO GO
PEE!!"
Silence.
"Not any more."
The kitchen/dining room burst into laughter. The pink-faced girl who had last spoken had her face cupped by Angel.
"Come on, Kit," Angel said. "I'll help you clean up."
The little girl nodded and Angel led her out of the bustling room and down a narrow hall. The second door they came upon on their left, Angel opened. A small bathroom colored in a forest pastel lit up as Angel clicked the lights on.
"I'll go get you some new clothes as you get into the tub." Angel smiled gently. "We'll wash you down before we put you into new clothes. OK?"
Kit nodded with a smile and began pulling off her shirt as Angel left. She entered the room right across the hall and went to the dresser. She gathered some clothes before closing the dresser drawer and walking into the bathroom again. She hesitated for a bit, trying to get the bathroom to be familiar. She gripped her pocket watch and placed the clothes on the counter as Kit watched her.
"Ready?" Angel asked and kit nodded. Angel turned on the water and filled the tub. Kit pulled the last of her clothes off and she pulled at Angel's pants. "What's up?"
"Join me." Angel blinked at this remark. Before she smiled gently.
"OK. Let me go get a change of clothes too." Angel hurried to her room and back with an outfit in her arms. She closed the door and quickly stripped. Grabbing Kit under her arms, she lifts the 3-year-old into the tub and climbs in behind her.
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you take your watch off when you take a bath?"
"No."
"Why?"
Angel stopped massaging Kit's hair with soap. Angel looked at the gold bright against her white chest. "To remember."
"Remember what?"
Angel looked into Kit's big, brown eyes as she began massaging Kit's head.
"Just remember."
"Who you are?"
"Yes. Who told you?"
"Antonio."
Angel smiled as she poured water over Kit's hair. The black waves of silk ended at the bottom of Kit's shoulder blades. Angel ran her hand over the waves, dragging any access water with it.
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Mike looked at the calendar above his bed. He smiled and leaped out of bed. He ran to Raph's room and pulled open his door.
"It's October!" Mike squealed as he leaped onto Raph's back.
"Watch it!" Raph snapped. He chuckled as Mike kissed his cheek and asked, "So why're ya so excited?"
"Halloween," Mike mumbled into Raph's neck, Mike's breath making him shudder pleasantly.
Raph began playing with Mike's bandanna tail that had floated over his shoulder. "Are ya dressing up this year?"
"You bet."
"What'cha going to be?"
Mike smiled into Raph's Neck. "I was thinking we should go as an angel and devil."
Raph moaned and Mike chuckled. "Do I dare ask which I'm going to be?"
"You will be the devil. Even though it would have been cute to see you in a halo."
Raph gripped Mike's shell and pulled him over his shoulder. Mike landed on Raph's hammock and Raph brought his face inches from Mike's.
"Luckily, we won't have to find out how cute."
Mike smiled and pulled on Raph's bandanna tails to bring him closer. Mike came up and met Raph's lips, demanding access. Raph eagerly opened up and Mike took it. Mike pulled himself up, his hands exploring Raph's shell. Mike relaxed as Raph began to explore his neck with his mouth and Raph coaxed Mike to lay back on the hammock. Mike shuddered as Raph gently bit where his shoulder became his neck. Mike brought a hand up and ran a finger lightly just above Raph's shell. Raph shuddered and shifted, giving Mike full access to his neck and Mike took the offer. Just as Mike was about to follow Raph's shoulder to his elbow, a soft ting from a small bell rang and Mike pulled back.
"What's wrong?"
Mike began stroking Raph's arm unconsciously as he stared at the wall. Raph rested his head on Mike's chest and closed his eyes.
"What's bothering you, bro?"
Mike sighed and looked at Raph's face. "I...nothing. Just...I had heard a bell and..." Again, Mike stared at the wall and Raph sighed. "Leo was never one fond of being sick and when he was, he was always so sick. Master Splinter had given him a bell and Leo would always ring it once a day, asking for company. Nothing else.
"He never complained, Raph, bout anything. Not even being sick. He never moans, never cries. Nothing. I worry about him, Raph, but I don't know what I should do."
Mike felt Raph sigh against his chest and side. A hand cupped his cheek and pulls his gaze over to meet Raph's.
"He won't complain but that don't mean he ain't in pain. We just need to be able to help both Leo and Don in this, K?"
Mike smiled and nodded. Raph moved forward and kissed Mike's forehead. Mike tried to bury himself in Raph's shoulder as the tears came. He was so scared.
- - - - - - -
Angel blinked, trying to stay awake. A spiral notebook and pencil were on her lap while a literature book sat open next to her and a math book on the other side. Yawning, Angel placed the pencil and notebook on her open literature book and stretched. She looked at her digital clock and sighed. 6:32 PM and she was already tired. She opened her pocket watch and watched the seconds hand tick around. Angel looked up when a knock landed lightly on her door.
"Come in."
"Angel," panted the eldest in the house. "He's started.
Angel held back a gasp as her vision blurred. Shaking her head, she slipped of her bed, blinking back the black edging into her vision.
The eldest hurried over and gripped Angel's arm. "Stage Two, Already?" For how long?"
"Just now."
The eldest muffled a curse and Angel glanced his way. Being 23 and 6 foot, he wasn't much bigger than she but he was a lot stronger. Angel smiled at the thought of him liking Jenna, the eldest girl. She was 20 and stood 5 foot 9 with brown silk hair and brown jewel eyes, which were inherited by Kit, Jenna and Zen's daughter. Zen's wild hair brightened his blue eyes as he led Angel down the hall. He looked into her eyes and stopped walking.
"Everything alright, Angel?" Zen asked, concern full on his face.
Angel smiled gently and said, "Just thinking."
"Bout Kit again?"
Angel nodded against Zen's shoulder as the pair walked down the hall. Angel could hear the struggle behind the door they stopped at. Angel cringed as the scream rang out. A scream of past fear forgotten to the one screaming.
A/N: Funny, it took me forever to type that yet I wrote it in about 15 minutes. OK, I'm exaggerating here but still, it gives ya a good picture.
