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A/N: The randomness of it all strikes again! Thank you guys so much for reviewing it really means a lot to me and the random bunny that is eating my leg. All hail cannibal bunnies…wait…that sounded a lot better in my head than when it came out…ah who cares. It's up! It's up! It's finally up!...please enjoy for that is why we write.

Dedication: this chapter is dedicated to my grandma, for spending so much time listening to my story ideas, giving some of her own at what could happen and lines. As well as being the brave woman she is to raise all my uncles into the men (who still clobber each other with water balloons) they are today and just for being who she is. Thanks Grandma, you're the best.

April's POV

Well I couldn't offer much on advice seeing as how I never had any brothers growing up. But from the looks of how things were going everyone in the lair could use at least a little help and when I say everyone I mean one very worn out rat and two teenagers who were aloud a small bit of time to move and get out of their room, only to wind up in a pillow fight over something.

Or as Michelangelo explained to me, a death match, I didn't ask.

And what exactly, Splinter didn't say, but from the way he was slumped down in his chair when I got here with the groceries, staring at the ceiling as if asking why? I can only assume it was emotionally scaring. I had gotten here around two hours ago and stayed ever since then to try and help out where I could.

Mostly that meant going into the declared war zone and breaking up a fight if something came up…one would think that after the damage they both caused, breaking a lamp, the remote and ripping open several of the cushions on each others heads; they would stop already. But I guess being alone in a room with someone for over four days would grate on anyone's nerves. And I know from experience how siblings can be. I may not have had any brothers, but I had a sister who I shared a room with and there were times…well it was a wonder that during our teen years the neighbors never called. More than twice anyways.

So I could sympathize with them on that level…but not on how much they did it. Even now I can hear them yelling at each other about something, and from the sounds of it Raphael is ready to jump out of bed again and tackle Leo.

Shooting Master Splinter a look as I place several of the items in the cabinets he gives a small sigh and shake of the head. His tails twitching from side to side now at speed they boys have unanimously voted Cue. What that means exactly…is yet another mystery lost to me inside their minds. Maybe it's to tell them when to get out of here. That sounds like the most reasonable idea.

But from the way Splinter's ears are also folded back, I wonder if he's about to explode. Placing a hand on his shoulder I silently volunteer to check on the two rampaging turtles, none to soon. A large crash just took place and their father's left eye is twitching as sudden screams of terror erupted from the room.

Racing for it, I wondered if Leo had gotten the upper hand…then again the pleas sounded more like Leo…and a cynical teasing voice sounded more like…Raphael?

What had those two started now.

"Alright you two, back into…." my eyes went wide as I flung the door open. What in the world?!

Raphael had pinned Leonardo the ground and was currently on top of his brother, holding his wrists and a long trail of what looked like…spit? Hung out of his mouth as he looked at me in a surprised but not quite guilty fashion, Leo just looked terrified and helpless, turning his head towards me the same time his brother did with a surprised and blank expression.

"Heya April…" Raph started with the slobber still hanging from his mouth and dangling just above a helpless squirming Leo.

"What are you two doing?! You're supposed to be in bed, not…Raph put that back in your mouth!" I ordered sounding more like a drill sergeant than I meant to…but that was just. "Now!!" I snapped hands on hips when he hesitated.

"Raph get off me!" Leo growled up his brother, finally my hotheaded friend started to reqilinish his claim over his sibling. Only to two seconds later the spit he was sucking in, drooled directly onto a now hysterical Leonardo.

"Raphael you did that on purpose you block head! Do you have any idea how gross that is?! And you haven't even brushed your teeth for almost a week! Get it off of me, now!"

"For one, neither have you! And two…alright." Raphael got that grin of his and before I could move he attempted to wipe his spit from his brother only to smear it on his cheek.

"Raph!!" Leo yelled back tackling up his brother only to get pinned down once again. Raphael was the strongest of the four, and Leonardo was better at planning. However planning probably wasn't going to get him out of this one, apparently that's where I came in.

Stalking over, I wished they both had ears as I grabbed onto the back of Raphael's shell and hauled him up, then just as Leo got a cocky smile on his face I reached down and grabbed his shell too leading them both over to one bed.

"Sit!" my arms were folded and my lips were pursed. Lucky for them they were both sick, and their butts were on the bed, heads down before the last syablle left my mouth. "Now what is going on here…"

Wrong question to ask, both their heads shot up and fingers started pointing at each other as they both tried to out yell their side of the story. Both of them were looking at me with pleading eyes, begging me to take their side, despite the fact I couldn't hear either. If this is what Master Splinter puts up with all the time that rat deserves a medal of some kind. Heck if he can stand to raise four boys on his own who act like this even just occasionally he deserves to run congress.

"Alright you two, that's enough!" I had to raise my own voice but surprisingly not that high since both of them were suffering from sore throats. "Now…One at a time! What happened, Leo go first." I added before they could start an argument over that.

Giving his little brother a smirk, that I swore I could see tongue stick out he turned to me in an almost formal fashion. This should be good, probably one sided, but it should be good. Tapping my foot I let him start.

Five minutes later he told me about how Raphael had wrongfully accused him of something. What it was he wouldn't say, but from how Raph had to stifle a snicker I could guess it was somewhat embarrassing for Leo. That had my sympathy if anything. Shooting Raph a half scolding half curious look, I received a half and half back. Half apologetic, half mischievous, just like Raph.

"So then he just tackles me out of the blue and did what you saw. After holding me hostage for three minutes, do you have any idea how gross it is to know that's going to be on your face?" he asked obviously repulsed. Raphael just looked all to pleased with himself.

"Fortunately no." I murmured before sighing. "So you did nothing wrong? Nothing to provoke his…errr…" I fumbled for a correct word. "Grossness…" I asked

"No." it was a short answer and from the look I was receiving from his brother it told me that I needed to let him tell his side.

I nodded and let him start, sitting down on the opposite bed, this was going to be another good one.

By the time he was done I wasn't disappointed either, all Raphael had to add was a few more theatrics and he could probably write and sell a movie. Ok, it wasn't that bad, it was just the same story, but knowing he couldn't defend against what I saw he explained how he had been viciously provoked by an older brother who knew exactly how he would respond, making it look like and I quote him. "Poor little Leo was a complete victim when really he's the puppet master behind it all!" I didn't say anything on his choice of words. I figured I chalk that one up to the fever that while coming down still had yet to break on either of them.

At the end, both of them were glaring at each other than looking to me with eyes as big as my fist trying to get me to pick their side. After hanging around with Michelangelo for so long though, Donatello had told me the secret was to never look them directly in the pupil. I figured it was the same with any of them, so I did my best to avoid their eyes and tap my foot in an angry, older sister manner I'd acquired again.

"So let me get this straight. It wasn't your fault?" I pointed to Leo. He shook his head. "And it wasn't your fault?" I pointed to Raphael, not trusting either of them.

"Nope." he declared, his eyes still large as ever, which I had to admit was a quite a combination with his tough as nails, Brooklyn voice. Smothering a small smile, I turned my head side ways as if in thought. And while pretending actually got one.

"Fine then, I believe you both." I said, both their jaws dropped. "Well it's not your fault and it's not your fault. So it has to be the rooms fault." I explained with a shrug.

They both looked at me like I had turned into Shredder, and from how I had snapped at them earlier I wonder if they didn't at least think that. But it was more than that, Raph was leaning closer to his brother shooting him a look that asked the silent question of crazy or a girl thing? I had gotten that several times in my years with these five.

"Uhh April…" Leo started.

I smiled. "Listen, guys. I know how hard this can be, I shared a room with a sibling to."

"Bet they weren't hotheaded."

"Bet they weren't control freaks!"

I sighed, but didn't say much as they both came back and listened, as I came over and sat in between them, I didn't have to worry, both me and my sister had this disease when we still to young to remember it. "No but she was a lot of other things. And I was as well…including a control freak with a temper." I smiled.

They both shot that crazy look again and agreed on crazy. "Thirteen." I answered and they nodded with an ahh, at the mention. Apparently that age held incidents for them as well.

"But the point is, we survived and we actually got a lot closer than if we had had different rooms."

"April if you're trying to suggest this be a permanent thing…"

"Let me finish." I sighed squeezing Raph's shoulder his face full of dread at what I was suggesting. "But while that happened in the long run, we also needed our space at times. And since you guys aren't used to being in such a small space together, I'm offering you the chance to come over and stay at my place."

"No, April we…"

"I have two rooms in the basement that I was going to rent…before you dug a hole into the wall, but since that happened. I've decided to turn them into turtle rooms. As in a place you all can come and stay if you need to get away…or if you're about to kill each other from being confined like this."

"April we can't ask you to do that, besides what about Master Splinter. I don't think he'd allow it." Raph sounded surprisingly reasonable.

"You're not asking, I'm offering. And I think Splinter will be willing to at least listen to the proposal." I know that man dearly loves his children, but with these two how they are, I wonder if he also wouldn't jump at the chance for some quiet. "And before you say anything, I'm used to taking care of sick turtles, and business has been slow at the store. It's no problem, really." I squeezed both their shoulders again, giving them a brief hug before I got up and turned to leave.

"You guys think about it, ok? I'm going to go talk to your father and see what he has to say." I didn't look to see their reaction only turned to order them back into their own beds, my sharp tone picked up again that sent them both jolting into their assigned bunks and under the covers peeping up at me with wide eyes.

"And no fighting." that was the last thing I said before I closed the door behind me and headed back towards the kitchen to begin to tell Master Splinter my plan.

To be continued…

A/N: (is still in shock it's up oblivious to the bunny eating her leg) And ten drafts and two cups of coffee milk later, the final draft! WHOOHOO!!! It's finally up! Thank you guys so much for reading and for your patience! Please review and let me know what you thought.

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