Warning: Alcohol usage

Farah rubs her arms as she walks underneath the street lights – her jacket had just been stolen by a bunch of bullies and she would have still had it with her. If her epilepsy hadn't kicked in and if it wasn't for Mr Murakami saving her, she would have been in a far worse condition.

"Who knew the blind man, could be so bad ass," she mumbles to herself, before she stops in front of an alleyway.

She had wonders, where Mikey had been it had been at least a couple of days since she had last seen the mutant turtle.

"Probably realized, how much of an idiot I am." She can't help and say.

Her eyes narrowed at the figure down the end of the alleyway, before they quickly scan the area and slowly walk towards the end. She raised an eye brow, at the sight of a person curled up into a ball – before she shakes her head in denial.

"Mikey? Good lord Mikey, what happened?' she asked, running up and shaking him awake.

"Mikey, wake up." She cheeks his pulse and sighs in relief.

Her eyes moved left to right, at the sight of empty bottles before she rub a hand through her hair.

"Dude, don't tell me."

She carefully holds the still form in her arms and frowns at the bottles, she knows what he had been doing and the smell had only convinced her.

"F- Farah?" Mikey mumbles and his eyes open, she drops him onto the cold ground and cross her arms, before slapping him over the head.

"Oi," he complained, before giggling.

"What an earth is wrong with you?"

"Meh don't know what you're talking about Farah."

"You are drunk, d-r-u-n-k. Drunk."

Mikey blinks, before his eyes drifted towards the sides and notice the bottles around him, he giggles.

"Na, only had a couple," she huffs.

"Right and I'm a magical pony, flying through the sky. Where an earth did you even get the stuff? You're a mutant turtle," he shrugs.

"Some guy thought I was wearing a custom."

"What dealer?" Mikey nods and she sighs.

"What are your brothers going to think, when they find out?"

She shakes her head, hiding her eyes in shame as she covers a hand over them. By the time she looked back up, she notices the sadness in his eyes.

"Look. I don't want to know what happened and I don't care, you can drag yourself back to your home. I'm not dealing with this crap."

Mikey mouth opens, but quickly closes itself as he watched her walked away – it isn't long before he knows it and starts to cry. Man, he really was a mess and his eyes widen as he feels a set of arms wrap around him, hands going for his nuncukles, but had soon come to a halt – once he knew who it was.

"Farah?" She said nothing. As she stands him up and wrapping one arm around her neck before walking off.

"Because sadly, I have a heart and you can stay at my place."

"Thanks Farah, you're the best," he smiles and she rolls her eyes.

"Shame I don't get pay," she mumbles and frowns as he giggles in delight.

Raphael growled underneath his breath, as Leo places the ice bag over his bruised eye.

"You know if you sat still this would be over, by now," he said.

The hot head frowns, taking away the bag from his older brother and placing it on his bruised. He mumbles to himself, while his mind is still trying to work out, what had just happened.

"I'm fine, fearless, but I want to know where Mikey went to."

"We don't know. Donnie think's it's best to let him cool down first, before we look for him and sensei has the same idea."

Raph mind is still in the state of denial, he can't believe it – sure he's yelled at his baby brother before and it normally comes back as an insult or a prank, but a punch to the face.

That aren't, Mikey. He can't help and think.

He didn't understand, it was bad enough he and his brothers weren't seeing, eye to eye and just when he thought he was going to do the right thing. He was punch in the face and yes, he knows his brother hadn't been the same for a while and Mikey already had three anger episodes.

To the point where nothing can clam him down, but a pressure point jab from Splinter. Not to mention, Raph hated that look in his father's eyes, after it would have to be done a look of regret and guilt, but there was no other options.

Frankly Raph was worried, worried about his little brother, worried about the light of the family fading away and now he has to wait, just to find him again. He can't wait, how can he wait, when he thinks something could happen to his brother and where his brother isn't in the right state of mind?

All he wants to do is talk to him - sure talking to people calming was never Raph's strong point, but he knows he can at least get through to his brother, he knows what it's like to lose yourself in anger and he didn't want Mikey to fall, not like this anyway.

His eyes turned cold, before throwing the bag of ice towards the wall and causing Leo to flinched, he stands up and starts punching the punching bag, and Leo is behind him. He knows his older brother, is trying to stay calm and collected – something that none of them had been for a while.

"How do you expect me to just sit around and wait? We have a brother out there, Leo," Raph said.

He stops hitting the bag and turns over towards his brothers.

"I know that Raph, but you know how's he been lately. Going up there and finding him, isn't going to help him."

"Yeah, but at least if we go up there! We can bring him home and keep an eye on him!" Leo sighs.

"Guys. Would you stop already," Donnie said, as he walked out of his lab.

"Will maybe, you should be trying to find Mikey," he growls and Donnie shakes his head.

"I've called him Raph and he doesn't want to see anyone. He said, he be back by midnight," Donnie said softly.

It's only now the hot head sees his brother holding, his T-phone in his hands. The three didn't say much after that, each going off and doing their own thing – after all Mikey was coming home. Then why did Raph feel, as if his brother wasn't retuning home?

Mikey's eyes quickly closed at the sight of the sun greeting him, he places a hand over his head and wonder where he was. His eyes opened again and glance over towards the clock on the wall.

8:00 am.

He sighs, he was meant to come home at midnight and his hands goes for his belt before pulling out his T-phone. A small smile appear, as he notice the tracker was trying to find him … hold on, where was he?

"Look who decide to wake up. How ya feel, old man?" Farah said, as she walks into the living room and sat herself down on a bean bag that was placed at the end of the couch.

"What happened? And I'm not old dudette."

"Nope, but I bet ya the hangover makes you feel old," it wasn't a question, because she smiles as Mikey groans once the headache started to kick in. "Told you so."

"Does the curtain have to be open?" Mikey asked.

"Come on Mikey, I need it to brighten up the place."

"Your just doing this, as pay back. Aren't you?"

"Yes. Do you remember?"

"I remember bits and pieces, but that's about it."

"Oh okay. Then let me feel you in. You were drunk!" he winched, before coving his ears.

"Dude, my brothers are so going to kill me." she laughs as she stands up.

"Sorry dude, but I might get that job first. I still can't believe it, what were you thinking?"

Michelangelo slowly sits himself up on the chair, still rubbing his forehead.

"I was thinking … thinking," he sighs. "Thinking it was my fault."

This had caught Farah attention and now she finds herself sitting down besides Mikey and giving him a simultaneously expression.

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault," she said softly.

"It was. If I wasn't such a screw up, then it wouldn't have happened."

She takes a deep breath in, before sinking into the couch.

"I punched my own brother," she blinks in surprised.

She wasn't expecting anything and she had come to expect it, but she knew in those eyes that Mikey had wanted to talk about something deep and she was the only person here.

"He just wanted to talk me," he chuckles. "It's not often, where he just wants to talk to me and not make fun of me. But I didn't want to talk to him, I wasn't in the mood and I was hoping if I didn't say anything, he would leave me alone. Then, something happened, everything just turned red and I was mad. I don't even know why I was mad."

She places an arm around his shoulder and takes him into a hug – at the sight of tears starting to fall.

"It was as if, I lost my control and then everything just went blank."

"Have you done it before?" she can't help and asked, but he shakes his head.

"Yes and no. Lately, I can't control my anger. Normally I'm not the hot head and instead the goof ball or at least the happy one, but with my brothers fighting. I guess, I just had enough of it all and now … now I'm just tired."

"Oh Mikey," she said softy.

In a strange way, she understood what Mikey was going through and not willing to let him go. She was going to stay here and do her best to help him.

Hi ya, guys, deeply sorry about the wait. This chapter went through, so many rewrites and I'm still not happy with it, but I think it's best to update instead of leaving it on my USB. Thank you again, for the wonderful people who have been, reading, reviewing, fav and following. Want to know something? You guys are awesome.

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