A/n: I don't own TMNT! I'm just borrowing them once again

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The next morning Master Splinter went to rouse his sons for an early morning training session. When he went to Michelangelo's room, however, he found the turtle's bed empty. Though the bed was unkempt with blankets strewn about he could tell it hadn't been slept in the previous evening.

"Have any of you seen Michelangelo?" He asked the other three.

"He went to bed jus' fine last night," Raph replied, glancing perplexed into his sibling's room, looking around to see if maybe he'd rolled out of bed or fallen asleep on the floor. He'd done it before.

"I think I may know where he is Master Splinter," Leo offered. He led his family to the lower level where Klunk's crate was taking up residence and pulled up the sheet that had been draped over it. Sure enough Michelangelo slept inside, his head pillowed on his arm and Klunk curled up comfortably under his chin, his injured leg stretched out behind him.

At the sudden light the cat lifted his head and blinked blearily up at the four sets of eyes that peered down at him. He mewed his greeting, but Mikey continued to sleep.

"I think I speak for everybody when I say d'awwwwwwww," Donny said.

"It is rather cute," Splinter agreed.

"Adorable," Raph said in a gruff voice, sounding like he thought the complete opposite. He wasn't fooling anybody.

"Sensei," Leo started. "Do we have to wake him up?"

Splinter was quiet for a moment, tugging thoughtfully at the fur on his chin. "I suppose I could make an allowance, considering the circumstances."

"It amazes me how he can sleep anywhere and actually look comfortable." Donny crouched down to get a closer look at his brother. "What's with the sun on his arm?"

"Oh," Leo said, clearing his throat. "That would be my handiwork. "

"You drew on him?" said Raph.

"I didn't have any cookie dough handy since someone let him eat all of it. The ink isn't even permanent. It'll wash off.

"We will let him sleep," Splinter interrupted, already leading the way out. "Come, we've training to complete."

When they returned Mikey was pacing nervously in front of Klunk's crate looking helpless. Don, Raph, and Leo hesitated, glancing between each other.

"I've got this one," Don volunteered finally. He had to catch the edge of Mikey's shell to get him to stop. "I'd ask if something was bothering you, but the answer is rather obvious. What's got you so worked up?"

"It's Klunk!" Mikey gasped, whirling around.

Donny glanced over to the cat. He seemed rather comfortable stretched out on a folded fleece blanket the way he was. "What about him? He looks fine."

"Yeah. Right nooow. Donny! He's been hissing and growling-you know that really deep one in the back of the throat that sounds kinda like a siren? And then hissing some more and then growling at his foot. I don't get it! He was okay last night."

Klunk chose that moment to jerk back away like he'd been startled and then hissed at nothing.

"See!" Mike pointed accusingly at the little feline.

"Yes, I see." Don replied before kneeling down next to the enclosure to get a better look at the animal. Klunk glanced back at him, pupils dilated and growled at him, warningly. "It's possible he's still working out the remains of the anesthesia from his system. Remember how I said cats get either very lovey or very angry? Apparently he's decided to be angry now."

"But angry at me Don? I mean, sure, I feel a little bit guilty and if anyone has the right to be angry it's him, but Klunk and I...we just don't get mad at each other." Mikey had crouched down next to Don by this point and hung his head in defeat. "I know he's gotta be in pain. It sucks that there's nothing I can do to make it better! I just feel so...so...so helpless."

Donny hummed his understanding. "I know it's hard Mikey, but everything that can be done for him right now has been done. You're just going to have to wait this out, roll with the punches. You're doing what you can."

Klunk hissed angrily again, glaring kitty daggers at his bandaged foot.

Michelangelo winced. "Yeah, I know."

Hearing Mikey sound so lost and defeated and looking like he was on the verge of more tears made Donny want to shake him if only to distract him for a few seconds, but that was generally more in Raph's department. Don had more gentle methods.

"Let's let him settle down on his own for awhile," Donatello suggested. He stood and draped the sheet back over the crate to filter the light. "I could use your help with something," he said quickly when Mikey looked about to protest. "Really," he encouraged.

"Okay I guess," Mikey finally surrendered, pushing himself up to his feet. "For a little while anyway."

"Light bulbs?" Mikey said five minutes later. "You needed my help changing light bulbs?"

"Well yeah," Don said from atop the ladder, glancing down at his brother from the corner of his eyes as he unscrewed the dead bulb. "It's not that easy juggling bulbs. They're delicate."

"Yeah, sure," Mikey replied distractedly, most of his attention focused on the light bulb he was currently balancing on the tip of his finger.

"Mikey!" Donny hissed.

Michelangelo tossed the blub up and caught it. "What?"

"I just said that they're delicate. Weren't you listening?"

"Truthfully?"

"Preferably the truth, yes," Donny said dryly.

"Not really no. Besides, I'm not gonna drop it."

Donny sighed, shaking his head. "Here, trade." He gave Mikey the old bulb in exchange for the new. Ten minutes later found Mikey literally juggling six dead bulbs and Don putting the ladder away.

The loud meow of Klunk from his crate distracted the younger turtle and he dropped all of them. He paid the shattered glass little attention as he flew to the crate to check on his friend to make sure everything was okay and that he hadn't hurt himself. Again.

"Mikey careful! I really don't want to be fishing out any glass shards from your foot." Don walked around the pile of broken glass to stand over his crouching brother. "Is he okay?"

"Think so. I really wish he'd stop doing that. It really freaks me out."

"It's not forever," Donny promised. "Technically, if you think about it, he's already on the mend. The medicine is leaving his system and the bone is set and already in the process of healing. Granted it is slow healing, but the only thing he can do now is get better. I can practically guarantee he'll be in a better mood tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Really really."

Mikey's mouth tightened in the effort to hold back a smile. "Was that a Shrek reference?"

Don hesitated for a minute. "Maybe. Did it make you feel better?"

"Maaaaaybe," Mikey countered. "That and Klunk has settled down again."

"I knew he would," Don tapped Mike's shoulder as he turned to leave. "Come on. I still need your help."

"What for? We changed all the light bulbs already."

"Yes," Donny nodded, "but now you get to hold the dustpan while I sweep up the glass you broke."

Mikey made a sour face.

A/N: So what do you guys think of this story? I know it's not really action packed or anything, but I still hope you guys find it entertaining. Lemme know! Thanks for reading