I do not own the TMNT.

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Chapter 4

Reaping what they've sewn.

Four mutant turtles, one mutant cat and one rat sensei surveyed the destruction that was the couch. Kit and Mikey had been discussing how to fix the problem, or at least reduce their punishment, when Master Splinter had walked in and seen it. The other three turtles had surfaced using some kind of built-in radar that detected when one of their brothers were about to get majorly punished: Kit had seen this radar at work many times and was endlessly fascinated with its function, but those born as an only child were denied such mysteries.

Michelangelo and Kitrian stood in front of their teacher with attitudes of absolute shame and repentance. Master Splinter alternately eyed his two wayward students, and the sad pile of scrap in the monitoring area.

"You two realize what you have done wrong." He stated.

"Yes Sensei."

"Your ere was not so much the destruction of the couch, but your actions leading to the destruction of the couch."

"Yes Sensei."

"I wish for you to reflect very carefully upon your actions while you attend to the punishments I have assigned for you."

"Yes Sensei."

"Michelangelo," Mikey looked up, "You will spend the weekend, until I state that you are finished, helping your brother Donatello. This includes finding a way to replace the couch without impeding on his work." Mikey flinched; Donnie had a knack for doubling or even tripling his workload suddenly when there was assigned help.

"Kitrian," Kit looked up, "I am told that the garage is in severe need of cleaning. This will be your task until the garage passes Raphael's inspection." Kit choked and a faint snicker came from Raph's direction. Raph usually didn't care what conditions he worked under, but when given the slave labor he suddenly turned into a neat-freak germ-phobic.

"You will be expected to complete these tasks in addition to your usual training," That wasn't so bad- all things considered, "..and an extra daily session of kata practice with Leonardo." Mikey started to whimper, Kit felt something that she was sure were her muscles begging for mercy, but both knew better than to object. The last objection anyone had made to an assigned punishment resulted in the entire lair being very clean and smelling vaguely of lemon. "You may begin now." Master Splinter calmly collected his tea and returned to his room. After he was out of sight Kit glanced at her watch; he had assessed the problem, dictated punishments and made his tea all within approximately one commercial break, He wouldn't be missing a minute of Days of Our Lives. While her teacher's fondness for daytime soaps confused Kit as much as anyone who watched the things did she had to admit; she was impressed with his timeing.

A strong, callused, three fingered hand gripped the back of Kit's neck, "You know, Master Splinter heard right, the garage is gettin' pretty scary." Kit's ears flattened with dread as Raph lead her to the elevator, if she had only controlled her temper with Mikey for another minute…

Behind Kit she could hear Mikey whining, "The entire weekend But it's Thursday!"

"Okay you two, have them down here at five-thirty tonight." Leo called as Kit and Raph stepped into the elevator. Mikey and Kit both groaned, dinner was usually at seven. That meant an hour and a half of kata practice with the world's most gung-ho ninja. Kit was almost relieved when the elevator door closed, until she remembered why she was in there, and who was in charge of her.

The door opened to reveal just how bad the garage was. Junk was scattered everywhere, specifically around Donnie's latest version of the Battle Shell and Raph's Shell Cycle. Dirt covered the floor in a not-so fine layer and the cupboards, shelves and other storage devices for tools and parts were disaster areas. Add spilt engine fluids and all the junk accumulated from the guys' habit of pack-ratting, no offense to Splinter, and saying that Kit had her work cut out for her became a horrible understatement.

"You know the drill Kit, just tidy the place up a bit; dust, take the trash out, put a few of the tools away, shove spare parts in a corner; you know." Kit nodded, she knew. By 'dust' he meant scrub everything until it shone, even bleaching out the oil stains on the concrete. By 'take the trash out' he meant inspect the scrap lying on the floor to see if it was any good then haul the junk to the dump. 'Put a few tools away' meant clean every last one of them, sort them out and find a place to keep them organized. If she planned to shove any parts in a corner they had better be spick-and-span, organized, boxed and labeled according to type.

"Oh, and uh, like Master Splinter says, 'when one is unclean he only makes those around him unclean' so don't forget the Battle Shell and my bike, alright Kit?" Kit heard Raph flip something to her and she caught it without thinking before the elevator door closed behind her. She looked at the container she had caught.

Turtle Wax.

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I do not own the brand Turtle Wax and I am unaware if "Days of Our Lives" is even a real show.

But Kit is my own invention and I like to punish her just as much as I like to punish Raph.

Please review or I will tell Splinter you broke his favorite tea set.