Disclaimer: I own nothing. Darn. I make no money from this. Also Darn. Please don't sue me.

Ok, I keep pulling from previous chapters. Mikey is fine now. Don's still a little queasy, but for the most part is ok now. His brother's took very good care of him. This is not your typical food fight. And to all you wonderful reviewers out there THANK YOU!


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Leonardo found the fresh vegetables someone had packed in their cooler. It was something he would have done, but he knew that it hadn't been him. Raph wouldn't do that and Mikey, certainly not, so that left Donnie and Splinter. Either one of them might have thrown the vegetables in the cooler. Finding an onion in the cooler he guessed that it was probably the latter, or that little addition might have been Raphael's doing. Either way the red onion would work for what he had in mind.

Raphael was making sandwiches for lunch, while Leo put together a salad from the fresh veggies he had found. Mikey was off skateboarding somewhere in the deserted park and Donatello was checking the fluids in the Battle Shell. It had been running a little hot and he wanted to make sure everything was ok before they went any farther.

Leo looked around and found a large container that would suffice for his purposes and started ripping lettuce, them he cubed the mostly-bruised tomatoes. What a stupid travel food, who packed these things? He followed with slicing the onions, he didn't need much, just a few to throw on top of the salads, well three of them anyway. He threw the tomatoes into the bowl of lettuce and looked at the onions in front of him. He didn't feel like adding the red vegetable rings at the end so he tossed them in with everything else. He can just pick them out.

Raphael pulled out the thermos of coffee that they had filled that morning and placed it on the table with the sandwiches. He then went in search of Michelangelo. As he turned from the table the napkins started to fly, he leapt back quickly, caught them and weighed them down with the thermos before starting after Mikey again.

Donatello slammed the hood of the Battle Shell after adding anti-freeze and returned the still half-full container to its rightful place in the back of the rig. He jumped out the back of the truck and was assaulted by the lingering smell of the onions Leo had been cutting. Feeling his face changing colors he jumped down and, ignoring Leo's calls to check if he was alright, hurried to the restroom. The nausea was fought back as he washed the grease from his hands. When he came out the salad had joined the sandwiches on the table and Raphael and Michelangelo had just returned. The four sat down to their lunch.

Leonardo found that the onions he had put in the salad were a little more powerful than he had expected. Mikey and Raph noticed that rather quickly too, but for some reason they kept their mouths shut. Leo was quickly becoming surer that it was his red banded brother who had thrown the onion into the supplies, and he probably had the blessings of their brother in orange at that time.

Donatello had eaten about half his sandwich and was working on his salad. Actually, he seemed to be playing with it more than eating it.

"Hey, Raph, want my onions?" Don asked absently as he pushed one of the items in question around his plate.

"Nah, I'm good." Raph responded a little too quickly. Leo noticed, but no one else seemed to. Raphael took the moment to pour himself some coffee from the thermos. It wasn't hot anymore, but it wasn't cold either, and it was better than nothing. He left the annoying lid off the travel cup and took a sip of the lukewarm liquid.

Don continued to absently push the onion around his plate. He could still smell the awful thing and he wanted it as far away from him as possible, but since Raph didn't want it and he knew that Leo and Mikey never took onions from him that it wasn't going anywhere. A quick glance told him that Raph had put his coffee down on the table and started back in on his own salad. Donatello sighed quietly and went to push the onion again, but this time his fork slipped on the Styrofoam plate and the onion he had been playing with rocketed off the edge of the plate… and right into Raph's coffee cup. Oh shell. Don thought as he jumped to his feet. He didn't like the look he was getting from his brother at the moment.

"I'm so sorry Raph. Really, I didn't mean to! I swear it was an accident."

Leo and Mikey glanced up from their own meals to see what the commotion was all about.

"Why you little…" Raphael jumped to his feet.

Donatello took off running with Raph in hot pursuit.

"Did we miss something?" Mikey asked.

"I think so." Leo replied. He tried to figure out what had happened and glanced over at Raph's food, nothing seemed amiss. Mikey leaned over to do the same and as he did he passed over Raph's coffee and spotted the foreign object.

"Uh, I think I found it Leo."

Don's shouts of apology and Raph's continued threats were getting farther away, but Mikey and Leo weren't too concerned yet, though the next exchange between the two turtles who had left so abruptly was a little more concerning.

"Come 'ere you little..."

"Please, Raph, I'm really sorry. I'll do anything. Oh, I'll drive the rest of the day. You can enjoy the scenery! Please don't make me run anymore."

Mikey looked down at the cup in disbelief one more time before heading off to rescue his brother.

Leo looked over and saw the white ring floating in Raphael's coffee.

"He couldn't have done that one if he tried." Leo said in disbelief. He looked over at his brothers. Donatello was on his back on the ground and Mikey had positioned himself between the distressed and enraged turtles.

"Come on, Raph. It was an accident, there's no way he could have done that on purpose!" Michelangelo was physically holding the short tempered turtle back and Donatello was struggling to get off his back. Mikey had gotten the fight under control so Leo started cleaning up the lunch mess. It was time to get back on the road.