Okay, so Raph was difficult to write. Sorry about the long wait, you wonderful reviewers. :)

(Skipping with a fake happy grin) La la la la la! I don't own any of them!

Raph: War Game

Mikey let out a grunt of surprise as I flipped him over my shoulder for the second time in ten minutes. I was usually better at the judo stuff, despite his annoying habit of being always just out of reach. Kid could move fast when he had to, though he'd never been quicker than Don, who was now even faster due to his vampire issues.

Man, Bishop was gonna have his butt handed to him if the twins ever got a chance. You only had to ask for a game of chess for the pained looks to start. Mention his name and pencils, chopsticks and practise dummies would quickly get broken. Believe you me - if he ever crosses our path again, he'll find out the true meanings of the words 'anger', 'fear' and 'pain'. That'll be a good day. I hope I'm there to see the fear in his cold little eyes when he dies choking on his own blood. Call me sadistic, but it's no more than he deserves for hurting my older brothers.

The first time I saw Leo have an episode, I think I freaked slightly. Don was out scavenging with Mikey and it took a few minutes for him to answer his cell.

'Don, Leo's havin' an episode. What do I do?'

'You need to be there, Raph. Sit with him, keep a hand on his arm, and hug him if you have to. He needs to know there's someone on his side who he can call for help. We'll be back as soon as we can, just stay with him.'

''Kay.'

I hung up and returned to the dojo, where Leo was curled in a ball in the far corner. The look on his face made my heart clench. I mean, this was Leo. Untouchable, unbreakable, invincible. So seeing him cowering at the back of the room, trembling and terrified, just felt wrong. My big brother, nii-san, Fearless Leader, brought to a shivering mess by the voices in his head.

Oh, yeah. Bishop was gonna pay big time.

I have to admit, I was at a loss for what to do. I'm no good at words or the fluffy stuff. I'd never been very close to Leo either, instead usually finding myself feeling very far away. Like I was at that moment. On the other side of the dojo.

Something clicked in my thick head and I practically leapt across the room, falling to my knees beside my whimpering brother and pulling him into a tight hug. 'Listen ta me, Leo. I want ya to remember somethin' always, 'kay?' He nodded despite the pained look on his face, trying to focus even as the voices tried to bring him down.

'I want ya to remember that even when Don's not here ya can still ask for help, cuz I'm always prepared an' I'll neva back down when ya need me to fight for ya. You remember that, 'kay?'

A nod, slight, before Leo buried his face in my shirt and let out a few choked sobs. I kept my arms around him, just letting him lean on what strength I could give him, holding him until his body gave in to the exhaustion and he fell asleep.

That was how Don and Mikey found us fifteen minutes later, Leo sleeping curled up in my lap like a cat while I sat leaning against the wall. 'I can't move, Don.'

'It's not as if he'll mind – he's pretty out of it.'

'No, it's just my legs have gone numb.'

'Ah. Alright then.' Don smiled gently and picked Leo up, carrying him out to the couch while Mike grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

Don dipped his head in my direction as I passed, and a warm feeling spread through my heart as I knew I'd done well.

Leo's got better at blocking the voices since then, which means his episodes don't happen as often. But that usually means they get really bad, and now he's been having nightmares. He doesn't talk about them to anyone – which probably means they're really terrifying. Leo's never been very open about stuff, and now that he's all paranoid it's worse still, but we try to help as much as we can, and I think we're doing okay.

I flipped Mike over again and he landed in a heap. 'Awww… Raphiiieeee… agaaaaain?'

I hate that nickname. Hate it.

He tried to get up, but cried out and grabbed his left arm. Oh, crap – had I thrown harder than usual? I rushed over, afraid that he'd been hurt bad, but as I reached down his face lit up with that stupid grin and I knew I'd been duped. 'April Fool, Raphie!'

I snorted. 'It's October the twelfth, doofus.'

'So?'

I heard a laugh and turned to see Don standing in the doorway. 'Only you would try that, Mikey,' he chuckled as he walked over to help the bonehead up. Mike grabbed his hand, but only made it halfway to his feet before he gave another pained cry and clung to Donnie. 'My ankle… I thought I was okay…'

Aw, shell. I had hurt him.

Don helped Mikey into the infirmary, sitting him down on the table and gently examining the ankle, which looked red and was starting to swell up. 'Looks like a first-degree sprain, baby bro,' he said, "doctor-mode" in full swing, 'Not too bad, but you'll have trouble walking for a few weeks. And I shouldn't have to remind you that rest is essential.'

'Aww, but, Donniiiieee…'

'Don't "but, Donnie" me, Mike, sucking up will get you nowhere. You have a sprained ankle, so you are to take it easy, you hear me? If you have to walk around, do so with help - and slowly. Understand?'

Mikey's face fell, but he knew not to argue with Donnie in "doctor mode". 'Yes, Don.'

'Good. I'll get you a bandage and some painkillers. Don't move a muscle.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Accordin' ta you, the heart's a muscle. Should he stop movin' that too?'

Don smirked. 'That can be arranged.'

'Doctor Frankenstein.'

'Tofu-brained dunderwhelp.'

'Uh… geek-boy.'

'Zowerswopped microcephalic Neanderthal.'

'Um… uh…insert witty comeback here?'

'Nice try. Beat you again.'

'Damn.' Seriously, how can the nerd, the least badass out of all of us, have the best insults? Somehow it just doesn't seem right. Don's smirk grew wider. 'Dankish idle-headed knotty-pated footlicker.'

'Seriously - who talks like that?'

'Shakespeare.'

'Oh, ferget it.'

Don bandaged Mikey's ankle, the little guy complaining the whole time and being a drama queen. He's had injuries like this a thousand times; you'd think he'd be used to it. The genius, of course, just sighed as if there was nothing we could do about our baby brother's ridiculous attitude.

Then, suddenly, he froze. Mike, panicking, quickly asked what was wrong. Don looked around, frowning. 'It's not you, Mike, you're fine, really. I just had this strange ominous feeling…' He led us out of the infirmary – Mike hopping on one foot – hands clenching into fists as he prepared for any attacks that may come. But the lair was so quiet that you could've heard a feather fall to the floor.

A slight buzz made itself known at the back of my skull, then pain exploded in my head and everything went black.

O_O Oh dear… here's where it gets interesting…