Pairings: Alexa/Michael

A/N: Okay, so I'm not going to update either story all that much, now that school will start to be a problem. I will probably update on weekends or on days I don't have school. Anyway, this is the chapter where it's Winter Break. This is also the last chapter that does not include Michael, if you were wondering when he comes in.

Chapter 7: Winter Break

POV: Raph's

I blinked my eyes a bit as I heard the woman who had watched over us squeal rather loudly. I looked around the room and saw that she was looking out the window. I really wish I could ask her what she was doing, because it feels pretty early. I don't like being woken up early.

My baby brother, Donatello, also sat up with me, probably wondering the same thing. What was she doing? She's really starting to annoy me.

When she saw us looking at her weirdly, she skipped over to the box that we all slept in. To be honest, the box was getting too small for all of us. I just couldn't complain because I couldn't talk.

She crouched down by us. "It's snowing!" she sang, a wide smile on her face. Donatello's face brightened.

I raised my eyebrows. What the heck is snow? She saw my confused expression and she lifted me up in her arms, despite how much I tried to break free. She carried me over to the window and let me look out. I saw the little white spots falling from the sky. My eyes widened as I pressed my face and hands to the glass. Cool! I pointed out the window, looking back at her. She smiled.

"Of course we get to go play in it! That's my favorite part of Winter Break!" she said with delight. I smiled in response. We get to go play in it! How cool is that?!

She set me down by the box and woke up Leonardo and Michelangelo. They weren't too happy with the intrusion in their sleep, but when she showed them the snow, they were both really excited, just like I was.

"Hey, Donatello, don't you want to see?" she asked the brother in question. He had seemed excited just at the mention of snow that she hadn't had to show him the snow to make him excited. He nodded a little eagerly. Hey, maybe everything she mentioned was fun to Donatello.

She picked him up with a wide smile when he didn't put up a fight. She carried him to the window and he glanced outside for a while, watching the snow fall. Then she brought him back to the box.

"Okay, I need to go get you jackets. I'm sure I still have a few. I mean, snow can get really cold and since you four are cold-blooded, snow and you guys might not mix unless you have jackets on," she told us and disappeared. We all watched her leave.

She came back and pulled Donatello out of the box first. We watched her pull something onto Donatello and he giggled a bit. She zipped it up and wrapped something around his neck. "Are you warm, Donatello?" she asked him. He nodded eagerly as she put something on his head and put things on his hands. I watched, confused.

She did the same thing to each of us and I had to admit, I did feel warm in everything she put me in. Then she led all of us outside, carrying Donatello and Michelangelo outside, since me and Leonardo could walk by ourselves. I couldn't wait to go outside and play in the snow. It looked like a lot of fun.

The minute we were outside, I jumped into a pile of snow. I popped my head out, laughing. She smiled as she set Donatello and Michelangelo down on the ground and she crouched down. Then she began gathering snow in her hands.

I watched her closely and suddenly a ball of snow came whizzing at me from the other direction. I barely caught a glimpse of Leonardo before he ducked behind a pile of snow. I got the same idea and began gathering snow in my hands, too, glad they were covered because the snow was cold on my feet and legs. I threw it at Leonardo just as he had started running for another snow pile with a ball of snow in his hands. I got him right in the shell. He whined and then we were both attacked with a snow ball.

We both looked over at the three. The woman pointed at Donatello, who looked up at her, shocked. Leonardo and I looked at each other before coming to an agreement. We both threw a snowball at her, despite how much she tried to accuse our baby brother. But, those snowballs flying at us were wicked fast. There was no way he had thrown them at us. And at the same time, too. I had caught on fast that she is good at doing more than one thing at once.

Michelangelo started to eat the snow after a while and Donatello just sat there and watched it snow. I noticed how Michelangelo was crawling around, avoiding the snowballs fly between me, Leonardo, and the woman.

After about an hour, me and Leonardo got tired. She looked over us as we all went back up the stairs.

I knew what she was doing when she led us into the bathroom. Bath time! My brothers and I love bath time because it's just so much fun.

She set each of us in the hot water after she took off our things. But, she held Donatello up, looking him over.

"Hey, Donatello, your toes look blue," she told him. He looked down at where he was wiggling his toes. They sort of did. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, spazzing his arms and legs around. He must be getting squirmy.

"Are you sure? You're not cold or anything?" she questioned.

He nodded. She sighed and put him in the water. "I'll be watching you, Donatello. Because normally when humans' skin turn blue, it means they're really cold. I'm not sure if it's the same way for turtles, but I'm not taking chances," she sighed.

After bath time, she put us all down for our naps. I sure hope she'll let us go back outside again. That was so much fun.

A few days later, she came back into the house after being gone for an hour or so. She had a big grin on her face as she ran upstairs, hiding whatever she had behind her back. Oh, well. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. I've noticed how she doesn't keep secrets from us for long.

The next day, she woke us up really early. I was not pleased with this. I glared at her as I gained consciousness. "Today's Christmas, the second-best thing of Winter Break compared to snow!" she told us when we were all awake. What's Christmas?

She took us all downstairs and sat us down on the couch. Then she handed us each a box. We all looked up at her in confusion. Is this what she had hidden the day before?

"Well, open them," she said and sat down on the table in front of the couch. Michelangelo instantly began tearing at the box, trying to open it. I noticed how each box was a different color. Michelangelo's box was orange, mine was red, Donatello's was purple, and Leo's was blue. How odd.

Michelangelo pulled something out of his box. It looked funny. He looked up at her. "Okay, Michelangelo. So you seem to be more of the creative person, so I thought you'd like something to build with," she explained. He nodded and looked down at his new toy.

I opened mine next and pulled out a really cool looking car. I grinned up at her. "I had a feeling you'd like it," she chuckled.

Leonardo went next and pulled out a book. She had read books to us before. Most boring things in the world. He smiled. "I'll make sure to read it to you soon, Leonardo," she said.

Last but not least, Donatello's turn. He pulled out a blanket. It was white, no pattern, nothing. But it looked soft. "Okay, so I'm not quite sure what your guys' favorite colors are, but I do know that you guys love these really fuzzy blankets, you especially, Donatello. That's why there isn't any color on it. I was afraid of getting you the wrong color and you end up not wanting to use it," she murmured, brushing her fingers over Donatello's head, getting Donatello to nudge his head against her hand with a soft smile. "I thought you might all like your presents."

We all jumped up and gave her a big hug. They were awesome presents. She couldn't have gotten us better presents. She smiled at us and hugged us back. "Thanks for liking them," she murmured as she pulled back. Then she smiled again. "Merry Christmas, you guys!" We all smiled in response. Christmas would probably always be my favorite holiday. Free presents!

A/N: Sorry the last two chapters have been short. I thought they should be part of the story, but I didn't feel like writing them. Also, I'm not very good at writing really sad things or from Raph's point of view. But, I promise the next one will be longer. The next chapter will include Michael, and it should be much longer than this one and the chapter before.