(SO SORRY I haven't updated in forever! My computer broke!)

To my dearest love,

No, that sounded too formal. Mikey wanted the letter to be sweet and meaningful, and hopefully his dearest would enjoy. But "to my dearest love"? Who was he writing? Juliet?

Mikey crumbled yet another piece of paper and squinted. Why was this so complicated?

"What are you doing, Mike?" Raph questioned, looking up from polishing his Sai. "Who are you writing?"

"I-Ice Cream Kitty.." He lied, laughing nervously, and crumbled the paper. God, the drugs were messing with his brain. He didn't love Raphael. But he couldn't tell him that or he'd be in bigger trouble, like..

Raph leaned over and kissed his cheek lovingly, his now dark green eyes looking him down. "Why don't you go inside and prepare dinner?"

"Oh! Yeah, of course." He stood up and smiled, crying on the inside. Dinner meant almost night.

"Have Leo or Donnie called today?" Raph asked, taking the notepad from Mikey and inspecting it closely.

"No Raphael, not since last Tuesday."

"Good. Don't need them much anyway. I'm going for a walk."

He leaned in for a kiss that Mikey gave him.

Mikey then went inside, watching him disappear into the forest. For a few minutes he was okay. Big tears started sliding down his cheeks. God, he was so afraid. He hiccuped and glanced towards the phone. Now or never...

But what would he tell them at home? It was pointless, his mind told him, and he went back to preparing dinner, with a small smile. Forced.

Don't think like that Mikey. Raph is going to be back soon. Maybe after dinner he'll let you call home. And maybe soon Raph will take you back home. Everything is going to be great once you get back.

Mikey wiped his eyes and finished the meal. They'd been at the farm for two weeks. Everything was great at first, until..

"I'm back." Raph announced. Mikey forced another smile, pretending he was glad to see him. "I missed you."

Yes, he missed him. He missed Raphael, but this wasn't Raphael, this was..

Raphael was always more gentle around this time of day. He quietly sat down at the table, and Mikey served him.

"Raph, when are we going home?" He asked, like he did at every meal.

"Oh, a few more days maybe." Raph said, as usual. "Now finish eating so we can go to bed." Mikey ate a few bites.

"Raph."

Raph consumed everything on his plate and didn't pay attention.

"Raph.."

"What?" He finally answered.

"I don't feel well.. can we not tonight.." Mikey closed his legs and eyes.

"I suppose. You do seem tired, love."

"Exhausted actually." Mikey eyed the phone. "Can I call them?"

"Yeah. Three minutes."

"Can I sit upstairs and talk?" Mikey pressed. He knew.

"No, right here is fine.."

"Right. Thank you Raph." He dialed Donnie's number.

"Hello?"

"H-hi Donnie!" He tried to sound cheerful. Like nothing was wrong.

Something knocked over outside and Raph went to check it out. Donnie was babbling about something. This was Mikey's only chance.

"Help." He said quietly, eyes filling with tears.

"And I- wait, what..?"

"Help me.." He whispered, hanging up.