I just want everyone to know that this fic won't have a lot of Raph's brothers in it till more of the end, but this fic is based on Raph. Thanks!
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"Hey there Mike." Leo said softly to his younger brother as he stumbled into the kitchen later that morning. Leo was hovering over a heating kettle of water, waiting for it to whistle. He let out a low whistle as Mike collasped into a chair and let his head fall into his arms with a groan. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"No." Mikey moaned, the sound muffled in his arms.

"What happened?" Leo asked as the kettle let out the high-pitched whistle he was waiting for. Grabbing a hotpad, he quickly removed it from the heated burner, and let the steel rest on the counter as he turned off the stovetop.

"I got a call." he mumbled.

"From Raph?" Leo turned excitedly. He hadn't seen any of the turtle for awhile...he firgured he was out with Casey.

"Not unless Raph turned into a dog behind our backs."

Disappointed, Leo turned back and fixed his tea before joining Mike at the table. He frowned into his swirl of herb leaves and powdered water. "Did you call Casey and April?"

Mikey nodded faintly. "Twice. Neither of them have seen him for a few days."

Leo looked up as Donatello walked in. His Bo staff was missing from the back of his shell. The purple-banded turtle nodded a greeting before pouring himself a cup of steaming coffee.

"Donny?" Leo didn't even try to mask his hopeful tone.

"I looked Leo..." Don met his brown eyes. "There's nothing. His shell cell is missing and his coat is missing from his room, meaning he went out. He didn't attend the meeting we had so I assume he went missing that morning." His eyes widened and he slapped a hand over his beak, burning under Leo's glare.

"What meeting?" Mikey looked up.

Don ducked his head as Leo cleared his throat. "Nothing Mike...we were just talking about costs and stuff."

"Oh." Burrowing his eye ridges, Mike frowned. "Why wasn't invited?"

Don looked up, trying to appear calm. "Because Mikey. I don't think you really care about Splinter's meds and us keeping up on costs."

"And Raph does?"

Leo chuckled. "He's got you there Donny."

Don thought fast. "He needed to stop wasting so much money on gas for his bike."

"What about my games?" If Mikey could panic, he was about to.

"Your games are free to us Mikey." Don soothed quickly. "I download them all offline."

"I thought that stuff was illegal." Leo starred at Don.

Don shook his head, rolling his eyes. "So is tapping off power from the main power line. So is stealing food. And let's not mention killing..."

Leo held up both hands in mock surrender. "Okay! Okay! I get it."

Don smirked before turning to Mike. "I heard your shell cell...was it Raph?"

"No, it was a dog."

"A dog?" Don said, annoyed. "Mike, this is not a time to joke."

"I'm not joking!"

Leo shook his head. "Don't push it Don."

"I wasn't going too."

"I'm not joking guys!" Mikey protested. "There really was a dog on the phone. Or Raph just sounding like a dog..."

"Right." Leo said dryly. "Like Raph would run away only to call you a few days later, barking and acting like a dog?" He shook his head. "Smooth bro, real smooth."

"Well then, if you don't believe me, who was it?"

"Some kids with the wrong number." Don said calmly. "Mikey, right now, we just need to focus on finding who has Raph."

"You think someone has him Donny?" Leo looked at the purple banded turtle.

Don cringed. "His shell cell has nothing I can track it with and...I know why." From his mouth, he drew forth a ziploc bag filled with small parts from a shell cell.

"There's nothing left to get a signal from." Leo said quietly.


"Easy does it now." Ben said, climbing out of the back from a large, white van. Between him and Rebeca, he had a large stretcher. Strapped down and covered with a white blanket, was a small, gray form.

"Kevin! Get the infirmary ready!" Ben yelled.

Raph's head jerked up from where he was dozing on the front steps. He found that he enjoying dozing in the sun's rays, letting the warmth soak him to the bone.

He quickly moved aside was the young teen boy burst out of the house and towards a small, well-equipped house that they used for emergencies. Raph followed, careful to stay out of the way. Even though he wasn't sniffing the air, the smell of blood was thick and made him shiver in disgust.

As the stretcher went by, his heart went out to the small lump on the cloth. By the size and looks, it was still a young dog, a puppy. It's eyes were closed and it's breath coming in ragged gasps. Blood oozed from a wound on the side as he was rushed in.

Raph could only stay back and watch in silent awe as the family went to work saving the small life. Several stitches and blood transfusions later, the small dog was laying on the steel table, a large white bandage wrapped tightly around his rear leg and stomach.

"Stay with him Houston." Kevin ordered as his parents and him left to go wash their hands. Raph let out a bark, watching the family leave before padding over to the small puppy. His breathing was steadier and more stable - from the way they were talking, he'd make it.

"Hey kid." Raph murmured, placing both both front paws on the table and looking at the small bundle.

"Daddy..."

Raph jerked back. The young pup blinked open tired eyelids and looked around. He strugglred breifly, but had no energy to continue. His terrified and exhausted eyes strayed up to Raph's face.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Raph asked softly, hoping not to startle the poor kid.

"No." He whimpered and shut his eyes tight.

Unsure what to do, Raph nosed him carefuly. "Hey kid, it'll be alright. Kevin and his parents will fix you up nice and good and then they can take ya home."

"I...I don't have a home." The small, pain-filled voice squeezed at Raph's heart, filling him with greif.

"Why not?"

He whimpered. "It's gone. My mom...she was taken by the net-grabbers."

"The net-grabbers?" Raph cocked his head. "Who the shell are they?" he asked as the truth hit him. The people who work for pounds carry around nets and chokers - nabbing strays all over the city. The poor pup had his mom taken by the pound...which most likely meant his mom was....

Swallowing thickly, Raph laid his snout next to the silently grieving puppy, offering what comfort he could. The puppy whimpered quietly, and Raph knew that if dog's could cry, the floor would be soaked as the puppy wept for his mother. "It's okay." he murmured.

"I want my mom!" He wailed, sobbing. "It's not fair! It's not fair." He cried. "Why her...why her...."

The grief went on for several minutes and Raph just stayed there, letting the puppy curl next to him and sob into his fur. The poor puppy had lost his only family to someone who didn't care...and now he was alone in the world, hurt, and no family.

In his heart, he knew what he had to do. "It's okay kid, I'll take care off you." Raph said gently. "What's your name?"

The puppy looked up at him, and for the first time, Raph could really see his eyes. They were a deep, sky blue. "Mikey."


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