A/N: This one didn't quite turn out like I wanted it to, but at least I managed to wrestle it to the point where I'm satisfied. Through this I've realized that for some odd reason Mikey/Leo and Don/Raph stuff seems to come more willingly to me than other stuff, not sure why. :/ I may also have stretched the definition of 'drabble' a little (drabbles are 500 words or less ya?) but oh well, c'est la vie. Also, I'm just gunna say that I have a tendency to reply to reviews with at least: 'Thanks! Glad you liked it!' or something along those lines and I'm guessing I'm starting to annoy people (oops!). So, from this point on, if I don't respond just assume that okay? :3
3/3 Raph/Leo stuffs! Okay, enough blabbing from me.
Disclaimer: I've said it before…and I'll say it again…I don't own the turtles.
"Time for bed Fearless."
"You're telling me to go to bed?" Leo asks tiredly, the corner of his mouth curling up in an amused smirk, "I'm fine here Raph."
"Yer gunna fall flat on yer face."
"Then you'll get a laugh out of it won't you?" Leo mumbles lightly, his eyelids already shutting again. Raphael rolls his eyes, hiding his smirk. He'd come in here to check up on Donny before he hit the sack himself. His little bro had gotten hurt the other day - nothing bad, but enough to be stuck in the infirmary part of his lab for a couple of days by decree of Master Splinter. When he came in he'd spotted Leo in a chair by the door, almost literally falling out of it he was leaning forward so far. Geez, how long has he been in here? He remembers thinking. Fearless is still leaning forward – just not nearly as far – elbow braced against his knee and his hand propping up his head looking as though he should have been in bed hours ago, which he probably should have.
"Ya," the red masked turtle replies, "and then you'll be barkin' at me fer bein' witness. Come on, bed."
"No, really Raph, I'm fine right here." He doesn't sound or look very convincing.
"Right, cuz that metal chair is so comfy."
"It can be very comfortable," Leo slurs, "and you know it. Why do you think all of Donny's chairs are made of metal?" Raph snorts, Donny's chairs are made of metal because that's what he could get his hands on at the time and where he could he'd cushion them somehow. Leo knows that of course, but that isn't the point. Leo's more fun when dead tired, not that he gets to that point very often, but when he does he's much more laid back, much easier to joke around with and usually really needs a bed.
Raph shakes his head in amusement and goes to check on Donny like he'd originally meant to do. If Leo wanted to be stubborn then fine, let his face get acquainted with the floor. Raph can haul his ass back up while he laughs and says 'I told you so'. When he turns back around he almost gets to – Leo's just about to fall off his chair again.
"Leo." Raph calls, smirking when his older brother jolts upright and blinks a couple times.
"Hm?"
Just to see what he'll say the red masked turtle says, "Time to get yer ass in bed bro."
"You get your ass in bed." Leo replies in a tone that is impossible for Raphael to take seriously, "My ass is just fine."
Geez, at this point Raphael is pretty sure he could easily just drag Leonardo's butt to bed. The turtle smothers the grin that wanted to split his face and gets his brother to his feet.
"Come on."
"Nope." Raph starts shaking his head but stops when he notices where Leo's looking.
"He ain't goin' anywhere Fearless," he says seriously, "and Master Splinter said he'd be fine, so its bed time for sleepy turtles."
"Mmm." Leo hums, placing his head on the larger turtle's shoulder. Raph rolls his eyes again but can't help the smirk that's tugging at the side of his mouth. He grabs Leo's arm and drapes it around his shoulders, wrapping his own around his brother's shell and starts out of the room. Just as easily as he thought it would be, Raph gets the leader to bed and decides to head back to the lab.
"Our brother's an idiot Don." He sighs once he enters the room. Donatello doesn't reply of course, he's still asleep, but that doesn't deter him any. The red masked turtle grabs a chair, replacing the one Leo had been using, and arranges himself comfortably within it. It's probably going to be a long night and he could at least grab a nap in one of the cushioned seats.