Splinter studied the pair of panties that his son Raphael had pilfered from Leonardo's room and couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Leo had taken his overprotective nature just a wee bit too far with the human girl they owed. Though the frilly lacy panties in his hand were meant to be enticing (and were even to someone as old as he) yet they looked as if they were made to fit a child.

Which had him wondering how old the young lady was.

However when he asked Donatello, the purple masked turtle had immidiately gone a little bit pale then marched himself right into his lab and closed himself and Mikey in it. Then barrocaded the doors and started laughing like a lunitic.

Splinter's ears had flattened back against his head by this point.

Okay, so it seemed that now he needed to have a much needed conversation with both Leonardo and Donatello. Not to mention the one he needed to have with Raphael about pilfering things that didn't belong to him.

Splinter sighed and sat back, waiting for Leonardo's alarm to go off so that they could talk and found his eyes once again drawn to the frilly lacy panties. What the devil had we gotten themselves into? He wondered as he heard the distant beeping and knew that soon his son would be awake.

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Lily had eaten the soup, but hadn't taken the pills. Some part of her mind recalling the incident from the night before and was reluctant to bother taking pills again. At least unless she could get them for herself.

However that wasn't even the best part of her weird, weird day.

Some might have thought that the best part of her day may have been when she found all of her specially made, lolita type panties, gone. Replaced by cotton panties with little flowers, teddy bears, and strwberries. And thought, What the fuck? What was she a child? She hadn't been a child in over fourteen years.

Not since a man named Bishop had paid her a visit and paid her parents for the luxury of experimenting on her. He'd promised that his experiments would be humane. That she would feel nothing because of her illness. But her illness had been the first thing he'd temporarily corrected. After that everything had gone down hill.

He'd injected her with things. Drilled holes in her bones and skull. Took tissue samples. Blood samples. He'd injected semen into her stomach and gotten her pregnant then forced her to miscarry.

She had resigned herself to live out her days there- an experiment, thinking that no one on the outside had noticed her disappearance or cared. But her grandfather had. He had noticed and despite being over fifty and retired, had pulled rank on Bishop and kicked up a fuss so big that even the president hadn't been unable to ignore it.

She had been released into the care of her parents, whom had been paid by Bishop to 'get rid' of her.

And after the first failed attempt on her life, and a long, long dragged out court battle for custody of her, he had taken the two for a little drive and killed them both. Saying that it was for the best that they died now instead of later since he himself wouldn't live forever.

He'd taught her to lay low after her release from Bishops lab. Mainly because what the man had done had altered her illness somewhat. For the most part she was still immune to pain. In fact she felt nothing but a pleasant tingle whenever she was hurt. But sometimes she would also feel a throbbing sensation where she was wounded.

The throbbing sensation was meant to be a warning of sorts, that she- no, that her body couldn't take much more- but she often ignored it. She thought of it as a bother and would rather keep going until she couldn't think, stand, or crawl anymore.

This was how her grandfather had told her she would die. But he had never really understood that her's was a miserable existance anyways. What did she have to look forward too aside from being shunned and lonely her whole life?

She couldn't have children. Getting and keeping a pet was an impossible task since most of them starved to death before she could remember to feed them. Thank god she'd only gotten gold fish so far. Since she doubted she would have been able to handle burying a bunny, kitten, or puppy.

Shaking her head she pushed the unpleasant memories aside and sighed and picked up the packet of panties laying on her dresser and grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans and headed for the bathroom. She needed to get herself cleaned up so that she could run some errands.

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Donatello sat in his lab in front of his computer, while Mikey tested his legs out to see if he could finally get permission to get up and move around again, his mind going over Splinter's earlier question. How old was Lily Ericson?

Of course Don already knew that she was in her twenties. But because they knew so little about her he felt it might be a good idea to dig a little bit deeper and see what he could find.

He started typing out various things to search on when he heard a yelp and a thud and growled and slowly turned in his chair to look at his younger brother who was sprawled out on the floor face down. Rolling his shoulders in irritation Don said, "Mikey-"

"Yth Dawn."

"You do realise that if you hit your head again so soon that you will die." Don said calmly. His tone at odds with the seething rage building in his chest. If not for the fact that everyone expected him to be the calm tempered one, he would have strangled Mikey long ago.

"Yth. I gow."

"Fantastic. Bow pick yourself up and get back into bed before I break your legs." Don said cheerfully. Mikey pushed himself upright a little bit and glared at him.

"And how would you explain my newly broken legs to Splinter?" Mikey growled out the question, his temper rising.

Don gave him a wide eyed look and suddenly said, "Oh no! Mikey get back into bed before you-" Don slammed one hand down on his computer desk as he let out a distraught almost girly scream then continued on. "Oh my god! Mikey! Stay still-" There was another series of loud bangs that echoed throughout the room and finally Don ended his act. And sat back down with a huff with his arms and legs crossed and looked at Mikey, whom was gaping at him in shock, like he was a bug he'd just love to step on and then growled, "Now stop with the chatty cathy shit and get your ass back into bed."

"You- How can- What the fuck-" Mikey sputtered as Don continued to glare at him before Mikey managed to snarl, "You're such a bastard!"

Don gave him an evil looking smirk and shrugged his shoulders. Like he cared what his brother thought of him. After all it was only because he refused to allow him out of bed before his time that his brother would even survive his injuries.

So to hell with playing nice.

His brother's health was more important.