Chapter 10

The next morning I awoke to sleeping in a bed. How the hell? I thought to myself as I saw Mikey sleeping next to me, his face angelic. I caressed his face with my good hand and he whimpered in his sleep. I chuckled lightly, hearing him whimper again. I slid out of bed, with minimal pain from my torso, but every now and then the pain would send daggers of red hot pain through my chest and stomach.

I cautiously made my way to the door, where I was met by Leo.

"Sneaking out?" Leo asked in that pretentious way of his.

"No, Dad, I was actually going to the kitchen to make myself some food." I explained.

"Leo, cut her a break," Don said, coming out of his room. I shot him a grateful look, which he returned. Leo reluctantly let me go. Suddenly Mike appeared in his doorway looking disoriented.

"Dudes! I've lost Ele! Do you know where she is?" he asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I giggled softly. Mike seemed to focus more coherently on the scene before him, and noticed me for the first time. "Babe, don't do that! You almost gave me a premature heart attack." He scolded me before kissing me quickly and softly.

"Mike, I told you that I feel fine now. It is bugging me that my arm is broken, but Don says that the cast needs to stay there for a few more weeks. So don't worry ok?" I told Mike with a pout. "Anyway, I need to go back to my house now. The construction workers told me that it is apparently all done. I mean it has been three weeks since I met you, so I could imagine that my house is finished." Mike pouted.

"Can't you stay for a while longer?" he pleaded with me. By now Raphael had joined our little group on the second floor.

"No!"

"Please, sweetheart? For me? Your bestest turtle in the world? And your favorite?" Mike continued to plead his case with me.

"Ok, I said no and no means NO! Second of all I never said that you were my favorite," I told Mike with a smirk.

"Come on! I mean I am your boyfriend so I must be your favorite." Mike told me incredulously.

"Nope. Let's face it Mike. Raph is my favorite turtle," I told him winking at him. He smirked in my direction. "Then Leo, then third is Donnie. But Donnie and Leo might have a tie. I mean think of all that Don's done for me. Yup, definite tie and definitely last and my least favorite turtle is drum roll please you!" I finished beginning to laugh. The rest of Mikes brothers all laughed at the look on Mike's face.

"Fine, be that way," Mike said with a hurt expression on his face.

"Mikey, baby, I was joking," I told him, thinking that maybe Mikey did not know that I was joking.

"No. You've made it clear who is your favorite so all of you won't get my famous breakfast," Mike said beginning to walk away. Immediately I was on my knees and hugged his legs.

"NO!" I wailed. "I can't live without your famous pancakes! Please Mike!" I pretended to cry and hugged his legs harder.

"I guess, but only if you promise me something . . ." Mike trailed off, looking down at me.

"What's that? I'll do anything," Mike smirked knowing that he held the cards.

"Anything?" He repeated looking at me.

"Yes anything," I told him, fake tears brimming in my eyes, threatening to well over.

"I want a weeks worth of massages," Mike began.

"Done," I told him quickly letting a few more tears shed.

"And. . . You will be my personal slave for the next two days," Mike said.

"Fine. But don't expect me to carry you or anything or use my useless arm," I told him.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't expect you to do anything like that," Mike said with a kingliness aura.

"Good."

"Now first of all, you will address me as love, or your Personal King of all beings and your favorite turtle. I will not respond to any other name, and you will get more things to do if you do not address me correctly." I bowed my head.

"Fine, love," I opted for the lesser of the two names. At least this name was easier to say than the king of all what a whatta and hubbity hubloah! I couldn't remember that long name.

"Now help me with breakfast!" he commanded, as I obediently followed him, playing the part of a kings slave realistically. His brothers chuckled and followed us. The next two days never seemed so long. And then on the third day I went back home.

Author's note. Thank Nestle's morsels for my continuation of this story so fast! And there will only be about 5-6 more chapters left. Sorry for the cliff hanger but I will begin work on the next chapter right away and see if I can't finish this next chapter within the next hour.

Thank you to all my fans! I appreciate the kind remarks. Thank you. And please PM me if you wish for a sequel!

Disclaimer: I am STILL trying to figure out a way to let Laird and Eastman allow me to have part ownership of TMNT. So far not looking so good, so please wait on baited breath! And no Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello will I allow you type the next chapter. Sorry. Must go! Crash.

"Wasn't me!" I hear from the next room. Uh huh.

"I don't have insurance on that Ming vase! Please tell me that wasn't what you broke."

"Uhhhh . . ."