I have said it before but I was wrong, Jane's apartment bathroom was not hell, this lair is. She must think I am absolute scum. I bet you she wouldn't even talk to me now if I somehow managed to give my brothers the slip and see her for a few minutes. Cause why should she, you know? I'm just the lying mutant scum bag that is completely and totally irrevocably in love with her.

They know I'm lying about what happened to me too. Well at least Master Splinter does anyway, I hate to lie to him but what else could I do? I can't risk being told to never see her again; just thinking about that makes my heart feel like breaking.

"Mikey, it's time for me to check your wounds."

"Ok Donnie." Bah. Don't you of all turtles understand Donnie? The real wound is not in my leg or my arm; it goes much deeper then that. My heart has been pierced and bleeding this whole week and there is no way anything you do or say will stop it. No not even those not so subtlety hidden comic books that you keep accidentally leaving around my room in hopes of tempting me out of , how did Raph put it? Oh yeah, 'funk'.

I haven't left this room since the night I came back here after spending the day with my most wonderful Lady. I knew I'd be in for it when I finally came back but damn, I underestimated. And Splinter knew. I know he didn't say anything out loud, and I have refused to see him since then but I knew he knew. That's why he has forbidden me to leave the lair alone. Or really at right now, claims my leg needs to rest and heal; and that none of us should ever go up top alone. And really I understand where he's coming from. He's after all despite his excess mount of hair, our father. It's like his job to watch after us, and make sure that we don't go running off doing something crazy and get killed. Really I understand, but still...

"Michelangelo! Come down here at once!" Hey don't look at me like that Donnie-boy, I don't know what I've done either. Master Splinter has respected my need for distance all week long, I have no clue why he's calling me down now—especially like that.

Oh. OH. Dear Lord I think I died up there in my room. I can't think of any other reason why Leo would be holding my darling Jane—who is unconscious!?

"What happened to her!?" I demand to know! Was she like this when you found her, did you rescue her? Will she like you better then she liked me?! Damn this gimpy leg I can't limp fast enough to her!

"Michelangelo. What is the meaning of this?" Ah. Yes. Leo? Care to help me out here buddy-old pal? After all you're the one holding the love of my life like she's a wet towel.

"She had this on her, said it needed to be given to Michelangelo. She said it was really important, here you take it Donnie."

What!? You mean you talked to her Leo!? She talked to you, you talked to her; there was conversation?! I need to know how exactly this took place.

"But how is she unconscious then if you two talked?" That's right ease the information out of him, find out what exactly was said without sounding to eager—or jealous for that matter.

"She was down in the eastern tunnels, about a mile off. I didn't know if she was a threat so I was just going to scare her back up top; but then she said your name. Said that we were in danger and gave me that disc." That answers little to nothing dear brother; let's try again.

"So she got knocked-out how now?" Come on Leo you're obviously not telling me some part of this; what did you decide to dib her? Cause I already have and damn it if I won't fight you for her.

"I knocked her out before bringing her here."

You what!? YOU knocked her out!? Oh dear Lord! This cannot be happening; what am I going to say when she regains consciousness? Hi, How are you, welcome to my home, by the way this is my older Brother Leo; he knocked you unconscious AFTER he tried to scare the crap out of you—on purpose.

"Michelangelo, explanations now." Yeah I know I'm trying to think of some good ones but—oh. You mean for the family don't you Master Splinter; yeah I guess that would make more sense then what I was going off of...

"First could you please go put her down in my room Leo." And don't give me that squirrelly eye mister. You know very well that it isn't like that—although not for lack of wanting. I just don't want her to be uncomfortable...or to wake up in your arms.

"Wow Mikey, never knew ya had it in ya."

"It's not like that Raph." Really it's not, and please stop smiling at me like that no, don't leer at me either. It's really very different then what you're thinking, I swear.

"Well then Michelangelo explain to us what exactly 'it' is like..." I guess this is it then. I have to face the music; gawd I just hope she will still speak to me after this.