I do not own any video games, systems or rights. All I have is what came with my computer and a full version of pocket tanks deluxe. But I don't have the rights to them… or the turtles...or Master Splinter.

I was told that the short little chapters were annoying, so let me know if this is better.

Chapter eleven; need a fix

For a moment Mikey stood, pointing at the empty chair with a blank look on his face. Then, one thought slinked into his mind.

He. Needed. His. Game time.

His handheld was missing, probably with Kit wherever she was, but that still left his other systems. The X-box, the PS original, two and three, the Wii and even the classic Nintendo, covered in dust but still good. No there was no need to panic.

"Good morning my sons."

No, it couldn't be that late.

"And how are you this morning?"

Raph looked right at Mikey. "Everything's terrific." He answered cheerfully.

Master Splinter nodded. It was good to see Raphael in such a good mood. Even Donatello was smiling, a good sign that either he was recovering from his need for caffeine or had managed to get some without Kitrian's knowing. Of course there was a slight hint of mischief in his eyes that hinted it was either the latter, or that there was something in the air that Master Splinter was as of yet unaware of.

Michelangelo looked sick. Hopefully his being in Donatello's laboratory was a good sign that he was being cared for.

As Master Splinter sat down in front of the television, the only television in the lair, he was unaware of just how much distress his normally care-free son was under.

Mikey stepped forward as though drawn by some unseen force, then recoiled as if he had been struck.

Mikey.

Needed.

Gamage.

Mikey stepped forward almost without control of himself.

Interrupting Sensei's stories was akin to death.

Mikey recoiled back.

Must.

Have.

Gamage.

He stepped forward once again.

Splinter

HATES

Interruptions.

Mikey stepped back.

Games.

Splinter.

Games.

Splinter.

Games.

DEATH!

With a whimper Mikey ran to his room. Maybe, just maybe he had an old handheld system lying under the junk in his room. Donnie and Raph exchanged grins and watched Mikey's doorway for further activity. Leo had finished with his kata and came into the kitchen, keeping an eye on Mikey's room as well.

Almost five minutes after Mikey had disappeared into his room Klunk came scrambling out, yowling, confused and scared. The ginger cat made it no more than three yards from the door before a thick blanket landed on him; then another one, and a sheet, another sheet, two pillows and a lighter blanket. The poor cat finally managed to scramble out from under the covers. No sooner was Klunk in the kitchen, worrying his fur, than like a dike that had sprung a leak junk started pouring out of Mikey's door.

Comic books, action figures, notebooks, pencils, pens, old broken nunchucku, pictures, a camera, junk food wrappers, junk food, dull shuriken, not so dull shuriken, a lamp, a basket, street clothes, a pipe, a skateboard, a stuffed bear, an old scrap of orange cloth that looked like his old ninja mask, books, a calculator that should have been in Donnie's lab, CD's, a couple CD players, headphones, some ninja smoke pellets that went off after hitting the floor, and even more junk came cascading out of Mikey's room.

Finally the flow of possessions, not all of which were Mikey's, slowed. A yo-yo rolled slowly through the door, coming to a stop when it reached the pile of junk that hardly looked like it could have fit in Mikey's room.

A breath of silence.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A green streak escaped Mikey's room, orange mask tails were pulled too fast to even flap as he dashed to the monitoring area. "MasterSplinterIknowwe'renotsupposedtointeruptyourstoriesbutthisisanemergency!Youknowyou'llseewhathappenswhentheshowgoesintorerunssomaybeIcould-"

Three brothers braced themselves for a wack, a thump, a thwack, anything.

Master Splinter hardly looked up from the television. "My son, you would do well to look before you leap. Your video game consoles have not been here all morning."

Mikey looked to where he normally kept his game systems and felt the blood drain from his face. They were not there. With a squeak he dove at the box he usually stored his games and consoles in, it was not there.

Soon Mikey wandered into the kitchen, his face pale and his eyes wide. "She…she…" He looked in utter shock. With a whimper he sat down on the floor and curled up, rocking back and forth on the ridge of his shell. "My games. She took them. E-e-evil." Leo knelt down next to him and patted Mikey comfortingly on the shoulder.

Leo couldn't really find fault in Kit's 'borrowing' Mikey's video game paraphernalia. He was more than aware of how obsessed with the things his brother had become over the last few months. Perhaps in the end it would turn out for the better, like with Donnie's losing his dependence on caffeine. And Raph certainly approved of the idea; he was trying his darnedest not to start laughing so that the milk from his cereal wouldn't come spraying from his nostrils. As for Donnie, well, Leo didn't want to see what would happen if Mikey made Donnie's headache any worse.

Leo's thoughts were interrupted by a faint sound coming from Mikey. The orange banded turtle was curled up with his face tucked behind his kneepads so Leo couldn't quite recognize the sound. He leaned a little closer.

Thup-thup-thup

It was a sound Leo hadn't heard in more than a decade. It was no wonder it took him a few seconds to place it.

Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup

Mikey was sucking his thumb.