"What are you drawing?" April asks.

Spike stares down at her sketchbook in surprise.

April leans over her shoulder. "Is that Michelangelo with a drum set?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so." Spike shakes her head at her own art. "I dunno, I just started drawing and this just….happened."

"Us in a band just happened?" April asks bemusedly.

"Yeah."

"How good do you think Leonardo really is on the guitar?" April teases.

Spike pushes at her. "You're hilarious."

"You take walks an awful lot," April comments.

"Yeah." Spike closes her sketch pad. "I'm going to bed, okay?"

April gives her a concerned look. "You'd tell me if anything was wrong, right?"

"Yeah."

~Danger Deals a Blow~

She thought it was odd that he was the first one to die.

Spike dove for Raphael, catching him before he hit the ground. Shredder stood over them, laughing, his knives drenched in blood.

She didn't know where she was. Shredder looked different.

Raphael looked different. Smaller. Darker green skin.

She wiped the trickle of blood away from his mouth. "No. Stay with me, Raph. C'mon, don't leave me….."

Leonardo was at her shoulder, the same shade as Raphael. Almost identical.

"Is he-"

Spike closed her eyes. "I don't know."

Donatello looked up at her. "He's not going to make it," he said softly.

Spike froze.

Not Raphael. He was always the strongest, he was brave, he couldn't die. He was indestructible.

And yet he was bleeding out right in front of her.

"Sarah," he said softly. He coughed. "Don't cry."

Spike shoved angrily at the tears. "You're going to live. You're going to survive, you have to. Listen to me. You'll be fine."

It didn't matter.

He was already gone.

~Danger Deals a Blow~

"NO!"

Spike sits up drenched in sweat. She stares at the wall in front of her, gathering her knees up to her chest.

It's alright, you're fine, she tells herself. He's fine.

She glances at the clock. 3:00 AM.

She stands and flicks on her light. Around her, hung on the walls, are each and every picture she received for her birthday by the turtles.

Spike runs her hand over one Raphael drew. It was her, back when she had long hair. She looked slightly amused.

He's alright.

She sits back on her bed. I'm tired of nightmares.

What do I fear the most?

Failure, rejection, and losing the ones I care about.

She squeezes her eyes closed.

And she doesn't go back to sleep.

Thank you for reading! Also, the dream she had was set in the 2003 universe, by the way! Please leave a review!