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Kit is mine.

Chapter Sixteen; Delirium Tremens

"RAAH!" Raph leapt and just barely caught Kit by the back of her gi.

"Hold her down!" Mikey yelled, throwing himself down over her tail and legs while Raph held down her arms.

"OW! HEY! MIKEY YOU"RE BREAKING MY LEGS!" Kit shouted, she usually had a pretty high tolerance for pain, but one hundred and sixty pounds of turtle crashing down on her shins and knees was a little too much.

"DON! DONNIE WE GOT HER!" Raph bellowed. He moved so the he was above Kit's head leaning over her to put his weight on her arms and Mikey continued to crush her legs.

"Don't let her go!" Donnie shouted from his lab.

"IGNORE HIM! LET ME GO!" Kit was struggling as much as possible against the two large ninja.

"I'm here!" Donnie came running across the lair. He was wearing a lab coat and some weird version of his goggles that Kit found rather creepy. "Alright, where is the specimen?"

Kit glared up at him, "Donnie, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing to concern yourself with." Donnie told her, then promptly forgot she was there. "Do you have a firm hold on the specimen?"

"Oh yeah." Raph's expression was pure, evil joy.

"Check." Mikey couldn't exactly pull off evil, but he gave it his best shot. Donnie nodded and leaned over Kit, studying her closely. Finally he nodded to himself and reached into his lab jacket.

"Don? What are you doing? Donnie?!" The turtle pulled out a large handsaw. "What the?! LEO! LEOLEOLEO!" Donnie knelt down beside Kit and placed one hand over her face to hold her head still as he angled the saw over her skull. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!"

"KIT! Wake up!"

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAUOUCH!" Kit sat up so quickly she banged into a very concerned, and now pained, Leonardo. "Leo! Leo, I'm sorry!" She was fighting both guilt at having hurt him, and laughter seeing him lying stunned on his shell. When Kit had jerked awake her head had collided with Leo. Fortunately for her she had only hit her forehead; unfortunately for Leo she had hit him in the face.

They were currently in Kit's secret hiding place. It was an abandoned rest stop that Kit had lived in when she first came to New York. All the guys were aware of its existence, but only Leo knew exactly where it was. This made it the perfect hiding spot for her while the others were out for her blood. Leo had come to check on her, bring her food and update her on her chances for survival should she choose to return to the lair.

"It's no problem." Leo managed as he sat up. He kept one hand firmly planted over one of the hole in his mask. "Uh, nightmare?" He asked. Although he appeared unfazed by the blow, other than covering his eye, his uncovered eye watered slightly.

"Uh, yeah." Kit shoved the blanket of her bedroll off and put a hand on Leo's wrist to pull it away from his face. He resisted. "It was stupid really, something about Donnie going mad scientist, psycho inventor on me." She pulled harder on his hand, he resisted. Leo was never a good patient, especially if he happened to get injured in a less than heroic manner.

"So, are you okay?" He asked, his concern was genuine, but somewhat out of place considering the silent battle he and Kit were having over the hand covering his eye. Kit shot him a look that could put the fear of God in normal humans; it barely convinced Leo to let her move his hand.

"I'm fine, Donnie frequently goes loony in my nightmares." Kit glanced nervously from Leo's red, watery eye to his good, watery eye, "I don't have a nasty scar across my forehead or a steel cap or anything; right?"

"Not that I can tell." Leo assured her. He didn't miss the slight shift of her shoulders as she let loose a silent breath of relief.

After assuring herself that she hadn't rendered Leo partially blind Kit sat back on the bedroll, "You know, maybe it's time I gave Mikey and Raph their stuff back." She said reluctantly. "I mean, it's starting to be a matter of self preservation."

Leo wiped at his eye and shook his head, "Maybe not. Raph and Mikey are starting to show improvement. Mikey's working on his art and writing more, he's training more seriously and Raph is actually socializing…when he isn't working his punching bag over." Leo chuckled, "This afternoon they even got together and…um…you don't want to hear about that. So! How have you been lately?"

Kit frowned at the attempt to change the subject. "Bored out of my wits. Raph and Mike did what?"

Leo shrugged, he stood up and distracted himself by looking around the rest area. "Nothing really, Mikey just gave Raph a few painting tips." He suddenly seemed very interested in a crack in the wall.

His attempts to evade answering fully were not appriciated. Kit quickly stood up and started tailing Leo. "What are you not telling me?"

"Does this look like it's structural?" Leo asked, running a finger along the crack.

"No." Kit grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, "What did Raph and Mike do?"

"Nothing!" Leo insisted.

Although she was shorter than Leo and built on the slender side of skinny there was something intimidating about having an angry black mutant cat glaring at a person. "They did something to my bible didn't they? I swear Leo if they touched that you will lose two members of your family!"

"NO! They didn't mess with anything in your room they just painted…the…" Leo started to defend his brothers but slowed near the end.

"Painted what?" Kit asked curiously; not as threatening as before.

"Raph's punching bag." Leo answered plainly.

Kit nodded, "They painted me on Raph's bag right?" She guessed. Leo nodded. "And you said Raph had been working his bag lately right?" More nodding. Kit sighed and headed back to her bedroll, "On second thought, maybe I should stay away from the lair for another few days…or months."

Don't worry, I still plan to get Leo, but he's being so nice I have to let him alone for a little while longer.

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