A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed.
"Why aren't there any races, nowadays?" Trek asked as he walked around the garage.
Donatello's hand appeared from underneath a car and picked up a wrench. "Blame Bishop, or Raph, or any of the agents for that matter," he said. "Ever since Leo was 'killed' the island became a nesting ground for cops. More people were sucked into the Watch Tower faster than they were brought to Speedway."
Leonardo fiddled with a screwdriver that sat on Donatello's work bench. He looked around at the cars. He longed to be back behind the wheel of his Ferrari. He missed being Wave. In a sudden burst of irrational anger, he threw the screwdriver at the wall. Hearing the noise, Donatello emerged from the underside of the car. He was about to yell at Leonardo when a *thud* echoed throughout the garage. The three young men turned towards the middle of the garage. The floor slid back while a platform moved up. Leonardo's eyes lit up when he saw what was on the platform. He rushed over and yanked off the tarp, revealing the wave painted Ferrari.
"Dude," Trek breathed.
Donatello stood up and stared at the car as if he was seeing it for the first time. "Slick told me they turned it into scrap metal," he said.
Leonardo ran his hand over the hood of the car. "No one comes within ten feet of this car," Summers warned. "Anyone outside our group touches this car they'll be out cold in ten seconds flat."
"Leo, buddy," Trek spoke up. "Can we go for a drive?"
Leonardo smirked, setting Donatello on edge.
"No," O'Connell voiced. "Leo, no. You'll have the cops after you in no time if you go out in that."
"Ya scared, Donny-boy?" Leonardo asked.
"Leo, you're a dead man, remember?"
"Exactly," Leonardo pointed out. "What better way to get Mikey's attention? He always did have a weird liking for ghost stories and horror movies."
Trek chuckled evilly. Donatello shook his head.
"I have a bad feeling about this," he muttered.
It had been a while since he had watched a horror movie. And now he saw why. Michelangelo looked at the flickering screen that housed an old black-and-white horror film. The volume was on mute, for obvious reasons, and it was all he could do not to groan in boredom. It was at that moment his phone decided to ring. Turning off the TV, Michelangelo got up and went to answer the phone.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, Mikey."
"Don? Why are you calling at this hour?" Michelangelo asked.
"I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out," Donatello replied.
Michelangelo frowned. "What's going on?"
"What makes you think that? I can't hang out with a friend? Anyway, meet me at my apartment."
Before Michelangelo could say another word, Donatello hung up, leaving no room for an argument. Sighing, he hung up, grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. A few blocks down the road, the infamous Ferrari sat waiting in the shadows. Leonardo sat behind the wheel with Trek in the passenger's seat. Natalia and Lyle were in the back, ready to pounce at the signal. Finally, their target came out of the building and began walking towards Donatello's apartment building. Leonardo turned on the car and slowly drove forward. The others were giddy with excitement.
"Leo, I don't know what happened to you while you were here, but I like it," Natalia whispered.
Leonardo stopped the car, put it in park and turned off the engine. Michelangelo was just looking over his shoulder when the lights went out. It was all they could do not to burst out laughing. This was just too much fun. Michelangelo began walking again and the Ferrari gently drifted forward. What made it even better was that it was a foggy night. The classic horror movie scenario.
"Guys, keep quiet," Leonardo whispered.
Once again, Michelangelo turned around and the car went silent. He took out his cell phone and dialed Donatello's number. After four rings someone picked up.
"Hola."
"Donny, you didn't build a ghost car by any chance, did you?"
Donatello smiled, trying to keep himself from laughing. "No," he answered. "Why?" Though he already knew the reason.
"Are you trying to scare me?" Michelangelo demanded.
"Mikey, I didn't build a ghost car," Donatello insisted. "Now, stop whining and get over here." He looked up at Slick who just rolled his eyes.
Michelangelo snapped the phone shut and continued on his way. Leonardo motioned for Natalia and Lyle to get ready. As the car pulled up a few feet behind Michelangelo, they got out and snuck up behind him. By the time he realized what was going on, Michelangelo was already gagged and blindfolded and shoved into the back of the car. Leonardo drove off.
"Mission accomplished," Lyle said, high fiving Natalia.
Michelangelo grunted as he was dropped on to the couch. The hood was pulled off his head. He blinked up at the people standing over him. He recognized Donatello and Slick first. Then, his eyes fell on someone that he knew couldn't be there, unless...
"Ghost!" he screamed through the gag.
Everyone burst out laughing. Slick untied Michelangelo while trying to keep his laughter under control. Michelangelo scrambled off the couch and away from the group.
"What's wrong, Mike?" Leonardo asked. "Watch too many horror movies?"
"I haven't watched a horror movie in over a year," Michelangelo declared.
Leonardo gave him an amused look. "Really? Then, why are you looking at me like I'm Dracula?"
Donatello walked over and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's okay, Mikey. It's really Leo."
Michelangelo pushed Donatello away. "No. It's not Leo," he spat. "Leo's dead. I heard the gun shot. I saw Casey put him in the back of his truck." His blue eyes filled with tears. "This is a cruel joke, Donatello." He stormed for the door.
"Mikey, wait."
Leonardo grabbed his arm. Michelangelo turned around and the two locked eyes.
"Please believe me," Leonardo begged. "I'm the same Leonardo you knew a year ago. Don't you remember? You taught me how to play video games and how to surf. You were the first one I met when I arrived here. Do you really not remember?"
Michelangelo turned away, tears silently falling from his eyes. "Raphael was right," he said. "The past is a pain."
And with that, he jerked his arm out of Leonardo's grip and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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