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A week had passed since Mikey had come back with Raph: Mikey was officially over withdrawal (As in he was no longer dependant on the pills and didn't suffer the effects of substance absence), though it wasn't over; without the pills, it appeared he was having personality shifts again.

As of three days ago they had come to Casey's Grandmothers farmhouse, Casey and April were with them, so was Leatherhead (Donnie had talked him into coming – Leatherhead himself had Post-Traumatic problems from being tortured by Bishop, so hopefully he could help Mikey learn how to control his shifting personality).

They hoped that if they went to the Farmhouse things could settle over a little; though, Raph and Mikey still kept space between each other, and Raph knew nothing of Leo and Mikey's relationship. No one was sure how to break the news to Raph so as of yet no one had told him.

Leo currently was returning from a trek in the woods: No one should have been home, Raph, Don and Splinter were training, April and Casey were picking up groceries the next town over and Leatherhead and Mikey were swimming in the river.

The blue-masked turtle entered the farmhouse and saw some items on the living room table that hadn't been there before; a pair of chigiriki, a Jumonji-Yari and a black mask. What was Mikey's stuff doing there? Curiously, Leo searched for his mate around the farmhouse; not in the kitchen, not in the back yard, not in the bedrooms.

Finally, Leo came up to the attic; quietly he snuck up the stairs and peeked from the top step of the stairs. Indeed, Mikey was there. He was lying stretched out on his side in the large, bright patch of sunlight on the floor that the window offered, his shell turned to Leo. He must have been basking. As expected, he was weaponless and wasn't wearing his mask.

A small smile came onto Leo's face; ever since they'd captured him he'd never been this relaxed before, he had always been constantly on edge and high alert. It was nice to see him finally loosen up. He was definitely starting to recover.

A happy churr escaped his mates throat, which brought Leo out of his trance and quietly he snuck up behind the younger turtle. When Leo was close enough he heard a slow and quiet pattern of breathing from the other; he was asleep.

Leo looked over him; Klunk was curled against Mikey's chest, like her owner she was asleep. Mikey had a small smile on his relaxed face; something Leo hadn't seen for so long (Under the guise of Angelo he only went as far as smirking). It made Leo's heart grow warm and expanded through his chest.

The sword-wielder slowly got down into the wide patch of light: the mask less turtle stirred but didn't awake, not even when Leo, lying behind him now, adjusted him to lie in his arms.

Leo pressed the back of Mikey's body against his plastron and allowed his body to loosen up; no wonder Mikey had been lying in the sunlight like this, it felt really good. Soon the warm hands of tiredness gripped his body and he was falling asleep himself.

"I love you, Mikey." Leo whispered and settled the others head in the crook of his neck. Through his sleep Mikey snuggled against his mate.

And they stayed like that, at peace in each others presence. Even with all the past – and future – chaos, in that moment all seemed right in the world, at least to them.

Angelo yawned and opened his eyes; he hadn't slept that comfortably in over a year and now he felt at so much ease. But wait, was someone holding him when he fell asleep?

Instantly, his Aphenphosmphobia (Fear of being touched/fear of physical contact) flared up. He squirmed to escape the grasp, not bothering to look to see who was holding him; he was sure it wasn't Karai.

"Mikey?...What's wrong?" A sleepy voice asked, Angelo realized it was none other than his mate. He was still visibly shaking but he forced himself to not squirm; Leo was safe.

"Leo, when did you get here?" Angelo asked, almost tripping over his words.

"I came back and found you up here; your stuff was in the living room. Why weren't you with Leatherhead?" Leo told him with a yawn; he sat up but brought Angelo up with him, Angelo tried to get comfortable by resting his head against Leo's plastron, reminding himself that there was nothing to be scared of.

"We were swimming in the river – but I got cold, Leatherhead was worried I would catch a fever or something so he sent me back to get warm; I left my mask and weapons on the table because they were wet. I guess I feel asleep here." Angelo answered, careful to keep his voice level.

"Is Leatherhead still swimming?"

"He's a crocodile, Leo; what do you think?" Angelo scoffed playfully and pushed Leo back. That caused Leo to fall back on the floor, pulling Angelo down with him forcing the mask less turtle to fall on him. Klunk woke up and scurried out of the room.

In slight shock they looked at each other in the eye.

Something between them sparked out.

"We're back." Raph called as he re-entered the farmhouse with Don behind him and frowned; where was everyone? Was no one else really there? "Huh, looks like it's just us."

"No, look; those are Mikey's." Donnie said and pointed at the living room table where his black mask and Foot weapons lay.

Raph instantly went mute; Don was still really mad at Raph and extremely over-protective over Mikey; if Raph got so much as 5 yards close to him, Don would take out his Bo staff and slam it in front of Mikey in defense. With his new personality, you would expect him to tell Donnie 'lay off, I can protect myself' but rather he seemed to appreciate it; he was still very anxious around Raph.

Suddenly, an orange blur ran down the stairs from the attic; it was Klunk. Don and Raph then heard a slamming noise from the attic.

Raph was instantly on the offense; he took out his sai's and ran up the stairs to see what was going on, Don followed.

"Raph? Something wrong?" Don asked in concern when he caught up to Raph; who had stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs. Raph was still and silent, in fact he actually dropped his sai's.

Don peeked into the room.

In a nearby corner were Mikey and Leo. Mikey backed up against the corner in a half sitting-up position; he was moaning and his eyes were closed. Leo was between his legs, his arms wrapped around the other turtles body, his mouth and teeth were latched on Mikey's neck. Both were blissfully unaware of their brothers.

Don glanced nervously at Raph; whose eyes were wide as the moon and his jaw almost down to the floor, shock etched on his dark-green features. Don wasn't sure how Raph would react when he came back to his senses; after all, he didn't know about Leo and Mikey being mates. One of the reasons Don found it hard to tell Raph was because he still had feelings for Mikey. So how would Raph take this?

He got his answer rather quickly;

"WHAT THE SHELL? !" Raph roared, Mikey and Leo didn't have enough time to react because Raph charged at Leo and tackled him. That itself was amazing, consitering Raph's arm being broken.

God help Leo, Thought Donnie.

Well now Raph knows, what's next?

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