I found out something I was missing…Raph's accent. Not from the North soooo I kinda didn't know how to type it. But I'll be sure to add it now, and update all earlier posts with the accent.

I silently watched Don roll in…whatever it was. Mikey was dawdling close behind, being Mikey. I sighed and turned around on the couch. I was bored. You get rather tired of TV when Mikey bursts in every time you turn it on begging to watch this or that. Mostly because Don told Mikey to let me have control of the TV since I was placed on the couch to be watched. I had a feeling it had more to do with my strange change in attitude than anything.

Donnie wouldn't let me get up either. I felt a lot better, the cut still stung a little, but I was banned from moving apparently. He said he found that I had a fever in the night and a cut on the back of my foot. I worried if I had talked in my sleep.

I laid back against the couch. My head still slightly burned, but it was a lot better than last night.

"Raphael," I looked over at the sound of Master Splinter's voice. He approached me with a cup of tea. "Drink this, it will help," He handed me the cup.

"Thanks, Masta Splinta," I nodded, taking the cup. "S'cold," I commented absentmindedly. Splinter usually made hot tea.

"Your brother, Donatello, said cold liquids would be better for your fever," he explained mildly.

I nodded taking a sip. Master Splinter watched me take a few more swallows. He glanced at Leo who was still practicing in the dojo, and walked over to him probably to offer a comment on structure or technique.

I drank the rest of the cooled tea. It tasted pretty good. Not as good as the iced tea April brought back from Georgia though. She's always bringing us stuff back from trips. I wondered what she would bring back from Maine. She was up there for her Grandmother's funeral.

"Donnie!" I heard Mikey wail. "I won't tell anyone, I promise! Pleeaase let me see?" I rolled my eyes. Mikey could be such a hatchling.

Don's muffed reply of a no sounded through his closed door. I closed my eyes, placing my hands behind my head.

Mikey's birthday was coming up…but that thing was so big. I hoped it wasn't a life-sized model of one of those stupid superheroes that he loved to read about. He would bug us for months with it. Last year, he got a stuffed animal and some other stuff, but he was talking to that stuffed elephant for months! So much for being fifteen, but now he was going to be sixteen. I wondered if he would ever grow up.

Then, I wondered what Cally would think of my bros. I wondered what my bros would think of Cally.

"Wow…" Cally looked around in awe at my chemicals and what ever else. "This is amazing! You did this all yourself?"

I nodded, blushing a little out of embarrassment, "Yeah. Try not to break anything, I've got to go help Leo with something. I'll be right back."

Cally locked her hands behind her back, "Promise!" She smiled at me.

I smiled back and left the room, locking the door behind me. I turned around.

"Ah!" I jumped back, seeing Mikey's face grinning back into mine. Did he see her?

"Please?" He pleaded, clasping his hands together in beg.

"No," I frowned, walking away, only to be followed at the heels.

"Oh, please! I won't break anything for a month!" He wailed.

I snorted, wrinkling my beak, "I'd like to see that happen!"

"I'll do anything!" His voice droned out everything within 10 feet.

I crossed my arms over my plastron, "No."

"But I-"

"Michelangelo!" Splinter scolded. "If your brother wanted you to know, he would tell you."

"Yes, Master Splinter," Mikey sighed, trudging off. As he did he turned his head toward me and made a puppy dog face.

What a stupid phase for a fifteen-almost sixteen-year old to go through! Then again, Mikey was Mikey. I shook my head.

"Michelangelo, since you can find nothing better to do, why don't you practice," Master Splinter frowned.

"But, Sensei!" Mikey whined.

Master Splinter raised a furry eyebrow, "Michelangelo, now."

"Yes, Master Splinter," Mikey murmured, walking off to the dojo.

I walked over to Leo, who was now sitting at the table, occasionally glancing over at Raph. I looked over at Raph. He was bored, obviously, and was picking at the bandage around his foot.

"Raph!" He looked at me. "Don't do that!"

Raph snorted and turned to flipping through the channels. "I ain't no baby," he growled back, "Shell, I can pick at the freakin bandage if I wanna."

"Raphael!" Leo frowned. "Don is only trying to help you."

"Stuff it, Splinta Junior," Raph spat back. He only called Leo that when Master Splinter was out of earshot.

"He's horrid," Leo shook his head.

"Only worried," I replied, then bit my tongue when I realized I had hinted about Cally.

Leo eyed me. "Worried?" He raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "About what?"

"I-I'm sorry," I lied, thinking quick. "I'm in my own world tonight," I smiled shyly.

Leo smiled back, apparently buying it. "It's called less science, more sleep," he laughed lightly.

"Yeah," I scuffed my foot on the ground nervously. "You-uh-you wanted me?"

"Yes," Leo murmured, almost absentmindedly. "It's Raph. Normally, his anger is a pass-by, not always too rough. But lately…" He looked at me.

"I know," I sighed, thinking of Cally, who was doing who knows what in my room/lab. "We all know."

"He's our brother," Leo went on. "We can't leave him like this. He'll probably ended up hurting us and himself."

I nodded in true, honest agreement. I did want the old Raph back, the one that had at least a little sense of mild humor. I even had the cure. But I couldn't reveal it. What kind of brother was I?

"Raph wouldn't shoot you back like he would me for pressing," Leo frowned, "You're more likely to worry over him. Would you press? Maybe we could get a hint, maybe even an answer."

"Yeah, sure I can," I replied. But…I thought in secret tense frustration, I need to get back to Cally. "Though Raph probably needs to rest for know, asking questions with persisting attitude won't help at all." I shrugged, pretending to be helpless.

Leo smiled at me, "You need rest too, and I assure you watching Raphael get his will do nothing for you." He waved a hand to my room. "Go, I'll take care of him. And rest, Donatello, none of that working of the brain for you."

"Thanks, Leo," I smiled, really truly thankful.

I turned and tracked back to my room. I could feel burning into me on the way, but I simply ignored him.

I unlocked my door with a key that I kept hidden in my belt. I prayed that Cally hadn't broken anything.

When I opened the door, I saw everything in the same order, and Cally was looking around with her hands still clasped behind her back.

I smiled. She reminded me of someone…then again two someones, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She deserved to be rescued, she wasn't just some teenager off the street. Raph saw something in her, and I was beginning to too. But…she seemed so familiar…