Running into the kitchen as quietly as he could without getting the attention of his brother, Michelangelo gathered the little amount of materials he needed for the issue at hand. He looked out the window, watching as his two other older brothers made their way to the house. Mikey bit down on his lip, glancing at Leonardo, who was just staring into the fire, not moving an inch with the exception of his chest as he breathed. Mikey tilted his head to the side a bit, letting out a little sad sigh. He hoped that this would help his brother. Raphael and Donatello joined Mikey in the living room.

"Got it all?" Raph asked in a whisper.

"Mhm," Mikey nodded, arms full of it. "Man, I hope this helps."

"It helped a lot last time," Donnie pointed out, a gleam of hope rushing through him. "Let's see if it helps again."

The three terrapins nodded at each other. They insisted Mikey go first, which made the youngest turtle gulp. He slowly approached Leo, nervously watching him. Leo finally turned his head to where he could look at Mikey, a little questioning look on his face.

"Hey, uh, mind if I make a s'more really quick, bro?" Mikey asked, his voice cracking. He didn't know why he was so nervous, he just was.

"Okay," Leo nodded, looking back into the fire, watching as some of the flames faded and others just sparking about. Mikey sat down, crossing his legs, and spread out the box of graham crackers, the bag of big puffy marshmallows, and some of the chocolate bars he had stashed in a secret place. Mikey grabbed one of the thin metal bars from the fireplace, sticking a marshmallow in it. He leaned toward the fire, roasting the marshmallow. He then pulled it out when it was a bit golden brown, blowing on it. Looking down to put it on the graham cracker, he noticed he didn't open the box yet.

"Uhm, Leo, do you think you could open the box really quick?" Mikey asked, flashing an innocent smile.

"Sure," Leo replied, reaching down for the box. He burrowed his finger under the top flap, sliding it across and opening it smoothly. He opened a package for Mikey, handing it down to him. "Here."

"Thank you," Mikey chirped, wiping his marshmallow on one of them. He then slid on the chocolate, licking his lips as he saw it slowly melt.

"Whatcha makin', little brother?" Raph asked, approaching his blue eyed brothers. "Some lunch for me? Awh, ya shouldn't have."

"I wasn't," Mikey hissed, pulling his s'more close to him. "You can make your own lunch."

"Harsh," Donnie boomed, taking a seat next to Mikey. "Guess that goes for me too, huh?"

"You can manage to feed yourself, can't you, genius?" Mikey asked sarcastically, earning a little elbow nudge. Mikey giggled, biting into his s'more. "Mmm," Mikey hummed, his smile growing. "This is so gooood."

"Make way," Raph insisted, already roasting his marshmallow. "I can make a better one."

"Uh huh, okay," Mikey shrugged. "Raph, what are you doing?!"

"What?"

"Your marshmallow- it's black! Pull it out!"

"Why?" Leo asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. Surprised he joined in on the conversation, the three turtles paused for a moment. "Mikey?"

"Uh, well, it gets burnt, Leo," Mikey answered. "And the taste is blah!"

"Nah, it makes it really gooey. It makes the s'more better," Leo insisted. Mikey smiled as Leo lengthened his speech. "I mean, c'mon."

"Psht," Mikey waved off. "It's better golden brown."

"Ooo-kayy," Leo said, shrugging. "If you say so. But it's better having it as gooey as possible."

"See, Leo gets it," Raph said, slapping his hand on the shell of the youngest terrapin. "He knows where the magic happens."

"I think it's better to have a chew," Donnie argued. "I mean, that's the point of a s'more, ins't it?"

"Heck no," Raph said, looking at Donnie funny.

"Mikey, can you hand me one?" Leo asked, grabbing a metal stick. "You guys made me hungry."

"Okey dokey," Mikey nodded, handing Leo some marshmallows. "Just in case you want more than one- I know how you are with sugar."

"In that case, give me some graham crackers," Leo said, holding his hand out. "Anyways, the point of a s'more is to make it as messy as possible."

"Having it messy?" Donnie asked, cringing. "No, no, Leo, it's the point of the crunch. The more you chew it, the more good it tastes."

"Eating messy things is fun and delicious," Raph said, wanting to prove his point. "You two knuckleheads oughta know this."

"Hey!" Mikey and Donnie said in unison, glaring playfully at Raph.

"Fine! We'll try yours, and you two try ours," Mikey challenged. "See whose is better."

"Sounds good to me," Leo said, sliding his marshmallow onto his graham cracker. "If it isn't good," Leo said, pausing and tapping his chin. A devious smile grew on his face. Leo looked down at Raph and gave him a little wink, starting to continue. "If we don't like it as much as ours, we get to smother a melted marshmallow on your faces."

"Leo!" Raph said, a big flashy smile on his face. "I like the way you think. Yes! We are totally gonna do that to you two."

"No fair!" Mikey yelped. "If we don't like yours, you guys-"

"-gotta let us smear melted chocolate on your faces," Donnie finished, high fiving Mikey.

"Deal!" The turtles said in unison, exchanging s'mores.

Leo took the first bite, sinking his teeth into the s'more. The marshmallow was still so fluffy and chewy that some got on his lips. He struggled to spread his lips apart from each other, the marshmallow very sticky. He tried rubbing it away, but it made it worse. Leo still ate it, liking the taste, but not as much as his own. Mikey took two bites and already his mouth was messy- melted chocolate and melted marshmallow on the corners of his mouth and on his upper lip. He tried licking away as much as possible, groaning as he made little progress. Though he did like how the taste melted in his mouth, he liked it fluffy even more. Leo and Mikey exchanged looks, both smirking at each other. Leo mouthed 'you're a goner', making Mikey laugh and nod in agreement.

Donnie shivered in delight as the melted marshmallow and melted chocolate filled his mouth, his tastebuds practically jumping. He loved how quickly the taste came to him and how long it lasted, letting out a satisfied 'ahh' as he gulped it down. He reluctantly nodded at Raph, who enjoyed having to take constant bites into his s'more. They exchanged looks and nodded in agreement that they liked one another's. They glanced at their blue eyed brothers, who both had mischievous smirks on their faces.

"Miiikeeeyy," Leo said in a sing-song tone, standing up. He grabbed the gooey and warm marshmallow, preparing to smother it on Mikey's face.

"Leeeoooo," Mikey said back, smiling innocently as his calloused fingertips held two pieces of chocolate.

Before he knew it, Leo shot up out of his chair and leaped toward Mikey. Mikey let out a yelp and quickly scooted backwards, struggling to get up. Leo grabbed one of Mikey's ankles, earning a roaring laugh from his little brother. Mikey managed to get his foot free from Leo's grasp and stood up, laughing at Leo. Leo hopped up and started running for Mikey, chasing him through the house 'til Mikey darted out of the house. Leo let out a heavy huff of breath, determined to get his brother. He darted out of the house, going after Mikey. Raph and Donnie exchanged excited looks, running out to the porch and watched.

Mikey had the chocolate pieces melting down his fingers. He glanced behind himself for a moment, seeing that Leo was very close. He picked up his pace, making a beeline for the side of the house. Leo narrowed his eyes down challengingly, deciding that maybe using training to his advantage. He rushed behind a tree, watching as Mikey continued running. He darted for the other side of the house, blending in with the shadow and awaited for Mikey to approach. Mikey looked behind him and saw that Leo was no where in sight, stopping in his tracks. He looked around, watching for a sign of his very-well trained brother. He looked in the shadows, seeing a bit of movement. Before Leo could get him, Mikey jumped out of the way, a smug smile on his face as he started running again. Leo growled under his breath.

"Missed me! I didn't know we could cheat!" Mikey yelled out behind him, running as fast as he could around the house.

"We didn't even make any rules!" Leo yelled back, his breath hitching as he ran faster.

His leg was surprisingly not bothering him, giving him a boost of confidence. Leo dug his toes into the dirt and leaped off of the ground a bit, quickly gaining behind Mikey as he landed. When he was close enough, Leo bent his legs and jumped, reaching his hands out and tackling his little brother. They both rolled around for a moment, the grass making them itchy and a bit wet. They struggled to stop, just throwing their limbs around to try to strike each other. When they finally stopped rolling, they immediately smeared their 'weapons' on each other's faces. Mikey stuck out his tongue as the marshmallow covered his face. Leo managed to pull up Mikey's mask, getting some around Mikey's eyes. Mikey smothered the chocolate on Leo's nose, mouth and cheeks. Leo puffed out his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut as Mikey's hand slipped and got chocolate on his neck. When they were done, the two turtles started laughing at how the other was very messy.

"You guys are a mess!" Donnie said, laughing.

"Man, and I thought I was rough," Raph said, a satisfied smile on his face. "You two dorks got each other good."

"We really did, huh?" Leo said, pushing himself up on his feet. He offered his messy hand down to Mikey, a warm smile on his face. "Truce?"

"You know it," Mikey nodded, clasping his chocolate-covered hand onto Leo's sticky hand, pulling himself up on his feet. The two terrapins gave each other a quick hug. Mikey managed to nuzzle Leo in the hug, making Leo feel much better. "C'mon, let's go clean up. Race you to the sink!"

"You cheater!" Leo yelled as Mikey pushed on his plastron and got a headstart.

"We didn't make any rules!" Mikey yelled back, laughing as he watched Leo starting to run after him.

Raph gave Donnie a little smile, feeling good that he could help out his brother. Donnie smiled back a bit, resting his arm on top of Raph's head. Raph shook Donnie's arm off, growling at the tall terrapin. Donnie chortled, crinkling his nose at how "vertically challenged" his big brother was. As Raph was about to roughhouse with Donnie, April and Casey walked up to them.

"What was that all about?" April asked, pointing to the two running turtles.

"Are they fightin' or somethin'?" Casey asked, shoving his hands in his pockets, intrigued.

"Nah," Raph answered, lowering his fist. "Leo was in a mood and we got him to cheer up, and he and Mikey are just havin' fun."

"Leo was upset?" April asked, feeling the guilt come back. "Why?"

"It was probably because of his leg," Donnie replied. "He gets stubborn with it. He isn't used to being challenged by his own body. I don't think any of us would be." Seeing April calm down a bit, Donnie let out a little 'oh.' "April, don't feel bad, he's not upset with you."

"Yeah, April, he isn't mad at ya, he's just mad at his leg," Raph said, laying a hand on her shoulder for comfort. "Don't beat yourself up."

"Thanks, guys," April said, relieving some of her stress and guilt. "I know I should know that, but you know how guilt is."

"What were they doin' anyway?" Casey asked.

"They smeared stuff on each other's faces," Donnie answered, laughing at how they looked. "Those goofs."

"Chocolate and marshmallows," Raph added on. "We were makin' s'mores 'cause it cheers Leo up."

"S'mores?!" The two vigilantes yelped, smiles on their faces. "We want s'mores!"

"Okay," Raph said slowly. "Let's go make some, then."

April and Casey practically bounced on the way to the house, craving something sweet- and s'mores was just the thing. They glanced in the kitchen, seeing Leo washing his face and hands and saw that Mikey had reserved the sink in the bathroom. They exchanged smiles, unable to wait for the gooey goodness. They sat on the floor, roasting their marshmallows. They slid their marshmallows on their graham crackers, put a piece of chocolate under it and topped it with another graham cracker, sinking their teeth in their s'mores. They both let out an 'mmm', both having smiles on their faces. Leo and Mikey walked in, Leo taking his place in his chair and Mikey sitting in front of his feet, watching the teenagers eat.

"You and Mikey should have some more," Raph insisted, smirking.

"Oh, no no no," Leo said, waving his hands side to side. "I think we've had enough."

"Awh, says the sore loser," Mikey joked. "I can go for another! He can't speak for The King."

"Uh huh, okay," Leo said, sinking into his chair, feeling so much better. "I've had enough for one day."

"You only had one," Donnie pointed out. "Surely you can handle making yourself one."

"I just cleaned up," Leo shrugged. "I don't wanna get messy."

"Awh, but 'the point of a s'more is to make it as messy as possible' is what I remember," Donnie said smugly.

"Fine, geez!" Leo said, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Raph, could you make one for me, please?"

"Can't make it yourself?" Raph huffed. Leo glared at him playfully, grabbing a marshmallow in his hand. Though he caught Leo's bluff, he didn't want to risk having his face being smothered with something sticky. "Okay, okay," Raph agreed, sticking the marshmallow in the fire. "Sheesh."

"Thank you," Leo cooed, sinking back in his chair. After Raph made his s'more, Leo grabbed it and ate it, a warm smile growing a bit on his face. "God, this is good. How the shell do you make them better than me?"

"Takes a master," Raph said, holding out his hand and eyeing his fingertips, giving them a blow of air. "Maybe you'll get the hang of it."

*TMNT*

After they all cleaned their mess and put up what was left of the ingredients, everyone was ready to hit the hay. Leo decided he'd sleep in his chair, already warm and comfortable and didn't want to move anyway. Raph reserved his chair and brought his knees up to his chest, snuggling into the chair. Mikey raced up the stairs, trying to beat Donnie to the bed. April took the long couch, propping her feet up on one of the arm rests, her hands behind her head and letting out a relaxed sigh. Casey took the wooden chair, having pillows on it for comfort and quickly fell asleep, his hand on his stomach. Before he could sleep, Leo got up and checked on Raph. Raph had his eyes closed already, his breathing normal.

"Thanks, Raph," Leo whispered, draping a blanket over his brother. "You know me so well."

"It was nothin'," Raph yawned back, patting Leo's arm lazily. "Get some sleep, okay?"

"Count on it," Leo smiled, rubbing the top of Raph's head. "You too. Night."

"Mhm," Raph replied, falling asleep as Leo made his way back to his chair. He nuzzled his head to the side of his chair and rested his arms on the arm rests, shifting his feet close to the fire for warmth. He let out a little yawn, then a soft sigh. He was happy that he could help out April and get to play around with his brothers. He couldn't let his leg get the best of him, and he was determined to try his best to remember that.