A/N: Hellooooooo Treasures! It's been awhile, sorry about that. Lot's of life changes. So yeah! Love and gratitude to my readers and reviewers, new and old.

I do not own TMNT! This is for fun, not profit.

As always, please enjoy.


"Donny you gotta help me."

"Whatever it is you broke, make a note of it and I'll get to it when I can." Donatello replied with a dismissive wave in the direction of a bulletin board on the opposite wall.

Raphael frowned. "I didn't break anything. Why is it you assumed I broke something? Why do you always assume when we come looking for you it's because we broke something?"

That actually earned him a glance and his frown deepened at the quirked brow Don sent his way. "I didn't!" Raph insisted adamantly.

"Right," Donny said dryly. He straightened in his chair and saved his work on the laptop before turning to his brother. "All right, you now have my undivided attention. How exactly may I assist you with this 'nothing is broken' situation?"

"Mikey won't talk to me."

Donny blinked. "You must be thrilled." He glanced longingly at his laptop screen.

"At first I was," Raph continued in a voice heavy with frustration, "but that was almost a week ago."

Donny's brows shot up in surprise. "A week? I had been wondering why it's been so quiet around here, but I was reluctant to question the miracle. Honestly, the amount of work I get done without-"

"Don," Raph interrupted, "Mikey?"

"What about him Raph?" Don asked as he twirled a pen between nimble fingers. "He's not a machine you can take a hammer to a few times and hope it solves the problem." He paused when Raph's eyes lit up devilishly.

"Don't even think about it," Donny hissed, jabbing the pen authoritatively in his brother's direction. "I'll hide the tools."

"Then what do you suggest?" Raphael demanded heatedly with a toss of his hands. "Because aside from knocking some sense into him or the reason out of him, I got nothing!"

"Is violence always your go to method?" He sighed rhetorically. "I don't suppose you simply asked him what the problem was?"

Raph glared. "You're right Don...because that wasn't the first thing I tried. Imagine how the problem would go away if he just told me what the problem was."

"All right!" Don conceded with a huff. "I'll talk to him. Just know this satisfies your weekly quota for Donatello solving your problems."

"Dully noted." Pause. "So, when you gonna go talk to him?"

Donny threw the pen at him. "Out!" There was a trace of fond exasperation in his voice. "Before I follow Mikey's example and stop talking to you too."

"Thanks Donny!" Raph said before throwing the pen back. Don caught it, eyed his computer one last time, then peeled himself out of his chair to begin the search for the unusually quiet Michelangelo.

After checking the living room, the kitchen, Mike's bedroom, and even the bathroom, Donatello finally found his little brother in the dojo of all places. The position he found him in (mid-handstand on Leo's back while their leader remained in a plank position) really should have been more surprising than finding him in the dojo. It wasn't.

"Raph wants to know why you aren't talking to him," he said from the doorway.

"Well hello to you too, Don." Leo greeted.

"What'd I tell ya Leo!" Mikey said eagerly, lifting a finger to poke his brother's shoulder enthusiastically. This left him balancing on one hand. "Told ya he'd crack and go to Donny!"

"Yes, now stop poking me."

"This means I'm free from washing dishes for a week!" Michelangelo went on. So did the poking.

Without warning Leo suddenly shifted all of his weight to one elbow. Mikey let out a shriek and then the two were on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"I told you to quit poking me."

"A whole week!" Mikey declared in excitement, his arms appearing out of the tangle to punch the air victoriously.

"Wait," Donny began, watching Leo rise gracefully to his feet. Mikey remained where we was sprawled on the floor. "This was a bet between the two of you?"

"Affirmative!" Mikey chirped, tilting his chin up so he could meet Don's searching eyes. "Leo guessed he'd come beat the answer out of me, I said he'd go to you."

Donny quirked a brow at their leader, a silent request for an explanation behind his reasoning.

Leonardo shrugged a shoulder. "Can you really blame me? That's what he usually does."

"So you gave him the silent treatment for no other reason than to try and get out of washing dishes?" Donatello clarified.

Mikey rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows. "For a week," he answered pointedly. There was a duh at the end of the sentence that went unsaid. "And you know...personal amusement."

"Have the two of you made these bets before?"

Leo and Mikey exchanged a look. "Once or twice," Leo answered carefully after a pause. He sensed he and his youngest brother were slipping into dangerous territory.

Donny looked between them. "Have I ever been the subject of such bets?"

Very dangerous territory...

"Well actually there was this one ti-ow!" Mikey grimaced, nursing the side Leo had just dug his heel into and glared up at him. His brother was currently shooting him a zip it sort of look. The two of them glanced at Don, and from the expression on their genius brother's face they knew they were in trouble.

"I want details," he said in a clipped tone. "Now, if you please."

Mikey swallowed audibly. "Well...you remember that time a few weeks back when you were writing new programming codes to update the security system? Well, I switched your coffee to decaff and we took bets on how long it would take you to notice."

"You mean the time when I fell asleep at my desk and spilled coffee all over my work? Yes, I do remember. It took me three days to rectify that little mistake. And now I know you had a hand in it." He took a threatening step forward.

Mikey pushed himself up into a crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet just in case he needed to bolt. "Whoa hold on," he held up a palm. "That was totally an accident. How was I supposed to know you'd be writing on paper? I mean, it's the twenty-first century bro. Get with the times!"

"Three. Days. Michelangelo!"

Mikey physically flinched at the use of his full name. To his left he saw Leo's foot shift back a step. They both knew that when Donny used a full name...well it was best just to run and hope for a clean getaway.

Donatello recognized the moment Mikey had decided to run and he jumped for him with the intention of blocking his escape route, but the brat used his shoulders like a spring board and frog leaped over his back.

"You aren't excused either Leo!" Don shot over his shoulder as he turned in pursuit of his fleeing sibling.

Mikey was already across the lair when Donny emerged from the dojo and Raph was staring after him in befuddlement. As Don rushed past him, Raph caught his elbow and pulled him to a stop. He ignored his impatient huff.

"What happened?" Raph demanded. "If this is how you were going to get answers, I could've done it myself!"

"Answers?" Don said darkly and Raph blinked, caught off guard. "I'll give you answers! Leo and Mikey made a bet about how you'd react to his little silent treatment. For laughs."

Raph's eyes darkened to match Donny's tone. "That don't explain why you're chasing him though."

"Let's just say there have been similar occurrences in the past and you aren't the only victim."

"Leo and Mikey you say? How 'bout I help even the odds and I'll go after Mikey."

Don shook his head. "I'm faster."

"Maybe," Raph countered, "but Leo's more scared of you."

"What, seriously?"

Raph nodded. "Well sure. You're almost as bad as Splinter."

Don draped a hand over Raph's shoulder, the other covered his heart. "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"So we gonna go get 'em or what?"

Leo and Mikey never really stood a chance...