Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles, I just play with them. The Celestial Café belongs to me, and any similarity between any real people or places is totally coincidental.

Before the fic Author's Notes: Yes, I know Raphael is 5'2" according to the official site. …but "five an' a half" just flows so much smoother off the tongue, just so you die-hard fans don't throw a fit when that brief sentence is mentioned. Oh. And just so there's no confusion later on, Donatello did dig up a bit more info on Austin then I've allowed him to share in the story. So he's well aware that something… not quite natural was going on at the Institute. And as for those videos he found…. One of them was indeed Austin. But what was happening to her?... Something not pretty. And that's all I'll say about that. For now.

FunFact:Austin's favorite movie is The Princess Bride. She has a thing for Mandy Patinkin.

Misadventures of the Mentally Unstable

Chapter 13

Italics areAustin's thoughts or flashback

There's that old metaphor about floodgates being opened and everything pouring out, and not being able to stop it. Well…that didn't happen to me. I didn't tell Raphael everything, but I told him enough. I told him about being taken to California, the birthday party, and Devon's death. I hadn't wanted to tell him that Devon's ghost still haunted me… literally… but I was sure he remembered I'd called for Devon back in the med lab, and I knew it was unlikely to assume I'd wake up thinking I was seven again and my brother was still alive. So I told him the truth. I figured he'd leave after that. He'd look at me like the psycho I was, and then leave without saying a word. …but he didn't. He sat still and listened as I went on to talk about the psychiatrists, and then the Greensage Institute. I told him a little about the experiments, but didn't go into details. It was still too frightening and painful to recall. He heard about my supernatural cellmates and the escape and how I'd lived with my newfound friends for a while before striking out on my own. I didn't tell him about the history I had with Jeremy though. There are some things better kept secret.

I told Raph also of how I ended up jumping down a manhole cover and landing on top of him. And for some unknown reason I told him about the fight Devon and I had had, and how I hadn't heard from him since.

When I finally finished, I was exhausted. My muscles were sore from sitting still yet being incredibly tense throughout the account of my life. I felt as if I hadn't slept for days, and I also realized that I hadn't looked up from the coffee stain since I'd sat down on the couch. That little coffee stain was like my safety blanket. As long as I was looking at it, nothing would happen. If I tore my eyes away from it to see the expression on Raph's face, I thought maybe I'd start to cry. I had no clue what he was thinking, and I didn't want to know. He might be thinking how fucked up I am and in need of serious therapy. Or maybe he thinks I'm telling the truth and realizes that he needs to get as far away from me as possible because of who might be looking for me and in turn, find him. But all I knew was that I didn't want to look up into his face and see that he was going to leave. If he left, that meant I'd be alone again. Not just tonight… but alone alone. I'd lose four potential friends, and god knows how hard it was for me to warm up to people. And Devon still hadn't come back. I supposed… I sighed and tried to relax back against the couch. If worse came to worse, I could always go back to California. Back to Jeremy. He'd welcome me with open arms I knew, but I was too ashamed to do that after all this time.

There was a movement to my side and I felt more than saw, Raph lean back against the couch and prop his feet up on my coffee table. My brow wrinkled in annoyance as I was forced to look at his feet instead of the coffee stain that was now directly under his heel. Knowing him, it probably hadn't been done on accident; he wanted me to look up. Part of me was a bit disgusted that his feet were on my table. I mean… he didn't wear shoes after all, and his feet must be dirty as hell. But then I'd feel guilty if I said anything because I couldn't count the number of times I'd plopped down on the couch and rested my steel toe hiking boots on the exact same spot. My coffee table wasn't exactly a hand carved heirloom that had survived a voyage to the New World after all. I'd picked it up at a thrift store for twenty-five bucks. But still. It was my coffee table and he had his feet on it…

And with a start I realized he only had two toes on each foot. For some reason I'd never even looked before now. I guess you miss the little details when you're still trying to comprehend the bigger ones. I don't know why, but this seemed like the strangest thing about him. I mean… only four toes? That's just… weird.

Some people have pointed out that my mind has a tendency to drift. I try not to dwell on serious things too long, probably as a result of denial or some shit. But sometimes even I surprise myself with how quick I can change topics of interest. I call it the 'oooh, shiney' effect. Instead of pondering Raphael's reaction to my life story, I all of a sudden found myself wondering what our children would look like. God knows I wouldn't want my children to have only two toes on each foot. Other kids would laugh and point and call them freaks. Yes, some part of my mind did realize that it probably wasn't even a possibility, but I still couldn't help but feel sorry for any alternate reality children out there that might exist between Raph and me. Only four toes… I wiggled all ten of mine still inside my shoes and sighed.

A clearing of a throat broke me from my sudden mind drift and I remembered the object of my attention was still sitting beside me. With a resolve I didn't know I had, I found myself clenching my jaw and slowly looking up. If he was going to say goodbye and leave me forever, then I was going to take it like a man. …uh… woman. Whatever.

I don't know what I'd expected to see, but whatever it was, the expression on his face wasn't it. He was looking at me impassively and never in the last three days had I wanted to smack him or kiss him so much. Which order to do it in, I wasn't sure of yet. He didn't seem to care. I was pissed. I'd just told him the trials and tribulations of my life, and he was acting like it was nothing. And I was elated because, well… he was acting like it was nothing. If I hadn't been so tired, I might have jumped him right there. Just hopped on his lap and begged him to take me in the bedroom and ravage me silly. But all I could do was look back at him and wait for him to speak. My throat was already sore from talking so damn much, and I didn't know what I'd say anyway if I did.

Raph was absently playing with the handle of one of his sais and I forced myself not to look down at the movement.

"In case you hadn't noticed…" He began in a slow and even tone, "you're talkin' to a five an' a half foot high ninja turtle."

"Yah, but…" My voice drifted off and I didn't quite know what to say. He had a point. Most of what I'd described wouldn't seem all that unusual to him, now that I stopped to think about it. I suppose he and his brothers knew better than most how low humanity can sink, and what one person is capable of doing to another. And then there was the fact that Donatello knew about Adair. Which meant he had done some digging into my past. How much he knew, I couldn't be sure, but the fire at the Greensage Institute wasn't exactly top-secret. There had been at least fifty students evacuated from the above ground levels, and something like that just can't be covered up. But he'd known I was a prisoner of Adair… Damn. Donatello was smart. He must have connections I know nothing about. Perhaps none of what I'd said was news to Raph. Maybe he'd just wanted to hear me say it, or find out if I was going to lie to him. Either way, I couldn't blame him. I'd probably have done the exact same thing.

"So… You gonna leave?" I had to know. I might be wrong in my assumption, and this calm demeanor of his might just be a prelude to the goodbye.

"Are you kickin' me out?"

"You wouldn't go if I tried." The retort came out a little too snippy but it was too late to take it back, even if I'd wanted to. It had been an automatic response, a self-defense mechanism to keep things rough between us. If I'd asked him to stay, it would have been too intimate a proposal. I had to keep him at a distance, even if he still wanted to know me after all I'd told him.

I don't know why I thought that. This was what I wanted, right? Someone who accepted who I was and still wanted to be friends… or more? This is what I'd been missing since I left Jeremy, and Raph was offering it to me on a silver platter. He may not have realized it, and it might not be intentional, but it was the cold hard truth. I had no fucking clue what to do.

"So this Jeremy guy…" Raph's not so subtle change of topic broke me from my thoughts and I refocused on him. "He thinks Adair is back."

I nodded softly. "But he doesn't have a reason to come after me… I wasn't any use to him."

"You think that matters to guys like him? He's after power, and if he thinks you can give it to him-"

"He won't come after me!" I broke in defensively. "Jeremy should be worrying about himself! He's got a girlfriend and a kid to look after, he shouldn't be bothering me with this bull-"

"He's right and you know it, Austin!" Raph's tone had changed in an instant and it took me by surprise. He pulled his feet from the coffee table and sat up, twisting toward me on the couch and grabbing my shoulders in a grip that made me think he didn't know his own strength. I've always been bad at reading people. Human emotions are hard enough for me to comprehend, and I realized I'd made a serious mistake with Raph. What I'd mistaken for not caring was actually an extremely thin veil that hid a thoroughly pissed off turtle. Maybe he'd been holding it back because he didn't want to frighten me. Maybe he'd held it back for some other reason I couldn't fathom. But he was letting it show through now and I discovered I wasn't actually frightened. Unsettled, perhaps, but never frightened. Not of him.

There was a fire in his eyes burning dangerously and he practically shook with anger He cared. He cared a hell of a lot more than he wanted me to know and I thought I finally understood how fast he'd fallen for me. I thought Mikey was the one I'd have to watch out for… But Raph was proving me wrong. I shouldn't have told him about the Institute. That must have really ticked him off if he cared about me so much. "If that fuckin' psycho finds you, he won't waste any time locking you up in a cage again! The kid on the phone was right. You need protection."

I swallowed hard, but didn't pull away. "And I suppose you can offer me that." I said quietly but firmly. The walls were going up again, as much as I tried to fight it. I didn't want anyone telling me what I did or didn't need.

"Damn right I can."

"I don't need yo-"

"Oh no. Don't give me that bullshit, Aus."

I wanted to punch him. No one called me Aus, unless they were a Miracle. I didn't even let Devon call me that. It was special. My own eyes flashed and I glared him down. Or I tried to. Raph wasn't easily bested in the 'pissed off glares' contest.

"I've made it this far on my own, and I don't need you."

"Oh yah? If it wasn't for me, you'd be lyin' with a broken neck down in the sewers."

"Yah, I'm so glad you were there for me to land on. That took real skill on your part."

"You know what your problem is?"

"You?"

He practically snarled, and if his fingers hadn't been digging into my shoulders still, I thought he might have slapped me. "You're afraid of anyone gettin' too close."

Oh wow, brilliant observation there. It takes one to know one, buddy. But I didn't say that. I came up with something slightly less clever. "Well you're just…" I struggled to find something to say. Anything. But words failed me like so often they do, and I was left with my mouth hanging open slightly. "…weird." I finally spat out, thinking about his toes again. I gave him a smug nod that was completely faked, even as I marveled at my own stupidity.

Raphael stared at me. He knew that he was right, but found my insult… well… lacking. I wanted to hang my head in shame. My brain was hurting, I was tired, and apparently my verbal skills were lapsing. I silently dared him to try to take me on when I'm wide awake and not upset. I'd really give him a verbal run for his money.

"I'm… weird." He repeated slowly, unsure if he'd heard me correctly. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded, my cheeks reddening to a shade that almost matched his bandana. I felt the pressure of his fingers ease up, as if he'd finally realized how tightly he was holding on. I could see the anger in his features receding and I think he had discovered that perhaps I wasn't at my most competent right now. It had been a rather long day for me, after all. And despite all I'd said, I was still scared. I had no idea how I'd keep myself safe from Adair. I didn't want help, but I'd been wrong about needing it. We'd always thought Adair might come back, the Miracles and I. It was something that had been at the back of our minds from our first day of freedom. That had been one of the reasons I was so desperate to contact Susan. She was high society. If anyone could give me protection, it was her. She had the money, and I'm sure her husband had the contacts. And with any luck, it would be within the next day or two.

I sighed and looked away from Raph, just as a small yawn escaped from my mouth. Embarrassed, I tried to cover it with my hand while glancing at the clock. It was almost 1:45 in the morning.

I twitched a little as I felt his finger brush my cheek and I realized he was pushing back the same stray wisp of hair that he'd done earlier. If he told me I was cute again… well… ok, I'd probably fall into his arms, despite having been pissed at him less than a minute before. But I'd definitely let him know that he still wasn't getting into my pants. Unfortunately, he didn't tell me I was cute again.

"It's late… I should get some sleep." I mumbled and tried to stand. He said nothing but stood up as well, than reached for me once more. I started to take a step back, shaking my head. He was not going to woo me again. Dammit, he was going to leave this time, and I was going to get some sleep.

And thus, fate decided to stick her hand in things. Again. The leather jacket I'd dropped to the floor caught the heel of my boot as I pulled away, and I felt myself start to topple backwards. Had I not known this was an accident of my own devices, I might have thought Raph had planned it. In just a heartbeat, he'd caught me up in his arms and pulled me to him before I could fall back and dash my head on the little painted brick half wall. Before I had time to be humiliated, Raphael leaned down and scooped me up in his arms. I felt a bit silly and struggled some, but he gave me a look that read annoyance and I calmed down.

"You need sleep." He confirmed and started walking.

"I can walk."

"Apparently not."

And he carried me into the bedroom.

For the second time in as many days, I woke to the ringing of the phone. The difference this time being, I was in a fantastically good sleep, one like I hadn't had in years. I mumbled some sort of curse and reached for the old-fashioned brass rotary phone that I'd bought in an antique store a few weeks back. I must have been out of my mind when I thought a phone in the bedroom had been a good idea.

"Hello?" I mumbled, sure I sounded like some sort of stoner.

"Austin?"

"Uh… I think so." I hate to say, I am not a morning person. And being woken up by the phone really disorients me. I'm usually caught in that sleepy state that's halfway between dreams and waking for at least five minutes. I always felt sorry for whoever had the misfortune of being the one that woke me. I probably wouldn't remember the call by the time I fully woke up.

"Um… this is Leonardo."

For the life of me, I couldn't remember who the hell Leonardo was. "The painter?" I asked stupidly, the blurry numbers on the clock slowly coming into focus. 7:36am.

"…No… um… is this a bad time, Austin?"

"I… don't think so." I swear, he must have been silent for almost a minute, probably trying to decide whether he'd gotten the wrong number or not. A face finally floated into my mind and I managed to connect that green face with the name. "The turtle. Leonardo the turtle. Not the painter."

"Yes…"

"Oh. Hi."

"Hi… listen… I'm really sorry for calling this early… but…" The hesitation in his voice was starting to annoy me and I wanted him to spit it out so I could go back to sleep. "Well… Raphael didn't come home last night. Is he… I mean…" If I'd been awake enough to hear the embarrassment in his voice, I'd probably have giggled at him. "Have you seen him? This morning…?"

I blinked, trying to clear my mind then pulled the blankets off and sat up. "Um… I don't know. Lemme think…"

Had he spent the night? I looked down and saw I was still wearing the same clothes from last night, minus the boots. I vaguely remembered Raph carrying me into my bedroom, and setting me down. Who took my shoes off, I couldn't remember. I'd fallen asleep almost instantly, and I think I remembered his hand on my hip just as I was drifting off.

"Austin?" Leo's voice broke into my thoughts again and I yawned and shook my head to clear the last bits of fuzzyness from my eyes.

"Yah, sorry… um…" I glanced around the room, but didn't see Raph. If he'd slept here, there was no evidence of it. And I hardly think he'd have settled for the couch after the little scene between us last night against the wall. Mmmm, that was a nice memory even if we'd been interrupted by the damn phone.

Now, I have a very bad habit of saying what I'm thinking when I'm extremely tired. So instead of just saying his brother wasn't here, the words that came from my mouth weren't the most thought out. "He's not in bed with me, so he must have left after I fell asleep. We were up pretty late going at it..." What I meant by the words 'going at it', was the little argument between Raph and I. …Leonardo didn't know that.

There was a stunned silence from his end of the line and when I realized what I'd said I wanted to smack myself. "Oh god, no, I don't mean it like that!" I really shouldn't have felt the need to justify myself, because if Jeremy hadn't called I'm absolutely sure Raphael and I would have taken this shaky relationship of ours to a completely new level.

"We had a bit of a fight, that's all! Nothing happened like that. But everything's okay now, and he helped me get to my room cause I was tired and couldn't walk and um… so nothing happened and I fell asleep, and I didn't wake up til you called…um, but he's not here that I know of. And nothing happened!" I paused from my embarrassed ramblings just long enough to take a breath. "Sorry."

"I see… well… if you hear from him, would you tell him to get his shell back home, please?" I don't think he believed me. Oh well, fuck it. Let Leo think what he wants.

"Yah, sure."

"Thanks, Austin." He paused like he wanted to say something more, probably some little speech about how he hoped we'd taken precautions and that I better have honest intentions towards his brother, but must have thought better of it. There was a soft click and he hung up.

Hanging up my own end of the line, I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. The tie must have fallen out while I was sleeping and my unruly curls were hanging messily around my face. I pushed the strands back behind my ears and mentally chastised myself for being such an idiot. I shouldn't care, really I shouldn't. But I was a bit miffed at the fact that Leo now thought I was a slut when in fact, I hadn't been laid in at least… a month. Hey, that's a long time for me. I briefly considered calling him back and letting him know that, but I ran into the obstacle of still not knowing the phone number. Oh well. He probably wouldn't appreciate that little tidbit of info.

I glared at the clock again and then down at my clothes. I hated sleeping in my clothes. …I hated sleeping in ANY clothes. Considering my past, one would think I'd hate being naked, but it was actually a comfort. Four years of not being allowed clothes has an impact. I remember the first time I put a shirt on after leaving the Institute. I hated it. The cloth had itched against my skin and I tore it off after wearing it for only five minutes. Nine years later and I still hadn't grown accustomed to clothes. Of course, you couldn't function in normal society without clothes, so I'd forced myself to take up the habit. Still, at home and in bed, more often than not I found myself wandering around naked. And if not naked, than with as little on as possible. My tie dye 'jammy pants were an exception. They had been a gift from Jeremy, and I still clung to them like a safety blanket, despite being in denial about my feelings for him.

With a sigh I stood shakily, my reflexes still being a bit off. The sleep was starting to wear off and I knew I wouldn't go back to bed now without help. A hot shower and a cup of tea should work perfectly. And dammit, I was going to sleep in til at least 2pm after that. I stumbled for the bathroom, stripping off my clothes along the way. The cheery rainy day ducky shower curtain greeted me and I flipped off one particular duck that was jumping in a puddle splashing water all over himself. I hated this shower curtain. But it had been on clearance when I'd gone shopping, and I hadn't bothered to buy a new one since. As I was waiting for the spray of water to heat up, I wondered if I could find a curtain with little turtles. Preferably wearing little red masks. And wielding sais. …and kicking the asses of some cheery little ducklings. That would be a shower curtain that would bring a smile to my face every morning.

Stepping into the shower, I pulled the curtain around the claw foot tub and sighed happily as the near scalding water cascaded over me. I don't know how long I stood there letting my mind drift over random thoughts. It must have been a long while, because the water finally started to cool down and I had to turn the tap to the hottest it would go. When even that wouldn't keep the water hot, I sighed and turned the shower off. I stepped out onto a light green bath rug and grabbed a towel. In the mirror I could see my reflection, and I looked… red. My skin was pleasantly tingling from the hot water and I looked rather happily flushed. It was a wonderful feeling.

I toweled off lightly, then started to dry my hair as I walked out of the bathroom. The cool air of the bedroom slid deliciously over my still damp naked skin and I smiled softly at the feeling. Which lasted only a moment.

I froze two paces into the bedroom, my head tilted to one side as one hand held the towel against my dripping hair. My other hand was reaching up behind me, trying to scratch a spot between my shoulder blades, which in turn had caused me to push my chest out in an effort to reach the offending spot. If I thought my skin had been red after the shower, the blush in my cheeks now increased tenfold.

Raphael was standing just inside the door to my bedroom, staring at me in shock.

Author's Notes: Bwahahahahhahahahah!

Ok, my apologies that this chapter was so short. (In comparison to my last chapter) But if I don't post what I have now, you all won't get anything more until this weekend, and I don't really want to wait that long to post.

Plus, I'm evil and just can't help leaving it with an ending like this. –runs and hides from all the reviewers who want to kill her now-

But. …I'm a REALLY bad person and I may just repost this chapter to the Misadventures LJ…. With a bit more –ahem- "adult" material added in. Don't go rushing over thinking there's going to be some hot turtle-lovin' though. It's nothing that's going to change what's happened in the story up to this point. Think of it more like… an Austin 'cut-scene'. Something too graphic for But I still haven't decided if I'm going to write it yet. If I do, it will probably be in a day or two.

Notes to my Reviewers:

Reinbeauchaser: Whee! It took me a while but I finally figured out how to delete the first review. Anyway. :) Thanks for the absolutely awesome review. I really appreciate it. Yes… Austin definitely has issues. Even I'm afraid to delve into her mind sometimes. She's very… hypocritical sometimes. And she knows it, but can't help herself.

And my Raph is a bit more grown up. He's learned to control himself just a little better, but he's still a hothead and a rogue. But he's also not an idiot. He does stupid things, but the difference is he knows they're stupid. I like to think that Splinter taught him a bit more common sense than some people seem to think. It rather bugs me when authors portray Raph as nothing but an uncouth moron. So I try to add a little depth to him.

As for his intuitiveness, my turtles aren't mind-readers or anything like that. They can't project verbal thoughts, but they are very in tune with each other. Feelings and emotions can be felt easily between them, and they can sense basic emotions in humans. Honestly, I think it's a bit like feeling a person's aura and reading their body movements. It's something that they grew up learning how to do with Splinter's guidance. A mix of mental and physical awareness. I hope that makes sense.

Ooooh, Peretti! I actually have read some of his books, though it was a very long time ago. I was back in high school at the time. I openly admit, I'm no longer a Christian. I spent 12 years in a Christian school, and it wasn't a great experience. But I have great respect for the religion itself though, and Peretti has always been, at least in my opinion, one of the best writers published. His attention to detail and suspense make for excellent reading. I remember The Oath was one of my favorites of his. It's actually funny you should mention him. Just the other day my roommates and I were talking about his books over dinner and remembering how well-written they were. –ponders- Now I have an itch to go pick up some of his books again. I think it's time for a trip to the local used book store. –grin-

Buslady Of SoCal: I've always seen Raph as very passionate. He's quick to anger, and even quicker to love. I guess the best word for it would be 'unrestrained'. But he doesn't just go around hopping in girls beds left and right. He's possessive which can be good, and bad. I see him as the type of guy that wants one girl, and wants her completely. Austin, unfortunately, doesn't give herself to anyone like that. So if it's her heart he wants, it's going to take a lot of work on his part.

Reluctant Dragon : Hehehe. I like your description of Raph. –giggles and channels Shrek- He's like an onion. He's got layers.

Ok, sorry for that obscure reference. :) But the real question is, will Austin see Raph the same way we do? Yah, she thinks he's sexy, but how will she feel about him 'the morning after'? …not that it's going to happen. –nervous look- Because… um… crap. I just gave away a major plot point. Damn my uninhibited mouth!

Pretender Fanatic: Ahhh, yes. Enter Adair. …kind of. Austin thought that part of her life was over, and then BAM! …What a time to find out, eh? I don't know if I'd have been able to pull myself away from Raph like that. I don't have a Jeremy like that in my life, but if I did, I think I'd give him up for Raph in a heartbeat.

DW: Well, Raph knows about Devon now, but I don't think Devon will ever show up again while he's around. But who knows? Devon has a way of showing up at the worst possible moments.

As for the mysterious funder… well… there are plans in the works for that. The funder has something to do with a canon TMNT situation/person/somethingIwon'tsay. I'm so vague, don't you love it? I will say this though. My TGRI is more like the movie version than the newer cartoon version. And I'm not familiar with the comics too much, so I don't know how it's handled in there. But it will be addressed at some point.

And Lucas freeing them from the Institute… well, he was one of the kids that was cooperating with Adair and learning to control his powers. But Adair didn't realize the extent of his abilities. The 'escape' had been in the plans for many years, but Lucas and his companions didn't want to attempt anything until they were sure they would succeed. Hope that answers your question!

Isis-Lament: -Melodist sends a Raphaelgram to Isis-Lament. He arrives wearing a cowboy hat and starts strumming his guitar and singing "To Make You Feel My Love" by Garth Brooks, then finishes with a gentle kiss to your hand and asks you to marry him because he's put his rebel days behind him and oh. He got rid of his bike and bought a station wagon instead-

Hehehehehehehehe. And yes. Austin sings in the shower. ;)

Mickis : -falls over giggling- I love your reviews. They make me laugh, oh yes, they do.

And I'll let you in on a little secret. :) The cheese line? That was a vague little reference inspired by Buffy, of which I am a HUGE fan. I believe it was the 4th season finale, with the dream sequences. "I wear the cheese. The cheese does not wear me."

Yah, I'm a geek. And so is my muse. She sits on my shoulder and spouts off obscure quotes from movies that only like… 4 people have seen and expects me to use them in my story. I try to tell her that not everyone thinks Tank Girl is the funniest movie ever made, but she doesn't want to listen. –sigh-

The REAL Cheese Monkey: Oooooh, no. It's not good at all. Although… she has a very aggressive, possessive turtle looking after her now. I don't think he's going to let her go without a fight.

Trillian4210: -blushes and beams with pride at your review- You're great for my ego. :) Please feel free to continue reviewing as often as you want. This is the first serious story I've put any effort behind, and it's coming along better than I thought it would. I've been thinking lately about going back to college and taking some writing classes. (The last one I took was 6 years ago when I was a senior in high school).

Mmmm, and yes. Raph definitely deserves to get laid. –volunteers- :) It's going to be interesting to see what happens now that the gloves have been taken off. …and the shirt… and the pants… and the underwear…

kaya lizzie: -grin- I hope this chapter lived up to expectations. Again, I apologize for leaving it so short, but it just seemed right to cut it off there. …because I'm evil. Evil evil evil. And I make no apologies! …except for the one I already did… uh… yah. Whatever. I'll go write more now…. Yah.

And nuns are funny. –giggles-