Okay, I got a lot of comments about the amount of money that the turtles just happened to have. Yes, I admit it was just a little convenient, but I figured that they must bust a LOT of drug deals, and some of those guys had to be loaded, ya know?

A big thank you to Reinbeauchaser, who pointed out a nitpicky yet glaring plot hole. And through hell and high water, (seriously, you should have seen some of the flooding that my area got this week!) I fixed it!

I am amazed at how popular this story is getting. I'm gonna get even more addicted to reviews then I already am!

So as a sort of a thank you, I'm making it longer! It's kinda hard, considering that they have to get to the farmhouse SOMETIME… But originally this was going to be the last chapter, and now it isn't.

So, without further ado, here's the next chapter of "Are We There Yet?" !

And as usual, I don't own the Turtles, or April, or Casey, or the van. Or a car at all, actually...


April climbed into the back of the van and started handing out bags of food. "Here, I didn't know what kinda sandwiches you guys liked, so I just got a little bit of everything. Do you guys want anything else?"

The turtles eagerly grabbed the full-to-bursting white paper bags.

"I think that this should be more then enough," Said Leonardo, unwrapping a pile of food as he talked.

"Good. Well, I think that we're only a few more hours away from the farmhouse. We'll definitely get there by dawn."

Don quietly collected his sandwiches and retreated to the back of the van without saying a word. April frowned sadly. Poor Donatello… I've got to talk to him about the whole 'throwing me' thing later…He looks so guilty...

Michaelangelo took a bite out of a sandwich and swallowed, a look of pure bliss on his face. "Mmmm…" April grinned at his reaction before turning her attention to Leonardo.

"Oh, and Leo?"

He looked up at her, a slightly distracted look on his face. "What is it?"

She dug into her pocket, grabbed the wad of bills residing there and thrust it at him. "Having all this money on me is making me nervous. I'd feel better if you kept it with you."

Leo met her eyes, brow furrowed. "But you still need it, don't you?"

"Not right now. If we want to get more gas or food, we'll need more, but until then… please?" She said, insistantly.

Leo looked at her for another long moment before finally taking the bills and tucking them neatly into his belt.

"Dude! Is that some of the money that Splinter made?" Mikey whistled in appreciation. "Man, I knew that he was good, but I never realized just HOW good he was!" He paused for a moment before he continued. "Is!"

"Splinter? I thought you guys did the busting?"

Leonardo blushed. As much as a green humanoid turtle COULD blush. "Well, uh, we've never actually busted a drug bust, per say…"

"Our first real fight was saving you!" Chirped Mikey helpfully.

"Right." Leo threw a glare at his younger and more talkative brother. "I mean, we've scared some of the dealers away from their money before, and that helped get a little money in, but it was never really enough cause the dealers we tended to scare away weren't all that rich in the first place-" He was again interrupted by Michaelangelo.

"But man, April, was it worth it! It was so much fun! We got to make spooky noises- Don was really good at that! And then-" Leonardo hastily shoved another sandwich into Mikey's hands.

"Here Mikey, you're rambling again."

Mike grinned somewhat self-conciously. "Ah. Sorry, April. I'll just go back here with Donnie… and be quiet…"

Leonardo sighed. "Anyway, Splinter doesn't like doing it a lot, but without that money, I don't know how we would have survived."

April nodded her head, giving him a small smile before turning her attention to the back of the van. "How's Raph doing?"

After a moment, Donatello replied. "He's still sleeping it off. The only thing that really worries me is the fact that he could have a concussion. It could be the reason that he's not waking up."

The van fell silent, mulling over this latest news.

Don hastily stumbled on. "But then again, he could just be really tired." Michaelangelo still looked worried.

"He's a fighter. He'll make it, I'm sure of it." She flashed them a reassuring smile.

"I hope you're right, April." Said Leonardo quietly. She gave him a comforting look, cupped his cheek with one hand, then turned and climbed into the driver's seat.


She buckled herself in, then took deep breath and tried to ignore the turtles' hushed discussion in the back of the van. After a short while, she started impatiently drumming her fingers on the driver's wheel. If Casey's not here in five minutes, I'm leaving without him. I don't see why we need him anyway, he's a complete and utter…

Then the front of the diner opened, and none other then Mr. Casey Jones himself strolled out into the artificial light of the truckstop.

Oh damn, there he is…

Casey casually walked over to the car and looked into her window, a frown marring his façade. "And just what do y' think you're doin?"

The turtles stopped talking.

She stared defiantly in his face as she replied. "Waiting for you to get in the car."

"Lady," he said with only a hint of malice in his voice. "I'm the driver of this circus- not you."

"I thought I was doing you a favor- you've been driving since we left New York. I figured you needed a break." April said, her annoyance edging into her voice.

Casey leered at her. "Lady, I can go all night if I need to. I don't need your help. Move over."

"It's MY car!" They glared stubbornly at each other. One could almost see the daggers flying from eye to eye.

"Guys!" Leonardo called from the back. "We don't care who drives, as long as we get going!

Casey and April glared at each other a moment longer, and finally April threw up her hands, unbuckled herself, and scootched over into the passenger seat. She grumbled under her breath the entire way.

Casey grinned rakishly. "Knew you'd see it my way."

"Oh, shut up."


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