Sorry for the delay. I've been a little caught up with school and such at the moment… But, here's the next chapter! And the awaiting two… Mike and Don! finally enters the story.

Enjoy…

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Michelangelo scooped down another pizza slice, eyes focused on one of the big screens in the "living room". All matters about time and place were gone, and the monsters in the TV took all attention. Don silently walked in from his lab, looking around. All was quiet, except for the screams booming out of the boxes in front of the couch, where Mikey's head popped up from.

But didn't that make it a little… too quiet?

"Hey Mike?" Donnie asked, without getting a single reply. The turtle sighed heavily to himself, walking over to the couch and tapping his brother on the head. Mike looked up, obviously not too happy about getting his eyes drawn away from the "monster-slaughter".

"What?"

"Don't you find it wrong, that Leo and Raph haven't been home in over three hours?"

"No…"

"At 1:30 in the morning?"

Don had a point there. The two had rushed off after one of their usual fights. Raph to get away and Leo to get him back. It had been a slight routine for the past years, but they'd usually returned home before one. He looked up at his brother again, a concerned look starting to form on his face.

"Ya don't think something's wrong, do ya?" he asked. Don slightly shocked his head and rested his arms on the back of the couch.

"Can't say," he replied, looking towards their Sensei's room. With a sigh, he straitened up and waved at his brother. A small nagging feeling was starting to form in his guts, as he walked out into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, quickly writing something on it. Placing the pencil on top of the paper, he turned to see his brother in the doorway. It was usually to get Mikey away from the TV, but when it was concerning his brothers, he was always ready, and Donnie knew that. They walked out of the lair in silence, when Mike turned and looked back.

"You don't think we should wake up master Splinter?" the orange-cladded turtle asked, pointing back to the entrance. Don stopped, looking back too.

"We're just going out to check that both of them are okay," he answered, starting to walk again. He wasn't going to tell his brother anything, but going out was probably more to convince himself, that everything was perfectly fine. He knew - or wanted to know… Then why was the weird feeling growing bigger, as they got farther away from their home? It was a matter, science would never be able to explain, and the turtle hated it. He firmly pushed it away, telling himself that his mind was playing with him.

Mikey took one last glance back, before following Donnie. His brother was right. It was nothing but a small trip back and forth, finding the leader and the hothead and return home before Splinter woke up. Just a little tour on the surface. And wasn't it a great opportunity? Surface-surfin' and no one to stop him. Then why did his brother act so serious…?