Disclaimers: Whether they are young or old, I don't own TMNT.

A/N: This was a little plot bunny I came up with one day and finally decided to commit to writing it.

I came up with 'Precious China' because it's been a term I heard parents use to sometimes describe the value of their childern.


Chapter One

A nine-year-old Michelangelo was in no particular mood to share his newly acquired toy with his two 'older' (really same age) brothers, Leonardo and Raphael. His first reason was that they tended to be particular rough when it came to remote control planes. They loved making the toy do daredevil stunts that usually ended in it landing in many pieces. His second reason was that Donatello had fixed the toy up just for him.

It was this reluctance to share that caused a large fight among the turtle brothers in the team of younger brothers versus older ones. The older ones were mad at the younger ones for supposedly conspiring not to share the good toys. The younger ones protested that this was the first time they ever got a 'good' toy and that they were tried of being second in line for hand-me-downs one that Master Splinter find on his scavenger hunts, only to get them in pieces or when the toys no longer worked.

At one point Donatello informed Leonardo that the plane use to belong to him, but he no longer wanted it when the propeller stop twisting and the plane no longer rolled. Michelangelo backed Don up by reminded his 'elder' brother about not wanting to share when he first had the plane, so now it was only fair to do the same.

Disliking the fact that his mistakes were pointed out to him, Leonardo retaliated by latching onto the remote Michelangelo held in the attempt to yank itaway. However the young turtle kept his grip on the device as if it was the most valuable thing in his life. (Which it was at this point.) Donatello immediately jumped in to help his orange brother by also grasping the remote. Know that two against one was not fair and not wanting to be left out of a good fight, Raphael joined Leonardo in the tug-of-war.

For a couple of minutes the pulling match went on until the four brothers all lost grip of the remote and it flew up into the air. That's when the shoving began over who was going to catch the seemly floating device. In the end nobody managed to win the fight and the remote bounced of the concrete ground. A large crack developed in the corner of the remote, causing the fighting to break up in squabbling teams of two, Leonardo verse Donatello and Raphael versus Michelangelo.

"You creep!" Michelangelo cried. "Donnie made that plane work for me. ME! And you just had to go and break it before I had a real chance to even make it fly."

"If you shared it with us, this wouldn't have happened." Raphael retorted.

"You wanted to play with it before I had a chance to do anything." Michelangelo snapped. "I just wanted to do at least one loop-de-loop, but you couldn't even allow that to happen."

"Do you know how long it took me to get it working again?" Donatello bellowed. "It took me days, that's how long."

"You didn't have the right to give my plane to Mikey when you fixed it." Leonardo snarled.

"I asked you if you wanted it anymore, even when I did fix it." Donatello pointed out. "But you didn't believe that I could make it work again so I gave it to Mikey cause he asked for it first."

As the bickering when on, the more vicious it became until name-calling was brought in. And when name-calling enters a fight, it was only a matter of time before both sides would start to say regrettable things.

"You guys are such jerks!" Donatello and Michelangelo yelled together.

"And you guys a such brats." Leonardo and Raphael replied in unison.

"I hate you!" The four bellowed at once. "I wish we weren't related."

From there the two teams broke away. Leonardo and Raphael marched off to the couch to watch television. Donatello carefully picked up the damaged remote while Michelangelo took up the plane before the two exited the sewer home for sanctuary elsewhere.

The two young turtles didn't know where they were going to go, nor did they cared. They just wanted to walk off the heated steam they carried. After awhile the anger was gone and soon the two wanted to focus their attention onto the plane.

"Does the remote still work?" Michelangelo asked.

Donatello scanned the device over. "Yeah it looks like it. Just the casing is broken, but it doesn't look like the inside took any real damage." He held the remote out and his brother took it carefully.

"Contact." Michelangelo said as he flipped a switch.

The propeller gave a few weak turns before stopping. A disappointed look came onto the turtles' faces until the propeller stuttered, working at coming back to life. In time the weak spins turned to going smooth enough to sound like purring.

Happily grinning, Michelangelo lightly pressed a lever up to make the plane move forward. "Taking off in…" The plane picked up speed as it moved down the sewer tunnel. "3…2…1!" It took off the ground and sailed through the air without error.

"We have lift off." Donatello cheered while jumping into the air. "I knew it would work again."

"Good job genius." Michelangelo congratulated as he moved another lever to make the plane turn around and it flew towards them.

After watching the toy go over his head, Donatello nudged his brother's arm. "Make it flip."

"Ok." Michelangelo stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he manipulated the levers. But instead of gettingitto do a trick, the plane turned around and dive-bombed at two turtles. Luckily they managed to duck in time for it fly over their heads.

Again Michelangelo tried to make the plane do the requested flip and this time it did a summersault while continuing down the sewer tunnel.

"Turn it around." Donatello said anxiously.

"I'm trying to, but the controls don't seem to be working." Michelangelo replied while messing around with the levers. "I think the drop really did something."

"Let me give it a try." Donatello took the remote from his brother and began messing with the levers. "Meh, it's not responding."

"So now what?" Michelangelo questioned.

"I guess we chase it down and take it back home so I can fix it." Donatello answered. "Leo's going to be gloating over this. He's gonna claim that we deserved what we got cause we didn't share."

"Then I'm gonna tell him that it was his and Raph's fault for trying to snatch the remote and that they broke it." Michelangelo stated.

Donatello gave a nod in agreement towards his brother before the two of them ran after their rogue plane. After going a couple of feet they start to hear voices. "Hey look guys, a plane just land at our feet." A young boy said.

"It's a remote plane, but where is the remote?" A second young boy questioned.

"Probably with the guy flying you idiot." A third young boy said, though he sounded a bit older than the other too. "But whoever's got it isn't going to have it for long." He let out a laugh and the other two boys joined in.

The two turtles stopped a yard away from the voices and hid behind a wall. Carefully they peeked around the corner. "Someone's got our plane." Michelangelo whispered. "What are we gonna do?"

Donatello looked at the three boys surround the toy plane; none of them were holding it. "Cross your fingers and hope the remote decides to work again." Michelangelo did as he was told while his brother flipped the switch on the remote.

"Yo Darren, it starting up." One of the boys cried.

"Looks like someone's trying to get their toy back." The older younger boy stated.

"What are we going to do?" The other young boy asked.

"Let it go and see where it leads us." Darren whispered. "That way we can find out who owns it and beat them up for it."

Donatello pressed down on a lever and the plane started to move toward him. Once it picked up enough sped the plane went into the air, flying towards the two turtles. As it was starting to pass where they were hiding, Michelangelo jumped up and snatched the plane for the air.

"Darren, do you see what I see?" One of the boys squealed.

"Yeah." Darren breathed.

Both turtles froze with fear when he saw the three boys staring at him. The one called 'Darren' was tall with huge muscle all over his body. He couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen years old with buzz cut dark hair, cruel looking hazel eyes, and fair skin. Plus he was dressed like some sort of army boy, complete with the combat boots.

The other two boys were identical twins at the age of either eleven or twelve. They both had short ebony black hair, brown eyes, and were dressed in blue gym suits. The only way that they could have been told apart was the one boy had a white stripe going down the side of pant legs while his brother had none.

"What do ya think they are?" The boy without the white stripe questioned.

"Looks like a giant turtle boys." Darren answered. "Something out the tabloids."

"Say, if we catchthem do ya think we can get a lot of money for them?" The boy with the stripe asked.

"But why sell them right away?" Darren replied. "Let's takethem back to the hideout as pets for a while. Then we'll sell them when were done 'playing' with them."

Both turtle boys gulped as they watched all three boys come towards them. Deciding to forget the plane, they dropped it and the remote to make a run for home. But they forgot how they got to where they were, so they didn't really know where to run. Not that they could have gotten very far, because the three boys were a tad bit faster than they were.

Before the two turtle boys could have gotten very far, Darren had seized them by the backs of their shells. "Oh you guys aren't going to leave, are you?" The older boy asked slyly. "Cause that would be bad if you did."

"Like you could do anything to us." Michelangelo said before giving the boy a kick in the shin.

Darren cringed with pain. "Ow!" He was not happy and he retaliated by throwing the orange masked turtle to the twin boys. They held his arms tight as the older boy balled up his free hand and socked Mike in the face.

Michelangelo began to cry with pain, never had he been hit so hard. Not even his brothers hit him like that before. "I want my father!" He bellowed.

"Aw. Turtle boy wants his daddy." Darren teased and the twin boys laughed cruelly.

"Leave him alone." Donatello ordered as he reached with both hands behind for the hand that held his shell and pinched it as hard as he could.

Darren slammed the purple masked turtle up against the wall and held him there. Then he pushed his balled up fist under the turtle's nose. "If you don't want to get hurt, than I suggest you do exactly as I say." He warned. "Or a bloody lip will be the least of your problems."

"Why are you doing this?" Donatello questioned while timidly pushing the threatening fist away. "We haven't done anything to you."

"Cause I'm a bully." Darren replied rudely. "It's in my job description to be mean." He pushed his fist back toward the young turtle. "So you guys are going to give us any more trouble?" Michelangelo let out a whimpered 'uh-uh' and Donatello shook his head. "Good, then lets go."

Putting the two young turtles in the middle, the three boys marched them back over to the manhole the came down and pushed them up the ladder onto street level. Being on street level for the first time without their master/father scared the two young turtles, but the three boys didn't let them have a chance for fear to set in. Instead they rushed theircaptured prize over to an abandon looking building and ushered them down some stairs that led to place underneath the building.

Once inside the single room apartment, the twin boys pushed Donatello and Michelangelo to a wall on the far side where a medium size pipe was attached. Darren dashed over to a milk crate that was full of junk. He shuffled through the stuff until he found a length of chain with two locks. While the twin boys held the young turtles, Darren wrapped one end of the chain around Don's ankle and locked into place. Then he wrapped the other end of chain round the pipe before locking onto Mike's ankle.

"What should we do to them first?" The twin boy without the stripe asked.

"Let see how hard their shells are." The other twin boy suggested while he pulled two bats out of the milk crate. "At the same time we could be practicing our swing."

Darren waved a hand at the idea. "Nah. I have a better idea." He gathered the twin boys into a huddle and whispered to them.

"That's a great idea." One of them laughed. "We haven't done that in a while."

"I thought your mom threw that stuff away so you couldn't do it anymore." The other questioned.

"Yeah, but I managed to swipe some money out of her purse while she wasn't look and bought myself some more." Darren replied as he walked out the door. "She'll be home any minute though, so we have to hurry." His two minions followed after him.

Once the door was closed, Donatello turned to his orange masked brother. "How's your cheek?" He turned the young turtle's head so he could look at it.

"A little tender." Michelangelo sniffled. "But how are we gonna get outta here?"

Donatello released his brother's head and grasped the chain. He gave it a couple tugs to found out it was quite tough. "I don't know."

"Do you think there maybe keys in that box?" Michelangelo asked while he pointed to the milk crate.

"Maybe." Seeing as he was closest, Donatello walked over to crate full of stuff.

But even with Michelangelo's ankle as close to the pipe as he could get it, the length of the chain was only a yard and the crate was still way too far out of reach. Feeling defeated the two young turtles put their shells up against the wall and slid down into a seated position.

"Do you think maybe Master Splinter will find us before the boys come back?" Michelangelo questioned quietly.

"I don't think so." Donatello replied. "He's not going to be home until later tonight."

"What about Leo and Raph?" Michelangelo asked. "Won't they come looking for us?"

"We don't even know where we are." Donatello pointed out. "How they know where to look for us?"

There was moment of silence before Michelangelo whispered, "…I'm scared."

"Me too." Donatello quietly replied.


A/N2: Well it looks like our boys have gotten a tasted of what a bully is like. Don't you just hate them?