I used to be good at endings. Now they're all just so cheesy and I apologize for that.

I was going to post this two hours ago but I got sidetracked by... I don't even remember and now it's two a.m. Again.

THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING. LITERALLY I SQUEAL AND CHANT 'I HOPE THEY LIKE IT' OVER AND OVER AGAIN EVERY TIME I GET AN EMAIL.

AND THE ANSWER TO THE REVIEW I GOT: YES. THAT'S A GOOD IDEA YUKIO87. A VERY GOOD IDEA. I WILL DO THAT. LEO PAIN IS ON THE WAY MY FRIEND.

So apparently I have no self control and have decided to give you something every night at around two a.m. until I run out of drabbles. This is probably not a good idea. But I can't help it, I love you guys too much and I'm guilty of not updating every single other story I have. Good news: A new chapter of every story I have is in the works! Bad news: I haven't touched them in a couple months probably!

So consider these a peace offering?

this one is just eh angst. no one gets hurt or dies, but I thought it was maybe heartwarming? Ish?

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND I'M SORRY ABOUT MY ADDICTION TO THE CAPS LOCK.

I own nothing. I'm not kidding.

6 Window- Sometimes Mikey wishes they had windows in the lair. Maybe he'll settle for looking into everyone's eyes because, after all, they are the windows to the soul. -how Mikey is so in tune with his brothers moods.

It started when they were all about seven. Mikey caught Raph sneaking off in the middle of the night. Naturally, being the little brother, he followed.

Raph didn't realize it until he'd reached a barred gutter looking out at the city. He'd demanded to know why Mikey was there.

Mikey didn't answer. He was too busy looking out the gutter at the new world. He seemed so mesmerized, Raph let it slide, on the condition he didn't tell anyone about their little adventure.

A few weeks later, Mikey asked Don why they didn't have any windows. Don told him it was for their protection, because windows worked both ways. If they saw out, then the surface would be able to see in, and if people saw them, things would get bad really fast.

So Mikey decided that yes, windows would be a bad idea. But in a lair with practically nothing to do, Mikey found other forms of a window.

His brothers.

It was like each of them was a different city, a different world. And their eyes were the windows in.

He studied one of them for weeks, seeing how their eyes changed in different situations, how they lit up in fun times and darkened in sad ones. Then he'd move on to the next brother for a few weeks.

Raph was a fiery world. Sometimes the fire was light, sometimes warm, sometimes it burned low. But mostly it was wild. There were a few times when it raged out of control, and usually afterwards it burned low. Almost like it was put out.

Leo was a calm and cool world. Mostly it was like a soothing yet focused breeze. But then there were times when it turned into a hurricane. Usually when he and Raph got into it. When the hurricane died down, though, it was a barren wasteland.

Donnie was a hard one to crack. His world seemed forever changing, moving like the parts in the watch they had found once. His window was calculating, calm, and frustrated. And Mikey had only seen it dark once, when Raph's shoulder was hurt in a fight with Leo.

The windows only ever got bigger through the years, letting Mikey realize just how complex a world could be.

Raph was rarely ever light and warm, now he was usually only ever wild and raging. Mikey had seen him burn low one too many times.

Leo was getting harder to read everyday. He was more cold than cool now, but Mikey could usually see past to what he was really feeling.

Donnie continued to change, he would light up in different ways to different things. His world had darkened on more than one occasion now, and it was hard to tell if he was angry or sad. Maybe it was a mix of both.

Sometimes Mikey wondered why no one seemed to notice when one of them was feeling down. They were faking being happy, forcing smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes.

So Mikey made it his mission to keep up with his brother's worlds.

When Raph was raging against Leo's hurricane, and there was an undertone of a low fire, Mikey would follow him when he ran out, just to see if he was okay.

When Leo's coldness was hiding a wasteland, Mikey would spar with him to bring back the breeze.

When Don's world was burnt out like gears, Mikey would make him take a break and give him new ideas on what to build next.

It was what he did.

Because he never wanted to see the day that Raph burned out. He never wanted to witness it if Leo's wasteland didn't start back up. He didn't want to be there when Don's gears stopped working.

So he helped in the way only he could. And he looked through the windows.