A/N: Time for the unintentional, good natured, fluff to begin… then the hazing, of course.

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Rebecca pushed on her pillow, trying to make to more comfortable. It felt like her head was resting on a mushy cinder block. She wondered if she'd fallen asleep on the arm of the couch again. She twisted, laying to face the other way. She shivered and tried to blindly find her throw blanket that she kept on the back of her couch. Her hand hit something hard and she blinked in confusion. A warm tan color engulfed her vision, confusing her some more. Rebecca looked up.

Her body set into panic mode before her mind caught up. She bolted to sitting up, alerting the person she'd just been using as a pillow. Looking at where her head had just been, Rebecca held her breath. Her mind woke up and a name was supplied for the massive turtle who was blinking at her. Mikey jumped, coming off the couch fast enough to scare her again. He gaped at her and Rebecca could only return the favor. The both jumped when the opening screen on the TV did a sudden melody change. They must have fallen asleep while playing.

Mikey yawned and stretched. "Quit that," Rebecca yawned. "Don't you know that stuff is contagious?" His blue eyes seemed dull. He turned off the TV. He was probably a million miles away at the moment. He sat back down on the couch and pulled her into his side. He stretched his neck, as if it was stiff. "Back to sleep," Mikey slurred.

"I'm cold." Mikey held up a finger and pulled a blanket off the back of the couch. He tossed it over her legs then pulled some to cover up his. The blanket was ginormous and she pulled more up to cover her arms. Mikey's arm went back around her shoulders and he tipped his head back. "That can't be comfortable." She advised. He barely opened one eye to look at her. She blushed. The only way they could both be comfortable seemed too sexual.

Finding some courage, she pushed him so he was laying down. Raising the area where he should have had eyebrows, he let her move him. "Scoot back." He followed her instructions. When he was as wedged into the back of the couch as he was going to get, she laid down next to him. "You better not let me fall." His chest plate was hard against her back but she dared not to wiggle. He jimmied his arm under her head. Reaching, he covered them with the blanket again before wrapping his free arm around her middle. He made a dismissive sound on the top of her head. "Let you fall," he mumbled, followed by another sound.

After a few moments, a sensation started in her back. A vibration that ebbed and flowed with Mikey's breathing started. It was almost like the purr of a cat. When she allowed herself to relax, the feeling engulfed her. His arm was much more comfortable than his upper thigh. His arm around her waist held her tight. The rumble that he emitted soothed her. It only took a couple of minutes before she, too, was asleep again.

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Walking into the front room, Sara eyed the couch. A large blob was under one of the specialty blankets she'd order. As big as it was, it could have been Raph. Why would Raph have a blond wig, though? Taking a few measured steps, the culprits revealed themselves. Mikey was snoring lightly, holding onto Becca like she was some sort of teddy bear. Becca was fast asleep, propped up on Mikey's arm as she kicked back the heavy blanket. Mikey covered her back up and Sara grinned widely. She was going to get some much needed revenge on Mikey.

She pulled out her cell phone and backed into the hall. She debated for a moment. She clicked the record button. "Hey, I don't know if you'll be staying with us, or not, but if you do, I wanted to be able to show you this later…" Sara opted to give a short intro before sneaking back into the living room. "If you stay," Sara whispered. "I don't know if you'll end up with one of the guys or not. I hope that you can see how good they are, especially this big softy right here." Sara filmed for a couple more moments before turning the camera to herself. "And Mikey, this is payback." She smiled and winked into the camera before stopping the video.
Tossing one more look to the two on the couch, Sara went to go to the kitchen to get Donnie's coffee started. He was still asleep and she wanted to have a fresh pot ready for him. It was probably best to get something started for breakfast, too. She giggled as her shoulder twinged. She touched the bite mark she'd received last night. Donnie most certainly deserved a hot cup of caffeine when he woke up. Silently, she gave thanks for their room finally being sound proofed.

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"Mikey," he heard his name being called. "Mikey," the call came again. He grinned. Becca was calling for him. This was a nice dream. He wondered where it would go. "Mikey, come on, wake up, I have to pee!" That didn't sound like any dream he would be having. He blinked, awake. "Let me go, I have to pee really bad!" Becca squirmed. He let go of her and she rushed to stand up. "Where's the bathroom?" She was hopping from foot to foot and he shook his head before pointing down the right hall. Becca jumped over the back of the couch to get there sooner and Mikey watched her run for it.

He was awake now. He rubbed his face and went to grab something to drink. He stood up and turned to the direction of the kitchen to find Splinter watching him. Mikey froze. He didn't blink, he didn't breathe. He wondered if his heart had taken the hint and stopped beating, too. He stared at his father, not willing to twitch. "Sara has made breakfast. Gather Rebecca after she is done and meet us in the kitchen." Splinter turned away. No inflection in his tone let Mikey know if he was in trouble or not. He simply watched as Splinter walked into the kitchen, noticing everyone else was there.

Mikey gasped for air before scurrying over the couch, just like Becca had. When he got to the door, Becca poked her head out. "Family meeting." Becca's eyes went wide. She bit her lip and looked around nervously. "I'm sure everything is going to be okay."

"Then why do you look even more scared than I do?" Becca sighed then squared her shoulders. "Let's do this." She walked down the hall like she owned the lair. Mikey followed her. They'd had a great time last night. They'd played round after round of Mario Cart. She'd nodded off while waiting on a load screen to finish. Mikey had let her slide from his shoulder to his lap while he played with her hair before falling asleep himself. Then this morning, she'd laid beside him. He could tell she wasn't completely comfortable. It was the fact that she was trying to become that way that resonated inside of him.

He dreaded this family meeting more than she did. It was a fifty-fifty split on whether or not she would stay with them. He didn't want to think about her being anywhere else but with him. He wanted to hear her laugh again. He wanted to fall asleep with her again. He wanted to see her smile. If she had to leave, he'd never see her again. He knew he'd never get another chance like this.

Becca walked into the kitchen before him and he looked around. Everyone's eyes were on Splinter. A tower of pancakes, a stack of bacon, a huge bowl of eggs, a dozen pastries, a loaf of toast, and three different juice boxes sat on the table. Sara had went all out. Two chairs had been left open and Mikey pulled out Becca's chair, ignoring everyone. Mikey didn't look at the food, even though his stomach called out for the feast before him, instead focusing on his dad. He took his seat next to Becca.

"Rebecca," Splinter made her name sound like an announcement. No one spoke. Mikey stared at his dad. Could he hurry it up? "Feel free to stay as long as you'd like." Mikey jumped up, whooping. Sara was right there with him and Raph joined. Leo said something to Becca, but he was actually nice. Mik got up and came around to hug Becca quickly before sitting back down. Mikey turned to Becca and noticed she was crying.

Joy rushed out of him as concern took over. Then she bit her lip as she hiccupped and smiled sadly. "Thank you, thanks all of you." She let out before covering her face with her hand. She might as well have reached inside of his shell and squeezed his heart. He rubbed the top of her hair, making it messier than it already was. "Don't cry, Sara's cooking isn't that bad." Becca let out a choked laugh. Mikey jumped as a piece of jam filled pastry hit him in the face. Sara smirked at him with an empty spoon aimed at him. He let it pass as Becca wiped her eyes and smiled. "Not everyone was born to be a chef, Mikey." Sara threw out. "But at least I'm not Leo." Everyone laughed, well everyone but Becca and Leo, and the tension eased. Mikey reached out and started to make his plate, handing everything to Becca who then passed it along to Donnie. Becca sniffed a few more times, but she had stopped crying.

"While you stay with us, you will be expected to help out around the lair, besides that, we ask nothing of you, so don't worry about paying any rent." Splinter went about explaining their way of life down here to Becca. "Sara will help you adjust as best as you can. For now, your trips up to the surface will be limited and you will still have to be blindfolded. If you need anything, please let any of us know. Leonardo will get you a training schedule set up. I expect you to attend morning training, though you won't have to participate." Splinter paused as he put food on his plate. "While you are with us, I hope that you learn how to protect yourself. A young girl such as you living in this city should know how to deal with miscreants." Splinter put up a finger as Becca went to speak. "You will be given time to heal first." Becca backed down, relieved. "Some of our extended family," Splinter chuckled. "Will be coming over later this evening. They are human and should be able to help you understand us a little better." Mikey relaxed and went to eating while he listened to his dad.

"I'd rather you not sleep on the couch every night though." Mikey and Becca choked on the food they had. "There is a second bed in Mik's room, if you don't mind sharing the room. I believe it's where you were taken last night before you decided to sleep with Mikey." Splinter trailed off as Mikey and Becca both tried to clear their throats, both of them reaching for something to drink. The table exploded in cat calls and good humor. Leo, who was on the other side of Mikey nudged him, giving him a sideways grin. Finally clearing his throat, Mikey rasped, "It wasn't like that at all! We were just playing and-" Another round of laughter followed.

"I'm not like that!" Becca's voice was harsh and she was looking down at her plate. Everyone got quiet. "I wouldn't do something like that!" It was easy to see that she was upset. "It was only a joke, Becca," Mikey soothed. "No one actually meant anything by it."

"Well I didn't find it funny." Becca huffed before attacking her food. Mikey turned back to his own food while Mik tactfully changed topics. Inside, he was a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. Becca was quick to joke around. She usually had a great sense of humor. So was it because of what the joke had implied? Was she appalled at the idea of sleeping with him? It had been clear it was a joke, though. She should have been able to laugh it off. Had something happened to her in her past that made her react like that?

Round and round, Mikey's mind swirled and he fretted on the idea that he was the problem. After a few minutes Becca seemed to return to normal. She even nudged him and gave him a small smile, which Mikey took as a 'sorry'. Mikey tried to think of something else, but it was like he was caught in a downward spiral. Mentally he kept repeating thoughts. She thinks you're disgusting. Who would like a freak like you. Why would anyone ever like you. You're stupid to think she'd ever fall for you. You'll always be surrounded with people, but always be alone. Mikey felt sick. He'd always been able to brush these thoughts off. This time they threatened to tear him apart.

"Time for training." Leo huffed as he stood up. Everyone else followed. Mikey stood on reflex, but wasn't paying attention as Becca asked him something. His mind was in turmoil. He moved through the lair with everyone else. Sara had stepped up to talk with Becca when Mikey had shown he wasn't focused on her. When they got inside of the dojo, Mikey's mind seemed to shift. Show her. Show her that you can protect her. Show her that you're the best here. No one else can have her. You'll fight them all. He was paired with Raph for the first round.

Becca sat with Sara who would be explaining the matches for her. Mikey stood tall. He kept his gaze even, only locking onto Becca's blatant stare once before staring Raph down. His brother looked comfortable and cocky. Raph cracked his neck and rotated his shoulders. Mikey continued to stare at him as his mind declared he take down this other male.

The elder adopted a wide stance, arms out, ready for a brawl. Mikey stood facing him, not moving. Raph roared then charged, as was his fashion. Mikey side stepped him, but Raph knew he would. Spinning, Raph grabbed Mikey's arm, primed to throw him. Mikey dipped low, using Raph's momentum to place him above where Mikey had just been. Like a pro basketball player, Mikey jumped up. His shoulder connected with Raph's chin, snapping his head back. Mikey let out a snap kick to Raph's plastron before returning to his feet. Raph stumbled back and Mikey dipped low again, sweeping Raph's feet. Raph landed on his carapace with a solid thump.

Raph wasn't done, far from it. Now, Raph was angry. Mikey's talents were stretched but two that he relied on while fighting were speed and being able to read his opponent. Raph got less technical when enraged. He'd throw aside his training in hopes of simply over powering his opponent. He'd get sloppier the longer Mikey toyed with him. Mikey wasn't in the mood to play. Raph flipped over his shell, using the fall to his advantage.

On his feet again, Raph charged. This time it was with a lower stance. He'd try to lift Mikey up and slam him, if he got a hold of him. Mikey let Raph charge him. The moment before Raph made contact, Mikey secured his arms around Raph's waist. Raph hit him like a ton of bricks. Mikey caved under the force but used it to send Raph over his head, slamming them both down onto the mat. Mikey had been ready, holding his breath. When the force came he was able to get his breathing back quickly and roll away. Raph laid on the floor gasping. "Point, Michelangelo." Splinter called. Mikey looked to the girls where Becca was gaping at him. He smiled, smug. That's right, part of him said. Some male part of him was almost satisfied with her awe.

"Donatello." Splinter called. Mikey paced. Donnie would be a lot harder than Raph. Donnie was the most physically weak of them all, but he was smarter than them too. He would already have five different strategies planned out by the time Mikey breathed. Mikey would have to do something unexpected, and fast. If he took too long, Donnie would catch on and he'd end up on his shell. Mikey growled. That wasn't an option here.

Donnie looked from Mikey to Raph then back a couple times. The light in Donnie's eyes sparkled. Donnie had just figured something out. Mikey huffed. Mr. Know-It-All. He'd dominate him. He'd hit him faster than Donnie's big brain could think. Mikey circled his brother. Donnie looked away, over to the girls. He looked at Becca. Mikey growled and ran.

It wasn't the charge Raph would do. Raph wouldn't think to slide down, knock Donnie off his feet. Donnie went down with a huff. Mikey put his foot on his neck. "Point, Michelangelo." Splinter said again. There was annoyance in his fathers voice. Mikey shook and looked to his next challenger. Leo looked back before entering the mat. There was whispering coming from where Raph and Donnie had joined the girls. Mikey didn't dare to look this time. Leo wasn't someone you could turn your back on.

Leo was different. He was cool and logical. Like Donnie, Leo would already have a plan formulating. Unlike Raph, Leo wasn't easily over taken by anger. Leo would be guarded well with a clear strategy. His movements wouldn't be easily read, his intentions would remain focused. Leo was only slightly slower than Mikey. They were almost matched in strength. Leo was the other one. He was the one who would challenge him. Leo would try to take Becca away.

Mikey snarled. Everyone grew quiet. Leo raised a brow. Mike circled Leo, Leo circled back, mocking him. Mikey lunged, aiming for Leo's arm. Leo pulled back and grabbed Mikey's arm. Mikey twisted his arm painfully to be able to grab Leo's forearm. Holding Leo there, Mikey drew back to punch. As he aimed for Leo head, Leo ducked. Mikey brought up his knee. Contact between his knee cap and Leo's cheek tugged Leo out of Mikey's hold. Leo bounced back a couple steps. His brother rubbed his mouth then turned his head and spit out blood.

Howling, Mikey flipped up, making Leo jump back to avoid a downward kick. Leo took a quick step and landed a two-handed blow on Mikey's plastron. Mikey grunted, the air knocked out of him. This was a perfect opportunity. Mikey brought up his hands, clasping them together and stuck Leo on the top of his carapace. Leo stumbled. Mikey shoved his oldest brother to the side, causing Leo to roll. Mikey sprung, jumping on top of Leo. He primed for another strike, a solid jab to Leo's surprised face, when something wrapped around his arm and pulled him off Leo. Mikey jumped from his new position on the mat to standing, searching for his enemy.

Splinter's dark gaze met his and Mikey panted. The darkness inside told him this was another male. This was another challenge. "Michelangelo!" Splinter barked. Something rushed into Mikey. Realization at what he was doing, who he was facing, surged within him. "I believe you have proven your point." Splinter warned. Mikey hung his head. What had he been thinking? "Everyone else, training is over for the day. Michelangelo, you will stay." Mikey chanced a look around. Leo and Raph seemed put off. Donnie was whispering to Sara. Becca stared at Mikey. Fear was written all over her. She noticed his look and wrapped her arms around herself. Her scent hit him in the nose. She was scared… of him.

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A/N: And… we have reached the part where I haven't written anything in the draft version so you guys are getting everything as it comes to me. I hope you liked it, leave a review. I hope more of you do, the elated feeling I get when I see one is probably like what a druggy feels when getting a free sample. How did you guys like Mikey's attitude problem this go around? I wanted to get kinda complex with him because I feel too often he's underwritten as being just a prankster. It should also be noted that he's not going to have it as easy as Donnie did.