A/N: Side note, if you haven't seen the new movie, you totally should! It was amazing! I loved it! And I'm going to try to veer off and do a couple stories that flow with the newer movies. Till then my stories will stay in every universe like they have been.

Sorry, guys, but I might make some of you cry in this one.

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As far as he knew, Donnie hadn't said anything to anyone, and Mikey couldn't express how happy he was with his brother. But, oh boy, did he try. "Here's some strawberry pop tarts, bro," Mikey winked as he set the frozen cheap pastries down on Donnie's desk as his brother answered yet another call on his head set. Donnie raised an eye at him but nodded and mouthed 'Thank you', so Mikey skipped away. Everyone else brought them to him after toasting them, only Mikey knew that Donnie liked them cold. It was cleaning day for him and he set about the lair with ambition to get it done as fast as possible.

Becca was out on another interview and this time April had gone with her. Sara was in bed cursing Donnie and anything male. Telling everyone earlier had been fun. April had been thrilled. Casey was confused. Marcus had waited until he'd heard the why, which had honestly made Mikey laugh, to nod and congratulate them. In the end it ended up with Becca and him pulling out the baby magazines and getting other's opinions on stuff. Everyone agreed that they would have to get the baby something in their own favorite colors, regardless of what the parents said.

The faster he got done, the faster he would be able to start getting Becca's surprise done. He'd started planning that morning when she took off. Now, he was fine tuning the details inside his head as he bounced around listening to his music. Something simple and easy but if he did it right, he was sure she would love it. If there was one way to a woman's heart, it was through her stomach. Any romantic movie that he'd ever seen a guy cook in, usually turned out great for the guy. Becca already knew he could cook, but he wanted to make her something he hadn't gotten the chance to yet.

He nibbled on his lip while holding Donnie's science magazines. Usually he would hide them somewhere, but today he set them back down on the coffee table. The scattered mess of baby magazines with pages bent and mangled from so many people passing them around would have been next. Instead, Mikey couldn't help himself. He sorted the science magazines and the baby ones together, so they were in a pattern. Science, baby, science, baby, Mikey chuckled as he did the closet thing to a prank he dared pull on his brother.

He finished everything else then started in on his mission for the day. It involved cleaning his room. He could clean the whole lair without a problem, but cleaning his room always seemed like the hardest thing in the world to do. He would straighten it up then ruin his hard work looking for something. Then he'd have to clean it again, only to mess it up once more when he couldn't find something else. It was a never ending process and he huffed as he set to work.

It was getting late and he was almost done when he heard April warning Becca that Splinter wouldn't like something. Sara was sitting at the dining room table. She'd relinquished the relative safety of her bedroom when he started to cook. "It's freezing up there! There is no way in hell that I am-"

"Klunk?" Mikey gasped. Becca was holding an orange kitten in her hands. Even though it looked like a tiny ball of fluff, he could tell that it was probably already sick from worms and who knew what else. Still the tiny ball was bright orange, and squirming, playing with Becca's finger's. It was warm and it wasn't being hurt, so it wanted to play.

The memories of his long dead cat came back to him and hit his heart hard. He'd never forget taking Klunk with him above ground while he patrolled that night. He'd never forget the tiny orange body of his one and only pet as he breathed his last breaths. The sound of the car that had mercilessly hit the innocent speeding away when they saw someone rushing to help the cat. His eyes watered. He didn't even feel a sting. The tears came on fast, without warning. Only after they had started to fall did he feel the lump in his throat, feel the wetness on his face and the hollowness of his stomach.

"What's clunk?" Becca asked, confused.

"Klunk was Mikey's old cat who… passed." April tried to explain with discretion.

"Oh, Mikey, you never told me you had a cat before." Becca looked down at the orange wiggling mound in her hands. Mikey had never thought of getting another cat to replace Klunk. No cat would ever be able to fill his paws.

Becca chewed her lip, looking between him and the kitten. "I couldn't just leave it, it's getting really cold up there. I wanted to keep it, or at least find it a home. Would you help me?" She held up the kitten who mewed at the movement. Bright green eyes shone at Mikey. Curious, the kitten mewed again, trying to bat a paw at him. It took a deeper kind of strength than he knew he had to reach out his hand. The kitten batted at his finger before asking to be petted, rubbing his head against Mikey's finger.

There was an ache inside of him that told him it would be okay, and that Klunk would have loved to have this little guy around. The ache also said that this kitten wouldn't replace Klunk. Klunk had been there first, so he always would be first. Slowly, Mikey took the kitten from Becca. He looked it over. Female, and flea ridden, but old enough to be weaned and eating solid food, the bloated belly letting him know that worms were there.

"First, I need you to help me convince Splinter to keep him." Becca's smile was soft and a little playful when Mikey looked back up to her. Just behind her was Mik and Splinter who were smiling. Well, Splinter was. Mik looked nervous. Just for a second he saw something familiar in his father's eyes. Mischief flashed before his dad opened his mouth. "And," Splinter said a little louder than he needed to causing Becca to jump. "Just how are you going to provide for the kitten, Becca?"

Mikey was glad for his mask. It caught most of his tears and he didn't have to wipe his face too much before he was sure he looked like he was in control of himself again. "I-uh-well-Mikey-I-um…" Becca fumbled, stumbling over her words. Mikey couldn't help but to grin at her. He shook his head at his dad, who gave a small grin back at him. "You said you wanted to find it a home, right?"

"Yes!" Becca sighed in relief.

"I'll take her, if that's okay." He wouldn't actually take it, but it would give her enough leeway with his dad that she'd be able to keep it.

"But, I could provide for her, I got a job!" Becca announced suddenly. April had walked away, rubbing her head long ago, not willing to be a part of everything, but spoke up now. "That's right, she got a job at the pharmacy."

"It's the one that me and Sara went to, to get her vitamins. The lady at the register was the manager and she liked me. She saw us walking by and stopped me." Becca bounce 180 degrees to face him, forgetting his dad. "I got a job!" She squealed, suddenly remembering to be excited over something besides the kitten. Mikey cupped the cat in one hand as Becca launched herself at him. The grumble from the cat who latched it's tiny claws into his hand was ignore as he hugged Becca back.

"That's great, Becca!" He forced himself to sound happy. She got a job. She'd never said anything about staying here. He couldn't expect her to. She was a human. She belonged above ground. It would take a little while but she would leave. She would leave the sewers and him. Too much pain was in his heart. He held onto her. She didn't pull away, and he was thankful because he was already telling her goodbye.

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She was walking around on air for the rest of the night. Splinter had agreed to let her keep the kitten. She'd told Mikey that she'd honor Klunk and named the kitten Klatter. Mik had been nervous about the who thing. Becca guessed it was because it was a cat and not too long ago, Mik would have had a good number of reasons to be afraid of the predator. The kitten was small enough that it only saw Mik as something far bigger than it's self and had decided that Mik and Splinter were both it's friends. Mik didn't seem too thrilled, but once it was clear the kitten didn't want to eat her, Mik nodded her consent as well.

Then other people showed up, drawn by the commotion. Sara groaned that Becca's boss would never let her live down that one night, but soon stole the kitten away. Everyone heard her when she yelled at Donnie, telling him to make sure his lab door was locked at all times and to put any mutagen into a lock box. Leo just seemed to accept that there was going to be another being living with them and walked away, going back to whatever he'd been doing. Raph stood around, waiting to see the kitten. Sara brought it back and almost handed it over to Becca before Raph snatched it up. "Do not pee in my room," Raph warned the kitten. With that he handed it over to Becca, huffing a warning to her as well. "You'll be the one cleaning it," he grumbled.

All in all, everything seemed to be going great. Then Mikey went to the stove and everything got better. Spaghetti, a giant pot filled with it, and two skillets of sauce, sat on top. Her stomach growled and she remembered that she hadn't eaten since she'd left earlier. Mikey opened up the oven and pulled out four trays of meatballs. Her mouth watered as he dipped them into the sauce and turned the heat up, letting them simmer. "Oh, that looks so good!" She gasped. Mikey grinned, but something was off about his smile. "You bet," he supplied.

He didn't seem right. He should have been shining when she complimented his cooking. "Hey, wasn't it my night to cook?" She accused. Not that she minded at all, he still didn't know. "Surprise," he beamed. Still, something was off. She put it away as the memories of Klunk, which had probably been hard for him. The smell of meat must have hit the kitten because it started to mew loudly. Mikey broke up a meatball and blew on it to cool it. The kitten greedily accepted the treat.

She and Mikey smiled to each other as the kitten yawned between bites. It finished the meat ball then fell asleep in her hands. "Go put her in my room, she can use one of my blankets until we can get her a bed." Becca nodded at Mikey. He was starting to dish out food and everyone was gathering back in the kitchen. Out of everyone, he was the best cook, by far, and his family never stopped letting him know as much. The only time any of them seemed happier was when there was pizza. The family's love of pizza was nearly comical, but Becca couldn't complain.

She stepped into Mikey's room and had to take a moment to make sure she was in the right room. Everything was… clean. Not just clean, but organized. The towers of tapes and DVDs, CDs, and comic books were nowhere to be seen. In a corner by his closet was a new tower of boxes that were labeled. His room looked, empty. But there was something new there. A small table and two chairs. Two candle sticks sat on top of the table along with two sets of silverware.

She sidestepped the odd placement and went to his closet. His blankets were on the top shelf, the last time she'd seen them. Inside of the closet was an even bigger shock than his room. His room, she was used to it being messy, and never completely clean. His closet was the catch all for him, so she hadn't expected there to be any difference here. Instead it was filled with boxes, labeled and stacked neatly. The few items of clothes that he had, were hung up and all of his blankets were now folded neatly. If it wasn't for the drawing desk, superhero posters and orange bed set, she wouldn't have been sure she was in the right place.

She grabbed a sheet, leaving it folded up, and set it on the floor. Placing Klatter on top she took a moment to pause and steady herself. She had a job, she had a pet, and Mikey had went on a cleaning rampage. So many new things, she chuckled to herself. The sound of ceramic tapping something startled her. She whipped around and caught Mikey setting down two giant plates of spaghetti.

He pulled out a lighter as he set down two cans of Orange Crush and lit the candles. Becca's mouth dropped. "Dinner is served, madam," Mikey said nervously, holding out a chair for her. She tried to close her mouth but she kept looking back and forth between him and the set up. He was trying to be romantic! It was the cutest, coolest thing anyone had ever done for her. "Oh, Mikey," she breathed, finally able to work her mouth. She sprung at him, latching onto him. He held her tight. She liked how his arms were big enough that he still held her by her hips when he hugged her. She felt like he could save her from anything.

She gave him a small kiss before taking the seat offered to her. A candlelit spaghetti dinner, she had to give him props, it was a great idea. "How did you find her, by the way?" Mikey asked, pointing to Klatter. "She was trying to eat some garbage. I looked for her mom, or ever some brothers or sisters, but I couldn't find any. I'll try again, but I think that she was abandoned." Mikey hummed around a bite. Becca dug in. It was like an orgasm in her mouth. Everything was perfect. "You've got to teach me how to make this," she begged.

"It's just spaghetti, anyone can make it." Mikey laughed. Becca blushed. She tried to look away from him. "Becca, don't tell me you don't know how to make spaghetti." Mikey laughed even harder.

"My parents always had someone else cook. I was never allowed in the kitchen." It was hard to say, but it was true. She hated sounding like she was still some spoiled brat. She'd learned a few things, but in all honesty, she wouldn't feed half the things she made to a pig. "Wait, are you saying you don't know how to cook?" Becca wasn't sure how much of the horror he displayed was for show. "Like, you burn water and all that jazz?"

Becca flung a meatball at him with her fork. He caught it in his mouth and ate it while she stewed in embarrassment. "I can teach you." He offered. Becca huffed and shoved a bite into her mouth. It was so hard to be mad at him while she ate such great food. Damn him for knowing her weakness. "Fine," defeated she mumbled. "But no teasing me."

"Aww, but-" She flung another meat ball at him. This time he was off on catching it and it hit him in the middle of his eyes before rolling onto his plate. His facial expression made her laugh. There was a line of sauce from his bandana to the top of his mouth. The way his nose was pressed back had assisted in the perfectly formed meatball in it's slow decent. Grimacing Mikey removed his bandana and used it to clean up his face. Then he glared at her.

Before she knew it a meat ball hit her in the forehead. The warm plop of sauce startled her before it fell and hit the tip of her nose, falling onto her lap. Mikey laughed hard and she giggled as she wiped her face with her napkin. She readied another meatball. Mikey opened his mouth, ready for a redemption shot. Becca lifted the fork, aimed, then stuck the meatball in her mouth. "No way am I wasting good food," she grumbled playfully around the bite. Mikey laughed and followed her lead.

They talked about the kitten, what all they wanted to get her. Then about her new job. She'd be working the late shift, and it was actually pretty close to the time when the sun went down. Mikey would be able to walk her to work. Then Becca asked something she'd been wondering for a while. "Why are you still doing children's parties? You're a best seller, after all." Mikey grinned wide. It was like he was letting her in on a secret. "Because I like to do both. None of us really get to be around kids at all, so it's like, my one chance. Well, until Sara has hers," he added. "But I like doing it. It's like playing video games or reading comic books." Becca nodded. She'd figured it had been for money, but she should have figured that Mikey would have liked to be in the spot light.

"It's crazy that she's pregnant. I don't think she knows how to feel about it yet."

"Yeah, I don't think any of us do either, we never thought that any of us would have kids." Mikey nodded. They'd said similar things before, but Becca gripped her shirt underneath the table. It was great to be all fun and games, but she needed to know how serious he was. "One day, it could be us worrying about it." Becca said in a whisper before stuffing her mouth with as much spaghetti as she could fit in it.

Mikey nearly choked on his drink. He gasped and coughed then looked at her. She kept her eyes down, on her plate. It was when he didn't say anything and started to eat that Becca felt like she'd been hit in the stomach. He should have said something. He should have laughed, or teased. He should have said, or done, something, anything. Instead, he ignored her. He never just ignored her. "I'm stuffed," she said, after a few more bites. She couldn't just sit there anymore. The food was like lead in her stomach.

"I'm going to bed, I walked around half of New York today." She stood up and Mikey didn't look at her. "Good night." She forced out. He kept silent, only nodding his head. She made herself walk out of his room. Once she closed the door she bolted for her room. Before she got in, tears were falling and she felt like she'd lost everything. Why hadn't he said anything? Why had he just let he go like that? What did she do that was so wrong? "Idiot, idiot, idiot," she crooned into her pillow. She couldn't express how grateful she was that Mik wasn't there.

Everything felt like it had fallen apart. Why did she have to be so stupid. Of course he didn't want to talk about her ever getting pregnant. What guy ever did? She sounded desperate and stupid. Maybe he didn't even want to… She was human, maybe everyone had been wrong. Maybe it had all been a game to him. Maybe she was just another source of entertainment.

Her heart was breaking. The pain she felt crippled her. She cried into her pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of her sobs. Mikey had rejected her, and any idea of a future with her. She was alone. She'd opened herself up to him and he'd slammed the door to her heart in her face. As she felt her heart fracture she let herself fall into despair. She'd save every penny she could. As soon as she could get away from here, away from him, she'd be gone. She wouldn't bother any of them any more.

The pain of guarding herself once more was worse than breaking. Walls she'd dropped she built back up. To build them she needed anger. She found that the most difficult thing to do. She didn't want to be angry. She didn't want to have to do this. She didn't want to hurt. She wanted to run into Mikey's room and clear everything up, to find out what was going on, why he was like this. Instead she forced herself to lay down a new layer on her heart. She was a game to him. She'd been fun for a while, but he was done playing with her.

Pain and anger were brick and mortor. She lay there, changing herself. Tears continued to fall and her sobs became wails as her world changed. She'd leave as soon as possible. So she wouldn't have to see him, so she wouldn't have to live with this feeling. So maybe one day she'd heal from this.

A/N: Sorry guys, but not everyone can have such an easy time, like Sara and Donnie.