Not Enough

Raphael tossed and turned in his bed, but it was no use. Sleep was eluding him once again. He sighed and sat up, automatically reaching for his weapons and gear. Not that he needed to go armed at home. Not usually. But since Luna's arrival, Raph had been keeping his weapons closer. Her enemies were varied and dangerous, and some of them would not be kept out by the deceptions that misled humans.

Raph headed down toward the kitchen to grab himself a drink. At least that's what he told himself he was doing, but really it was just an excuse to pass by the infirmary door and look in on the girl. He smiled at the thought of seeing her tiny form tucked into her nest, in the flickering candlelight.

A memory flashed across his mind.

Luna had only been conscious for a few days, and Raph knew she was scared and hurting. He longed to hold and comfort her, but he would not hurt Leo that way. So he asked, instead, if he could bring her anything to help her feel better. She had shyly requested some additional cushions for her bed, and he had gathered a few for her.

He wondered rather aimlessly around, taking a small pillow from the couch, and picking a few from the storage area. Each time he returned with one, her smile grew a little larger on her battered face, and he felt compelled to seek out another.

Why one little girl needed so many cushions had been beyond him until he checked on her later that evening. She had created a huge, soft, nest in the middle of her futon and was snuggled down in the center of it, sheltering like a tiny bird. Sleeping peacefully for the first time since she regained consciousness.

The next day, he turned the house upside down, and gathered every single pillow he could find. He quietly added them to her nest without comment. Some were extras donated by Donnie and Mikey.

Raph gave her all of his.

He blinked, coming back to the present. She really was like a rare tropical bird. Something glorious and precious that needed protection. He would make sure she had it.

Raph frowned as he neared the infirmary door. The room was dark, and that was odd. Luna was afraid of the dark. Raphael had made sure that everyone knew to keep a candle burning for her at all times. He paused in the doorway, and panic gripped him. Luna wasn't there.

Raph's gaze darted frantically around the room. There was no sign of a struggle. Stay calm, he instructed himself. Maybe one of the guys had helped her to another room. He knew she was getting restless in the infirmary.

Raph glanced up towards his and Donnie's rooms on the second level. No lights there, so he headed for the main living quarters. As he entered, he saw Don coming down the far staircase.

"Donnie, did ya move Luna?" he demanded.

Don nodded, and Raph let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Ya scared me Don," he said more quietly, "I thought she'd been taken, right under ma nose."

Don nodded again, a little sadly, Raph thought.

"Where'd ya take her?" Raph asked.

"Leo's room." was the quiet reply.

Raph's heart sank. He knew Luna deserved far more than he could offer. Fearless was certainly worthy of her. God help Leo if he ever hurt her though. Brother or no… Raph sighed.

Don laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's get some tea" he said quietly, and led Raph back toward the kitchen away from his brother's sleeping quarters.

Raph slumped dejectedly at the table while Don puttered around the kitchen. Soon, one of Splinter's best tea sets was between them and they sipped companionably for a time.

"It's been a month." Don said finally. "Luna is mending, and her enemy, whomever it is, hopefully still thinks she is dead. I think it's time for a little investigating."

Raph nodded slowly, wondering where Don was going with this.

"I, for one, am not going to sit around on my shell, until this enemy finds out Luna is alive and comes back at her with even more force." Don continued.

"And..."

Suddenly all trace of the gentle, laid back, Donatello was gone. In his place stood an absolutely lethal ninja assassin.

"I am going to kill every last one of those son's of bitches that laid a hand on Luna."

He smiled fiercely.

"Wanna help?"

An exhausted Leo lay quietly, his arms wrapped firmly around a sleeping goddess and wondered just exactly what had happened. One moment he had been trapped in the usual nightmare, the next someone was tearing his heart out.

He shuddered and pulled the goddess closer. Luna had been in his room, and he had attacked her. He had ATTACKED her. Guilt flooded his system. At least he had somehow healed her as well. All these new abilities popping up kept him very confused.

Then she kissed him. Impossible, but true, and tried to walk out of his life. He may have been confused, but not enough to let that happen. He stopped her the only way he knew how. If Luna wanted him, he was more than happy to acquiesce.

She hadn't run from the monster. She'd called him beautiful. Would she still think the same when she awoke?

Now that she was asleep, he was alone with his thoughts and feelings. He wondered why that felt strange. Then he realized he didn't 'hear' anyone else. No loneliness, no longing, no pity. Had his brothers gone out? Unlikely at this hour. He squinted towards his clock in the dim glow.

Glow?

Sol was quivering softly between their heads on the pillow.

"Sol?" He breathed quietly, so as not to wake Luna "What. Happened."

Sol zipped straight up into Leo's head, all prohibitions forgotten.

luna tried to free leo from the soul bond. Sol made the mental equivalent of a shrug.

luna failed.

"What? Back up. Let's just start with what she was doing in my room." Leo said.

smart one said that leo was hurting.

Sol projected Don's concerned face talking in the infirmary, but Leo couldn't make out the conversation. He had to rely on Sol's loose interpretation.

leo hurting made luna angry. luna asked to see leo, so smart one carried luna up.

The vision was Don carrying Luna swiftly up the stairs towards Leo's room.

"She was worried that I was in pain?" Leo asked.

yes. leo is luna's soul bonded.

Sol projected a vision of several silvery glowing threads, woven around some that carried a very familiar shade of blue.

Leo took a moment to digest this. Luna's soul piece was bound to him? Nothing would make him happier, but...

"She came up to break that bond?" he asked horrified.

no! luna stopped leo's hurt and showed leo how to stop others feelings getting in.

"But then she decided she didn't want me?" he asked, his heart heavy. It seemed that he was not enough after all.

no!

Sol projected the next vision almost violently at him. It was Luna's tear streaked face as she gently stroked a sleeping Leo's cheek.

leo and family are special! luna thinks very bad things happen if luna stays. if other gods find family. luna thinks if leo was unbound, family would be safe. luna would be lost, but leo would be happy.

I don't want Luna to be lost! Leo's mind screamed. "She can't do it, can she?" he asked desperately.

no. Sol was very smug. Father made sure.

Sol provided a much more elaborate vision of the same weaving. In this one, the silver and blue threads were bound about and held together by thousands of super thin gold threads. Helios, had indeed intertwined their fates.