A.N: Apologies for the seriously late chapter. Was swamped with January exams and stuff. All done now though so let's hope I get my muse off his lazy ass lol and get some updates out. Hope you enjoy.

My Enemies Aren't The Ones I Fear

Chapter Three

I couldn't tell him the truth about the Nightwatcher, so sue m. If I had, he probably would've pissed himself laughing or not believed me. I mean, how often do I do something decent for him? Exactly. Only when he's in danger or something like that, like when he was turtlenapped by the Stone Generals, but that doesn't count.

Now I think about it, he's done plenty of shit for me over the years. How many times has he covered for me when I've snuck out? How many times has he took the punishments for my screw-ups? How many times has he listened to me when something is seriously wrong? God I'm a shit brother.

And yet he never says anything about it, just bears it on his sun-worn shoulders with the rest of the weight. And I never once thought about how he felt or what I could do to make that weight a little easier to bear. I was too wrapped up in making his lonely life as miserable as I could. Why? 'Cause I was jealous.

I wanted what he had, all the responsibilities, all the special treatment, all of it. I didn't realise all the shit that came with those perks 'til now. So I'm putting it right. I'm gonna be a decent brother to him. I'm gonna show him I can make him happy. Yeah I sound like a right queer.

And yeah telling him love is a bitch probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. I panicked. There he was, ready for answers, ready to listen to every word I said, and I wasn't prepared for that I was expecting him to start this fuck off long lecture about the Nightwatcher and why he thought I kissed him and why he kissed me back and all that crap. But I didn't get it, and it shocked me, I didn't know what to do.

So I remembered how much he hurt me, and I just wanted him to feel even the tiniest bit of that hurt. I know now how stupid that was of me. Leo takes pain and anger and emotions differently to me. He's always been so temperamental. Ha.

Yeah I said it, and I know it's hypocritical of me, but it's the truth. Most of the time, and I'm talking about before he left, he was unemotional, even cold. But then the slightest thing could set him off. A teasing insult meant as a joke will make him quiet and depressed. A reprimand from Splinter and he's sulking in the dojo all day, trying to make it right. See what I mean?

So god knows how what I said will effect him. He'll probably be meditating on it for hours. I shouldn't have said that last bit. He's bound to figure it out and I don't even fucking love him. I mean, of course I love him as a brother, but I'm on about like a partner.

This is seriously pissing me off.

Big time.

What do I tell him when he comes back? I can't keep lying to him, as much as I bloody want to. Nah bro, I don't wanna slam you against the wall and fuck you so hard you can't walk for two weeks and I'm definitely not falling in love with you either. Yeah he'd like that. He'd kill me. Bastard.

Gah, ain't life a bitch? You go around, saving old ladies from being mugged, chicks from being raped, kids from being bullied, and this is how it fucking repays you, by giving you a crush on your big brother. Someone up there must really find my life pretty fun to mess with. Dicks.

I sighed and chucked my magazine aside. I need a break. Maybe a good long one in some far away exotic jungle, see how he likes getting abandoned for a year and a half. Probably treat it like a mission him.

Wonder if Casey's up for some tonight. Beats hanging around here that's for sure. If it's one thing I hate, it's being bored on your own. Okay, so there's a lotta things I hate, but this especially. I mean, if you're bored with a mate, at least someone's with you.

It's not like that here. Mike's on his video games all night, Don's shut up in his lab and Leo's been meditating or something every night since he got back. Aren't we social butterflies. 'Least we have April and Casey. Without them I'd probably have gone mental years ago.

There's nothing to do around here anymore, one of the reasons I became the Nightwatcher. I could sleep all day and watch the streets at night, sorted. Not now though. Back to boring meaningless days and sleepless nights. Awesome. Maybe I should stop being so sarcastic...nah.

I got up from the empty kitchen table with the intention of grabbing my coat, fetching Casey and busting up a few Purple Dragons. Gotta do something to burn up all this frustration. Casey's loss if he has boyfriend duties. More like April's Bitch duties seriously. He should have it tattooed to his forehead: My name's Casey Jones and I'm April O'Neil's bitch. Gotta love the guy.

"Raph?"

I hadn't realised I'd walked past Donny's lab until I heard his voice, soft and enquiring. I turned around and he'd poked his head out of his door, nerd goggles pushed up onto his forehead. Those things always make his eyes like three times bigger, looks creepy.

"Can I have a word?" He asked casually.

I could tell this was far from casual though just by the way he looked at me. I was sorely tempted to tell him to piss off there and then but there was no getting rid of Don when he was in that mood. I'm speaking from experience here, he follows you everywhere 'til you've got no choice and have to talk about your feelings and shit. Ugh, makes me shudder.

I sighed and followed him into his lab, preparing myself for some long speech about why I have to apologise to Leo and I should stop fighting my emotions blah blah. Honestly, I have to prepare myself for any encounter with my brothers, whether it's Leo's lectures, Don's counselling geek speak or Mike's crazy babbling. Angelina Jolie give me strength.

I leant against one of the work tops lazily, folding my arms across my plastron with as much carelessness as I could muster. Something next to me fizzed and I glanced over to see some beaker full of bubbling chemicals which were spilling over and creating little burn marks on the protective gauze underneath. I moved over.

Just as my brother opened his mouth to say something, his phone rang. He groaned and held a finger up to indicate he'd be just a moment. I shrugged and rolled my eyes. I watched him answer it with vague interest. I valued my life too much to fiddle around with his 'projects'.

"Good afternoon, I'm Donny your friendly neighbourhood tech support, how can I help?"

I toyed with the idea of just leaving, but I don't think Don would appreciate that. He'd probably ambush me the minute I walked back through the door and then drag me away for twenty questions. Rather get it over and done with now then I can go out without the task of working out an escape plan to use when I got in.

"Your computer is 'acting funny'? How so?"

If he starts giving me some shit about how I've been a dick to everyone lately, mainly Leo, I'll tell him where to shove it. I don't need this, I've realised it enough by myself without everyone else piling it on me. Yeah 'cause I'm the one with the least problems right? No job, no responsibilities, no fucking life even.

"Sir, I'm going to need a little more to go on than 'it just is',"

Life's never just straight forward is it? There's always some shit going on that you've got no choice but to deal with, whether you deserve it or not. Well, I've got a lotta shit to deal with, and people just don't get that. They always think I chose to be this way. I chose to have an anger problem. I chose not to contribute round here. I chose to sleep all day like some hobo. Hell I bet people'd even think I chose to feel attracted to my own brother. I wish. At least that way I'd have someone solid to blame.

"Huh uh. Sounds to me like you have a virus sir,"

Wonder what Fearless is doing right about now. It's only been an hour since I said that crap to him and left him in my bedroom. He's probably shut up in his own, meditating or something. Sounds thrilling bro. I really need to stop being so bloody sarcastic. But that'd just take all the fun out of life.

"No, not you personally sir, I meant your computer,"

I rolled my eyes at this guy. It's like they let people at the local mental hospital buy computers. Well, maybe not them, 'cause they'd have an excuse. God I really have no clue how Donny does it. I'd have thrown the phone outta the fucking window by now. Not that we have a window. I have no patience for idiots, seriously. Casey is an exception, 'cause at least he makes up for it when we go out.

"No sir, there's no need to take your computer to your GP,"

I had to repress a snicker at that one. Don gave me a tired and exasperated grin. I do feel sorry for him sometimes. I mean we do take him for granted a lot. Without him, I bet most of us, including Fearless, would be dead by now. And he'd never admit it, 'cause he's too damn modest, blames it all on luck and never skill, but we owe our lives to him.

"I suggest you phone our virus hotline sir...yes I'm very aware it's five dollars a minute,"

Getting fairly bored I glanced around his room for anything worth my attention. I saw the sick-looking throwing star one of Winters' Stone Generals had lobbed at me lying innocently on his desk. I'm glad it got lodged in my shell, that thing's fucking huge. Imagine that stuck in your throat. Talk about pain barriers.

"Yes sir, of course you knew it was a virus. I'm honoured you chose me to discuss your theory, thank you, have a nice day," If Don had pressed the disconnect button any harder, it woulda jammed. "Prick,"

I chuckled, more at hearing him swear than the actual situation. It's like hearing Splinter cuss. It's bloody funny honestly. First time I heard him swear I was in stitches for hours. One of his soaps had ended just as they were about to reveal who'd shot someone and Sensei let out an x-rated rant at the tv. Fucking hilarious. But now I think about it, I don't think I've ever heard Leo swear, no matter how frustrated he is. I'm tempted now to piss him off so much he swears. I bloody need a laugh, specially round this place.

"So come on brainiac, what's up?" I sighed, preparing myself for battle. Need to get my game face on if he's gonna start that shrink shit of his. Besides, there's no point beating around the bush, and he knows that as well as I do.

"I know what's been going on with you and Leo," He said bluntly, his face and voice professionally blank.

"What?! You saw us makin' out?" I demanded furiously, leaning forwards in a mad urge to sock him one for peeping.

"You made out?!" He cried, face contorted in shock. I paused and slouched back against the counter as sloppily as I could manage.

"...No,"

He sighed and shook his head, slumping backwards into his chair and leaving me feel kinda stupid, but indignant. I have my blonde moments. They're rare, but they happen. You'd think Casey would be blonde, then he'd have an excuse. It's not that I care if Don knows, I couldn't care less. It was more the idea of him watching, I do have some sense of privacy after all.

"I didn't see you, but I'm not stupid. I knew this was going to happen," He looked weary, and cupped his chin with a hand, resting the elbow on the arm of his chair.

"Yeah? Well if you're so all-seeing, why di'n'tcha say somethin'?" I snapped irritably, glaring at my brother. For once it didn't seem to phase him.

"Oh yeah, that'd go down well. 'Hey guys. Oh, by the way, you're gonna get attracted to each other and want to have sex.' Leo would have ran a mile and you would have rearranged my face," He scoffed, rolling his eyes and clearly looking unimpressed. I sniggered, more at the thought of Leo shrieking and running off like a girl.

"Yeah I would," I agreed honestly and he gave me an 'I told you so' look. I hate those.

"See? I've known for a long time, since we hit puberty. I wasn't exactly sure who, but I knew it. I thought maybe Mikey before Leo but this is no surprise," He shrugged, looking at me as if I were one of his experiments. I had to repress a shudder, those looks always freaked me out.

I frowned, taking this in. He knew this was going to happen between us? He knew two of us were going to develop these...feelings? This is just fucking crazy. I know Don's into some weird shit with his science, he likes looking at cloning and remodelling DNA and all sorts of stuff, but this is just mental.

"How did you know?" I wondered, my voice curious. I couldn't help it.

I know our life is majorly fucked up. I mean come on, giant turtles, aliens, bloodthirsty ninjas, Bishop, immortals and three-thousand-year-old curses? And that's not even half of it. It's a joke. And this just added one more to this sick existence. If we're going to go sleep with our brothers, might as well know why. Might even be slightly interesting...who am I kidding?

"Well, it's just a matter of instinct and options. Naturally we'd be attracted to other members of our own species. Secondly, there's only three other members of said particular species. So, it's understandable we'd eventually turn to each other, brothers or not. Family cannot dominate over the natural instinct to survive and reproduce I'm afraid," He explained softly, smiling sadly.

I thought about it in silence for a while. It made sense, unlike most of Don's scientific speeches, yet, at the same time, I still found it a little unbelievable. If it was just science, then why did Donny look so...dejected? I know he must've thought about this hell of a lot. He makes it sound like he wishes we wouldn't feel like this, wishes we could just stay brothers, kinda like how I do.

Then it hit me like a sucker punch.

"You like one of us?" A part of me was relieved I wasn't on my own, yet another part felt scared, almost disgusted at the both of us. Glumly, he nodded.

"Not anymore. I've moved on from him, realised he wasn't for me, that he was never going to feel the same," He shrugged, clearly no longer hurting, and sat back up in his chair properly.

"Who was it?" I asked quietly. I almost didn't want to hear it. He hesitated a second.

"...Leo,"

Strangely it didn't bother me, interested me, but not upset me. What is it about Leo? He's a complete teacher's pet, too serious, dripping with angst and OCD. But that's not what attracted me to him. I'd never thought about it until now, but I was surprised to see there was plenty of shit I liked about Leo, even though I obviously didn't show it.

He was protective, attentive to the tiniest detail, eager to please, athletic, compassionate, patient, god I could go on forever. I feel stupid. I've never told him any of this. I never even told him when we were kids and none of this mattered. Leo and I just aren't the type of people who feel okay with just saying what we feel. It comes easy to the other two, Mike especially. But not me and Leo, and I suppose that's why we go through some shit today. Our own fault really but whatcha gonna do about it?

Still, I couldn't help laughing to myself, and he grinned half-heartedly.

"Yeah, yeah I know. We're like schoolgirls fawning over the older guy,"

I stopped laughing and cleared my throat as manly as I could.

"It's just that some things happen, some don't, there's nothing we can do about it," He shrugged again, picking up a pen and twiddling it between his fingers.

"So you're saying go for it?" I grinned wolfishly at him and he offered me a lop-sided smile in return.

"I'm saying be careful. I don't give a damn what you do, but I can't say the same for Mike and Master Splinter. This...these relationships, well, they've been known to completely destroy families Raph. I won't let that happen just because you're both careless," His smile had faded, his expression now distant and severe. I couldn't take him seriously though. This is Don talking about sex and relationships for fuck's sake.

"Fearless and careless don't go together in the same sentence brainiac," I chuckled lightly.

"Hm," He half-agreed, still wearing that far-off look.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, suddenly feeling pretty pissed off by his attitude.

"Is that it?" I asked, exasperated, pushing off the counter to my feet, ready to go.

Seriously, I have some major Purple Dragon bashing to catch up on. And with the mood I'm in right now, it won't take long. Don finally looked at me again.

"Don't you dare hurt him," He said unexpectedly, pointing the pen threateningly at me. I let out an amused scoff.

"What am I gonna do? Fuck him so hard he can't sit down for a week?" I snickered, hooking my hands recklessly into my belt.

"Don't be crude with me Raphael, you know exactly what I mean," He snapped, brandishing the stinking pen as if it were his bo.

I sighed and rolled my eyes yet again. Of course I knew what he bloody meant. Why does everyone round here think I'm out to fucking get Leo's shell? So we haven't exactly been the best of pals lately, doesn't mean I wanna decapitate him or something, geez. What, have I gotta fucking marry him or something before people believe me?

"I won't hurt 'im Don," I said as serenely as possible.

He nodded and physically turned back to his work so I took that as a hint to piss off. Bastard had made me feel really guilty and angry. I can't believe he genuinely thought I'd purposely hurt Fearless, in any way. So we have our rough times but I'd never hurt him. Not even if he, I dunno, trashed my bike or something. Sure I'd be seriously pissed off, but I'd never hurt him. Well, not like in the way Don meant. I'd be inclined to punch a few teeth out, but I'd never really hurt him.

I rubbed my brow with a frustrated 'gah' then continued to my room to fetch my coat. I don't even care if Casey's got bitch duties, I'm gonna go bust some heads with or without him. I'm not gonna cool down here, not with Don the violent pen-wielding shrink. Having Leo 'n' Mikey around probably wouldn't help either, specially not Fearless.

Speaking of Fearless, he was crashed out on my bed when I walked in. I stared at him dumbly for a few seconds, wondering what the hell he was doing here. Then I remembered our 'talk' and how tired he had seemed. I shook my head and went to get my coat anyway.

I don't even sleep in there, got my trusty old hammock strung up in the corner. I've tried to get rid of the bed, to make more room for my weights, but Splinter won't let me, says it's good t'have an extra bed. Don't ask me why I prefer the hammock 'cause I dunno. I'm always tossing and turning in bed, can never get to sleep there. Insomnia's a bastard.

I watched him for a few seconds, my hand resting on the coat rack. I'd never seen him sleep before, not since we were kids. He was restless, rubbing at leaves on his skin that weren't there, unused to the blankets and softness beneath him. No wonder he's still tired if last night was as uncomfortable as this.

Unless I wanted Don asking awkward questions I had to wake him up. Better than leaving him to a bad sleep anyway. Besides, he'd probably rather sleep in his own bed, I know I would. Wonder where he slept in the jungle. In a tree maybe, or a cave or something. Sounds real cosy.

I crossed the room and sat next to him, wondering how to wake him up. He'd normally be wide awake by now, he's such a light sleeper it's not even funny. He must be really tired if he hasn't noticed I'm here yet.

I didn't fancy shaking him. Trust me on that, you do not shake a sleeping ninja. Not unless you've got a fucking death wish seriously. You'd be eating through a tube for the rest of your life, an' that's if you're lucky. Nah, need to find a better way.

I am not kissing him. What kinda sap do you think I am? I'm not touching him whilst he's asleep, he'd chuck me through a wall. Been there, tried that, got the freaking bruises.

Talking to him? Yeah that sounds good, nice and safe. I'll only sound slightly mental to anyone listening at my door. And if anyone is listening at my door, they're a dead man. Or woman. Mustn't be sexist.

"Leo? C'mon bro, time to get up,"

I half expected him to mutter something obscene and roll over like Mike does, but he didn't. He opened his eyes, blinked at me a couple of times then looked around as if to say 'what the fuck am I doing here?' But he smiled at me, eyes weary yet content, and I offered a small grin in return.

"Is it time for dinner or something?" He asked, covering up a yawn. I shook my head.

"Nah, you missed it. Why, you hungry?" Everything felt kinda surreal, as if part of a dream. Yeah, like that doesn't sound screwed up.

"No," He shook his head, not moving an inch from his spot on my bed. Hm, must be comfier than I thought.

"Yeah well, thought you'd better get up now otherwise you wouldn't sleep later," I shrugged, staring at the floor. Come on, it wasn't a complete lie.

"So thoughtful," He grinned mockingly.

"I'm awesome like that," I gave a smug smirk and he laughed quietly, a sound both familiar and missed.

"I wouldn't exactly say 'awesome'," He argued, folding his arms behind his head and pretending to think.

"Oh yeah?" I humoured him, raising a brow.

""Yeah, I'd use maybe 'rude', or 'uncultured', or possible even 'cockface',"

I burst out laughing.

"That's how 'cockface' I am? That doesn't even make sense," I scoffed. He grinned and shrugged.

"It's true though,"

He'd definitely changed. He was cockier, self-confident, and it was a fucking turn on. I'd seen him tired and depressed, angry and determined, even protective and loving, but this, this was new and it made me wanna throw him down and have my way with him there and then.

"Dick," I growled, leaning over and pinning his wrists.

He kissed me before I even knew what was happening. It took me another two seconds to get a grip and kiss him back, my hands moving from his wrists to grasp his hands, tight and wanting. When we broke off, I realised I'd straddled him too.

He looked confused all of a sudden, his cheeks flushed. He bit his lip uneasily, turning his head away. I ignored the need to screw him right there with great difficulty and climbed off him, standing before him. He sat up, looking anywhere but me. I didn't quite know what to say or do, as he was still blushing, but then I had an idea.

"I'm going out, you wanna come with?" I asked gently. He looked up in surprise, and to be honest I can't say I blamed him.

"Where to?" He wondered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand up. I shrugged.

"Just out, prob'ly the streets, then maybe go for a drink," I answered casually. He looked like he was about to agree, then he frowned.

"Do you think Master Splinter will mind?" He murmured softly.

That's it, cocky, sexy Leo just went straight out of the fucking window. Cheers Master Splinter. I knew it was only a matter of time before he came into this mess.

"He won't give a shit," I replied bluntly and truthfully.

"Raph," He reprimanded, frowning at my disrespect. I sighed impatiently.

"Trust me, he won't," I argued, aware of the slight annoyance in my voice.

"Not about you, you go out all the time, I don't," He shot back. I felt him watch me as I went to retrieve my coat.

That was true. I went out like nearly every night and Splinter barely batted an eyelid. Old Fearless Leader suggests going out and god knows what he'll say. A good leader does not have time for recreation! A good leader must never intoxicate his body and cloud his judgement with alcohol! What a load of bollocks seriously. I knew how to handle this. Give Sensei some rubbish about bonding and making the team stronger and it's in the bag. Works every time.

"Leave it to me," I smirked, pulling on my coat.

"What?" He gaped, staring at me.

"You wanna come out, you leave it to me," I repeated arrogantly. He looked sceptical, but agreed and went for his coat all the same.

Ten minutes later we were sloshing our way through the sewers, on our way topside. What'd I tell ya? Bonding excuse worked like a charm. He didn't even ask what we were gonna do, just said be careful and don't be too late coming home. Heck, even I don't know what we're gonna do yet. I was planning on calling Casey but for some reason, I preferred it just the two of us.

"I still can't believe he said yes," Leo remarked, following me through a narrow tunnel. I shrugged. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"I don't think he cared as long as we were getting on," I replied.

It was quiet on the surface. It wasn't too late, but late enough for people to be hurrying home out of the darkness. I had a vague idea where we'd find some trouble tonight, I just hoped it wasn't too much, with Leo still not one hundred per cent and all. Still, he'd agreed to come with me, knowing full well what my night outs entailed.

"We're not getting Casey?" He asked curiously once he'd realised we were no where near his and April's flat. I shook my head.

"Nope. You got a problem with that?" I raised an eye ridge at him and he simply shook his head.

I wondered what it took to bring the cocky side of him back. This certainly wasn't it, he was shy and nervous as if we were gonna be up to a bit more than a couple of scrapes and a few innocent drinks. You ask it of me big bro and I'll be glad to oblige but until then it's off the agenda. No, for now, I just wanted to see that side of him again, that'll do for me. Hm, I wonder how well he can manage his drink...

I've never seen him drink once. Not at Christmas and definitely not on our birthdays, and they're really the only times Splinter doesn't mind too much. I mean, even he's partial to a glass of sake every now and again. Even Don I've seen have a few drinks, but not Leo, never Leo. Maybe it's a bit brainless taking him out without testing his limits but oh well, we'll live.

I knew these streets well enough to know all the bad guy hangouts by now. Contrary to popular belief, the Purple Dragons weren't completely stupid. They'd worked it out, probably thanks to Hun and the Shredder, that you stay in one place too long, you get busted. So, they swap hangouts. Clever, huh? Not clever enough.

Nah, Casey and I figured their schedule out long ago. And Friday night was fight night, an' I don't just mean 'cause I'm itchin' for a scrap. Tonight they'd be meeting in the old shut down boxing gym on the corner of Twelfth. A personal favourite of mine really, plenty of ass-kicking space and lotsa weapons to get my hands on. Sorta reminds me of wrestling, without the fake moves.

"Raph, are you sure this is a good idea?" Leo asked hesitantly, eyeing the grubby gym warily. From the outside it seemed empty, but we both saw the gang members sneak round the back every so often.

"Trust me bro, I've done this before," I reassured him with a roll of my eyes. He can be so fucking awkward sometimes.

"But we'd be hugely outnumbered, and it'll be cramped, not to mention dangerous," He frowned. Great, leader mode.

"For once in your life Leo, stop trying to make a strategy out of everything. I know these things alright? I've been bustin' 'em for a year and a half. There ain't every single Purple Dragon in NYC crammed in there, they meet in groups depending on where they live," I explained, starting to get a little agitated now.

Looking back towards the gym, we heard muffled noises, like the ones Mike makes after I clap a hand over his mouth and before he licks my palm. Fucking disgusting. I knew these sounds well, an' sure enough, we saw a couple of punks dragging this chick towards the back door. I cracked my knuckles appreciatively, time to make this interesting.

"They capture civilians? Why didn't you tell me this?" Fearless demanded hotly, grabbing my arm before I could dash off.

"Because I knew you'd act like this, now follow my lead,"

"Follow your lead?" He repeated suspiciously.

"Yeah, my lead or no one's lead. You're the noob here Fearless," I snickered.

"What's a noob?" He asked innocently, clearly clueless.

I stared at him, stunned for a moment or two, then chuckled and shook my head. I decided not to answer, figuring the moment priceless enough. Instead I crawled my way through the shadows towards the back of the gym. Leo was hot on my trail, and it felt fucking good to be the leader for a change.

No matter how many times I see him falter under the weight, fall short of Sensei's screwed up expectations caused by this leadership, I still loved the power it gave me. Probably because I was merely borrowing it, shouldering the power without the weight before I have to give it back and the weight crushes my brother once more.

What can I say? I'm good with weights.

Pressed against the cold brick and ignoring the scratching sounds our shells made when they scraped against it, we could hear the Dragons' excited yells and cheers for their 'entertainment' echo throughout the night. They were a sick lot, just crude and all about sex and causing trouble. Nothin' like the Foot with their traditional ways and methodical tortures. Dunno which one pissed me off more to be honest.

"So what do we do, oh great leader?" Leo whispered mockingly, and when I looked at him, he almost seemed like the Leo from earlier. Funny, what a bit of bloodlust can do to a person.

"What do you think we do? We go in there an' we have a good time, that's what," I answered, pissed.

He pulled a face, clearly doubting my plans. The guy's so used to strategies and caution he's probably forgotten what the phrase 'winging it' means. Dunno why I even asked him to come of that's the case. I guess I just wanted to get to know the real Leo. Yes I'm very aware how corny that sounds at the moment so shoot me.

"I don't know Raph," He mumbled, biting his lip nervously. I sighed and reached across to gently caress his cheek.

"Trust me," I whispered.

"I do," He breathed.

And with that I took his hand and led him int the unknown.

To Be Continued

A.N: I'll try not to be too long with the next chapter, only I need to work on the second chapter of Experiment (Leo/Don) before this. Hopefully I can kick my overworked muses into gear. Thanks for reading and please review. Love you!