((Writers note: I have been away from this Fanfiction business for a long time. A few years in fact. Unfortunately there have been some difficult times in my life lately, but also some good times. I have celebrated the birth of my second daughter, lost my granddad and will be married in less then 4 weeks. So I guess I needed to escape a little.))

Bundle of Trouble

Chapter Seventeen

Slithers of hazy sunlight began to flood back into the city casting long lazy shadows across the glinting snow. Robyn sat quietly as she watched the four brothers locked in a deadly battle of will and power.

Leonardo paced feverishly back and forth only taking his eyes off Raphael to glance in Robyn's direction, his face blank and emotionless. Robyn wished she could read what he was thinking, understand how he was feeling right now, even just to lessen the cold guilt that squirmed and twisted her stomach. Desperately she watched searching for some minute sign, the smallest hint or tell tale give away that things would, in the end be relatively okay.

Raphael crouched low to the floor not daring to let Leo out of his sight for a second. Breathing heavily his shouldered shuddered as he tried to rein in his increasing fury. What the fuck was up with his brother? He had never seen him like this and although he hated to admit it, it frightened him. Keeping his feelings well hidden he continued to glare at his elder brother, as usual he wasn't going to give anything away that easily.

Michaelangelo and Don sat uneasy in their positions between the warring brothers, each hardly daring to breathe as the atmosphere in the room clung heavily around their bodies. It seems as if they would be locked together in silence for all eternity until someone could break the calm before the enviable storm.

Jon sat huddled against the cold morning wind and it ripped across the rooftop sending snow shattering in its wake. The frost that had formed on his coat cracked softly as he pulled it tighter against himself. Wait, that was all he would have to do. Everything was in place. She would have to come out of there sooner or later and then, then she would be all his without her freakish monster to hide behind. Jon wasn't sure what that thing was, but if it was alive then surely it could be killed too.

Reaching into his inside pocket Jon pulled out a pistol. The cold metal bit into his hands and he slowly attached the silencer. This would be clean, easy and so very satisfying.

"So what are we going to do now?" This words sounding more like a hiss as they cut through the air. Raphael waited for an answer, the pause hung in the air daring anyone to confront it. Michaelangelo flicked his gaze nervously between his brothers his body quivering as he prepared himself. This was unlikely to end well.

Leonardo quickly snapped back to reality. He could feel the red hot daggers of rage as they knifed their up his back and stabbed into his heart. The black hatred slowly began to seep and poison his soul, obscuring the edges of his world until all that remained was himself, Raph and years of resentment. Clenching and flexing his fists Leo's features began to twist as he continued to glare at his brother, fighting years of frustration and envy bubbled below his clam surface threatening to explode. God, he could just put his sanctimonious arsed brother over right here and now. Raph had hit easy compared to him, they all did. What the fuck did Raphael have to be so god damned anger about all the time? He didn't have the responsibly that he had shouldered most of their lives, the responsibly that came with keeping the family safe, protected day after day. Sacrifice everything thing, fuck, Raphael could be himself he didn't even have to sacrifice that. They were all the same, Mike with his fun and laughter and Donatello with his inventiveness. All that He could have been was snuffed out at an early age, and for what, the sake of his 'family'. Christ they didn't know they were born. But he, he would make sure they would wish they hadn't!

Raphael's controlled breathing did little to smother the embers of rage that were now smouldering inside him. If Leo was going to ignore him he would just have to make him listen! Rising slowly Raph spoke gain. "Well?"

"Nothing's changed." Leonardo's voice was cold and distant

"For fuck sake Lee!"

Donatello and Mike began to tighten their stances. This definitely wasn't going to end well.

"Screw the bitch!" Raphael continued. "She's nothing but trouble, whatever she's got her sorry ass into it's not our figh-."

Suddenly Raphael could feel himself being hauled up by both his arms. Leo was stood above him his fist still balled tight. The dull metallic taste of blood caught his tongue as Raph wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and stared at the thick red line smeared across his skin.

A piecing scream and the crash of door brought Leo's senses flooding back as the room around him brightened into view.