Summary: "Letting go, that's the easy part. It's forgiving that's the hard one."
Characters: Michelangelo & Tyler
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Written On: July 13th, 2012

A/N: Hello everyone, this chapter was a bit harder for me to do as I struggled with trying to figure out to portray Mikey. He seems to be harder for me to characterize but I think I got a good idea of Mikey's personality.

Featured in this chapter is Tyler, he is a character from Season 1, Episode 24, "Lone Raph and Cub." That was one of my favourite episodes from the first season. I must have re-watched that episode at least a dozen times before I finally got his personality down. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

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03: Changing

"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
— Marilyn Monroe

The rain fell continuously outside the window, small droplets constantly pounding against the glass. Tyler stared out the water stained pane, pouting at the seemingly endless downpour. The morning forecast had called for heavy rainfall for the whole week. He was trapped inside his apartment, unable to go outside and play. He disliked the rain; all it ever brought was disaster. It had rained when his parents fought and it had rained when they announced their divorce. He frowned at the wet weather and flicked his finger at the window, hoping it would make the rain disappear. It did not.

"Tyler," he heard his babysitter call out from outside the bedroom. Tyler did not turn around, not bothering to acknowledge her presence. He continued to sulk at the terrible weather conditions. "Where are you?" she yelled out, sounding worried. Tyler listened as her footsteps passed by the door and moved further down the hallway. "Tyler, please just come out!"

The young boy glared at window, seeing his face being reflected back in the glass. His face expressed anger but his eyes were full of sadness. He tilted his head, averting his gaze from the mirror image. He didn't understand why the sky had chosen to rain today, of all days. It was as if the clouds were sending him an omen that only misery laid in his future. "Tyler, come out! You are gonna miss your new baby brother's birth!" his sitter said desperately. "I don't know why you would want to miss that!"

Tyler's mouth formed a firm and permanent scowl at the mention of his new brother. It wasn't mandatory for him to be present at the hospital. The whole reason his babysitter was here was because his mother wanted someone to watch him while the baby was being born. He had told his mother he wasn't going and he was keeping true to his word.

Shadows were cast into the darkened room as his babysitter stood behind the door. It would appear that she had finally found him. "Tyler? Tyler, I'm coming in," she spoke softly, pushing the door open. Light from the hall poured into the master bedroom, forcing the darkness to flee. The brightness of the lights illuminated the bedroom and Tyler. He leaned against the window frame, ignoring the lost shadows and his babysitter.

Outside the window, the storm was worsening. The grey clouds churned in the sky above, becoming restless. Lightning flashed across the sky, blinding any who were unfortunate enough to be walking through this squall. Tyler gasped, shuffling back from the window. The lights in the hallway started to flicker, there was another flash outside and the lights died out.

The room grew darker, as did the rest of the city. Tyler stood still as his babysitter ran beside him, dropping down to her knees and examining him. "Are you alright?" she asked as she ruffled his hair. Tyler swatted her hand away, making the sitter frown. She rose to her feet, glancing out the same window that Tyler had been. The entire street was covered in darkness, the only source of light coming from the storm.

"Tyler, I'm going to go check to see if they can get the power back on. Stay here," the older female commanded, turning on her heel and disappearing out of sight. Tyler watched her fleeting figure and then returned to his place on the windowsill. He disliked thunderstorms and the rain, to him there was no difference and they were equally depressing. "Dumb storm," Tyler mumbled under his breath, impatiently observing the powerless metropolis.

The storm wasn't letting up and as the thunder rumbled in the background a darkened figure appeared on the building across the street. Curious, the young boy pressed his hands on the glass to get a better view of the mysterious person. He saw the body moving, reaching around and pulling out some kind of rope. It swung the rope with one arm, tossing it across the street and latching it onto the top of Tyler's building. He stood upright as the shaded shape ran off the edge of the building, swinging on the rope like Tarzan.

Lightning crashed down and Tyler heard an odd, girlish scream. For a brief second he could see the being illuminated. The person was green-skinned and had a giant shell on their back. Tyler's eyes widened in surprise, making him press his face on the glass in excitement. Raphael! He thought with a grin. It must be Raphael! The green turtle man veered left, his course changing drastically. He was no longer flying down the street, but rather coming straight towards Tyler.

Tyler screamed running back from the window and diving under his mother's bed. He covered his head as the high-pitched wails grew closer. The window suddenly shattered as the green terrapin crashed through the sheet of glass. Tyler heard the body tumble, breaking more glass and then it stopped. Tyler opened his eyes, peeking through his hands. The turtle had rolled into the side his mother's antique dresser. A few glass figurines were lying on the ground, crushed and beyond repair. Tyler knew how important those collectibles were to his mother, they had been a gift from her grandmother and she adored them.

"Raphael!" Tyler yelled loudly at the turtle with surprise, climbing out from under the bed frame. "Are you alright?" Tyler carefully manoeuvred around the broken glass pieces, stopping beside the upside down turtle. "Owwww," the turtle moaned painfully, in a voice that was unfamiliar to Tyler. "Raphael?" he asked, cautiously bending over as he further examined the turtle.

His skin wasn't the same shade as Raphael's; it was brighter and more jade in colour. Raphael's skin was a darker, forest green. Tyler knew this turtle was not the loudmouthed, short-tempered one that he knew and that made him uneasy. He moved backwards, placing himself beside the bed. The turtle blinked, gradually opening his eyes and finding himself in a dark, alien place. The floor was on the ceiling and the ceiling was on the floor. His head also ached and he kept hearing his hot headed brother's name being called out.

"Raph? I'm not Raph," he muttered rubbing a hand over his eyes. He blinked again, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He lifted his head up, cranking his neck around to get a better view of his surroundings. It would appear that he was in an apartment bedroom, his body lying the wrong way up. The turtle carelessly pushed his feet off the dresser and flipped over, landing on his stomach and facing the dresser. "Ow ow! Okay that hurt more," the turtle whined, realizing the foolishness of his action. "But maaaaan, what hit me?"

"A glass window and a dresser," Tyler stated bluntly, standing above the reckless turtle. "You crashed into the window and broke all of my mom's glass dolls." The turtle stared up at Tyler with momentary shock and then gave off a sheepish grin. "It was an accident?"

"Not for my mom's stuff," Tyler said sourly assisting the turtle onto his feet. The turtle stroked the back of his neck nervously, inspecting how much damage he had caused. Shards of glass and porcelain covered the floor. The room looked like a hurricane had swept through it and given the weather outside it looked like that was about to happen. With all of the broken glass pieces, it was hazardous to even move a toe.

"Aww maaaan. Master Splinter is gonna make me do a hundred flips when he finds out I did this!" the turtle whimpered, rubbing his arms. Tyler looked at the turtle, now able to see his entire body. The turtle resembled Raphael in some ways, but appeared shorter and seemed to favor a bright orange to Raph's deep red. He was also dressed in some weird green and orange costume that had an oversized 'T' on his chest in orange. Tyler rose an eyebrow at the attire, not certain what to make of it. "Are you supposed to be a superhero or something?" he asked with confusion. The turtle was stunned by the boy's words.

"I'm the Turtle Titan!" he yelled out in disbelief. "I'm a member of the Justice Force!" Tyler just blinked, the name seeming unimportant. "Doesn't ring a bell," he replied with a shrug. The turtle's face went from shock to horror and he paced about in a frenzy. "How can you not know the Turtle Titan? I've saved this city hundreds, no, millions of times!"

"The only 'Turtle Titan' I've ever seen was Raphael, say do you know him?" Tyler had noted how similar the pair appeared and thought that they must have been related. "You look a lot like him."

"Oh yeah, I know him," the titan halted, saying his words in annoyance. "I have the head bumps to prove it!"

"Huh, Raph did mention he smacked his brother a lot. Are you him?" Tyler asked looking up at the turtle. He frowned at the thought of his brother smacking but he nodded his head at Tyler, answering his question, "Yeah, I'm Mikey—Michelangelo. You met Raph? When did that happen?"

"He saved me and my mom from some thugs last year!" Tyler exclaimed with admiration. He spun around, rummaging through one of the dresser drawers, looking from something. He pulled out a tape recorder and held it up for Michelangelo to see. "My mom's a reporter and she recorded some bad stuff those mobsters said and was going to use it to send'em to jail but she got kidnapped! I met Raph and he saved her! He's a hero."

Mikey stared the tape recorder strangely, poking one of the buttons on the box. Nothing happened. Tyler returned the recorder back to its rightful place, facing Mikey once more. "Did Raph ever mention me?" he asked with a hopeful look. It was no secret that Tyler saw the angry turtle as something of a role model. He was brave, strong and didn't take any back sass from anyone. He had saved his mother from danger and didn't walk away from Tyler even when things looked tough. He had been hoping that he would be able to meet with Raphael again.

Michelangelo paused, thinking over previous conversations that he had with his older brother. A light bulb flashed inside his tiny mind when he came across a certain discussion that had mentioned a young kid. "Yeah, he did. You were the kid he ran into when our father was missing," he said more quietly. "Uh, sorry about this whole mess…I'll pay you back for it but I should probably be going."

Mikey began to walk towards the window, intending to head home. Lightning flashed just outside the broken window, startling the pair. Tyler had his eyes shut, shaking at the sudden blinding light. Mikey had yelped, knocking over a nearby vase in surprise. Tyler stood there watching Mikey move, interpreting his clumsy footsteps as him leaving and yelled at him, "Wait! Don't go!" The orange turtle rotated his head, hitting the wall when he felt something crash into his side. "Oof! Little dude!"

"Sorry," Tyler mumbled the apology, stepping back from the turtle. Mikey rubbed his now sore cheek, glancing down at Tyler with irritation. "Not cool, owww," Mikey grumbled tenderly massaging his cheek. "I'm not a cuddly teddy bear! I'm a turtle! What's with the sudden cling-to-Mikey act anyways little dude?"

"I'm not little! I'm eight and my name is Tyler!" Tyler yelled out at Mikey, crossing his arms and scowling. He disliked it when people referred to him as small or a child. He had a name that he would have liked to be used. Mikey rose a brow at the boy's reaction, sighing. "Sorry, Tyler," Michelangelo said placing emphasis on Tyler's name. "I still kind of need an answer dude."

"I don't want to be alone in this storm," Tyler whispered, too low for Mikey to hear. The turtle eyed the kid, unable to understand him. "What?"

"I don't want to be alone in the storm, I'm scared," Tyler repeated a bit louder. Mikey had to strain to hear him, but was able to make out most of the words. He glanced at the window, noticing how heavily it was raining. If he left now he would just get soaked and despite being an aquatic creature, he still got just as sick as humans did when exposed to the rain. "Alright little dude, you win for now," Mikey said as he walked over and sat on the bed. Tyler joined Mikey on the bed, sitting just beside him.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Mikey coughed, only adding to the awkwardness. He didn't know what to say to the child and Tyler didn't know what to say back. "So, uh, interesting weather we're having, huh?" Mikey asked, attempting to make conversation. Tyler glanced out the broken window, watching the water fall. "I hate the rain," he said with thorough hatred.

"Of course you do," Mikey muttered under his breath. Time for a different approach. "So, Tyler what's new?"

"Mom's having a baby. I'm gonna have a little brother I think," Tyler said uninterested. Mikey blinked at the boy, suddenly smiling. "Congrats dude! You must be pretty stoked but…what are you doing here instead of being at the hospital?"

"I didn't want to go," Tyler said plainly, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed. "Didn't want to go! Little dude this is your baby brother's birth! How can you not want to be there? I so would!" Mikey said staring at the boy like he was some kind of alien monster. "Just didn't," Tyler replied back.

"Nuh uh, there's more to it than that. Spill," Mikey commanded scooting closer to Tyler. He turned his head, glaring at Mikey. The turtle was determined to get an answer out of the boy, regardless of whether he wanted to tell or not. "He's not even my brother," Tyler said shifting his eyes back to his feet. Mikey scratched the top of his head. "What do you mean? Is he adopted or something?"

"No, we just don't share the same dads. He's my half-brother, or whatever," Tyler answered with a shrug. Mikey sat quietly, able to see the problem starting to form right in front of him. "So, your mom's remarried then I'm guessing?" he asked cautiously.

"No, not yet," Tyler replied back. "She and Doug were supposed to get married in the fall or something, but she got pregnant."

"Okay, so then does that mean you're parents are divorced?" Mikey enquired while watching Tyler's face. He seemed to be conflicted, his face was full of annoyance but his eyes said otherwise. They looked almost upset. "Yeah, though it's too early for mom to be getting married. She and dad only split three years ago! She can't be having a baby either."

"Ah ha, now I see the problem," Mikey spoke with a snap of his fingers. Tyler didn't look up, too caught up in his thoughts. For an eight year old, he had encountered numerous problems in his life so far. He couldn't just ignore them either and somehow he was always thinking about them. It was the weather, rain always made him bitterer.

"Your parents are divorced but you don't want them to be, right?" Mikey asked, catching Tyler by surprise. The boy hadn't thought the turtle would figure it out so easily. He stared wide-eyed for a moment before turning away. "Maybe," he murmured dangling his legs.

"So, because of that you don't want a little brother," Michelangelo said glancing at the damaged room, spotting a picture frame on the nearby night table. It was a picture of Tyler and two adults, one woman with dark, short hair and a man with a balding head. Tyler looked much younger in the image; it must have been taken from before the divorce Mikey assumed. Mikey's words seemed to verbalize Tyler's inner thoughts, just in a more simplistic manner.

"He's still your brother little dude, even if you don't want him. There are days when I don't want to be related to my brothers, but once you meet him you'll love him," Mikey said with a smile, expecting Tyler to smile back. The boy kept quiet.

"He's not my brother," Tyler said stubbornly, refusing to call the unborn infant his sibling. Mikey frowned at Tyler's attitude, finding him to be too much like his red-banded brother. Mikey grabbed the picture frame of the end table, holding it up to Tyler's face. "This," Mikey said pointing to the picture, "was your family Tyler, but now it's gonna be bigger. It's gonna change, it'll be more fun."

"I don't want it to change!" Tyler shouted, smacking the picture frame away. It fell from Mikey's grip and smashed against the ground, shattering. Tyler's hands balled into two, tight fists. "I don't want a new dad, I don't want a new brother, I don't want anything new! I want it to be the same!"

Mikey winced at high tone Tyler's voice had taken. The boy was set on not accepting change and rejected it. He sighed, the room becoming tense. Mikey didn't know how to respond to Tyler's out lash. He never had to encounter a problem like that before. He decided the best thing to do was just keep quiet. He paused, waiting for Tyler to calm down.

Tyler kicked the broken frame with his foot, not caring for it. He felt an odd anger stirring inside of his body. It made his chest tighten and burn. He didn't like that that sensation, it was wrong. Tyler walked over to the bed and sat on it, staring down at his feet. Mikey watched the boy, not liking the heaviness in the air. It was time for some comedy.

"Uh, hey. My master is really old and has a lot of really old and wise sayings. Actually there's one that he taught me that I think you might understand." Mikey coughed, clearing his throat. He closed his eyes and hunched over, copying his rat father's pose. He opened his mouth and spoke out in a poor imitation of his master's voice, "Young birds will always want to stay in their nest because they are too afraid to fly. But as long as they look ahead they will never have to fear what's left behind."

Tyler blinked, staring at Mikey with a blank expression. He didn't know whether to laugh at him or cringe. His performance was rather bland and unexciting, with no humor in it. "What's that to suppose to mean?" he asked, not comprehending the phrase. Mikey stood up straight, making a face at Tyler.

"What it means little dude, is that you can't keep dwelling over bad stuff," Mikey explained in his usual lighthearted method. "You need to accept what happened to your parents and just move on."

"But what if I don't want to accept it? What if I just want things to be the same?" Tyler asked, giving Mikey an even stare. The turtle looked down on the boy matching his intent look. Neither seemed willing to stand down. Raphael wasn't the only stubborn turtle of the family. Mikey was known for not having the best of attention span, however when he did focus on something, he never gave up on it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly at Tyler. "I know little dude but if you don't, you'll just end up being afraid of change and that's not cool. You need change. It's like, part of the circle of life!" Mikey waved his arms about, trying to show childish Tyler was acting. Tyler's scowl only grew widener at his words. "What do you know? Your parents didn't divorce!"

"Er, well, yeah. That's true but…" Mikey said embarrassed.

"Exactly!" Tyler called out, pointing a finger at Mikey's face. "You don't know what it's like! This isn't the Lion King, there's no circle of life and I'm not some animal like you." Mikey flinched at Tyler's insult, feeling offended by the small child. "Ouch, harsh words little dude."

Tyler's eyes widened, allowing him to recognize how rude he was acting. He lowered his arm, staring at his feet humiliated. "Ehm, sorry."

"It's all good, but seriously Tyler you can't keep being upset about your parents' divorce," Mikey spoke with a serious tone in his voice. "And why not? Everything was fine until they split up!" Tyler countered back. "It was better before, why would I want that to change?"

Mikey became silent, unable to answer Tyler. He knew he hadn't experienced what Tyler had gone through but he still wanted to help. He rested his chin on his hand, thinking of a way to aid Tyler. Nothing that Mikey thought of was useful though, most of his ideas would only make things worse.

"Look, being upset doesn't change anything," Mikey spoke exasperated. "If you keep being angry, all it'll do is make you angrier. You'll be worse than Raph!"

"Worse?" Tyler asked, puzzled by the words. Mikey nodded his head at the boy. "Yes, worse. Raph's not broody because he likes to be, it's because he always keeps thing bottled up inside. He doesn't like telling us his problems and it makes him angry. You're doing the same thing but you're gonna end up worse." Mikey took in a breath, continuing. "He does eventually get over stuff, but only cause he let's go. He doesn't always dwell on stuff, but when he does it takes a lot for him to let go."

"What's the point to all of this?" Tyler interrupted, bored of the conversation.

"I was getting to it! Let a turtle finish," Mikey said pouting at Tyler. "My point is that Raph does get over stuff and he accepts it. Even if he doesn't like it, he'll still accept it. You're not doing that little dude and you should."

"But I don't want to!" Tyler yelled once more, making Mikey jump. The turtle covered the sides of his head, mimicking the motion humans did when they heard loud noises, or yelling. Mikey knew the conventional method was not working on Tyler. It was time for him to the guilt the boy into seeing the truth. "Okay, I know how you feel, but how does your mom feel little dude?"

Tyler opened his mouth, about to comment but stopped. He hadn't really thought about how his mom felt, he just cared for his own feelings. "She, uh, she's happy I guess," Tyler said with uncertainty. "But she's upset that I don't want a new brother. I think it's making her sad."

Mikey looked at Tyler curiously. "Are you sure little dude?" Tyler nodded, his head bobbing. "Yeah, me being mad is making her upset. I don't want to hurt her. I just don't like how everything's changing."

"Nobody likes change, but it can be a good thing," Mikey said grinning. "I mean, if we all stayed the same how boring would that be? I would not be the same amazing, handsome turtle I am today!"

Tyler laughed a little, agreeing with the orange turtle. "Yeah, I would still be really short!"

"And you wouldn't have met Raph either," Mikey added. Tyler looked at Mikey with surprise, thinking more clearly. If his mother hadn't decided to be daring, she wouldn't have been taken. Tyler wouldn't have escaped and ran into Raphael. Things changed, sometimes for the bad but also for the good, that was what Mikey was trying to tell him.

"I guess that change isn't such a bad thing. I still don't like it though," Tyler declared, crossing his arms. Mikey smiled at the boy, messing up his hair. "You don't have to like it little dude, you just need to accept it. If you can, it'll be easier."

"Yeah, I guess," Tyler said smiling a little. He waved his hand, trying to get Mikey to stop ruffling his head. "Plus, now you can teach your little brother what I just told you," Mikey spoke looking down at Tyler happily. The boy sat still, slowly answering, "If I want to be a good big brother, I have to teach him stuff, don't I?"

"Yeah, you do little dude. You gotta look out for him," Mikey spoke, thinking about his own brothers. "Family is all you have at the end of the day. Me and my brothers are close, even if they try to harm me daily. We'll always take care of each other—"

"—because that's what brothers do," Tyler finished. Mikey nodded his head at Tyler, poking him on the forehead. "Right on the dot little dude."

"Well, maybe having a little brother won't be so bad," Tyler said with a faint smile. Perhaps a new little brother would be a good thing. He was still upset by another problem. "But I still don't want a new dad, I'm still mad at my own."

"Hey, it's alright to be mad for a little while, but don't get like Raph and be mad forever!" Mikey said resting a hand on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler stared at him, his mind still in discord. One side of him was agreed with the turtle's logic but another side completely dismissed it. He couldn't decide. "Mikey, what am I supposed to do? Let go?"

"Ah, well little dude," Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Letting go, that's the easy part. It's forgiving that's the hard one."

"But how can I forgive my dad when I'm still angry at him?" Tyler questioned further, not satisfied with the turtle's answer. "You don't have to forgive, not right away. Give it some time and you'll be able to bury the hatchet."

"Bury the hatchet?" Tyler was once again confused by the turtle's words. Mikey smacked his forehead, amazed at the child's lack of common knowledge. "Kiss and make up. Settle your differences. Forgive him! Sheesh," Mikey said annoyed. "And don't be mad at your new dad, whenever your mom marries him. He hasn't done anything to you."

"Yeah, Doug is kind of nice to me. But I'm still not sure," Tyler spoke softly. Mikey smiled at the boy, getting up to his feet with sudden enthusiasm. "Like I said, give it some time and things will work out. Now how about we stop acting all gloomy and start having some fun!"

The two new friends spent the next twenty minutes talking and playing. They were just having fun, something Tyler sorely needed. They talked about anything, ranging from favourite superheroes to how to look after a cat. Tyler thought over Mikey's words, taking them to heart. He was right, as weird as things had been, he was right. Tyler had to accept what happened and let go, otherwise he would only get angrier and angrier. He didn't want that to happen and would work hard to make sure it didn't. Besides having a new brother meant he had somebody to boss around, like Raphael did with Mikey.

The lights suddenly flashed back on, somehow the power had been restored. Tyler stared up at the ceiling, as did Mikey. The rained had let up, no longer spilling into the room and soaking the floor. Tyler and Mikey had attempted to clean up the room but only ended up tapping towels over the broken glass.

Mikey frowned when the power came back and got up on his feet. "And that's my cue to go little dude," he said sadly. "The Turtle Titan has done his job for the night but now must disappear."

"Do you have to go?" Tyler asked, looking at Mikey with his infamous puppy eyes. Mikey closed his eyes, shielding his face from the cuteness. "Puppy dog eyes are my weakness! I can't look at them! I can't take the cuteness!" Mikey ran towards the window, slowly peeling back the tapped curtains and climbing through. He turned back to face Tyler with a smile. "I need to go little dude, but I'll come back and maybe visit you someday."

"Yeah, but trying using the front door first," Tyler said laughing. Mikey just scowled at the boy before jumping out the window, swinging on the rope he had left outside. "The Turtle Titan goes away!" Tyler waved at Mikey, watching him fly through the street and land on the roof. Tyler stood there, waiting until he heard a door open, indicating that his babysitter was back.

"Tyler, I'm back and—what happened!" the sitter cried out upon seeing the disaster in the bedroom. She dropped her wet umbrella, grabbing hold of Tyler's arm and pulling him back, away from the danger. "The Turtle Titan crashed through the window," Tyler replied causally, as if the mess was the most natural thing. "I…what? Tyler what are you talking about?" The babysitter was about to further question the boy when her pant pocket started buzzing. She reached in, pulling out a cell phone and holding it to her phone. "Hello? Yeah, it's Annie…What? She did! Okay, we're on our way now!" Annie threw her cell back into her pocket and faced Tyler with a grand smile. "He's born! You're baby brother was just born!"

Tyler stood gapping at Annie in disbelief. His mouth closed, forming a small smile. "Really?" he asked. "Well, why are we waiting? Let's go!" Tyler grabbed hold of Annie's hand, dragging the older teen towards the front door. "Woah, woah! Hold your horses buddy!" Annie yanked on Tyler's arm, stopping the boy mid step. "Since when were you so excited about your little brother being born? Last time I checked you didn't want anything to do with him."

"Yeah…" Tyler's head lowered shamefully. "I know, but it's just, he's my little brother! I have to take care of him and look out for him! No one else will! And—and I have to smack him when he acts dumb, like Raph does with Mikey!" Tyler said assertively, tugging on his sitter's arm once more. "We need to go!"

"Smack him? Tyler you can't do that!" Annie yelled with alarm. "I didn't mean now! I meant when he was older. Now go!" Tyler pulled on Annie's arm with more force, eager to head to the hospital. Annie sighed, following the enthusiastic boy outside the front door and locking it behind her.

Tyler ran towards the elevator, jumping with every step. He was excited. He had a new baby brother, he still didn't like how things were changing, but the difference was he was slowly starting to accept it. The first step was not being mad at his new little brother. He was actually eager to meet him, a bit wary but still eager. He was a big brother now and that meant he had new responsibilities. He needed to be a role model, show his little brother how to play the sports and what shows and superheroes were cool (and he could even boss him around). But more importantly, he would teach him it was alright to change, even if he didn't like it, because without change the world would be a lot more boring.

A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun for me to write, it was a bit harder for me to get into Mikey's head but I think I did an okay job. I promise the next chapter won't be as long, so you don't have to kill your eyes from reading all of this text. Hope you enjoyed reading it and see you next time!