Here I am! With an update and everything! Yay!

"Do I hear my best best besties ever?!" a voice hollered through the lair. Mikayla, fever not broken but lowered to a near manageable temperature, had woke up snuggling one very affectionate turtle and had heard an unmistakable giggling from a few doors down. Danica and Lindie were having a gossip session- without her!

Danica, now with considerable feeling back in her legs, gasped as she heard her youngest sister shout. "That's Mickie! C'mon Lindie!"

"Don't call me that!" but she allowed her younger sister to drag her up and off the bed and into the hall, following the sound of their youngest's voice. Dodging around a very surprised looking turtle in red, they soon found themselves reuniting with Mikayla.

"Mickie!" Danica leaped toward her, practically tackling her onto the bed and accidentally elbowing Mikey in the face, who yelped and backed up as Lindreanna joined for the three way hug.

"Omigosh, you guys!" she squealed, hugging them both. "I missed you!"

"We missed you too! Are you ok?! How do you feel?"

"I'm great now that you guys're back! Oh, and don't worry; Mikey's been awesome! But guys, like seriously, tell me what he looks like? Cuz they told me I'm hallucinating, and every time I look at any of them I see giant turtles, and he won't tell me! Ooh, Danica, are your eyes all better? Have you guys seen Reyna yet? Oh, and Lindie, are you seriously paralyzed?" she prattled on, speaking in a rapid fire way that could rival even Michelangelo. "Ooh, you guys, guess what? I had the coolest dream! See, we were all in the middle of the ocean, and-"

As her little sister continued to babble on, Danica looked over to Mikey, who was sitting there and staring at them. "Um, s- sorry…" she blushed a bit. "Was it you I hit? M- My bad… um, exactly how many of you turtles are there?"

Oddly enough, it wasn't he that answered. "Four," Lindreanna piped up, her sharp voice effectively cutting off Mikayla. "And their father is a rat, quite literally. Am I right?"

"Duuuuude!" Mikey's baby blue eyes were very wide. "You're totally a Jedi!"

She actually cracked a smile. "No. But I am looking forward to a meeting with your sensei… Splinter, yes?"

"Yep!" he leaned closer. "So, is your face really paralyzed? When'll you be able ta see again?"

"Who knows?" Mikayla didn't sound all that concerned. "But its Lindie-"

"Don't call me that."

"She'll be totally fine! Hey, Mikey, can you do me a favor and find out where our other sister is? Rey? Ya know, black hair, blue eyes, pink 'n red highlights, a real jerk sometimes?"

"What? Oh yeah, she's in Raph's room. Wanna go see her?"

"Yeah!" Mikayla held out her hand, making puppy dog eyes and silently asking him to help her up. He stepped forward, grinning, plenty happy to help, but he was promptly stopped.

"Mikey, don't even think about it!" Donatello stepped in and swatted his hand. "She's still sick, or are you forgetting what happened the last time you interfered with her treatment?"

"O- Oh, yeah… sorry, dudette."

"Aw Mikey, its ok," Mickie stuck her tongue out at the genius. "Not cool, techno dude. This's worst than jail; at least there you get one phone call."

Danica rolled her eyes. "As if she'd pick up anyway. We've been out for days; our phones are long dead. And-"

"MY PHONE!" Mikayla suddenly shrieked, beginning to tear at the blankets and patting down her clothing frantically, and pretty much looking like a crazed maniac. "My phone, my baby! Where is it?! Where is it?! Where. Is. It?!"

"Check your bra, dudette."

The room went dead silent, as everyone but Mikayla turned to him with very wide eyes and concerned expressions. Mickie, of course, instantly retrieved her beloved cell phone and rubbed it against her cheek for a brief moment, before kissing the screen and cooing "Aw, are you ok?! Mommy's sorry! She didn't mean to ignore you! Forgive me baby, please!"

"Mikey…" Donnie began very slowly. "How do you know that?"

"What?" he shrugged, grinning unashamedly. "We were nappin' and cuddlin' and stuff, and when I woke up and she was still sleepin', I looked down and-"

"Woah-kay,I don't need to know!" the second youngest turtle face palmed. "Uh, ladies, please excuse him. He's kind of, um… how do you say? An idiot."

"Hey!"

"But he's actually harmless. Ah, Miss Mikayla? Ma'am?"

"Thaaat's me!" she gave him a dazzling grin, beaming and perfectly content now that she had her beloved cell phone, charged or not.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed for at least another day, but um, if you'd like, I might be able to check on your sister, arrange a meeting?"

"Oh Donnie, would you really?" Danica cooed. "That's so sweet! We'd really appreciate it if you would! Could you, please?"

"Oh yeah, pleeeeaaaase?"

"Um, of course," he shifted uncomfortably for just a moment, not at all used to having the attention on him. "I think she's awake tight now; I can go see."

"Yes!" Danica pumped her fist. "You are awesome!"

…

Reyna was in a pretty good mood, all things considered. She'd been given something to eat; wonton soup without the wonton. It was actually pretty good, and felt great another stomach. Raphael and she had had a semi-friendly conversation that lasted almost a full minute… pretty good, considering the last time they'd conversed they'd both shoved deadly weapons in one another's faces. She was feeling a smudge better after the hot broth soup and some bitter tasting tea; her lungs were still sore and rattle, but her throat wasn't nearly as itchy or dry.

But now she was tired, and couldn't sleep. She just… couldn't. She felt restless and hopelessly tired at the same time, the way she often did when she had a fever. She wouldn't admit it (probably), but she could really use a visit from her sisters right now; have Lindie run her fingers through her hair, have Danica read to her, have Mickie lay down and snuggle with her, the way they always did when she was sick. She was actually kind of lonely; she may have been unconscious for a while, but she could tell a lot of time had passed, and she never did appreciate it when she was kept from her sisters. They were her family, her team, her best friends. They were one unit, a four-way package; you didn't get one without the other three. That was the way it had always been, and the way it would always be. She missed them greatly.

So when the hotheaded said-bearer poked his head in the door, asking if she was feeling well enough to go see her sisters, she was understandably ecstatic. Her face lit up with unbridled joy for just a minute, midnight blue eyes going wide and glowing appreciatively, and she sat up immediately. "Yes! Yes yes yes! One hundred times yes!"

Raphael smirked, just mildly amused, shaking his head just slightly. "Well, don't go to fast. If you hurl on me you ain't livin' ta see tamorrow, gottit?"

"Yeah yeah yeah," Reyna rolled her eyes at him, clearing her throat and pounding a fist into her chest, attempting to clear her airways. "Now stop bein' a smartass jerk and tell me where my brats are."

Well, that's done. Hoping this is still an ok pace? Pretty soon they'll be meeting Splinter and explanations will be dealt. Anyone curious as to how Lindie knows all the things she does? Well, the truth will come soon! ;) here, have a cookie! (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) but only if you review! XD