A/N: Got the inspiration for this chapter from one of my nursing home coworkers. She is dead set that something will happen while we are working on Friday February 13th. I keep telling her to keep an open mind but she is set on everything going wrong that day. So here is a little short story about the turtles and a very bad Friday the 13th.


Leonardo woke up early in the morning to get his day started, he checked in on his brothers to find them all sleeping soundly, what surprised him the most was that Donatello was in his bed sleeping. It was a rarity but it did happen on occasion.

He made himself some cereal and sat down at the table to read the paper before training.

Donatello came in some time after he was finished eating and saw his older brother sitting there.

"Morning Leo."

Leo looked up from his paper and told him.

"Morning Donnie, sleep good?"

Much to Leo's surprise he watched his brother pour a glass of juice.

"No coffee this morning?"

Donatello looked over at the calender and said.

"Nope, not today."

Leo frowned and just kept reading.

Raphael grunted in the doorway and didnt say a word to his brothers.

"Don did you make coffee this morning?"

Donatello looked up at him and just simply said.

"Nope, not today. If I had some instant coffee then I would be drinking it though."

Raphael just shook his head and got him some juice as well.

Donatello looked over at his two eldest brothers who were out of the loop as what day it was, only he knew he truth behind it.

Michelangelo came in next and said.

"Pancakes? Or Eggs guys?"

Donatello simply said.

"None for me Mikey."

He noticed a look from Leonardo and quickly added.

"I will just have some cereal."

Leo nodded his approval and said.

"I already ate."

Raphael looked over at his brother and said.

"I'll have what ever you feel like makin."

Mikey nodded and said.

"Eggs it is."

Donatello had been just sitting there observing his brothers, he watched as Mikey started to get the eggs out of the fridge, and wouldn't you know it, the freezer door opened just enough that when he stood he hit his head on the partially opened door.

"Ah! OW. What the shell?"

Donnie held in a chuckle as Mikey dropped an egg on the floor and didnt notice it.

He saw Leo start to stand who was sitting close to the fallen egg that splattered onto the floor making it slippery.

He silently took his brothers arm and pointed to the egg.

"Thanks Don."

Leo mumbled as he got up from the other side of his chair and went to the dojo.

Before Splinter came in and fell on it Donatello got up and cleaned up the egg mess, and took his seat back watching the other two with interest.

Michelangelo started to break the eggs and put them in a bowl and throw the shells away. From time to time the two sitting turtles could hear their brother cursing silently as he broke the eggs and then got a fork out at some point.

Donatello raised an eye ridge and asked.

"Everything OK Mikey?"

Mikey just looked over at him and said.

"Yea, just having a bad day."

Donatello chuckled at that and watched his little brother fire up the frying pan.

Getting up Donatello got a bowl from the cabinet and put it in front of Raph who looked up at him confused.

"What's this for?"

Donatello shrugged and said.

"Your gonna need it."

Raphael just left it there and stared at his younger brother.

"Your acting weird Don, even for you?"

Donatello just simply said.

"Its not me, its the day."

Raphael frowned but remained silent and read the paper Leo left on the table.

Before long the smell of burning eggs filled the room and Mikey cursed more.

Raphael turned around and stared at his youngest brother and said.

"Mike? What happened? You never burn anything?"

Mikey looked angry and said sharply.

"I am having a bad day!"

He threw out the eggs and got down the box of cereal.

Donatello meanwhile was amused by all of this as he sat there sipping his juice in silence.

Splinter came into the kitchen and saw his sons.

"Good morning boys."

All three greeted him with.

"Good morning father."

"Morning Sensei."

"Morning."

Splinter noticed the scowl on Michelangelo's face and asked.

"Michelangelo is something wrong?"

Mikey just simply said.

"Not cooking today that is for sure. I am having an off day it would seem like."

Donatello shook his head at that.

Raphael had been observing his immediate younger brother and said impatiently.

"Don, what is with being so silent this morning? And the fact you were in bed before me? What is up with that?"

Donatello shrugged and told his hot headed brother.

"Its because of the day, I refuse to use any electronics, that is why I gave you that bowl, and why I didnt make any coffee."

Splinter looked at his son then to the calender.

"What is wrong with today Donatello?"

With a grin Donatello simply said.

"It's Friday the thirteenth. Everything that could go wrong can and most usually will. It is a proven fact that more bad things happen today then any other day of the year."

Raphael scoffed and said.

"Yea right. Since when are you superstitious?"

Donatello shrugged and said.

"Since I was looking back on my notes and found that every time one of my experiments exploded it was on Friday the thirteenth. Or every time something electrical would go wrong it would be on today. Or if we messed up or had bad luck in general."

Raphael rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Yea right. I'm going to the dojo."

Donatello shook his head and said to their father.

"Do you believe me?"

Splinter sat across from his son and said.

"I have never believed in the Friday the thirteenth theory my son."

Donatello asked his father.

"Have you ever had a general run of bad luck on this day?"

Splinter thought back and said.

"Well..."

Donnie smiled at him and said.

"See, today is bad luck day."

Mikey had been listening and asked.

"Is that why I have been having bad luck today?"

Donatello nodded.

Splinter told his sons.

"Come it is time for your training."

Donatello stood and whispered to Mikey.

"Be careful bro."

They began practice, all seemed fine until the weapons came out.

Michelangelo's chucks hit him in the head a few times.

Raphael nearly stabbed Leonardo with his sia on accident.

Leonardo got his sword stuck in the tree.

Donatello's BO broke out of no where, and he found that his wooden BO had wood rot.

None of the turtles seemed to be able to do a single Kata that morning and kept messing up, Raphael's temper exploded a few times.

And Splinter tripped over his own tail at some point.

Donatello looked over at his brothers at the end of practice and said.

"Now do you believe me? What are the chances my BO would have wood rot?"

The other three looked at him and Raph told him.

"It don't prove a damn thing brainiac."

Just then there was an explosion from the living room that caused every one to run to investigate.

Michelangelo stood there with the remote in hand and said.

"Damn it Raph! Stop telling Donnie that there is no such thing as bad luck!"

In the end every one laughed, Raphael just looked mad but laughed despite every thing that went wrong that morning.

From that day on the family of mutants just called for a day off when ever a Friday the thirteenth rolled around.