I AM SO SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY. My only excuse is…I don't have one.

People have been requesting some Donnie and Mikey and I struggled a bit to come up with an idea but my good pal J smith 18 inspired me for this chapter! So thanks for the encouragement and inspiration! It has more than just Donnie and Mikey but it's still fun!

A lot happens in this short scene, I I hope you all enjoy.

"Ow…owowowow!"

"Ugh…hold still!"

"Do you not understand the meaning of ow?" Mikey asked while he clenched his teeth, he tried to ignore the sharp wave of stings that pushed up his leg with Donnie's touch. He sounded a little more aggravated than his usual happy self, but he didn't mean it to be.

"Do you not understand the meaning of hold still? It won't hurt if you quit fidgeting!" Donnie retorted back, he too sounded a little annoyed, his patience was wearing thin. Not liking the tone of their conversation and the increasing stress in the room, Mikey put on his best smile and tried to brighten the tension.

"Woah there, someone took an extra sass pill today." He teased with a warmer and breezy voice. Donnie met his eyes quickly before resuming his examination of the ankle. He loosened his shoulders; he realized that Mikey was attempting to keep the conversation light. They have never really fought; they both knew how to quickly change the mood of the room before they get mad at each other. Besides, neither of them had ill-tempered personalities. Donnie was too cool headed and centered and Mikey was optimistic and joyful. Although, push their buttons enough and that can change. Donnie admitted that he does get pretty sassy when annoyed or irritated.

"Or maybe an extra dose of Mikey." Don mumbled but Mikey could tell he was teasing and smiled. He gasped with pretend insult.

"Excuse me, I am a lovely individual. I am the most handsome, most talented,—OW!"

"Sorry." Donnie mumbled but he didn't look sorry, he actually smirked as Mikey huffed at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be good at skateboarding?" Donnie asked as he pushed on his brother's ankle, trying to gauge how bad it was. It was a little swollen but not terrible; the sensitivity to the foot was the biggest problem. Putting pressure on it seemed to give his brother quite a bit of pain, he did over exaggerate things at times but Donnie could tell when he was in a lot of discomfort, even when he would hide it under pinched smiles and small jokes.

"Dude, you know I'm the master skateboarder." Mikey proudly exclaimed but then winced as Donnie tried to turn his foot slightly to one side, testing the flexibility. Don noticed the flinch and the hurt scrunched expression.

"And the master of injuries. This is the third time this week you hurt yourself and it looks like this one is going to cost you." Donnie sighed and gently let go of his brother's foot to grab some supplies out of the med kit.

"What?" Mikey croaked, his voice cracking with surprise.

Donnie sighed and turned around to face him. Since they didn't have the luxury of going to a hospital, he was the closest thing they had to a doctor; they even call him in a teasing yet loving way, "Doctor Don." However, it did put strain on him at times. He researched medical practice and even taught his brothers how to take care of smaller wounds and stitch up open ones, but they still went to him for major injuries or illness. Not that he minded of course, he loved taking care of his brothers and he would go through great lengths to keep them healthy. He would sit with them through rough times to the point of exhaustion. He had to, it was his responsibility. He even noticed that he sometimes became paranoid over the smallest of injuries; much to his brother's annoyance from his persistent nagging. What can he say? He has a gentle heart. Still, medicine wasn't his passion and he didn't know everything. He feared the day when one of his brother's injuries outsmarted his medical capabilities.

"Well, your ankle doesn't seem too bad. It's a little swollen but it seems okay. It may just be a bad sprain but it seems pretty sensitive to touch so it could be a stress fracture but I'd doubt it. I can't tell for sure because stress fractures do not visibly show; only an XRAY or an MRI could tell us. Either way you should stay off it for a couple of weeks. We'll follow the RICE therapy for now and wait until the swelling goes down. That means you'll have to stay off it and not engage in too much activity. You're lucky it's not a break, a break-" He started to lecture.

"What's RICE therapy?" Mikey asked.

"Rest, Ice, Compress and Elevate." Donnie explained.

"Oh. Okay and how long will I be out of commission?"

Donnie hummed with thought and estimated.

"About six to eight weeks." Oh dear lord, Mikey doing nothing for six to eight weeks will drive him crazy. He may be somewhat lazy but he loves to move around too much. He has never been able to sit still and even with his movie marathons and video games, none of that has prepared him for six to eight weeks on the couch. Donnie was ready for the chorus of groans and complaints.

"Oh. Cool."

What?

"You're not upset?" Donnie gawked with confusion. Mikey just shrugged his shoulders.

"Eh. When do I ever get the excuse to not do anything but pig out on the couch, Watch some TV and play video games for hours!? Besides, now I will have the power to order Raph to make me a sandwich."

Don started to wrap up the ankle tightly with bandages to compress the swelled area.

"Don't put it past Raph to let you suffer an empty stomach for once in your life." Donnie chuckled and shook his head. Mikey's eyes twinkled with laughter.

"DOOONNNNNNNNNNIIIEEE"

A scream echoed off the walls and Don hastily made his way to the couch, afraid Mikey's ankle was giving him a hard time. He gave him ibuprofen to help the pain but this could be worse than Don thinks. Concern fills up his brain and he struggled to push it out. He ran up to Mikey and first went to his foot which was still elevated on a stack of pillows.

"What? What's wrong? Are you in pain? Does this hurt?" Donnie quickly asked and examined the ankle; nothing has changed since he bandaged it up.

"Ouch! Yes it hurts! But that's not what I wanted you for." Mikey whined. Don stood up and regarded his miserable looking brother on the couch.

"If you wanted a sandwich, I thought you were going to make Raph do it." Don muttered and crossed his arms. Mikey giggled at the comment and shook his head.

"That's not what I want either."

"Okay then, what do you want?"

"I am going CRAZY!" Mikey shouted and threw his head back on the headrest of the couch, "I can't take this anymore! I am going to explode with boredom! Just kill me now, end my suffering!"

"What happened to watching TV?" Donnie tried to suppress a smile; he knew Mikey wouldn't be able to last.

"I have been doing that for days!" Mikey exasperated and threw his hands up in the air. He groaned and whined frustrated noises. Don blinked at him with amusement.

"Mikey, it's only been five hours."

He froze for a second and realized; it really has only been five hours.

"Oh…well it feels like years! Entertain me."

"I'm busy."

"Too busy for your miserable, suffering little brother?" Mikey pulled out his puppy dog eyes and Don rolled his own.

"Don't try to guilt me."

"Fine, then I will scream and not stop until you come sit with me."

"Don't try to torture me either." Donnie fretted and Mikey just smiled.

"One."

"Oh come on! Don't you think that's a bit extreme?" Donnie pleaded but Mikey's grin just grew.

"Two."

"Why don't you get Raph or Leo?"

"Because you're my favorite." Mikey charmed. Donnie stared at his younger brother for a minute, and then he grumbled and groaned as he moved to sit next to him on the couch.

"I can't believe that worked." He muttered while Mikey laughed.

"Well, what do we do now?" Donnie asked.

"I don't know, you're the genius here not me." He shrugged. They both thought about their options until Mikey gasped and sneered. The mischievous glint in his eye made Donnie nervous. Whatever was going to happen, he had a feeling it was going to get him into trouble.

Donnie sat with the newly made invention and knew this wasn't a good idea. The gun like creation was going to get both of them into trouble. It was similar to a potato gun but smaller and less powerful of a blow but enough that it would still kind of sting. Mikey stuffed two ping pong balls into it and now it was ready to fire.

Raph was only a couple feet away.

You can see where this is going and it isn't going to be pretty. He was busy slamming punches into his punching bag too sense the upcoming doom. Donnie swallowed hard; he knew that somehow he was going to end up on the receiving end of those punches.

"Okay, you ready?" Mikey asked and handed back the ping pong gun. Donnie gave him a crazed look.

"Nu uh, there's no way I'm going to fire that at Raph, I'm not dying for your entertainment." Don whispered, paranoid Raph was listening.

"Well, you made the thing!" Mikey didn't even try to keep his voice lowered.

"It was your idea!"

"Please Donnie! I promise I'll tell him it was me; he can't beat me up like this! I'm injured remember?"

Donnie just sighed and took the gun out of Mikey's hands.

"Why do I let you talk me into these situations?"

"Cause you love me."

"I wish I didn't." Donnie grumbled but it just made Mikey giggle more. Don leaned over the back end of the couch and aimed the gun at Raph. He took a deep breath and fired. The ball went flying out and the tube jerked backwards. He and Mikey both sunk down behind the couch to hide. But nothing happened.

Mikey poked his head up and Raph was still working on the bag.

"Wow."

Don too popped up like a prairie dog.

"Huh, I missed." Donnie mused. He didn't know if he should feel relieved or irritated! Mikey snatched the gun out his hands and aimed it at Raph.

"Good thing we had two ping pong balls!" He fired it and the ball went zooming across the room. Donnie and Mikey both watched this time and held their breaths.

"OW! What the…?" A confused voice shouted from across the room. Mikey gasped and threw his arms in the air with victory.

"Bullseye!" Mikey cheered. Raph straightened up and rapidly spun to face his two brothers on the couch. Donnie and Mikey both gasped and ducked to cover.

"Did he see us?" Mikey whispered.

"I saw you, you nitwits!" Raph hollered.

"I'm going to say that's a yes, he saw us." Donnie said. Mikey and Donnie both peeked over the edge. Raph put his hands on his hips and growled at them. Mike shoved the ping pong ball gun into Donnie's hands.

"Donnie did it!"

"Hey! I did not!" Donnie dropped the gun.

"Well, he made it!" Mikey opted that for an excuse. Raph's eyes zoomed in on Donnie and Don let out a nervous laugh.

"Way to throw me under the bus you traitor." He growled.

"Well, when the bus is Raph, I'm bringing you down with me!" Mikey confirmed and Raph marched towards them.

"It was YOUR idea!" Donnie yelled as he turned to Mikey.

"Well YOU were the one that made it!"

"Stop saying that! You talked me into it!"

"Did not!"

"OW!" They both cried out in unison as Raph yanked on their mask tails.

"I blame both of you." Raph growled.

"Raph I swear it was his idea and he fired it." Don explained.

"I believe you Donnie, I really do, but the thing is…I can't beat up on Mikey right now so that just leaves me with you."

Mikey chuckled and Donnie stumbled to his feet. The little punk is getting what he wants, he does the dirty work and Don gets the consequences.

"Please don't." Donnie pleaded and moved away from the stalking brother. Donnie held up the ping pong gun again, closed his eyes and fired. To his surprise, a third ball came flying out and hit Raph in the head. Raph yelped.

Donnie was so so dead. Mikey's jaw fell open but he couldn't hide the sheer amusement on his face.

"Look Donnie, you got him this time!" He giggled but Donnie was busy staring at Raph.

"Heh…I thought there were only two balls…I didn't mean to—oh shell."

Raph lunged forward and Donnie just let it happen. He was knocked to the floor with OOF and Raph pinned him to the floor.

"My Arm! OW! Raph my arm!" Donnie shouted and squirmed for escape. Raph continued to playfully pound on his brother and Mikey was hysterically laughing.

The line up on the couch as follows:

Raph; who held a bag of peas to his forehead, his throbbing headache from the ping pong ball still refused to go away.

Mikey; who was elevating his ankle on top of a stack of pillows, and lounged against Donnie.

Donnie; who wrapped a cloth of ice around his sore shoulder from where Raph got his revenge.

They sat in silence and just stared straight ahead. Mikey sighed every so often but none of them said a word.

Leo was whistling past them, at first not noticing the unique arrangement of his brothers. He blinked once and took a couple of steps back. He moved in front of them and they all just stared at him, still not saying a word.

Leo crossed his arms and gazed at each of their plights.

"You know what? I don't wanna know."

Hope I got a few giggles here and there. I don't know how I feel about this! Maybe it feels a little rushed, but whatever.

REVIEW PLEASE AND THANK YOU.