I made this for fun. I have like three different ideas for future chapters. c: I can't wait to get them posted.

I own no turtles, rats, or TMNT.

Donnie knew something was up when he woke up to a throbbing head and a shaking body. It wasn't a migraine- lucky for him- and he was cold, a bit too cold, he felt like he was sitting in some meat locker when he should be feeling like a Popsicle melting from the heat of the summer. He was sick, and he knew what he needed most was rest. However, he also had a lot to do today, and April was visiting so he decided to take an Advil and worry about his health later. As he trudged into the kitchen, Leo parted from the newspaper April left them and looked up at Don, "Hey bro." He said, before looking back at the newspaper. The purple masked turtle mumbled a tired 'hey,' which wasn't unusual considering he didn't start to wake up until his second cup of coffee. He poured himself a cup of said liquid as he looked at the numbers on the microwave that read, 7:30 AM.Training started in an hour so where were the rest of his siblings? Leo, as if reading his mind spoke again, "Raph got held up in a storm when he was with Casey last night. He's at April's, Mikey on the other hand just hasn't woken up yet."

"I see..." Don murmured, taking a sip of the black liquid in his cup and sighing as warmth spread through his limbs.

It was one of the rare mornings where the lair was quiet, usually around this time Raph and Mikey would be picking on each other while they ate breakfast and got ready for training, however this morning the only noise in the lair was the soft swishing of Leo turning the newspaper and the coffee pot. It was a nice change, and Donnie was happy for it with the headache he still had. "Is training canceled?" He mumbled as he took in every detail on the wooden table he sat at.

"Postponed- Just until Raphael gets home." Leo looked away from his newspaper, raising a brow as Donnie continued staring at the table.

The little scratches had always been there, but he could point out a few that him and his brothers had caused. Mostly Mikey and Raph though, there was one or two he knew Leo made.

Thankfully- Leo didn't say anything about his spacing off. Donnie wasn't a morning person, so his lack of communication wasn't that unusual. Actually, Don usually didn't talk that much until after his coffee. This morning however, his meaning for not talking was different however. Or at least that's what the saliva that was building up in his mouth made him feel like. He grunted as he felt his stomach knot up. It only took a minute for him to shoot out of his chair and into the bathroom where he emptied his stomach.

Donatella was the most stubborn of his brothers when it came to his health and despite the logical part of his brain telling him he needed to rest, his pride told him to just play it off, and get his work done first. "Ugghh" the purple masked turtle groaned as he stood from where he sat in front of the toilet.

His head was pounding from his jerky movement from before and his skin was clammy and sweaty. As he stared at his reflection he knew his brothers would catch on fast, but maybe if he pulled on of his rare, "Donnie's in a bad mood so he'll be in his lab don't come in." cards he'd be able to get away with it, then once his work was done he could rest and get better. This-at the time- seemed to be like a good idea, and with nothing else to worry about, the brainiac turtle splashed his slightly flushed face with some cold water and returned to his coffee mug downstairs.

"Are you-"

Before Leo could finish Donnie cut him off, "I'm fine. Mikey made me try one of his experiment meals."

"Sorry bro." Leo said with sympathy, although Don could see him hiding a smile and he rolled his eyes.

"I'll be in my lab," He huffed, picking his mug up and trudging out of the room, to his lab where he would remain for the rest of the day.

Now, even if his brother knew Don was sick, they wouldn't try to bother him that much, not yet anyway, Not until he had at least finished his coffee. No one bothered Donnie until he was done with his coffee. He took another sip, listening to his noisy younger brother awakening. Mikey was always giddy and hyper, even in the mornings. It was almost inhuman how happy the orange masked turtle could be. He flinched when he heard a loud crash coming from outside his lab doors. Mikey must have dropped his cereal bowl again, how the glass bowl never managed to shatter is something he found himself thinking about a little bit too much.

Even with the doors to the lab closed, the sick ninja could still hear his brother talking to Leo about some new comic book he read, and the purple masked turtle could only sigh and lay his head on his desk. He added soundproofing the lair to his mental checklist and rubbed his temples in an attempt to make the throbbing in his head more manageable. Give it about another hour, and Raph would be here. Although if he could barely get through the morning so far, how would he get through training?

Raphael had gotten home about thirty minutes ago. Luckily for him, Splinter was still meditating, and the medicine he had taken had begun to kick in. Donnie usually hated medicine, it made him groggy, and made concentrating on his work harder than it had to be. Leo however, still seemed to notice something was up, and refused to let it go unnoticed.

"Don you've been acting weird all day."

"I'm just tired Leo." He shot back, but the blue masked turtle didn't seem to believe it.

"I know something's up bro."

"Nothing's up Leo, really..." The youngest of the two sighed, pressing his thumbs into his eyelids to try and relieve the pressure building up in the front of his skull.

Leo folded his arms across his plastron and frowned, "I'm not dumb Donnie. What's going on?"

"I'm just feeling a little under the weather."

"So you're sick?"

"No, I'm just not feeling good."

"That's what you always say." Leo retorted, smirking when his brother was about to snap a smart-ass reply back but found he couldn't. "Exactly. Did you take anything?"

"Yeah. Just waiting for it to kick in."

"Good."

Don nodded, and turned back to his computer, trying to find where he left off on the latest article he had been reading. "Why don't you rest? That will probably help."

"I don't need to rest Leo, I'm too busy to rest." Don knew his brother was right, but he at least needed to finish today's chore list before he could take it easy. He turned his chair the other way, so he was facing Leo. "I'm already behind on schedule."

"C'mon Donnie. No one's going to get mad at you for taking a day off. It's not like anything will happen."

He grunted at his older brother, "You never know."

"One day won't hurt Donnie."

This time, Donatello didn't respond. No, he turned back to his computer, and continued his article. Leo ended up sighing and walking out, leaving the sick turtle to his lonesome again, not that he had a problem with that. No one disturbed him for another hour, gin which he spent trying to pay attention to his work, an not his aching body. He ended up getting at least twenty minutes of work done through out that hour, and the rest of it was spent lying his head on the desk in agony.

Mikey popped his head into the room, peeking at his brother from the door. "Hey Don?"

The purple masked turtled looked up from where his head was lying, "Yes Mikey?"

"Whoa, you don't look so good." The youngest stated, closing the lab door behind him and walking over to his brother's side.

"I'm fine." Don insisted yet again and Mikey raised a brow.

"You don't look so fine."

"Just a little tired. I've been really busy..." Usually Mikey would have teased him, his younger brother however must have sensed something wasn't right because instead he stayed quiet and just plopped himself on the lab table across from Donnie, kicking his feet as he leaned back on his arms.

"Should you like, rest then?"

"I don't have the time. There's too much to do around here." Came his blunt response and Mikey huffed.

"No one will care if you take a break."

"I don't have time for breaks Mikey. I still have to fix Raph's phone, the fridge, and upgrade our security system."

"But-"

"No butts! I'll rest when I've finished my work for the day."

Mikey didn't say much else, just shrugged and left the room, leaving Don back to pretend to be working. He knew he had a fever, and was rather sick but right now work came first. Sitting up and looking at his computer he began to type away on the keyboard, working on the security of their home. Two hours went by and Don was exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and sleep, but alas, he still had a lot to do, and that meant no resting- yet. That's when Raphael decided to stop by, storming into the lab.

"Yo Don, did you fix m- You look like shit."

The purple clad turtle snorted, "Thanks." He mumbled, rolling his eyes and laying his chin on his hand. "What is it you wanted?"

"Ya sick'er somethin'?"

"Yes Raph. I'm sick." He snapped and the hotheaded turtle blinked.

"Why don't ya rest then?"

"I'm too busy!" He shouted, tired of repeating himself.

Raphael only scowled and shrugged, "Fine. Do whateva ya want, but I ain't gonna help ya when ya get worse."

The third oldest turtle shrugged, glaring at his computer in irritation. He honestly didn't care right now. He knew he was sick, but he also had a lot to get done today, deciding not to waste anymore time Don grabbed his toolbox. He'd go work on the battleshell.

Leo sat at the table, reading a book April had given him. He hadn't really paid much attention to books until April started bringing them, and now he spent most of his free time reading them. Currently he was trying to ignore the loud clangs of pits hitting each other, Mikey had decided to make soup for dinner tonight- probably because a certain sick, purple masked turtle- and it was not a quiet meal. Every five minutes there was some type of noise, until Mikey finally gave up on his own creation and instead used a few cans of chicken noodle soup.

This turtle wasn't complaining anytime soon though. The youngest turtle's creations usually were awful. He watched from over his book as Mikey checked the soup every few minutes, spinning the noodles around the pot they sat in. "Don's sick." A rough voice commented from behind him.

Both Mikey and Leo turned around only to face Raphael, who was stretching his arm and looming over to where the lab was. "We know." Leo replied and Raph looked back at his two brothers.

"We should do somethin' he always waits and ends up bein' sick fer a week."

"I'm making soup!" Mikey chimed in and the sai wielding ninja grunted, falling back into one of the old wooden chairs.

Taking this as his que, Leo put his book down and leaning on his elbows. "Not that, Mike."

"What do you suggest then?" The leader of the turtle asked and his younger red masked brother shrugged.

"Get'em to rest."

Leo knew his brother was right, they'd all been telling Don that. However, their brother was rather stubborn and they knew he'd have to get a push in the right direction. He hummed and nodded, the three turtles watching their brainiac brother walk out of his lab, and into the elavator that led to the garage with a bag of tools.

"Sounds like a good idea to me dude."

"But how will we get him to rest?" Leo asked, and Raph smirked.

"Leave it ta me."

Now, usually Leo didn't mind what Raphael did in his free time, as long as he didn't put himself, or any of them in danger. If Raphael wanted to mess with one of his brothers, the blue masked turtle decided it was none of his business. This time however, he didn't think Raphael should really be messing with their purple masked grudge holding brother. Not when he was sick, and in a bad mood. "Maybe you shouldn-"

"Don't worry Fearless." He replied, walking off. Mikey's glance changed to Leo and he blinked.

"Dude, even I know not to mess with Don right now." He chirped, and a smile spread across his face, "This is gonna be wicked."

Mikey wasn't helping this situation. At all. "Well...I guess..." the oldest trailed on, shrugging his shoulders. Did Raphael have a death wish?

It was dark in the garage, too dark for Donnie to be working on something that is. His brother did come up with here a toolbox didn't he? Either that or he already went back to his lab. Just as the red clad turtle was about to leave, he saw a flash of light coming from inside the battleshell. "Got ya." He mumbled to himself and smirked, opening the green painted door and climbing up and into the armored truck. "Yo Don!"

He called as the light from before was shut off. Great, now it was completely pitch black in the crowded vehicle. He carefully walked across the floor, almost tripping twice of whatever had been lying in the floor. Now his hands were sliding against the upper side of the battleshell, Don had installed a light over here somewhere..."Donnie! This ain't funny." He growled, and again received no response. "Don?" He called his brother's name again, a tad bit of worry beginning to seep into his stomach when he still got no response.

What felt like an eternity later, his hand managed to hit a small button, and a dull light filled the battleshell. Sighing softly Raph looked around the truck. On the ground lay Don's box of tools- probably what he managed to trip over- and a certain purple masked turtle- who was sleeping. A smile crept across his face at the sight. "Yo Don." He called as he knelt down next to his brother, tapping his shoulder gently. "This ain't yer bed."

"Wha-?" His younger brother opened his eyes, "Oh shell!"

Laughing at his brother's sudden panicked expression as he shot up and gathered his tools, Raph put a hand on his shoulder. "I think it's time fer ya to stop being stubborn and go to bed."

"But-"

"If ya don't lay down I'm gonna knock ya out." Raphael snapped, and his younger brother frowned.

"If I don't finish my list for today, I'll be behind for weeks!"

Raphael knew his brother was stubborn, but he had had an idea that he was planning- until he found Don asleep in the batteshell that is. "Wouldn't it be easier fer ya to work if you weren't sick though? What if ya mess something up?"

That made his younger brother pause. Raphael did have a point. It was best to be level headed when working, mistakes could happen. It wasn't common for Raph to make sense of things like this, he wasn't much of a thinker, not that he didn't think, he just didn't care for thinking his options out. This time however, he did.

"I guess you have a point.." Donatello trailed on, rubbing the back of his head and Raph nodded.

When Leo saw his brother's emerge from the elevator not even ten minutes later, he had figured Raphael's plan had failed and began to mentally prepare for the next week of Don torturing Raphael with his grudge, but Donnie ended up going up to his room, and Raphael came back to the kitchen, where both himself, and Mikey still sat.

"What happened?" Mikey asked, leaning on the edge of his seat, Leo however just eyed Raph, who smirked.

"I just told'em to go to bed."

"There's no way. We told him the same thing!" Leo sputtered.

Raphael laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Ya just gotta tell'em a certain way is all."

Mikey grinned, "What did you say? What did you say!" He asked excitedly, but Raphael shook his head.

"Nothin' too important."

Leo rolled his eyes when Raphael left the kitchen, and strolled into the dojo to practice. His brother could be so smug sometimes. Mikey sighed and pouted before running over to the television to watch some horror movie marathon that'd he stay up for all night no doubt. Now that everything was somewhat silent again, he picked his book up and began to read.