I can see Mike being the one to have to really adjust to being 30; he's still a kid at heart! :) I don't know how long this story will be, either. I'm up for any ideas anyone has, so leave them in a review or a PM!

I forgot to say this in the first chapter, but I don't any TMNT! I'd hate to say it but I'd probably treat them like Moffat treats his characters.. *giggles nervously* oops.

Enjoy!

"It's your old skateboard." Don rolled his eyes. "Big deal." He turned back to his piles and rummaged through them again; doing his best not to stick his hand into any of the unrecognizable objects. Who knows what could be down here; he'd made countless inventions to help take down the Foot that would take off his hand like a knife cutting through butter.

"I wonder if I can still ride it..." Mike twirled the old, beat-up skateboard from his teens on one finger.

Don took one glance at the crazed grin on Mike's face and shuddered. "I don't think that's such a good idea..."

"Trust me, Don!"

"I don't know, Mike..." Don stood slightly behind his little brother, eye ridges furrowed in hesitation. "It's been like 10 years since you've touched that thing..."

"Oh, lighten up, bro!" Mike smirked. "It's like riding a bike! Once you learn how to do it, you will always remember!" The orange clad turtle shoved his helmet down on his head and snapped the clip. He slipped on his elbow and knee pads and giggled. "Dude! I just got a heavy dose of nostalgia up in here!" Mike dropped the skateboard on the ground, and Don winced at the loud clatter.

"Mike, you're going to hurt yourself!" Don cautioned, shaking his head slightly. Mike gave off a small "nahhh" and rolled his eyes.

"You're such a worrywart! I'll be fine!" He placed one foot on it, and the front of the board bucked up. "Look, dude! I can still do a wheelie!"

"Mike, that's not a wheelie..."

"Well I'm sure I can still do one!" The orange clad turtle pushed off with his foot, and the skateboard took off. The rusty wheels creaked and groaned, but he was moving! "Woohoo!" Mike cheered, pumping a fist in the air. Don rolled his eyes.

"Fantastic. Now, can we keep working?"

"What's the fun in that?" Mike looked over his shoulder at his older brother and smirked, not paying attention to the concrete wall getting closer and closer.

"Mikey! Look out!" Don said. The youngest turtle turned around just in time to crash into the wall. Don cringed and the smack of shell on concrete and closed his eyes as the turtle wobbled unsteadily and fell back into a pile of Leo's broken toasters, tail in the air. Don rushed over and threw boxes and metal bits aside to uncover his brother. The helmet was tilted over his forehead, and Mike pushed it back up.

Mike looked up at Don with a sheepish grin on his face. "Oops."

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