Sorry for the late chapter, well, really late, but here it is! I hope you like it! (and thanks for sticking with me)

Enjoy! :)

I walked into the kitchen the next morning, I was a little startled when I ddin't see my left arm, but I guess I'll eventually get used to that. Nobody else was up. I slowly rose and stepped over the empty pizza boxes to get to the entrance. From there, I tip-toed to the kitchen.

"Maybe I can fix something small." I whispered aloud, getting a pan out from the cabinets, "Eggs? No. Bacon? Naw. Pancakes? Let's do it." I said, looking through the fridge and pantry. I picked the pancake mix, grabbed a few eggs, and started the stove. As I waited for the stove to heat, I picked up an egg and was about to break it when-

"Mikey!" Don yelled, making me jump. He stormed over to the stove and turned it off, picking up the eggs and putting them back in the fridge. I sighed and rolled my eyes, mouthing what he was about to say, " Mikey, you shouldn't be cooking without another one of us in here! You-"

"'Could've gotten really hurt.' I know Don." I said with a groan. Don shot me a glance.

"Mikey," He said rubbing his temples.

"I know." I replied.

"Mikey." He said more sternly.

"I know!" I said a little to loud. Don's eyes grew wide and I looked away, resting my head in my hand again. I could see Don staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I sighed, "Can you just fix breakfast?" I asked, not looking at him. I heard the stove start and assumed that he was fixing breakfast.

"What do you want?" Don asked, pulling the eggs back out of the fridge.

"Just some pancakes," I said, "with chocolate chips." Donnie nodded and cracked some eggs into a bowl. I just wanted to scream. I couldn't handle it; I mean cooking (and of course pranking) relax me and stress was building up from just watching. It's kind off like backseat driving. And no, I'm not a control freak. *couch* Like Leo *cough*

"Mikey, if you need to talk, just talk." Don said, looking over his shoulder at me. I shrugged, "It's going to be easier talking to me then Leo or Raph." After he said that, I sniffled, tears wanting to fall.

"I-I just-" I started, my voice shaking. I stared at the dirty floor, a tear falling. I bit my lip then started crying. Don turned off the stove and walked over to me, placing a hand on my shaking left shoulder. This made me cry more. I had my hand up to my face, tears making it wet and slippery.

"It's okay Mikey. It's okay." Don said, patting my shell. I could tell he was trying his best not to cry.

"I-I just want my arm Donnie." I said between sobs, "I just want my damn arm." Don looked shocked at what I just said.

"Don't cuss." He said, "Or at least not in front of Raph, Leo, of Splinter. They still think you're a little angel." I smiled a little, sniffling and wiping my snot on the back of my hand, "One cussing turtle is enough." I stopped crying a bit and started laughing softly.

"Sorry." I said after I stopped laughing. Don patted my arm nub.

"It's okay," He said standing back up, "Will it make you feel better if you can have whipped cream on your pancakes?"

"And chocolate syrup?" I asked with a weak smile. Donnie smiled back.

"Of course." He said, flipping the pancake.

"You weren't messing with toxic chemicals before you started cooking were you?" I asked, the thought hitting my like a frying pan. Don gave a worried face and rushed over to the sink.

"And that's why I don't cook." He said, putting the toxic pancakes onto a plate to throw away, "Should I save these for Raph or would that be mean?" He asked, nodding to the plate in his hands. I laughed a little and put my hand on my chin.

"That definatly is a hard one," I said with a fake sigh, "Well, I guess it'll have to be a no. He is our older brother after all." Don smiled and dumped them in the trash. I rested my head back in my hands and waited patiently for the next batch.

"Mornin'." A voice said from behind. Don and I looked over to see Raph standing in the doorway, tying his mask on. Don and I exchanged a look with big smiles, "What?" Raph asked, walking over and sitting across from me.

"Nothing of yur concern." Don said, turning back to the stove. I smiled and started whistling (or as much as I could 'cause I can't whistle). Raph rose an eyebrow ridge and looked at the two of us before shurgging.

"Wha's for breakfast?" He asked, crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair.

"Chocolate chip pancakes." Donnie answered, sliding a few on a plate and sitting it in front of me, along with a can of whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

"Save some for me, Mikey." Raph told me, nodding to the whipped cream. I nodded, spraying probably half the can into a big cone shape and drenching it with chocolate syrup, "You're gonna be hyper all day you know." He said. I smiled over at him with my mouth full of food. He rolled his eyes with a grin.

"Where's Leo?" Don asked, giving Raph his pancakes. Raph shrugged and put what was left of the whipped cream onto his meal (which wasn't much).

"I'll check his room." I said, shoving the last of my food into my mouth and standing. I rushed out and walked into the hallway, going to the last room on the right. I knocked silently, pressing my earhole to the closed door. I slowly opened the door and peeked in.

"Leo?" I asked softly, squinting in the darkness. My eyes grew wide and I rushed back into the kitchen.

"Leo's gone!"