Thanks to Cynlee,who it is always fun to bounce ideas off of and who is giving me just what I always give her. Constant nagging to get to writing :)

Donatello knew that he was supposed to stay away from his lab, but both curiosity and anxiety drove him to make sure things were alright. He tried to calm himself. After all, how much chaos could Raphael cause in one day? Especially since Raphael had no real desire to do anything anyway.

Don inched open the lab door cautiously and blinked. Raphael was wearing his lab coat, using his tools at HIS workbench. He inched open the door a little more trying to get a peek at what Raph was doing.

"Raphael? Uh, some of that stuff could be dangerous if you don't know…"

"SHH!" Raphael said without looking at him. "M'inventin something. Get out."

Donatello was stunned into momentary silence. "This is MY lab, Raphael. And that's MY tools you're using. You don't even know how to use them. You could break something."

His brother ignored him and continued on with his "inventin." Don, for the sake of his own sanity, crept closer to get a peek at what Raphael was doing. His eyes widened. "Raphael, that's…that's a nuclear BOMB you're messing around with!"

Raph grinned. "Yeh I know. Amazin what you can learn off the 'net. Oh, by the way, I fixed that atom splitter you've been working on."

"Raphael you have no idea how dangerous this is!" Don was practically screaming. How could his brother, who had trouble with long division as a kid, just whip up a nuclear warhead?

Still tinkering away, Raph mumbled, "Now I'll have something I can use if Mike pisses me off again."

Don's jaw dropped. "This isn't a toy Raphael! This is a weapon! It could destroy the city. Disarm it!"

His gaze shifted to the counter just beside his brother. Frowning slightly, Don picked up the newspaper clipping. The picture was of a turtle smiling for the camera holding some sort of award.

"Raphael Hamato is the first non human to receive the Nobel Prize for Science. Genius turtle perfected faster than light travel in just twenty four hours. Says famed mutant, 'My brother always thought he was the smart one. Guess he was wrong.'"

Raphael seemed to be ignoring his brother again. "Damn! Wrong wire."

BOOM! (insert dramatic mushroom cloud here)

Donatello choked off a scream as he thrashed around. The hammock he was laying on in Raph's room tipped and dumped him unceremoniously onto his face. Laying still for a few moments, he tried to get his wits about him. He was in Raph's room, laying on one of Raph's smelly sweatbands. Raph wasn't a genuis. He didn't win the Nobel Prize.Don's world hadn't been turned upside down.

Nodding to himself, Donatello sat up slowly and glanced around the room. "No, it's just been turned sideways," he muttered. Stretching out all the kinks from having slept in a hammock all night, Don got to his feet. It wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be actually. Of course, he often fell asleep at his desk, so the hammock was an improvement.

As he stretched, he managed to convince himself that there was no way that Raphael could do the things he had just dreamed. Not by a long shot. Oh, he knew Raph wasn't stupid, but he contented himself with the knowledge that he had left Raphael a list of simple things to accomplish. Even RAPH could manage to change a few lightbulbs, right?

He rubbed his eyes and picked up the list he had left on the floor; the only really clear spot ON the floor. Raphael hadn't been thrilled with the prospect of being Don for a day, so he had tried an impromptu rebellion against the exercise. He, respectfully mind you, told Splinter that this idea was one of the most ridiculous that his sensei had ever come up with and he refused to participate.

A private chat with Splinter and twenty minutes later, Raph handed his brother the list.

Donatello scanned the list wondering what it might be like to be Raphael for a day. He just couldn't be as caustic as his brother seemed to be. Well, sensei didn't say that they had to ACT like each other, just that they had to do what the other was going to. As he scanned the list, he noticed that there were a lot of extra chores on there. He knew Splinter had approved of the lists, but this didn't make any sense to him. They never had this much to do unless…this was Raphael's punishment for sneaking out all those times.

"This is so not right," Don complained to the empty room. "I didn't do anything." He sighed. Not much he could do about it now, but he would lodge a formal protest to Splinter later. He kept scanning the list and frowned slightly. Raph wrote a note at the bottom of the page.

"There are at least two things you gotta do at no particular time and in no particular order. Tell Leo…well I guess it's gotta be Mike…to fuck off.. And do something someone told you not to do for the sheer hell of it."

Don rolled his eyes. Typical Raphael. Since Raphael's list didn't include any times for anything, just a general list of things to do for the day, Don decided to leave the room as soon as possible. While not as bad as Mike's room, there was still a layer of dirty towels and sweat bands on the floor that probably contained enough mold to make a quart of penicillin.

Raphael's alarm clock was in constant pieces from being tossed, stabbed or beaten into submission, so the turtle had no idea what time it was. He could guess it was sometime in the early morning. Retrieving his eye mask and pads from Raph's desk, Don got ready for the day and headed into the darkened living room. Checking the clock on the VCR, he noticed that it was just before 6 in the morning. He passed the dojo on the way to the bathroom and noticed Leo was meditating.

Don paused, frowned and backed up. Since when does Leo snore when he meditates? He backed up and looked into the dojo again. Not Leo. Mike. Mike was at least pretending to meditate. But the snores and the drool escaping his mouth told Don otherwise. Mike's chin was against his chest and his eyes were closed in peaceful although seemingly uncomfortable, slumber. He chuckled quietly and went to leave his brother in peace.

He froze again. Leaving Mike in peace would certainly not be a Raph thing to do. A Donnie thing, sure, but not a Raph. And Mike had broken his new invention yesterday.

Live and let live, Donnie, he thought to himself. That was always his motto. But Raph's was…. "Don't get mad...get REALLY mad and then get even."

Maybe acting like Raph, just a little, would have some benefits to it. Don stayed perfectly quiet, contemplating a Raphael-type revenge that didn't involve beating Mike to a pulp