I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It took a while because I had to sort out all the times and everything. It should be pretty straightforward.

Unfortunately I wasn't able to fit all of it into one chapter, so this is the first half of the turtles' swapped day. I had a lot of fun writing it and I would love to hear your opinions! Thanks everyone!

Ch. 27-Swap Pt. 2

Leo's POV

I broke from the sit-ups for what felt like the millionth time and lay limply on my carapace staring up at the ceiling. How does Raph do this? I mean, we're all physically fit and perfectly used to working out, but this was ridiculous. My arms already felt like jelly after doing Raph's usual push-up regimen.

With an exhausted sigh, and a small growl, I continued with the sit-ups. 81, 82, 83, 84…

I had been cataloguing everything that I had learned in my head. So far, I had learned three things: Purple was not Raph's color, Raph's dedication to his strength training was absolutely insane (and very admirable considering that I had never known him to skip a day, even after our battles with Shredder and that whole fiasco with the Technodrome he still made sure that he did all of his exercises) and lastly, doing push-ups on the handles of sais like Raph did was very near impossible. The bottoms of the handles were slightly rounded, so not only did you have to do push-ups, but you had to do your best to keep your balance as well.

…94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100

With an exhausted sigh I fell back onto the floor and lay limp. I felt like I was about to die from over-exertion. Anger welled up inside of me and I growled lowly before muttering to myself. "I'll pound him into the ground for making me do this."

"Hm, turning into Raph already I see."

My head lolled lazily to the side to see Donnie (wearing Mikey's mask of course). I ignored the cheeky remark and growled at him before turning my head away.

Don frowned. "You okay?"

I stared at him disbelievingly and groaned. "I feel like I'm going to die."

Donnie took a few steps closer so that he could look directly down at my face. "You're turning green. And I mean way more than usual."

I turned over onto my plastron and glared at him, "Now you sound like Mikey." I tried to get up but fell back to the ground. "I just need to rest for a minute. Just a minute." I said breathily.

There was a worried glint in Don's eyes and he took a seat beside me on the floor.

I looked over at him inquisitively and murmured, "Don't you have something to do?"

Don frowned at me, "I'm doing it." He showed me Mikey's agenda for the day, pointing to the second item on the list. Hang with Raf.

I sighed. "Alright, I have to polish and sharpen these sais. You're welcome to hang with me as long as you like."

Meanwhile in Don's Lab…(Raph's POV)

I took a good long look at the Shell Raiser. It was really beat up from the last time we used it. And I can also see why Don wanted to give it a wash, but first things first. Time for a tune up.

Well before I start poking around I should probably check to see what kind of parts Don has available.

Come to think of it…where does he keep his parts? Hm. If I were a genius where I would I put spare parts? I thought as I glanced around the lab. My eyes landed on a deep cabinet at the back of the garage. Bingo. I opened it and smirked. Of course I was right.

Alright. I rolled my eyes. Don was way too organized. Everything was grouped according to size and function. Assorted wires, sparkplugs, fuel filters, air filters, belts and hoses were arranged neatly on the top shelf. I sighed. And of course Don puts the parts I need right where I can't reach them. Sometimes it's good to be a short turtle, but most of the time it really sucks.

I frowned. Then I remembered something. The bo. I reached back and grabbed it. I bet I could use it to get things down. I experimented a little, poking the items on the top shelf a little and trying to pull down one of the air filters. I knocked it off the shelf and caught it with one hand. I smirked at the bo in my hand. This thing might just be more useful than I thought.

With no further ado I got right down to business. I started the Shell Raiser's engine and frowned. Well it definitely sounded like it could use a tune-up to make it run more smoothly.

Alright, let's get to it.

Don's POV

I lay on the couch staring upwards listening to the music from the new and improved version of the t-pod I had given Mikey for his birthday. By this point I've practically memorized every single crack in the ceiling. If it was even remotely possible to die of boredom, I'd be dead three times over by now. I just don't know how Mikey can do this… just sitting around doing nothing.

It's not that I don't enjoy a bit of relaxation now and then. Even I had to admit that sometimes sitting in front of the television watching shows or playing video games was both and enjoyable and fulfilling. But now is just not one of those times.

But why shouldn't it be? A little voice asked from the back of my mind.

The question made me pause in thought. There really was no viable answer. Logically there was no reason why I shouldn't take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy myself.

I snapped my mind away from that thought. No. No. I may have to follow Mikey's schedule, but I won't enjoy it. No. I won't enjoy it.

A little while later...

I found myself staring at the closed freezer door. I can't believe I'm going to do this. But I don't exactly have a choice. I sighed and threw it open.

Ice cream kitty smiled back at me, but as soon as it realized Mikey was nowhere near, the frozen feline mewled and frowned in distress. I rolled my eyes. "Mikey's not coming. I have to follow his agenda for today." I muttered. Ice cream kitty meowed forlornly. "I know, I know, but that's the way it's gonna be so we might as well make the best of it."

As soon as I realized what I was doing I face-palmed. "Ugh! Why am I wasting my time talking to it? It's not like it can understand me! Further more, just how am I supposed to play with you?" I face-palmed yet again and groaned, "Ugh! I'm talking to it again!"

Ice cream kitty cowered slightly at my raised voice and guilt began to creep into my stomach. I frowned and bent down a little so I could look the cat-creature in the eyes. Ever so slowly the feline shaped lump of ice cream extended a paw in my direction. I took a few steps closer maintaining eye contact.

Despite all my objections I have to admit…it's a cute little devil. Ever so slowly the corners of my mouth pulled up into a smile. The longer I stared at it the cuter it became. Tentatively I reached around to pet it. Ice cream kitty broke eye contact and began to follow my hand. I scratched the back of its neck softly. The mutated cat purred and arched into the contact, pushing into my hand.

"You know, don't tell this to Michelangelo, but you are pretty cute."

I was answered by a low purr. In fact, if I didn't know any better I could have sworn that Ice cream kitty was smiling at me…

Then my eye caught the clock on the wall next to the refrigerator. Eleven thirty? Already?

Crud, I'm supposed to be making lunch! I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples with a sigh.

This wasn't going to end well.

All three of my brothers are aware that I am not very proficient when it comes to cooking. Chemistry, yes. Cooking, no. Yes, essentially they are the same thing, but for whatever reason cooking and I don't mix well.

I sighed. Huh. I suppose I better get to work. I just know this isn't going to end well.

Mikey's POV

I smiled as I watched my brothers leave the dojo one by one to follow their various tasks for the day. I couldn't help but smirk at Donnie's dejected and put-out expression. Shell, I don't know what he's got to complain about. The day I had planned was a totally awesome one. At least he didn't have to meditate for two hours.

Well, I guess I shouldn't be complaining. At least it isn't something horrible. After all, meditation is just emptying your mind and heightening your senses, right? And as everybody knows, when it comes to keeping an empty mind, there is no one better, I thought with a smile as I settled down with my legs crossed and closed my eyes.

My mind was empty for quite some time. In fact, I had lost all sense of time until my stomach growled. My eyes snapped open. I'm hungry. I ventured out into the main room and looked at the clock. It was just about lunchtime.

Wow. I can't believe I just meditated for two whole hours! Meonardo got skills! I thought as I did a little victory dance. The sound of the oven beeping, the smell of something burning, and the quiet murmur of Don cussing under his breath snapped me out of it as I headed to the kitchen.

I froze in my tracks and my eyes widened. Oh yeah, I wrote on my agenda that I was supposed to make lunch. I scoffed. Bet Donnie's having fun with that.

I poked my head into the kitchen, throwing my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from breaking out in laughter. Donatello was fighting to pry the crisped remains of something from the oven while simultaneously attempting to fan away the smoke.

As soon as Donatello saw me he called out, "Mikey! For goodness sake don't just stand there! Do something!"

"Like what?" I asked impertinently.

"Like turn it off!"

I stared at him with disbelief. He'd been fighting with it for who-knows-how-long and he still hadn't turned it off? What kind of genius was he?

I sighed and shook my head as I turned the oven off. I took one glance at the inedible, blackened mass Don removed and set on the counter. Was it just me, or did the brainiac look almost…sad? I patted his shoulder reassuringly and murmured, "I think we should just order delivery, bro."

An eventful Lunch (Third Person POV)

After the pizzas had arrived, Mikey, Leo and Don settled on the couch and passed the boxes around. They ate in awkward silence until Leo decided to set the ball rolling. "So, uh, how have your days been so far?" he asked.

Mikey and Donnie exchanged glances. Mikey gestured for Don to go first. "I must say I'm not too pleased."

Mikey rolled his eyes, "Dude, my day is awesome! We should just be happy we didn't have to do a whole extra workout like Leo."

Leonardo growled at the reminder. But Donatello went on, "Learn anything yet?"

"Quite a bit." Leo answered, "You?"

Don shrugged, "Nothing particularly noteworthy."

They both turned to Mikey. The youngest shrugged. "I learned that I can meditate for two hours straight."

The older turtles stared doubtfully at their younger brother.

Michelangelo held up his hands "It's the truth! I swear!"

There was a loud bang from behind them and all three turtles turned in time to witness a purple-masked blur sweep into the main room and over to their side.

"Don, where do you keep the towels?" Raph asked as he barged over in all his hotheaded glory.

Raph swept rapidly over to Donatello, unceremoniously plucking the already bitten piece of pizza out of the brainiac's hand and subsequently proceeding to devour it.

"Hey!" Don protested as Raph chowed down on his slice of pizza.

Leo raised an eyeridge. He picked up the pizza box and offered it to his immediate younger brother, "Need some lunch, Raph?"

Raph finished the piece of pizza in his hand and shook his head. "No. No time for lunch. Donnie?"

The genius looked at his green-eyed brother with a put-out and confused expression.

Raph rolled his eyes and elaborated, "The towels!"

"In the third cabinet on the left, bottom shelf. What do you need towels for?" Don asked, confused.

"Drying the Shell Raiser, ya numbskull!" Raph said as he did an abrupt about-face and headed back towards the lab.

Don sputtered a little, now extremely confused. He ran to catch up with Raphael and quickly moved to stand directly in the hothead's path. "You're not supposed to finished with that until one o'clock! It's only twelve!"

Raph shrugged it off. "So I'm ahead of schedule, so what?"

"Ahead of schedule! Raphael, I allowed exactly the amount of time it takes for me to complete those tasks, you can't possibly be ahead of schedule!" Don said, beginning to feel extremely uneasy.

Raphael rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "You allotted the necessary time for you to complete the tasks, Don. What you failed to do was to consider this:" Raph stepped into Donatello's space bubble, poking the brainiac in the chest. "I'm faster than you."

Donatello glared and the two of them engaged in a glaring contest. Leo and Mikey exchanged knowing glances. Everyone knew that engaging Raphael in a glaring contest was like signing your own death warrant. Raphael always won. Always. Well…except when he was pitted against Master Splinter.

After a very long period of tense silence Donatello looked away and Raph began to gloat.

"Besides, I'd already done the other things so I figured I might as well move on." Raph stated as he entered the lab. Don was close on the hothead's heels.

"You tuned her up?" the brainiac asked with wonder in his voice as they approached the door to the lab.

"Yes, I tuned her up! You see many other guys working round here?" Raph responded, brandishing his typical, cynical sarcasm.

Leo and Mikey exchanged glances. Raph tuned up the Shell Raiser? As in Raph the 'hothead-of-destruction actually did something constructive?

"B-but how?" Don asked as the two of them disappeared into the lab, leaving both the eldest and the youngest turtle behind in the silence.

In the lab, Raphael had just about had enough of Donatello's doubts concerning his intelligence... "Oh come on Don! I'm not stupid. I know what a tune-up should consist of. Now get out of my lab, I have more important things to work on."

"Your lab?" Don asked, disbelievingly. "It's my lab, Raphael!"

"Not today, it's not." Raph retorted.

"You have no right to kick me out!" Don protested.

"Oh no?" Raphael asked, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. "LEO!" Raph yelled at the top of his lungs.

Leonardo came running. "You guys okay in here?"

"No. Now could you please show this nuisance to the door? He's slowing down my work." Raph stated, turning his back to his smart brother and heading further into the lab.

Leo turned to the purple masked brother with very soft eyes. "Donnie…"

The brainiac currently wearing the orange mask growled. "So that's how it's gonna be, eh Leo?" Don asked angrily. Then he turned back towards the older turtle wearing his mask, "Well I'll tell you this, Raphael. The next time you come to me with a bleeding arm or a busted knuckle I'm gonna throw you out on your rear end!" He yelled before storming out, completely enraged.

As soon as Donatello had left the room Raphael sprung into immediate action. Leonardo watched for a moment and slowly decided to follow. He did his best to keep up for a few seconds, but it was difficult and required considerable effort on his part. When in Shell did Raph get this fast? Leo wondered as he gave up and settled for watching his immediate younger brother run around the room.

Finally, after a considerable amount of flitting about gathering objects and materials, Raph slowed and came to a stop in the dead center of the room. The hothead muttered something about soap that Leo's ears couldn't quite catch.

Slowly the eldest asked, "What's the rush, Raph? I mean, come on, not being able to sit down for lunch? It can't be that bad." The next thing Leonardo knew a small piece of paper was being shoved in his face. He reached out and grabbed it reflexively before reading the contents. Dark blue eyes widened. "Then again, perhaps it can. But you still have at least an hour for each task, surely that allows you some time for breaks?"

Raph grunted and murmured, "I'm already ahead of schedule."

"Then what's the rush?" Leo asked demandingly, actually grabbing Raphael's arm and forcing the currently purple-masked turtle to a stop.

Raph growled at the action and yanked his arm away. Even so, the hothead knew that Leo wouldn't let him get back to work without an explanation. "I'm trying to go as fast as I can. I wanna finish ahead of schedule so that I can go with you to meet Casey."

"Raph—"

Raphael held up a hand, making Leonardo go silent. "I know you have to go, Leo, but if I finish my agenda early…"

"Raph, I'm supposed to go in your place."

Raph's shoulders dropped and he bowed his head. "I know…I know…but I—"

Leo raised an eye-ridge, "Why are you so desperate to go meet Casey?"

"Well it's…it's complicated. There was something important we were gonna do tonight that's all." Raphael deflated. "I really wanted to be there."

Leo's gaze softened a little. Raph wasn't one to openly display emotions other than anger. But right now it was obvious that whatever it was he had planned for later really meant a lot to him. And now he was gonna miss it. Even though he didn't openly show it, Leonardo could tell that Raphael was devastated. The eldest's heart clenched and he felt compelled to do something about it.

"I could always meet Casey and tell him you'll see him later this week." Leo suggested softly.

Raph seemed momentarily stunned, as though he could not believe Leo had just offered to help him. The hothead thought over the proposition for a few moments before reaching a resolution. He shook his head. "No. Don't worry about it. Just do what you have to do." He went on and grumbled, "Don't want you to get in trouble with Sensei." Bright green eyes dulled as a bitter, rueful, little smile curved his lips. "Now get out. I know you have other things you're supposed to be doing. Stop wasting your time in here with me."

"Raph…"

"Get out, Leo." Raph said as he good-naturedly shoved the older turtle towards the door.

"So long…Ronnie." Leo murmured teasingly.

Raph growled and glared at Leonardo as he left. "Have fun, Laph."

Leo smiled. About halfway to the door he remembered something and whirled back around. "Will you be joining us for patrol today?"

Raph shook his head. "Not on the schedule."

"But surely—"

Raph's eyes flashed. "It ain't on the schedule, Leo. Get that through yur thick skull! I got enough work to do around here as it is and I'd rather not be up all night taking care of Donnie's shit!"

Leo held up his hands in surrender at the unexpected outburst. "Okay, okay. Sorry. I didn't know. I was just wondering." He continued on his way out. About a foot from the door, Leo turned back once again. "Hey, I'm leaving now!" He yelled into the lab, having lost sight of the emerald green turtle.

"Good! Good riddance!" Came the gruff reply.

So there's the first half of the turtles' very mixed up day! Hope you enjoyed it!

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Thanks for reading everyone.