Hey guys! I know, I've been gone for a REALLY long time. The good news is, I got my laptop fixed! Now that it's fixed I can update my stories. ouo I was rereading this one and I realize there's a lot of spelling errors and grammar errors that my writing program didn't tell me about. ._. I should probably get a better one, xD Anywho, I might rewrite the whole story. Haha I don't know yet. xD

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Now, with that settled...LET THE STORY BEGIN!

I don't own TMNT, or any turtles for that matter.

For the last day Raphael had been forced to stay in bed much to his protests of being fine, his brother wasn't going to risk it, and Raph knew he wouldn't be able to change the purple masked turtle's mind. So, he had talked the brainiac turtle into allowing him to at least lay on the couch, where he had been for the past three hours, flipping through channels like some bored teenager. Which was what he was, Leo was meditating and Mikey was being forced to take extra lesson from Splinter. Donnie was obviously in his lab, leaving Raphael to find his own means of entertainment, which usually wouldn't be so hard if a certain turtle would let him get up.

Glaring at the lab door as if they were the ones that gave him the cruel punishment of not moving, Raph sighed for what seemed like the tenth time in the last five minutes, before looking over to the television, but not really paying attention. He had managed to- yet again- get shot. He was beginning to get used to the feeling, although it was never red masked turtle stopped flipping through channels after finding a boxing match and settled down comfortable, one arm slung over his plastron, the other itching the gauz that was wrapped tightly around his side.

Stupid stitches, they were always itchy, Don had started wrapping extra gauz around his stitched wounds just because Raphael would itch until they were pulled out. Shifting into a more comfortable position he looked at the television once again, golden eyes glaring at the tele in excitement. He always did enjoy a good boxing round every once in awhile.

"Raph, you shouldn't be itching that."

He didn't even look away from the T.V, rolling his eyes and itching even more to upset his brother, "Mind yer own business fearless."

"When Don catches you..." He trailed off and his younger brother shrugged,

"What's he gonna do? Punish me? I can't go anywhere." He stated matter of factly.

Leo sighed and plopped down in a chair next to the couch, Raphael grinned at the noise of defeat, and looked at his older brother for a moment. Leo seemed so different since he became leader. When they were younger he was just as adventurous and wild as he himself was, yet now he seemed to mellow out, he was the only one who seemed to change over the years. Green fingers began itching the gauz on his head and he huffed, looking at Leo and waiting for him to scold him again for itching, but when he didn't he frowned. There's no way Leo wouldn't be on his case without a reason...

"Do you want me to wrap your hands up too so you won't itch those?"

So that's why Leo didn't say anything, "No, I'm fine." he growled, glaring daggers at Leo as he spoke. He practically sold him out! Crossing his arms over his plastron Raphael looked back at the television, watching the two big men jump around the court, swinging at each other every couple of seconds. Both of them were big, it would be a tough match he knew it. He also noted however, that one of them was beginning to slow down, he had all his money put on the other male.

Once again he began itching his side, ignoring his brothers' glares as he stared at the television program in interest. They never really watched T.V together anymore, since all of them had their own hobbies they liked to do when they weren't training or busy stopping some world damnation. However, the evil masterminds of New York City and space seemed to be taking the day off, and Raphael couldn't really move around much anyway, so it was the perfect oppurtunity. He would never admit it out loud, but he actually missed doing things like this. Even if his brothers usually annoyed him the most during the times like this.

The three of them watched t.v for a few hours, teasing and bickering every once in awhile, after a bit Mikey too soon joined them at the television, the night went by pretty fast, after all it wasn't very often the four of them could all sit around and manage to get along like this.

Not too long later Raphael fell asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, short and strong breaths leaving his body as he snored, one of his legs was hanging off the couch and his right arm was lying across his chest. He looked so peaceful, and it made Leo smile when he saw that Raph had indeed fallen asleep during their time together.

"He's out like a light, hm?"

"Rightfully so, he hasn't been sleeping very well." Donnie replied, looking over to his sleeping brother and shrugging, "He always did have a slight insomnia problem."

"and here I thought it was you who had the sleeping problems."

Mikey snickered, "He's right dude. Your always up."

"I'm a night owl, there's a difference." He replied, smirking and getting up, stretching his arms and sighing at the satisfying pop they made. "Well, I have some things to work on." The purple masked turtle said with a smile.

Leo nodded, watching his younger brother walk away, and turning his gaze back over to the other one, "You should get some rest too. I'm pretty sure we'll have a busy morning tomorrow.."

"Aww dude, that's no fun."

Of course, the humor of the family knew eo was probably right and with a wave goodnight, he too went off to go to bed.

Leo smiled and looked at his other brother, the one that was sleeping on the couch. The eldest turtle sighed and got up himself, heading off to his own room for sleep. After all, they had training in the morning, with that in mind he took his mask off, putting the blue fabric on his nightstand, rolling onto his bed and turning the light off. However sleep didn't come, he was too occupied by his own thoughts. This was the first night in what seemed like forever since he spent time with his brothers like this. If felt...nice.

Leonardo knew he was always trying to get his brothers to work harder, but not because they weren't good enough for him, but because he needed them to be able to handle themselves. He remembered the time Raphael got hurt for the first time in a battle. That's when he decided his brothers needed to be perfect.

The rain pelted the four of them, Leo didn't mind it that much, the slight stinging felt good in a way, not that he was a masochist, he just found it to be relaxing. Tonight they were on patrol, lately there had been more crimes, and finally after some convincing, they were allowed out to stop some of it. So here they were, standing on the ledge of a building, looking down at the city below him. It was pretty quiet tonight, maybe everyone was home because of the rain.

"Mikey!"

His brother's rough brooklynn accent pulled him from his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder at his red masked brother, who currently had Mikey in a headlock.

"Let go dude! Hahaha!"

Rolling his eyes and giving another glance to the city below him he turned around, "Can't you two behave?" He scolded as he walked towards his brothers, giving Raph a stern look, "Leave Mikey be."

"C'mon Leo, you know he had this comin'"

"Duuuude! I didn't do anyth-" There bickering was cut off when the sound of glass shaddering came from below.

Looks like people weren't scared of the rain afterall. Raph let go of Mikey immediatly to go check out the noise, peeking over the building he grinned, "Looks like we have a few heads to bust."

Leo looked at Raphael, and frowned, "We should see-"

Before the blue masked turtle could even finish his sentence Raph had already jumped down below, the smirk on his face as he did so. He groaned as his other brothers followed after the red masked turtle.

Those were the times Leo let his brother get away with being hot headed, he had been too confident in the team's abilities. He closed his eyes, pressing his face into the pillow as the memory continued.

"Really? Couldn't you just listen-" He sent a kick into someone's side, hearing the thud of him hitting the ground and dodging another man's hit, "I wanted to see what they were doing. There's nothing around here for them to take!" He grabbed a pipe that was swung at his head, pulling it closer and kicking the guy on the other end of it in the gut. Glaring at the second oldest brother.

"There just some pity thugs, Leo. Ain't anything to worry about!"

Looking over at Raphael he realized how violent his fighting was, instead of trying to make the men lose their ground, he'd go towards knocking them out. He watched as his brother punched a man in the face. The man falling to the ground instantly, holding his now bleeding nose. Meanwhile, Donnie and Mikey seemed to be working together, Bringing thugs towards one of them, and throwing them to the other as a sort of game. Leave it to Mikey to make a game out of it...

It was actually going pretty smoothly, no one seemed to be trying to hard, afterall there was only about fifteen of them all together, and it wasn't hard to deal with, Leo used the back of his katana to knock a guy in the stomach. That's when he heard it, the surprised yell of his red masked sibling, he spun around, looking over to where his brother was holding his thigh. He could already see the blood running down his leg and seeping through his fingers.

The wound, although it stunned him, seemed to only fuel his anger, and he lunged at the man who had stabbed him with the switch blade. Still too shocked to move- the man who had stabbed him was now laying on the ground, unconscious. The distraction caused Leo to feel a swift punch to the gut and he let out a gasp, jumping into the air and round house kicking the man who swung. "Raph!" He called over to his brother, who was now surrounded.

Donnie had cleared a path of men out of the way and was standing next to his red masked brother, while Mikey and Leo took care of the enemies up front. "Leo, he's bleeding pretty bad. He might need stitches."

Mikey looked over to his brother and frowned, shoving a man Leo's way, Leo knocked him out and ran over to where his three brothers now were. "What should we do?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine!"

"You aren't fine, you're bleeding!"

"S'not like I'm dyin' Leo!"

"You got stabbed Raph!"

"Uhm guys, it isn't really the best time to be fighting."

"Bros, it's the popo!"

As the air filled with silence, Leo heard the sirens and growled. Things just kept getting worse, he looked over to his purple masked brother, who was crouched down next to Raphael, "We need to go." He said, feeling queasy from the amount of blood that seemed to come from the small wound.

Donnie nodded, "Keep pressure on the wound, Raph." He said.

"That's a lot of blood dude," Mikey mumbled, a frown on his face, "Are you sure he'll be okay?"

"It's not that bad, c'mon scatterbrain we need to get movin'!" Mikey pouted at the response and stuck his tongue out at his older red masked brother.

Leo motioned for his brothers to hurry as the police sirens came closer, and slung one of Raphael's arms around his shoulder, helping him through the alley, and into the drain that led to the sewers below.

That was when Leo knew he needed to work harder, and become a better leader. He yawned, rolling onto his plastron.

It was damp in the sewers below, and now there was another problem, infection. The sewers down here were pretty dirty, and just one drop of the water could infect the wound. Every few minutes he'd look at his red masked brother to make sure he was okay. All you could hear was the sound of them walking, the usually talkitive group too concerned with their bleeding brother to say anything.

"I don't feel so good."

Raphael was beginning to lose consciousness, Leo could tell by the way his body was going slack, his feet dragging across the ground instead of his slight limping from before. "Hey, Hey, you have to stay awake little brother." The leader of the team said, stopping for a moment, to give his younger brother a small break.

He glanced over to his two other brothers, who had stopped upon hearing Leo's voice, "We need to get him to the lair." He said matter of factly, "Mikey, help me carry him."

The orange masked turtle nodded, "Will he be okay?"

"He'll be fine." Donnie said quickly.

Helping Raph stand once again they continued their walk through the dark tunnels of the sewers, every minute seemed like and hour with how slow they were moving, and after what seemed like forever, they reached the lair.

"Leo, Mikey, put him on the couch. I'll get stuff to take care of that leg of his."

"Sound good to me. He's pretty heavy."

"Not the time Mikey." Donnie said, shooting his brother a glare.

Of course Raphael was fine, nothing a few stitches couldn't handle, even though it was just a little stitched up cut, Leo decided from that day on, he would need to make sure his brothers were prepared for everything.

Even though it was a small wound, and not that bad, that day had taught him not to be so cocky, and they could get seriously hurt at any time, that in mind, he fell asleep.

I know, I know, this chapter isn't really that important. Or that well written...I've been sick but I felt bad because I haven't written anything in ages xD If you noticed I deleted my ROTG story, I wanna just work on this for now. I'll have the next update by next Sunday. v.v

R&R please!