Heya guys, luckily my bro helped me out with my macbook so I have a different laptop to use for the time being. Now I can write the next chapter. This story still has a way to go if you're wondering. c:

Snow and ice cold rain pelted down on the rooftops, making a soggy wet mush, the ground, if Donnie knew where he was, he'd probably be scolding him for both not wearing a jacket of some kind and leaving the lair. Right now, he didn't really care. With this weather, people weren't out, he jumped onto the fire escape, clinging to the freezing cold metal and hanging off it, looking down below him just incase some idiot was outside in this weather. As he jumped into the slush on the ground below him, he rubbed his hands together, trying to get feeling back into the numb digits. Raphael knew his brothers were probably worried, he'd been out here for at least thirty minutes, and with a storm brewing it was a bad idea, but he needed a break. His family had been so suffocating lately! "Yo!"

The voice made him freeze, who was is? Had someone seen him? Shit. The red clad turtle squinted at the silhouette that was in the alley across from him. God, his sight had gotten blurry, he hated it. "Who's there?" He growled, slowly moving towards the other alley, pulling his sai out from his belt, gripping the familiar leather tightly as he inched closer. "Raph, it's me. Casey!"

Oh. Spinning his weapons before putting them back in his belt, walking over to Casey, he had come prepared, he wore a large black leather jacket, and baggy sweat pants. He had on leather gloves as well. It looked rather ridiculous but Raph didn't say anything about it, "What're you doin' out here? Ain't it too cold fer ya?"

"I should be askin' you that." Casey shot back.

Raphael shrugged as Casey shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. "Anything happenin tonight?"

"Nah, the storm scared everyone."

He rolled his eyes at that, "When it's snowin' it's like all crime is extinct." He huffed, crossing his arms over his plastron, leaning back against the cold, wet bricks of the alley.

"Ya got that right. What're you doin' out here anyway? Isn't it too cold out here fer ya?"

A low, deep growl left his throat as he glared at the vigilante in front of him. "No. I'm perfectly fine."

Casey was quiet for a few minutes before shrugging his shoulders carelessly, "I just thought it would be. You being cold blooded an all."

"No."

It was quiet after that, Casey's attention set on a rat that was running around the alley, digging in the snow, Raphael however was more concerned about the streets, staring at the empty streets of New York. He felt himself shiver yet again and cursed quietly. Casey's fascination with the rat suddenly ended and he spoke up, "No one's out here. Wanna come to April's with me?"

As much as he wanted to, the red masked turtle knew if he didn't head home soon he'd be getting a lecture from his father, and two of his brothers. One was enough for the hot-headed turtle, "Nah."

Casey shrugged again and waved before running off, Raphael mumbling a, "see ya." As his friend left.

Not exactly ready to back to the lair just yet, the sai wielding turtle pushed himself off the crumbling wall and began climbing the fire escape to the roof above him, his feet were numb and burned slightly, as well as his fingers that still clung to the shining, wet metal of the fire escape. With all the rain coming down, it wasn't enough to make the snow stick, and was now mostly just a wet, sloshy mess. As he got to the top of the roof, he saw a black shadow on his left, by the time he turned the shadow was gone. Maybe it was the foot? With this in mind, the hot headed turtle sprinted towards the direction he saw the shadow go in. The buildings on either side of him came out as large reddish- brown and grey blurs as he sprint across the rooftops, following after the black covered shadow. His legs began to burn, the adrenaline pumping through his veins took the numbing cold feeling away and soon, he was standing on top of an abandoned building in the older part of town. No one good was ever here and he knew whatever or whoever he saw had led him here on purpose. Panting quietly, Raph looked around the area he was in, where did the shadow go?

Placing his calloused green hands on his sai, the mutant turtle looked around the ruined, street block for any sign of the shadow, his hands tightening on the dark brown leather that wrapped around the hilt of his precious weapons. That's when he saw it, the small flicker of black against the brick wall. "Got'cha." He smirked, slowly, and quietly moving towards the shadow.

"Hello Turtle."

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew he had been trapped. For once he really wished he listened to all those times his master and Leo had told him to think, then do. Growling quietly and pulling both sais out, he glared at Hun, and the dozen foot soldiers that stood by his side. Hun motioned for two of the soldiers to step forward and they did so, silently moving around Raphael, who was growing more impatient. Finally he lunged forwards, striking his first opponent, who quickly dodged, slicing his katana through the air, the red masked turtle paused for a second, to stare down at the katana that was mere inchesfrom his face before jumping back and getting into a fighting stance, waving at the both of them with one sai, motioning for them to come to him. The black covered ninjas wasted no time, one jumping in the air, and leg flying forwards, the mutant turtle blocked the kick, and grabbed the soldier's foot, hitting him in the head with the back of his sai. As soon as the weapon made contact the foot soldier dropped to the ground with a thud. Help. As the fight went on he got slower and slower, despite being covered and sweat, and hot from the adrenaline, he was cold blooded, and his body was beginning to freeze up.

By now the foot ninjas were all lying on the ground, unconscious, the only one still standing was Hun, and he was becoming more of a problem than he usually was, Raphael barely able to dodge or block his attacks, now, if it was a bit warmer out, dealing with Hun wouldn't be this bad, but now, in this weather, and with his body getting tired, the red masked turtle knew he needed help. He jumped in the air, doing a back flip to put some space between him and the giant. In the few short seconds he had of not being on defense, the hot head reached for his shellcell, only to realize he never actually brought it. "Damn." He hissed, glaring up at Hun as he came running forward, Raph dived towards the ground, just barely missing a strong punch meant for his gut. "Are you cold?" Hun laughed, and Raph grunted.

"Not just yet." He replied with a grin, lunging at Hun.

The Purple Dragon leader laughed, grabbing Raphael's leg as he tried to kick him, he held Raphael upside down, squeezing his ankle painfully tight. Grimacing, Raph tried to punch him, but he was moving too slow. "Looks like this is it." Hun laughed again, and Raphael glared, was this really it?

Before Hun could do anything else, Raphael saw a blur of green and blue, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on his shell, staring up at the dark sky above him. "Ughh.." He groaned, slowly sitting up and shaking his head.

"You okay bro?" Donatello yelled as he tripped Hun with his bo staff.

"Just peachy!" Raph grumbled, looking over to see all three of his brothers, who had taken Hun out in a matter of minutes.

By now Raphael was shaking like a leaf, his teeth chattering loudly. His body was wet from the cold rain snow slush from earlier, he looked over to his brothers, who were making their way over to him. "C-Cold." He grunted, and Donnie rolled his eyes.

"Yes, it's cold bro. What were you doing out here this long?!" He asked, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Raphael shrugged his little brother's hand off, as he added, "Raphael you're freezing!"

"Good job." The hot head spat, ignoring Leo's sigh and Mikey's eye roll.

"Let's go." Leo told them all.

Raphael had no problem with the leader's choice for once, and followed his brothers, it took them a little bit longer to get home than usual, Raphael's movements felt slow and jerkish, and he felt like lead. Of course he didn't voice these thoughts out loud, knowing Don would go into a full physical right there, as well as pester him with a bunch of questions which was the last thing he wanted right now. All Raphael wanted to do at the moment was curl up under a blanket and sleep. He was tired and cold. As he trudged down the cold, tunnels of the sewer, he found himself thinking back to when they were little. Back then they didn't have as much, and to keep warm, they four of them, and Splinter shared a bed, they'd all curl up together. His hand traced the moist, cold walls of the sewers, and he paused for a moment. He was becoming really tired.

"Raph?" As the red masked turtle opened his eyes, he let his hand drop from where it rest on the wall, and he stood there, arms hanging limply by his sides.

"Huh?" He asked dazedly, and Leo frowned.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine Leo. " He muttered, before walking in front of his blue masked brother. Was he fine? Did he have a concussion? He didn't remember hitting his head. As he took the lead he looked down at his numb hand. It was blurry, which was strange because he had twenty-twenty vision.

"Raph!"

Head shooting up, Raphael spun around, only to be facing Donnie. "You're swaying." He said worriedly.

He was? "No. M'…not." He slurred, blinking a few times, and tilting his head. "Wha..?"

"Did you hit your head?"

He could barely hear his purple masked brother over the ringing in his ears. "No." He said a little bit louder than needed, although he couldn't tell because of the ringing. He realized all three of his brother were giving him worried looks now.

"Let's sit down Raphie." Leo said as he put his hands on Raphael's shoulders, pushing him down gently.

The hot headed turtle blinked, and shook his head. "Bu'…I'm…f'ne."

Leo shook his head, pushing on Raphael's shoulders again. "No you aren't."

He squinted up at Leo, who was still blurry, "Why're ya whisperin'?"

"Why's Raph acting so weird?" Mikey asked, looking down at his older brother who was now sitting on the cold floors of the sewer tunnels.

Donnie sighed, and squat down in front of Raphael, who was still squinting to see. "I think he hit head his Mikey."

Mikey's gaze switched over to Donnie, who shrugged his shoulders and began feeling Raph's head for any bumps.

"Don he's starting to fall asleep."

"I don't know if he has a concussion or not. We have to keep him awake."

"-Not sleeping."

"Good bro, now let's get you home."

Raphael thought back to when they were little again, they would play games in these tunnels all the time, tag, hide and seek, man hunt, follow the leader, freeze tag, and a few others. He blinked lazily, as he thought back on follow the leader, even then Leo seemed to be in charge. A smile spread across his face as he sunk lower, he heard Leo grunt, but before he could think anything of it he was ack in his mind, remembering the time he had decided to go into the closed down part of the sewers, maybe it was to show off, or prove he was strong, maybe it was some other reason. All he knew was at the time he wanted to be the best at follow the leader, and if leading them through dangerous tunnels would get him respect in the game, he was all for it. Of course it had ended up being a disaster.

There was the time they had been playing hide and seek, he had gone so far into the sewers he ended up lost, for hours Raphael had tried to find his way home in the maze of tunnels, but just got more confused. After a few more hours that he spent crying, and angrily hitting the wall- which, resulted in nothing but a bleed toe- his father had found him and took him back home. It took a week for Raphael to go in the sewers alone after that. Now he knew these sewers so well he could probably find his way with his eyes closed. Not even Splinter knew these sewers as good as him. In his dazed mind, he hadn't even realized they were back at the lair until Donnie was shining a light in his eyes.

"Stoppit…" He mumbled, letting his head loll onto his plastron.

Donnie rolled his eyes, picking his brother's head up. "You don't have a concussion…."

Raphael knew his brother wasn't talking to him, he was talking to himself, trying to come up with the reason for Raph's strange behaviour. "Let's get you to bed buddy." He said after a few minutes of silence.

Raphael wasn't going to complain there, by now his skin had dried, and although it was clammy, he was still cold to the touch however, body still shaking. As he dragged his feet across the floor and into his room, Donnie looked over to Leo.

"Something's wrong." He mouthed behind Raph's back.

Raphael wasted no time in getting into his hammock, and under the warm blankets, making a warm cozy caccoon around himself before closing his eyes, and beginning to fall asleep, enjoying the sudden warmth that filled his body.

Downstairs Mikey was staring up at Raph's room. His brother was yet again, disabled in some way. Of course he was out in the freezing cold rain and snow. Not only that but he had gotten into a fight too, he probably wasted what little energy he had, or that's what Donnie said with them being cold blooded and all. He sighed softly, before turning his gaze over the kitchen where his brother, and father sat, talking quietly. "I'm gonna go bother Donnie." The orange masked turtle chirped.

Both Leo and Splinter gave him a disapproving look that he ignored as he strolled into the lab, jumping onto the desk Donnie was working at, "What's up?"

Donatello stared up at him and gave him that, 'I know exactly what you're doing. Go away I'm busy.' Look.

Mikey ignored that too.

"I'm working."

"On what?"

"Blood samples."

He paused, "Why? Who's blood?"

"Your blood soon if you don't get off my desk."

The youngest turtle squeaked, jumping off of the table and standing next to his genius brother instead. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find what's going on with Raph by comparing his blood with Leo's."

Hadn't he already done that before though? A few times already? Maybe Don was beginning to get desperate. "Oh, okay." He said, grinning. "When will you be done?"

"I don't know."

"Soon?"

Donnie sighed, placing the tubes of blood in the trey that held him and looking at his younger brother, "Why?"

"I thought we could do something, like watch a movie. Since Raph has been sick we haven't done much together." His grin faltered when Donnie picked the tubes back up.

"Watch a movie without me, I'm too busy."

Donnie spent too much time on his work. Sure helping Raphael was important. However, and they both knew he wouldn't figure it out in the next hour, so it wouldn't hurt for him to watch a movie with his brothers. "C'mon dude! We need to bond."

"We're four mutant turtles who only have two human friends and live in the sewers together. We bond quite a bit everyday." Came the purple clad turtle's response.

Okay, sure Donnie had a point, but he wouldn't let him know that! "Bro, Raph has been in his room almost everyday! Let's watch a movie together, we're all so tense."

Donnie paused, and looked up at the pouting Mikey, before sighing. "Fine. One movie. That's it."

"Cool dude!"

With that the youngest turtle was off, and darting towards the dojo, where Leo was meditating. "Leo!"

Feeling a little bit annoyed when Leo ignored him he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, poking Leo with his foot. "Leo. "

"Can't you see I'm doing something Mikey?"

"Let's watch a movie!"

His older brother cracked an eye open to look at him, "Why?" He questioned and Mikey pouted.

"All of us. We haven't done anything together since Raphael's gotten sick."

"I don't know…"

"Please Leo?"

Leo shrugged his shoulders. "I guess. Isn't Raphael asleep?"

"We'll watch it when he wakes up!" He chirped, and the blue masked turtle gave him a curt nod before going back to his meditating. Leaving Mikey to his own devices once again.

So, the mutant turtle set about finding a movie all of them would enjoy, Raphael and himself liked action movies, but Donatello liked sci-fi movies. Leo liked old school movies, and horror movies. He finally decided on World War Z, since it had a little bit of everything. Even a little bit of romance, if Master Splinter joined them in their movie night. Now all he had to do was wait for Raph to wake up.

It was around ten that night when Raphael finally woke up, he was still a bit tired, but, he wasn't cold and his sight was fine again. The ringing in his ears was gone too. As the slipped out of his hammock- his first destination the kitchen- he dragged his feet out of the room and into the kitchen below for a soda. "Raph you're awake!"

"Hi Mikey." He grunted, opening the tap with one finger as he leaned against the yellow aged wall.

"We're having a movie night."

"We?"

"All of us!"

"I don't want to watch a movie." Raphael mumbled, drinking the rest of his soda before throwing the can in the trash.

"But, everyone already agreed…"

"So you guys can watch a movie. I got betta things to do."

"One movie."

He flicked his orange masked brother on the head before sighing, "It has to be an action movie."

"Got it dude!"

Maybe a movie night was just what they needed, Raphael was always sick, Leo was always training, and Donnie would rarely leave his lab. They needed to bond again, and Mikey seemed to understand this, of course the rest of them did too. Mikey however, put his thoughts into action. That's why he was sitting here, watching a man kill zombies with his brothers, who were probably just as pre-occupied with their own thoughts, instead of the movie, but what they were really enjoying, was the company of one another.

What do you guys think of the newest chapter? I'm saving up my money to buy a new laptop, so if I'm gone for a few weeks I'm sorry. Just keep in mind I will be back soon!

R&R