Hi there again! I'm really glad you liked the last chapter. I want to thank everyone for their reviews and I see some awesome requests! Unfortunately I can't write them all at once, but I'm trying to write them as soon as possible.

For now no request. Nevertheless I hope you like it!

Coffee Addiction

It was a pretty normal friday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own things, and so was Mikey. Because the tv was broken (Raph didn't like his team to lose, so he logically threw his sai directly through the screen, cutting a wire, caused a short circuit and had to run hard to put out the fire before it got out of hand), the newest comic wasn't out yet, his handheld game was out of batteries and he didn't feel like annoying someone, he decided to spend some time in the kitchen, preparing a nice and extensive meal. He had put on some music and he softly sang the lyrics, while bobbing his head on the beat at the same time. He let his knife slide smoothly through the red bell pepper and removed the seeds. Suddenly he heard someone come in and he whipped his head up. "Hey, Donnie," he greeted his brother, who smiled. "Hey, Mike. Whatcha doin'?" he asked curiously as he peeked over Mike's shoulder.

"Just preparing dinner," Mike answered and he started dicing the vegetable like a pro. Don turned around and looked at the clock. "That's kinda early."

Mike turned his head and followed Don's gaze. "Yeah, why not. Now it has time to simmer some," he said with a shrug. Don nodded. "I see. Bet it would be nice."

"Dude, off course it's gonna be nice. I'm making it!" Mikey exclaimed jokingly as he shifted the diced pepper into a bowl. He then grabbed an onion and started peeling it.

"Heh, I don't argue with you here," Don agreed and he walked over to the coffee maker, preparing the device. A little surprised Mikey looked at it. "Again?" he commented. Don turned around, facing his brother. "What do you mean?"

"Just an hour ago you took a whole thermos to your lab. And an hour before that, too."

"Yeah… So?"

"You finished that already?"

"Eh.. Yes?" Don answered questionably, not getting the point. Mike stopped and lowered his knife. "Really? And now you're making more?"

"Why not?"

"Dude, don't you think you take a little too much coffee?" Mikey hated to sound pedantic, because that was Leo's thing to do, but in this case he didn't have a choice. Don looked at him a little surprised and raised an eye ridge. "Not really."

Mikey looked back frowning, not saying anything, hoping his gaze would explain what he felt. And it worked.

"Look," Don started. "I have so much to do and so little time. Coffee helps me to stay alert."

Mike nodded. "Sure. And a normal sleep rhythm is out of the question?" he said, trying to sound not too sarcastic. Don inhaled deeply and leaned back against the countertop. "At night I'm at my best. I can work for hours and finish a lot of things. Besides, I don't need much sleep."

"No, but in exchange you need three gallons of coffee a day."

"It not... that much…" he said slowly, as he calculated the amount of coffee he really drank a day. He then realised his brother wasn't far off. "Alright, maybe I do," he admitted. "But there's nothing wrong with that."

"Nothing wrong with that?" Mikey repeated. "Dude, I don't think too much caffeine is that good for you, bro. You just said that a few weeks ago when you thought I was drinking too much coke." He waved his arms to put more strength in his words, realizing mid-way he still had the knife in his hand. Quickly he put it down and looked at his brother again, who was shifting uncomfortably.

"That is different. Soda contains a lot of sugar and fructose and in combination with caffeine it could lead to different effects like muscle problems, tooth decay, hypokalaemia and even diabetes," he explained, watching his brother got a doubtful look on his face. "Yeah, right. And drinking coffee non-stop doesn't give any bad side effects?"

"I'm doing fine as you can see." Don turned around and watched the last drops of coffee fall into the pot.

"I was doing fine too when you said I needed to cut back on soda. So I -"

"Mike. I know a lot more about this stuff than you do. No offence, but it's true," Don said as he turned around again, coffee pot in his hands. Mike shrugged. "No offence taken, but I still think you should drink less of that stuff." He pointed at the black liquid.

"Thanks for being concerned, but I'm doing very well," Don said with a smile and he started to walk away. "If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do before dinner."

Mikey looked at him disapprovingly. "Well, if you take a break, start researching the term 'coffee addiction'."

Don snorted. "I'm not addicted, Mikey. I just like coffee." With that he walked out of the kitchen. Mike shook his head. "It all starts with denial!" he called after his brother, who said nothing in return. Sighing Mikey grabbed the knife again and continued cutting up the onion. "Not an addict, huh. We'll see about that," he mumbled, as his creative mind started working. He needed his brother to cut back on his coffee intake and therefore he needed a plan. It didn't took long before a mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Ready yourself, Donnie-boy. Operation Coffee Rehab is about to start."

I hope you liked it! I'm planning on writing a sequel on this story, so prepare yourself ;).

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