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Chapter List
- 1-The End Justifies
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23 Final
- 13
- 14
- 15
The End Justifies

part 14
            “You know that it’s my policy to never break a confidence,” Don began.
            Leo nodded. “I do, just as you know I wouldn’t ask it of you unless it was something that could have a potentially adverse effect on this family. Personal things should always remain personal, but sometimes other considerations must be taken into account.”
            They were in Donatello’s lab. It was late afternoon and their first chance to speak to one another without being seen by Raph or Mikey, both of whom were preoccupied with a video game challenge at the moment.
            From the moment that Raph had left the infirmary earlier that morning until now, Leo had been casting glances in Don’s direction. The looks were questioning and Don understood them well. Leo wanted Don to tell him what was going on with Raph.
            Don certainly wanted to tell Leo, he just had to make it appear as though he was reluctant to do so.
            “All right, with that being said I’d like to ask that you let me handle this as much as possible. The approach I’ll take will be resented by him a lot less than any you might try. I’m not trying to be harsh,” Don added quickly, “it’s simply an observation I’ve made about how you two normally interact.”
            “If what we are discussing is a medical issue then I acknowledge that it’s within your purview,” Leo said. “That is your area of expertise. I would like an assessment of the situation and a general idea of what you propose to do. As this team’s leader, I have to know any physical limitations my team members might have and I need to remain in control of that information.”
            Don maintained a straight face despite the urge to laugh. If Leo only knew how much was already out of his control.
            “That’s a given,” Don said with a polite smile, adding to himself, “smug bastard.”
            “Then tell me what you found,” Leo said.
            Don took a deep breath. “I think Raph took a blow to the head when we were fighting the Purple Dragons.”
            “You told me no one got hurt,” Leo said slowly and deliberately, his face registering displeasure.
            “Yes I did,” Don said. “I told you the truth as I knew it. This is just a surmise based on the things I’ve observed in Raph’s behavior, because there are no physical signs of injury on him. That night after we went back to Casey’s apartment, both he and Raph had a couple of beers and fell asleep. I thought bad beer was what made them pass out so quickly and also made Raph sick. Now I’m wondering if that wasn’t the first clue that he had a head injury.”
            “Raph got sick?” Leo asked before a look of understanding crossed his face. “Casey’s sheets?”
            Don clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in acknowledgment. “My attempt at covering for him. I’m sorry I told you that lie, but I honestly thought it was nothing more than skunked beer. I was also feeling a little resentful that you placed so little trust in me and my abilities as a ninja.”
            “I wasn’t trying to convey those kinds of thoughts to you when I was questioning your outing, Don,” Leo said. “I was trying to wrap my head around your sudden need to express a more aggressive side of your personality. You don’t need to prove anything to me, but I understand now that you felt you had to remind Raph and Mikey that you are as much a fighter as they are.”
            Don let the statement go at face value. He wasn’t having this discussion with Leo because of a need to make his brother eat those self-serving platitudes. His purpose now was to give Leo a basis for the suspicions and misgivings the oldest brother had been displaying since the night Don went out with Raph.
            “That’s okay, Leo,” Don said. “I think we can let that go for the time being and focus on what I think might be happening with Raph.”
            “Do you believe Raph’s teeth grinding is because of a blow to the head?” Leo asked.
            “It could be. I didn’t tell Raph any of this; all I said to him was that I needed to research the subject. He admitted to me that he’s been having some disturbing dreams and he doesn’t appear to be rested despite the fact he’s apparently had more sleep lately than is usual for him.”
            “What kind of dreams?” Leo asked. “Nightmares?”
            “Depends on how you look at it,” Don thought gleefully, fighting the twitch of his facial muscles as they tried to pull his mouth into a grin.
            His face under control, Don said, “Possibly. He doesn’t actually know; he simply has a vague recollection of dreaming.” He wasn’t going to tell Leo that the dreams were erotic; that bit of information would hit too close to home.
            “Getting sick and passing out, bad dreams and teeth grinding don’t seem to lead to a conclusion that Raph’s been injured,” Leo said. “Especially since you say you never saw an injury on him.”
            Leo was giving his brother a skeptical look and Don knew it was time to spring the final part of his subterfuge.
            “I probably wouldn’t be concerned either if that was all,” Don said. “But apparently Raph’s been having episodes of lost time and experiencing dizzy spells as well. I noticed something was off when we were practicing the day after he and I had that fight with the Dragons. He was moving in an odd way and I just thought it was because his stomach was still upset. Considering what he confessed to me today, dizziness could account for his jerky movements.”
            Don was careful not to let on that he knew Leo had seen Raph’s pain, or that he was aware of the fact that Leo had called Raph out on it. Raph’s personal philosophy of never supplying Leo with answers was working in Donatello’s favor.
            “You aren’t making any definitive statements, Donny,” Leo said. “Can you say for certain that Raph is hurt or not?”
            “You want me to tell you that Raph has sustained a cranial injury and I can’t do that,” Don admitted. “I was separated from him during the fight by a pair of rather large trucks. The entire fight probably lasted no more than ten minutes. I think if Casey had seen Raph get hit, he would have said something, but from what he did say it seems that Casey was watching me. Probably Raph told him to, considering the amount of confidence you all have in my abilities.”
            He couldn’t help but make that last jab. Leo might say that he felt Don had nothing to prove to him, but his own actions belied those words.
            Leo did have the courtesy to appear discomfited, although he chose not to address the assertion.
            “How can we know for sure that Raph’s been injured and what can be done about it?” Leo asked.
            “I need to do some research on head injuries and compare what I find to Raph’s symptoms. I told him I’d do that and I foresee spending the night at it. I’d also suggest that he not go out again until we discover what is going on with him; those dizzy spells alone are cause for worry and he certainly shouldn’t be trying to fight while having them,” Don said.
            Leo nodded. “Should I suggest that to him, or would you rather do it, considering his natural resentment for anything I say?”
            Now it was Leo’s turn to get in a jab of his own. Don let it slide, as much as he was enjoying the verbal fencing with Leo, his actual purpose for having this conversation in the first place was within sight.
            “Why don’t we let Master Splinter take care of that? I think his approach as a Father would be less likely to anger Raph than either of ours,” Don suggested. “I have a tentative plan that I’d like to run past you in the event that my research does indicate that Raph may be suffering from an injury to his skull.”
            “Go ahead,” Leo prompted.
            Don waved a hand in the direction of the infirmary. “I’d like to have Raph spend a night in the infirmary under my observation. I need to see what happens to him during one of his bad dreams. I can monitor the physiological changes that occur and record everything that happens. If further action is warranted, I can ask Leatherhead to help me create equipment that I can use to take a CAT scan of Raph’s brain.”
            “Whoa Don,” Leo said quickly. “A CAT scan seems to indicate you’re anticipating this to be a larger problem than you first said.”
            “I’m trying very hard not to be an alarmist,” Don told him. “Contingencies have to be met in advance. We’ve all suffered from blows to the head; we’ve all had everything from a minor concussion to our head being split open. This is new to me, though I’ve thought a little about what we’d do if the head wound was more internal. I have to research things like brain swelling, internal bleeding, ruptures and a multitude of other problems that can occur from a blow.”
            “But wouldn’t Raph know if he’d been hit hard enough to do that kind of damage?” Leo asked.
            Don couldn’t tell if Leo was still arguing the point with him because he was in denial over the seriousness of Raph’s purported injury, or because Leo was still sensing that something wasn’t quite right in the scenario Don was painting for him.   Either way, Don had to play the hand out until he won this part of the game.
            “He has no recollection of being hit, but you know as well as I do that during the heat of a battle you don’t necessarily feel every injury you sustain. The blow wouldn’t actually have had to be very hard either. A glancing blow to just the right spot at just the right angle would do the trick,” Don said.
            “Is it safe to wait another night?” Leo asked. “Shouldn’t someone be with him when he sleeps?”
            Don’s first instinct was to say no, but then he thought better of it. Having someone monitoring Raph’s sleep tonight was actually a good idea; it would emphasize the severity of the ploy that Don was trying to work out. It would also lend the lie some credence and make his siblings active participants.
            “I think it would be a good idea for us to keep an eye on him,” Don said slowly. “You guys will have to take turns while I do my research. It would be helpful if you’d note anything you see or anything he might say. If he moves around in his sleep at all, you should come and get me.”
            “And tomorrow night you’re going to observe him by yourself?” Leo asked.
            This was the tricky part. Don could probably have Raph all to himself tonight, but he couldn’t trust himself not to take advantage of his brother. He needed to give Raph’s ass a little more healing time, and Don’s cock could use the reprieve as well.
            But one night of shared watchdog duties meant that Leo would wonder why they couldn’t share the next as well.
            “After I know exactly what to watch for,” Don began carefully, “I’ll need to have some continuity in the observations. I also want to make sure to have a controlled environment. I don’t want his sleep disturbed by all of us moving around. Tomorrow night I’ll have to lock things down and insist that no one make any noise near the infirmary, and that absolutely no one attempt to enter or even knock on the door.”
            “Are you sure you won’t need us?” Leo asked.
            “If I do, I’ll come out or call you on the shell cell. This is important Leo; it’s possible that whatever Raph is dreaming about will frighten him enough so that he’ll call out in his sleep. I need to record whatever he says so I’ll have to let the dream run its course. The same thing applies to the possibility that Raph might sleep walk. I’m going to lock the door so that he can’t get out, but I still want to observe whatever else he might do.”
            Leo was studying Don’s face as his brother spoke and when Don finished silence fell between them. Don waited, watching as Leo processed the information he’d been given and then tried to decide if it was enough to allow him to make a decision.
            Apparently it was. “Let me explain things to Master Splinter so that he can talk to Raph before dinner. Could you stay nearby in case sensei needs your assistance? I’ll tell Mikey what is happening and we’ll arrange a schedule for watching Raph tonight.”
            “I’ll go out and watch their video game while you talk to Master Splinter,” Don said calmly, masking his glee.
            They left the lab together and then Don split off to join Raph and Mikey in the television room. His brothers were jostling each other; slinging insults back and forth as they jockeyed for position in the game they were playing. It was all so mundane and normal that Don had one small flash of conscience that what he was doing to Raph might be wrong.
            It disappeared quickly when Raph shouted his triumph and leaped up from the couch, his fist pumping into the air. The hard muscles in his arm rippled, his shoulders pulled back in a strong, dominant stance. Raph’s face as he turned to gloat over his win was full of the cocky pride that made Don’s stomach churn with desire.
            Once Leo fed Don’s story to Master Splinter, Don would have an open field to Raph. It would give Don complete control over Raph for an entire night and he would have Leo’s blessing. He could feel the hysterical laughter starting to bubble up and stopped it by biting down on his own tongue.
            Don would spend the evening working on modifying his drug concoction. As thrilling as it was to have more recent events spilling into Raph’s subconscious and giving him erotic dreams, it wasn’t safe for that to continue.
            The possibility that Raph might say something in his sleep while his brothers were watching him tonight was something Don was going to have to prevent. That was easy enough; a simple sedative in his drink at dinner would keep his red banded brother quiet for the entire night.
            Another thing Don needed to work out was what his next step would be after his night alone with Raph. He wasn’t certain he wanted to continue holding on to the cranial injury story. To do so might involve calling for Leatherhead’s assistance in order to maintain the charade.
            Leatherhead would not be fooled by Donatello’s scientific jargon. Once the intellectual croc saw through Don’s deception, he would begin asking questions that Don wouldn’t want to answer.
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            Leo kneeled on the mat in front of his Father, a low lying table between them.
            The eldest son had just relayed the information given to him by Don. Now Father and son contemplated one another in silence.
            “This family is no stranger to injury,” Master Splinter finally said.
            “It is not, Father,” Leo acknowledged when his Father paused.
            Knowing Master Splinter was not one for stating the obvious, Leo waited.
            “Donatello’s explanation appears sound,” Master Splinter said. “Of all of my sons, Raphael is the least likely to come forward and admit to an injury. In this case it seems he was not attempting to hide his limitations from us; he is apparently unaware of them. Even the episodes of dizziness and lost time do not seem to have given him cause for alarm.”
            He stopped speaking again, seemingly to give Leonardo a chance to reply. Unsure of whether his Father was merely thinking out loud or was leading up to something, Leo could only parrot his earlier reply.
            “Is seems not, Father,” he said.
            Master Splinter’s dark eyes appeared to glow in the low light of his room.
            “Tell me then why you have chosen to relay this information to me rather than have Donatello deliver it, as is the normal course of action when one of you is injured?” Master Splinter asked.
            Leo’s answer was automatic. “He and I thought it best that you should broach the subject to Raph. We think he’ll fight the idea of being confined despite the possibility that he’s hurt.”
            Master Splinter began shaking his head even before Leo finished speaking.
            “This is not the first time I have had to tell Raphael to do what is best for him,” Master Splinter said. “On every prior occasion it was Donatello who approached me with a request for my intervention. So I must ask again, Leonardo, why is this situation unique?”
            Leo wasn’t sure exactly why he had taken the task on either; he had volunteered before Don could say anything. If Master Splinter had any medical questions, Leo wouldn’t have been able to answer them. Thinking back to his conversation with Don, all Leo could tell his Father was the truth.
            “I am not sure, Master Splinter,” Leo said carefully. “I have been sensing something out of the ordinary for some time and I wanted to be the one to speak to you.”
            Master Splinter was looking at him the way a teacher looks at a star pupil. “Tell me what your senses have been telling you.”
            Leo worked to isolate the feelings so that he could give words to them. “It has to do with Raphael and Donatello, sensei. The way those two interact changed around the time that Raph invited Don to go out hunting Purple Dragons with him. I feel a different kind of energy coming from Raph; something darker, more . . . damaged. I sensed it before their night out, so it can’t be any injury he might have sustained.”
            The expression on Master Splinter’s face was one of puzzlement. “Have you done anything to explore what you have been sensing?”
            Leo appeared frustrated as he answered, “I have attempted to speak to both of them, sensei. Raphael argues my right to ask him anything and Donatello continues to assure me that everything between them is the same except they are making more of an effort to understand one another. I know I should embrace that as a good thing, at least Mikey tells me I should, but I still feel as though Don is covering for Raph in some way. Don’s already admitted to telling one lie for Raph.”
            “So it is within Raphael that you sense a difference?” Master Splinter asked.
            “Yes, Master Splinter. At least . . . I believe so,” Leo said.
            “Not from Donatello,” Master Splinter said, his words both questioning and perplexed. “Yet he is the one who initially volunteered to go with Raphael and Casey. Donatello has admitted to telling a false hood, ostensibly on his brother’s behalf, and it was Donatello who chose to allow you to present the possibility that Raphael is injured to me.”
            “Don has already explained why he has been acting differently, Father. He told me that he has begun to feel that we don’t consider him to be our equal as a fighter. He has started to resent being treated as though he was inadequate and is trying to prove himself, to Raph particularly. Mikey says he thinks Don’s behavior makes perfect sense,” Leo said.
            Master Splinter smiled slightly. “Michelangelo has an instinctive gift for understanding motivations, but his vision is not infallible, especially if he has an agenda of his own.”
            “I’m sorry, Father?” Leo asked.
            Master Splinter lifted a hand to wave the observation away. “It is of no importance; an issue that can be addressed at another time. Perhaps the best thing we can do is follow Donatello’s proposal and try to discover if Raphael has some type of injury. Please send him to me; I should not wait longer to discuss this with him. Also please ask Donatello to step in. Although I can require Raphael remain in the lair, I would prefer he understand why I am telling him to do so.”
            “Yes, sensei,” Leo said, rising and bowing before leaving the room.
            As Master Splinter waited he wondered, not for the first time, why Donatello seemed intent on avoiding having any lone encounters with his Father. As a child, his brightest son understood before any of the others how masterful their Father was at sensing anything that was wrong and ferreting out the truth. Donatello learned many ingenious ways to circumvent his Father’s abilities, and staying out of Master Splinter’s radar was just one of them.
            The old rat wondered just what it was that Donatello felt he needed to hide from his Father now.
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            Raphael had not put up nearly the argument that everyone expected of him, and that was in and of itself rather alarming. Leo and Mikey waited together as Master Splinter, with Don’s assistance, explained their theory of what was happening to him.
            After only a few questions, Raph seemed to accept the theory, though he maintained his belief that no one could have hit him because Donatello had been the one to engage most of the enemy that night. He couldn’t swear that he hadn’t been hit though, especially when Don brought up that something could have been thrown at him. Raphael rarely felt any type of blow when his adrenaline was pumping.
            Throughout dinner Raph was very quiet, almost dazed in fact. Don had been extremely supportive, ensuring that Raph ate well and even refilling his water.
            The infirmary cot was made as comfortable as possible and when Raph declared soon after dinner that he was tired, he bedded down on it. Leo stationed himself for the first watch, taking a chair in a shadowed corner so that he could be as unobtrusive as possible. It didn’t matter; Raph fell asleep rather quickly in spite of all of the attention centered on him.
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            Casey hadn’t seen or heard from Raph in four days.
            Two mornings previously he’d crawled out of bed and discovered that sometime during the night one of the Turtles had dropped off a bundle containing his clean bedding, but there was no note. That was probably Raph’s doing; his buddy wasn’t known for his social graces.
            Since Casey knew Raph and Don were having a little falling out with Leo, it didn’t surprise him any not to have heard from his friend. If Casey’s help was needed for anything, Raph knew how to reach him.
            So when somewhere around one a.m. Casey heard a knock on his window, he figured it was Raph.
            Sliding the window open, Casey said, “’Bout time ya’ showed your ugly mug around here again.”
            The body that popped through wasn’t emerald green, and the bandana was blue rather than red.
            “Sorry Casey, I probably should have called first,” Leo said.
            The last time Leo had shown up alone, he’d come to ask for Casey’s help in tracking down Hun. Somehow Casey didn’t think that was why Leo was in his apartment this time.
            “That’s all right, Leo. Worst that coulda happened is I wouldn’t have been here,” Casey said.
            To his surprise, Leo looked a tad embarrassed. That wasn’t a look Casey was used to seeing on the ninja leader’s face.
            “Casey, I need to ask you about something and you can tell me to mind my own business if you’d like, but trust me when I say it’s rather important,” Leo said.
            “Sure, okay,” Casey said. “Ya’ wanna sit down or something?”
            Leo followed Casey into the small living room and sat on the extreme edge of a chair, his back straight. Casey casually draped his frame over the end of the couch and looked at his guest expectantly.
            “The night that Donatello joined you and Raph, did anything odd occur? Do you remember your fight with the Purple Dragons?” Leo asked, his eyes fixed on Casey’s.
            Casey was close friends with each of the brothers, but his closest pal was Raphael. He had learned a long time ago not to get in the middle of family misunderstandings.
            “Ya’ wanna tell me where you’re goin’ with this, Leo?” Casey asked.
            Whatever embarrassment Leo had worn into the apartment was now safely compartmentalized inside his ninja persona. Leo’s face was a perfect mask; his expression giving away no secrets whatsoever.
            “We’re afraid that Raph may have been injured during that fight in such a way that he doesn’t remember it,” Leo told him honestly.
            “Neither of us remembers getting hit half the time when we’re fighting,” Casey said. “It’s only after when the bruises show up or you’re bleedin’ on the carpet that ya’ know ya’ got hurt. Are ya’ saying that maybe Raph got some injury that don’t show?”
            “Don says he lost sight of Raph during the battle,” Leo said. “Raph has been having some dizzy spells and we think he might have a head injury.”
            Casey thought about it for a minute. In his mind he tried to play back that night, recalling most of the fight with the clarity of a man who survives the streets by mentally recording everything that happens on them.
            “I was right behind Raph when we rushed those guys. Don jumped out first; he was as jazzed up as a racehorse. I never seen him packing so much nervous energy. Raph kinda gave me the high sign ta keep my eye on Don, so after we got close ta the trucks those Dragons were using, I lost track of Raph. Gotta say, even if he was standin’ right next ta me I might not have noticed, ‘cause Don was busy surprisin’ the shit outta me,” Casey said.
            “How so?” Leo asked. He’d already heard Raph say that Don had ‘kicked ass’.
            “He went straight at those bozos and started takin’ them down like he was the only one in the fight,” Casey said. “I mean, I’ve seen Don fight before and his usual style is more defensive. That night he took it ta them; moving so fast his bo was nothin’ but a blur. I managed ta bash one Dragon and then the fight was over.”
            “When did you see Raph again?” Leo asked.
            “Right after I knocked that guy out. He’d been somewhere near the front of one of those trucks when I lost sight of him. I kinda got the impression he was yanking somebody out of the cab,” Casey answered. Sitting up a little straighter, he snapped his fingers. “Hey, maybe he hit his head on the truck when he was diving inside ta grab somebody.”
            Leo thought about it for a minute. That was certainly a plausible explanation, it might even account for the lack of bruising because of the angle and forward momentum.
            Why the shell couldn’t he accept that and move on? Something was still nagging at him; something strong enough to pull him out of the lair when his turn at watch was over. He hadn’t even told Mikey he was going to see Casey; his youngest brother would have tried to stop him.
            “Did Raph seem all right when you got back to your apartment?” Leo asked.
            Casey shrugged. “Seemed the same as always. We drank a couple of beers with Don, talked a little trash and then kinda passed out. It was pretty sudden too; one minute all three of us are chinning and the next the suns tryin’ ta come up and everyone’s groaning. I know ya’ don’t drink Leo, but just so ya’ know, skunked beer will do that ta ya’.”
            “Wouldn’t the taste have warned you?” Leo asked, suddenly feeling as though he was on some kind of trail.
            “Usually.” Casey made a face. “Sometimes ya’ ain’t paying attention and drink most of the bottle before it dawns on ya’ that it don’t taste right. Don said his tasted funny and that’s why he stopped drinking it.”
            Whatever Leo thought he’d latched on to was gone, though it left a vague echo in a corner of his mind. Maybe when he got a chance to think about this conversation it would come back to him.
            “And everything that morning was back to normal?” Leo asked.
            “As normal as it gets when ya’ only wanna look at the world through closed eyelids,” Casey said with a grin. “Don tried ta clean up the mess, but the sun was comin’ up and I chased them outta here. He did take my sheets ‘cause apparently Raph didn’t make it all the way ta the bathroom at least once. Since he spent a fair amount of time on the shitter, I guess I should be happy he only hit the bed that one time.”
            Once again, something at the back of his mind tried to reach out to him, but it was too elusive to grasp. Leo shook his head in annoyance and stood up.
            “I’d better head back. Don’s working out how to run some tests and the rest of us are trying to keep an eye on Raph,” Leo said as he made his way to the window.
            Casey followed him. “Let me know if ya’ guys need anything. Maybe I’ll drop by ta make sure Raph ain’t goin’ stir crazy.”
            Leo paused on the window sill. “Not tonight, though I’m sure Raph would like the company. Don’s going to place him under observation as soon as he knows what to watch for.”
            “Geez, and I thought Raph had a much harder head than that,” Casey said.
            “Me too,” Leo agreed. “Casey, do me a favor and don’t tell anyone I came to talk to you? I don’t want Raph to think I was prying into his business.”
            “That’s okay, Leo. I’ll keep it ta myself. I know you’re only tryin’ ta find out what happened ta him,” Casey said.
            With a final wave, Leo took to the fire escape.
            Leo went up the stairs slowly, lost in thought. In that conversation somewhere was a clue to what was bothering him. In that talk with Casey was an answer that Leo needed to enable him to push the connecting puzzle piece into place.
            He sighed and paused on the stairs to look back at Casey’s apartment. Maybe if he stayed and just let Casey talk, the answer would come to him.
            With a frustrated shake of his head, Leo started to climb again. He couldn’t stay longer. The last thing he needed was for Don to find out he was snooping behind his back.
            As he reached the top of the fire escape he glanced up towards the roof and grabbed the handrail.
            A pair of green, three-fingered hands came down on top of his, pinning them to the railing.
TBC………………
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