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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
- 14
- 15
- 16
The End Justifies

part 15

“Sleuthing, Leo?” his brother asked.
“Snooping, Mikey?” Leo responded, lifting an eye ridge.
Mikey released Leo’s hands and stepped back as his older brother vaulted onto the rooftop. Standing with his arms crossed over his plastron, Mikey perfectly mimicked the pose Leo used to convey displeasure.
Except that Mikey’s eyes had a twinkle in them.
“I thought you were supposed to be taking a turn at watching over Raph,” Leo said.
“I was, until I caught you sneaking out of the lair,” Mikey said. “I remembered how you always say we should never go out alone, so I got Master Splinter to switch shifts with me and I followed you.”

“It’s funny how you remember my lectures only when it suits your convenience,” Leo said with a smile.

“You should be happy I remember any of it at all,” Mikey told him. “I can’t begin to tell you how many of Master Splinter’s talks have gone in one ear and out the other.”

“I hope you never let him hear you admit that,” Leo said with a chuckle. “I’m sure Master Splinter expects you to bring me directly home, so lead the way .”

Mikey lifted a hand to stop him. “Do you think we could hang out for a little longer? We haven’t been topside in a while and I’d like some fresh air. Or at least air that’s fresher than what we get in the sewers,” he amended.

Leo could easily see that Mikey had something on his mind. “Sure, bro’. I’m just concerned about leaving Raph for too long.”

Mikey crossed the roof and sat on a ledge overlooking the street below. He started swinging his dangling feet and patted the space next to him, giving Leo a big grin.

“Master Splinter and Donny are both there and I have my shell cell. Master Splinter knows where we are anyway,” Mikey said.

Leo sat down next to him. “How did you know I was going to talk to Casey?”

“’Elementary my dear Watson’,” Mikey quipped. “You have a long private conversation with Don, which you took great pains to try to hide from Raph and me, and then we are suddenly watching over Raph to make sure he doesn’t eat his own tongue in his sleep. Since I doubt if he fell out of his hammock, the only other time he could’ve gotten a bump on his noggin was during the night he let Don tag along with him and Casey.”

“And how did you know that I talked to Don?” Leo asked, staring suspiciously at Mikey.

“Dude, I always know when you have something on your mind,” Mikey answered. “I could tell that you were just itching to grab Donny and get the 411 on Raph’s condition. Since Don spends most of his time in his lab, all I had to do was keep an eye on his door. But don’t worry, Raph has no clue that you guys were talking behind his back.”

“They shouldn’t have been hiding this from me,” Leo said, his smile fading.

Mikey’s followed suit, a serious expression clouding his normally cheerful face. “It didn’t sound to me like they were trying to hide anything; they just didn’t know,” Mikey said. “You remember that time we had the fight along the docks with those hijackers? I got a nice long slice on my side under my arm and didn’t realize it until we got home and I saw blood dripping on my toes. Twenty-three stitches later and I still didn’t remember anybody getting close enough to slice me open.”

Leo shook his head. “It’s not just that, Mikey.” He thought hard about how he could articulate what was bothering him. “There’s something else about those two that’s been eating at me since before they had that fight with the Dragons. I can’t quantify it; it’s just a feeling that something is out of balance.”

“Could it be that those two trying to get closer to each other is what’s bothering you?” Mikey asked, his head now turned towards the view.

Leo looked at Mikey’s profile and noticed how his brother’s legs had begun to swing faster, a sure sign that Mikey was agitated.

“I don’t have a problem with Raph and Don bonding,” Leo said, puzzled.

“You sure about that? Don and you have always been pretty tight; he’s your go to guy and yes man, the Turtle with all the answers. I mean, I know he thinks he has to show me and Raph that he has nads, but I’m pretty sure that display of forceful Don was for your benefit too,” Mikey explained.

“It’s possible he does want me to see him a little differently,” Leo admitted. “I honestly have to say I don’t understand why. I really don’t have any doubts about his fighting ability and I am certainly not trying to emasculate him. He doesn’t have to try and be Raph; shell, one Raph is enough. How can I help him see that our effectiveness as a team is in the fact that each of us have unique strengths?”

“Why do you have to be the one to help him see that?” Mikey countered. “Just because you’re the leader doesn’t mean you have to teach us everything. Maybe he’s hanging with Raph because right now Raph’s got what Don needs.”

Leo sat back and digested that. “That’s pretty deep, Mikey,” he said slowly. “Do you think I’ve been getting these strange vibes from them because I’m having a difficult time accepting that Raph can do something that I can’t?”

Mikey shrugged, his eyes still pointed straight ahead. “Maybe what you’re sensing isn’t coming from them at all,” he suggested. “Maybe you’re jealous that Don needs Raph.”

“I’m not jealous,” Leo said, surprised that Mikey would think such a thing. “Why would I be jealous of any of you spending time with each other?”

Mikey finally turned his head and looked at Leo, his eyes a darker blue than normal.

“So when Raph is feeling better and wants to hang out with Don some more, you’d be okay with that?” Mikey asked.

“Hanging out isn’t the same as doing things that are ill-advised,” Leo said. “If Raph and Don are finding that they have things in common and enjoy spending time together, I don’t really care.”

Mikey’s legs stopped swinging and a corner of his mouth twitched up. “Even if that means you have to spend more time with just me?”

“You don’t need to make it sound like such a chore, Mikey,” Leo said with a laugh. “I look forward to the time we spend together. Are you sure I’m not too boring?”

The look Mikey was giving him was unfathomable. “You never bore me, Leo. Dude, I know this thing with Don and Raph is freaking you out ‘cause you think something strange is going on with them, but I gotta be honest and say I’m glad they’re off doing their own thing. It’s kinda nice having my big brother all to myself for once.”

Leo quickly put an arm around Mikey’s shoulders, failing to notice the small shiver pass through Mikey’s frame as he did so.

“I’m so sorry, Mike,” Leo said in a regretful tone. “I’ve been so caught up in seeing oddities in Raph and Don’s behavior that I’ve been neglecting you completely. Even when I’m physically there with you I’m not focused on you; my mind is off somewhere trying to solve what’s probably a non-existent puzzle.”

“That’s okay, Leo,” Mikey assured him, wriggling out of his brother’s embrace. “You don’t mind if I turn into a pest by pulling you back to reality, do you? Like, did Casey tell you anything at all that supports those weird feelings you keep getting?”

“No,” Leo said, looking down at the knuckles of his hands, which were curled into fists on his thighs. “He didn’t see Raph get hit but thought he could have banged his head while diving into a truck. Casey was watching Don most of the time because he thought that Raph wanted him to.”

“Good thing Don doesn’t have to prove anything to Raph, huh?” Mikey asked sarcastically.

Leo glanced up at him and saw the slightly complacent look on his brother’s face.

“Point taken,” Leo said. “Casey was pretty impressed with how Don handled himself. He said Don took out most of the gang single handedly.”

“Did you ever stop to think that part of what you’re sensing might be Don’s frustration with us for not giving him proper respect as a practitioner of ninjitsu?” Mikey asked. “I know he isn’t the fighter that the rest of us are, but he’s still the fourth best ninja in the whole country, and that’s saying a lot.”

Leo was thoughtful as he said, “Master Splinter hinted that I was concerned about changes in Raph while ignoring Donatello. Maybe that’s what he meant. I talked to Don several times about this, but now that I think back on those conversations, I see how I might have sounded condescending to Don.”

“Raph won’t do that,” Mikey said. “You have to do that leader thing where you tell us how we’re all special and we need to reach our potential and we’re necessary because of our own particular skill set, blah, blah, blah. Raph is blunt and I think Don is seeking his company because of that. He knows Raph won’t stroke his ego; he’ll tell Donny exactly what he thinks. Don just wants the truth; he wants to show off for Raph and make our hot headed bro’ give him some respect that he knows isn’t faked.”

“I never really thought of it from that angle,” Leo acknowledged.

“Maybe you should like, back off of Don and Raph,” Mikey suggested. “Give them some time and let this new relationship of theirs play out. Don seems to be having a calming effect on Raph and that’s never a bad thing.”

“It’s true that Don appears to have a positive influence on Raph’s behavior,” Leo said, remembering how Don had talked Raph into staying at home the previous night.

“Donny has a nice non-threatening personality,” Mikey said. “He never judges what anybody says. Don needs someone to be brutally honest, the way Raph is; Raph needs someone with the ability to just listen, the way Don does. There’s a word for that, it’s um---”

“Symbiotic?” Leo asked with a smile.

“Yeah dude,” Mikey said. “Symbiotic.”

Leo released a deep sigh. “I wish I had your insight, Mikey. You have an amazing gift.”

Mikey grinned suddenly, his effervescent personality dazzling Leo in its light. “I’m also the most handsome brother and the first best ninja in the whole country; see trophy if in doubt,” he said with a laugh.

Leo stood up. “First best, huh? How about we run some rooftops for a while and put some of those masterful skills of yours to the test?”

Mikey jumped up gleefully. “What about getting back to the lair?” he asked.

“Like you said, Master Splinter and Don have everything under control. I owe you some fun. Besides, if I’m spontaneous every once in a while you won’t get to thinking you know me all that well,” Leo said.

Before Mikey could respond, Leo made a running leap onto the next rooftop. Standing perfectly still for a moment, Mikey watched Leo race away from him.

“I’ll never know you well enough, Leo,” Mikey said aloud. “But I sure want to.”

Wearing a wistful smile, he took off after his brother.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Raphael woke the next morning in a rare good mood. He’d had no dreams of any sort during the night and all of the residual soreness in his jaw and lower half was gone. He also felt extremely well-rested and full of energy; ready in fact to trounce his brother’s during practice.

His humor suffered a set-back when at breakfast Leo said they were going to work on their forms but they would not be sparring.

“What the fuck, Leo?” Raph fumed, pausing in his attack on a large bowl of cereal. “I ain’t been out of the lair in days and I got so much pent up energy right now I feel like I’m gonna explode. I want ta spar; shell, I want ta take all of ya’ on at once.”

“I understand that Raph; I’d feel exactly the same way and I know how much you hate being treated like an invalid,” Leo said in as calm a manner as possible. “But you have to remember that you might have a head injury. We can’t take a chance that you’d be struck by one of us or fall and hit your head.”

“Damn it, we spar all the time and nobody ever gets hurt bad. Besides that, I’ve already sparred with ya’ since I supposedly got hurt and nothing’s happened,” Raph protested.

Mikey cut in quickly, before the argument turned into a battle between those two brothers. “Dude, we all know you think you’re indestructible, but you gotta look at this from our point of view. What if you’re sparring with one of us and you manage to get hurt? How do you think we would feel? It’s easy to say you don’t care about taking chances, but the rest of us would prefer not to.”

Don was seated next to Raph at the kitchen table. He was working on his second cup of coffee, having been up most of the night. As he had told his family, he did spend a good portion of that time investigating all the information he could find about head injuries and sleep behavior. Don had also spent time tweaking his drug cocktail.

During the night he had looked in on Raph a number of times. The sedative he had slipped into Raph’s drink at dinner had its desired effect; Raph hadn’t awakened the entire night. He was also unconscious enough not to be able to talk in his sleep. Don had shared a few quiet words with whichever family member was on watch at the time and then left before Raph’s prone form could tempt him.

Watching a fight between Leo and Raph always gave him a private thrill. Raph’s fire burned bright whenever he was engaged in a disagreement with Leo, his internal fuse lit by Leo’s own brand of cold fusion.

Though secretly enthralled by Raph’s display of temper, Don hadn’t ever felt that it was a good idea for them to battle it out. However much he now wanted to consume Raph’s emotions, Don had to remain exactly the brother his family had grown up with.

That meant stepping in and attempting to stop the fight before it began.

“Raphael, I have to agree with Mikey,” Don said, placing his hand on Raph’s shoulder, the need to touch him beyond his control. “A second blow could cause irreparable damage and since we don’t know much yet, it wouldn’t be a good plan to tempt fate. Besides, I don’t want to be the one to accidently hit you wrong. If I did something like that, I could never forgive myself.”

His touch seemed to have a calming effect on the red banded brother. Raph turned to look at Don, pointedly ignoring Leo.

“Ya’ know I hate this shit, Don,” Raph said in a low tone. “I ain’t ever liked being hurt or being treated different ‘cause I was.”

“I do know,” Don told him, keeping his focus on Raph. “None of us enjoys that feeling, nor do we like to see one of our brothers having to go through it. I’ll try hard to give you some definitive answers tonight, okay? I’ll do my utmost best to make this go away quickly for you.”

“Peachy,” Raph said grudgingly. “There ain’t any reason I can’t punch my bag is there?”

“No.” Don smiled at him and lightly squeezed his shoulder, the feeling of Raph’s warm skin against his palm sending a quiver of delight down Don’s spine. “Beat on the punching bag, go after the practice dummy; anything that can’t hit back is fine.”

Raph rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his cereal. With a great effort, Don removed his hand from Raph’s shoulder. It was not uncommon for Don to touch his brothers, but a lingering hand would have been noticed.

Master Splinter joined them in the dojo and consulted with Leo for a few moments. Master Splinter’s nod indicated his agreement with Leo’s decision and their sensei proceeded to take them through a series of moves that they hadn’t as yet perfected.

The workout was long and tiring, both physically and mentally. When they were done, not even Raph could claim that he hadn’t been given an outlet for his excess energy.

Such an intense workout was a good thing for Donatello as well. Despite only a few hours of sleep, he was on edge and anxious. The clock couldn’t move quickly enough to suit him.

He had no appetite for lunch but he forced himself to join Mikey when he saw his kid brother wander into the kitchen. Breakfast with Raph had been difficult and Don did not want to share another meal with him just yet. Don certainly was not in the mood to play verbal ping pong with Leo either.

Don was making an effort to avoid being alone with Master Splinter as well. The cat pheromones were doing a good job of masking Don’s scent, but he couldn’t count on them being strong enough if his Father came too close to him.

Having to raise his metal shield whenever his sensei drew near was also tiring. Don had felt Master Splinter’s attempts to probe his mind several times in the last few days and blocking him required nearly every bit of Don’s mental prowess.

Eating lunch within view of one of his family members was a self-serving endeavor. If he skipped the meal someone was bound to come looking for him. There were preparations that needed to be made in the infirmary before Raph reported for the night; preparations that had nothing whatsoever to do with watching Raph sleep.

Donatello could not afford to have anyone catch him working with his newly designed props.

Trading smiles with his youngest brother, Don fished some leftover sushi from the refrigerator, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from a drawer, and sat down across the table from Mikey. His brother was making short work of several slices of leftover pizza; cold because Mikey was too impatient to bother warming them.

“I told Leo to lay off of you and Raph,” Mikey said out of the blue.

Don had just bitten into his first roll and swallowed too quickly. Coughing the bits of barely chewed rice out of his throat, he croaked, “You did what?”

Mikey got up and filled a glass with water, placing it in front of Don before sitting down again.

“I know he’s been sorta riding you two and I told him he should back up and give you guys some space,” Mikey said.

“Weren’t you the one who accused me of going ‘caveman’ with Raph and setting off Leo’s radar?” Don asked, staring hard at his brother.

Mikey shrugged. “Maybe you’ve convinced me that nothing is wrong with that new brotherly bonding you’re doing.”

Don looked down at his glass as he sipped the water, the gears in his mind grinding together.

Very slowly, he said, “Sometimes you just want to be around a certain person more than anyone else.”

Mikey’s eyes almost appeared feverish when Don looked into them.

“Totally understand where you’re coming from dude,” Mikey said.

A familiar bulky frame suddenly loomed in the doorway before either had a chance to say anything else.

“Is that the last of the pizza, Mikey?” Raph asked as he strode into the kitchen.

“Nope,” Mikey told him. “Check the box on the counter.”

Raph walked past the table where his two brothers were sitting. Don’s eyes unconsciously followed him, his head turning to watch as Raph lifted the lid and grunted when he found there were several slices intact.

“There’s a game on and Master Splinter said I could have the TV,” Raph said, picking the box up and making his way to the refrigerator to grab himself a bottle of water. “Anybody wanna watch; welcome, anybody makes noise while it’s on better be wearing skates.”

Don’s eyes fell on Raph’s tail and he sat as though mesmerized. Raph didn’t wait for an answer, nor did he bother to look at his brothers as he left the kitchen, Don’s gaze fixed on his ass until he was out of sight.

Coming to, Don realized what he had done and turned his head to find Mikey staring at him.

Clearing his throat, Don attempted to cover his faux pas by saying, “Did he seem a little uncoordinated to you?”

A corner of Mikey’s mouth lifted. “None of my business, dude,” he said, getting up to deposit his plate in the sink.

Mikey was still wearing his knowing smirk when he left the kitchen.

Don’s hands lay flat on the table top, his eyes unseeing as he focused inward. He was fairly certain Mikey hadn’t just given him tacit approval to abuse Raph; there was no way Mikey could know what was going on.

The only other explanation was that Mikey had guessed that Don had a less than brotherly feeling about the red banded turtle. What Mikey had been saying to Don was that he understood.

There was really only one way that Mikey could possibly understand. Don’s mouth opened slightly and his lips curved upwards slowly until an extremely large smile dominated his face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Raph finished his nightly bathroom ritual and was eyeing the door to the infirmary with trepidation.

Don had given him a time frame in which to report. His brother had explained that if Raph waited too late into the night, there wouldn’t be enough necessary down time for Don to properly monitor his sleep cycle.

That made perfectly good sense to Raph; what he was having a difficult time understanding was why he was so nervous about sleeping in the infirmary tonight when he’d done the exact same thing the night before with no qualms whatsoever.

Granted, Raph had been pretty damn sleepy by the time dinner was over so he didn’t dwell on it overly much, even knowing he was going to have someone in his family staring at him the entire time he slept.

And that was the kicker. Last night he knew that the only member of his family that wasn’t taking a turn at watching him was Donatello. Tonight the only one who was going to watch over him was Donatello.

The Donatello who had snuck into Raph’s dreams a few times already, filling his sleep with erotic images. The brother who Raph had wrapped in a sexual fantasy cocoon and had then jacked himself off while thinking about.

Shell. Just that morning Raph had relieved a painful boner while in the shower. Practice and a few rounds with his boxing bag weren’t strenuous enough to erase the pictures in Raph’s head.

It was bad enough that Raph had sprung a woody while Don was examining him. Now he was going to have to try and sleep knowing that Don was only a few feet away. He knew he was not going to be able to relax enough to fall asleep. No way.

Drawing a deep breath, Raph entered the infirmary, jumping slightly as the lock clicked into place when he closed the door behind him.

Don turned in his chair and watched as Raphael approached. He immediately saw the hesitant look on his brother’s face and recognized the onset of nerves.

“Hey, Raph,” Don said in his most soothing voice. “Come sit with me for a few minutes and let’s talk about tonight, okay? I want to answer any questions you might have and tell you exactly what I’m going to do.”

Raph scratched the back of his neck before nodding and taking a seat on the tall stool Don offered him.

“I didn’t feel this nervous last night,” Raph admitted. “Guess it was cause nobody was studying what I did while I was asleep, they were just making sure I didn’t start ta do anything weird.”

His mouth snapped shut after the word ‘weird’ popped out, acutely embarrassed by the ramifications. Don pretended not to notice, turning his attention to a sheaf of papers that he had been looking over.

“I printed out some material on sleep behaviors,” Don said, crisply clinical. “I’ve scanned through it and I believe you might have something called RBD, a sleep behavior disorder.”

Raph shifted on the stool. “Explain that ta me.”

Don straightened and took a breath. “When you fall into a normal sleep you will go through two different states; one is non-REM sleep and the other is what’s called REM sleep. REM stands for rapid eye movement. During that stage of sleep your brain is the most active and it’s when you dream.

“While you’re in REM sleep your breathing becomes irregular, your blood pressure rises and you experience a certain level of paralysis. If you have RBD, that normal paralysis either doesn’t occur at all, or it is incomplete. When that occurs a person can act out their dreams. All manner of behaviors have been recorded, including the ones you’ve been describing to me.”

“So does that have anything ta do with me maybe gettin’ hit on the head or not?” Raph asked.

Don tapped the papers into a neat stack and set them aside. “Actually, probably not. That’s a good thing. As for the cause of RBD, in your case the only thing that really applies is alcohol intake. In about half the cases reported, sleep behavior disorder is associated with alcohol withdrawal.”

“Damn, Don. I don’t drink enough ta have withdrawals of any kind,” Raph protested.

“But you are the only one of us who does drink,” Don said. “There are so many things that could affect our mutated bodies differently than a normal human’s.”

“So if I stop drinking this shit will go away?” Raph asked hopefully.

“One step at a time bro’,” Don said with a smile. “First we verify that you have RBD. There are neurological factors that could be at play in causing the disorder, but I monitor our health pretty closely and you haven’t exhibited any of the behaviors associated with those.”

“So I guess this RBD stuff doesn’t happen every night,” Raph said. “’Cause I didn’t do anything in my sleep last night except snore and I wouldn’t have known about that if Mikey hadn’t made the effort of pointing it out ta me.”

Raph’s tone sounded lighter and more relaxed. Don wanted him to remain that way; the more unsuspecting, the better.

“Exactly. You may not have an episode tonight either. If not, I’d like to have you sleep here a few more nights under the same conditions until you do exhibit the behavior,” Don said. “I don’t have an electroencephalogram to monitor your brain activity, but I do have video recorders that I can use to record you while you sleep. That’s what I’m going to do tonight; record your sleep. Playing back the recording will help me see anything I might miss from simply watching you.”

“What happens if we find out I have this RBD stuff?” Raph asked.

“It’s only been a few nights since the last time you overindulged on alcohol, so we’ll have to see if the episodes of RBD taper off as time passes. That means no beer, Raph. If you go for a length of time without an episode, we’ll do a control where you’ll drink a little. If the RBD comes back, then we’ll have our answer,” Don explained.

“I guess not gettin’ a proper night of sleep could explain the dizzy spells and the lost time?” Raph hazarded.

“Completely,” Don said. “Sleep, and more importantly REM sleep, is required by the body in order to rejuvenate. Is there anything else you want to ask before you bed down for the night?”

A bit of the earlier nervousness came back as Raph asked, “So what happens if I start acting out some of my dreams?”

Don watched his brother’s face closely as he said, “I have to let whatever happens play out, Raph. If you look as though you are hurting yourself, I’ll wake you. Otherwise I need to see the full extent of this disorder.”

Raph’s hands clenched into tight balls. “And ya’ gotta record it?”

Don reached over and placed his hand atop one of Raph’s fists. “This is Dr. Don you’re talking to Raphael, not brother Don. Absolutely no one will see the recording except me and you, if you want to watch it. I promise.”

“Whatever happens; whatever I might do, ya’ ain’t gonna think less of me are ya’?” Raph wanted to know, the answer suddenly extremely important to him.

“Of course not,” Don said in his strongest tone. “It’s unfair that you can’t keep your secret dreams to yourself because we all have them and I’m certainly not going to judge you by yours. No matter what happens. Trust me.”

Raph managed a small smile. “I wouldn’t let anyone but ya’ talk me into something like this Donny. Just don’t be surprised if I’m too nervous ta sleep.”

“Actually, I’ve prepared for that contingency,” Don said.

Standing up, Don walked over to his small refrigerator and pulled out an already filled hypodermic needle. Crossing over to stand next to Raph’s stool, the two brothers were nearly at eye level.

“Ya’ gonna knock me out?” Raph asked, frowning.

“No,” Don said, shaking his head. “This is a mild muscle relaxant. I can’t give you a sleep narcotic because that would interfere with your natural behavior. All I want to do is help you take your mind off of your body so that you can fall asleep on your own.”

“Can I repeat how much I hate this shit before we start?” Raph looked into Don’s eyes, a cocky grin on his face.

Don’s heart skipped a beat before it started galloping in his chest. His entire world narrowed until the only thing in his focus was Raphael’s addictive virility.

“Of course,” Don said, pushing back a surge of maniacal laughter.

Picking an elastic band off of the table, Don quickly tied it around Raph’s muscular bicep. He was surprised to find that his hands were as fast and sure as always; he rather expected to be shaking badly by now.

Don grasped Raph’s arm and lifted it, bracing it against his hip. Leaning forward, Don tapped the inside of Raph’s elbow until a vein was prominent.

“It’ll be a little cold,” Don warned before pushing the needle into Raph’s skin.

“Considering how many times I been sliced open in fights, I think I can handle a co . . . a cold . . . .”

The effect was immediate. Almost before Don could pull the needle out of his vein, Raph started to slump over.

Don quickly jammed the hypo sideways between his teeth and caught his brother. Raph leaned heavily to the side, the drug concoction in Don’s injection more potent than the ones he’d been giving his brother.

Holding his brother upright in his arms, Don allowed a wild surge of adrenaline to flow through his body. Breathing through his mouth, Don’s heated breath fogged the plastic tube on the hypo.

Glancing over at the wall mounted clock, Don’s eyes tightened at the corners, a wild look of victory coming into them.

He had hours. Hours upon hours to do whatever he wanted to Raph. He was even going to get to tape everything. One private tape just for him, one ‘doctored’ tape for anyone else who wanted to see it.

The crazed giggle that forced its way out sounded strange even to him.

TBC………………..
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