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The End Justifies	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
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The End Justifies

part 2
            Michelangelo tapped Leonardo’s shoulder as he walked past his older brother. Leo looked up from the newspaper he was reading to glance over at Mikey, who was searching for a clean cereal bowl.
            “Dude, Don’s playing mad scientist again,” Mikey said, finding a large mixing bowl that would serve his purpose.
            Leo folded the paper and reached for his tea mug. Seated at the kitchen table, he had already breakfasted on fresh fruit and was waiting for his brothers to be ready to join him in morning practice.
            Taking a sip of the now cooled liquid, Leo said, “I saw his light was on in the lab when I came down this morning.”
            Mikey poured a generous amount of cereal into the bowl and splashed some milk over it. Grabbing a spoon, he joined his brother at the table.
            “He didn’t even make it to his room last night,” Mikey told him between bites. “I tried to peek in on him when I headed up to bed, but his door was locked. I kinda rattled the handle a little and he yelled at me.”
            “Hmm.” Leo looked into the bottom of his empty cup and then set it back down.
            With a sigh, he pushed his chair back from the table and got up, offering the newspaper to Mikey. His little brother took it and tilted his head up to Leo’s face, deciphering the expression he saw there.
            “Gonna have a talk with him?” Mikey asked.
            Leo paused in the doorway. “If I don’t, he won’t know what time of day it is and he’ll miss practice. Again,” he said before leaving.
            As he made his way over to the lab, Leo wondered what had captured Don’s interest this time. His brother’s diversions were wide and varied but rarely took his attention away from his family for longer than three days in a row. Whatever had its hold on Donatello this time was strong enough to have lasted nearly a month.
            Don was in the process of crushing the fourth of seven pills into a fine, white powder when a tap sounded on his door. He knew it was Leo; Mikey never knocked, instead choosing to yank on the door handle in a most annoying way, and Raphael always pounded on the center of the door with the side of his fist.
            Muttering to himself, Don glanced at the clock on one of his computers and realized why Leo was there. Quickly placing his ‘experiment’ into a cabinet, Don locked everything securely away before striding over to open the door.
            Leo stood there with his arms crossed over his plastron. From the look on the leader’s face, Don knew he was in for a lecture.
            “I was just clearing away some things before heading out for breakfast,” Don lied glibly, hoping to circumvent Leo’s intent.
            “Let’s step back into your lab for a few minutes,” Leo said, lowering his arms and moving forward. “I think we need to talk.”
            Don tried to hold his position in the doorway for a few seconds; then realized it was futile as Leo kept coming. Backing out of the way to allow his brother into his sanctum, Don watched as Leo pushed the door shut behind him.
            “Leo . . . .” Don began, but the hand Leo held up stopped him.
            “Donny, I’m not even going to pretend to understand half of what you do,” Leo said, “but sometimes I really worry about you. We all do. You lock yourself away from us and drift off into some other world, and before long we don’t see you anymore.”
            “Oh come on Leo, I haven’t been that bad,” Don said. “I’m sorry my interests don’t match the rest of the families, but you’ll have to admit that what I do has been advantageous to us all.”
            It was an old argument and one of Don’s better defenses. Even Master Splinter had a difficult time overcoming Don’s reasoning when reminded of all the good that had come from Don’s ‘tinkering’.
            Leo pursed his lips as though expecting Don’s words and said, “None of us will ever take what you do for granted, Don. We’re extremely grateful for the time you’ve dedicated to making our lives better, but we don’t want to lose you to the process. There has to be a balance in this as in everything. We’re still a team, and a team has to spend time together in order to stay sharp.”
            “Point taken,” Don said. “I know I’ve missed a couple of practice sessions and some patrols, but I’m right on the cusp of finishing my latest project, so you guys won’t have to worry about me anymore.”
            “Is that why you had to make so many extra runs to the junkyard this last week?” Leo asked.
            Don’s heart skipped a beat, but he managed to maintain a straight face. “Yes, exactly. I’m good for a while though, so I shouldn’t need to visit the junkyard for another couple of weeks unless Mikey breaks something.”
            Leo stared at him for a moment and Don had to concentrate on appearing nonchalant.
            “Neither Master Splinter nor I like it when you go out alone,” Leo told him.
            Don’s exasperation was real. “Why is it that I am just as well trained a ninja as Raph and Mikey are, but when I go topside I’m treated as though I need a babysitter? I know you all think I’m too absentminded to pay attention to my surroundings, but I’m only like that when I know I’ve got someone watching my back. When I’m alone I am ultra-careful. Please tell me when I have ever gotten into trouble when I’ve been by myself, and let’s place that list next to the ones Raph and Mikey have accumulated. Oh, and you too for that matter.”
            Leo lifted a hand in mock surrender. “Okay, I give. You win that one. I’m just happy to know you won’t need to wander out alone for a while. Come on and have some breakfast before practice starts.”
            “Where is everybody?”
            They heard Raph’s voice booming through the lair and Leo turned his head towards the door. Don’s breath caught as the deep intonation seemed to wash over him and then he regained his composure quickly as Leo looked at him again.
            Don managed a grin. “I guess we’d better go before Raph loses his patience.”
            Leo led the way out of the lab and Don turned out the lights before carefully closing and locking the door behind him. He knew that if someone in his household seriously wanted inside they’d just pick the lock; the symbolism itself was a deterrent to the more casual curiosity of a certain brother of his.
            His brothers probably wouldn’t understand the significance of the pharmaceuticals that Don was currently experimenting with, and if they found the stuff he could easily come up with a lie to explain it away. He just didn’t want to have to do so, considering his future plans. In fact, if anyone discovered what he was working with he might have to forgo his entire scheme, and that simply would not do.
            In the kitchen he saw that Raph had started to brew some coffee. Mikey grinned at Don and tossed an apple at his head, which he caught deftly.
            “Whatever the fuck you’re into now must be deep if ya’ ain’t even bothering ta make coffee,” Raph said as he watched Don take a seat at the table.
            “Sorry bro’,” Don said. “I did sort of lose track of time.”
            “Yeah, no problem,” Raph said, brushing the topic aside as he grabbed his favorite cereal.
            Unsuccessful at finding a clean bowl in the upper cabinets, Raph bent down and started scrounging through the lower ones. The position allowed Don to have a generous view of his brother’s tail and ass.
            A flash of heat rolled through Don’s body and he shifted on his seat. He must have inadvertently made some sound, because Mikey turned to look at him. Don quickly bit into the apple and pretended to choke a little.
            “You okay, Donny?” Mikey asked him.
            “Yep, just took too big a bite,” Don answered, coughing some more in emphasis.
            Raph slammed a cooking pot onto the table and everyone jumped.
            “Whose turn is it to wash the damn dishes?” he demanded, pouring cereal and then milk into the pot.
            Mikey lifted a finger sheepishly. “That’d be me. I’ll do them after practice. Yesterday sorta got away from me.”
            Putting the milk back into the refrigerator, Raph pointed at him and said, “I better not see ya’ in front of the TV before ya’ take care of that chore. I manage ta get the dishes washed when it’s my turn and so can ya’. Hey Don, ya’ want a cup of this brew?”
            Don was so intently watching Raph move around that it took him a second to process the question.
            “Um, sure. Thanks Raph,” Don said.
            Raph poured out a cup and set it in front of Don. Raph was scowling at him as he sat down to eat and Don forced himself to meet the golden gaze.
            “Ya’ ain’t even here with us when you’re here,” Raph told him. “Your mind’s a hundred miles away this morning. I hope ya’ know I ain’t goin’ easy on ya’ in practice just ‘cause you’re off in la-la land.”
            “Duly noted,” Don said lightly and sipped his coffee. Raphael always made better tasting coffee than anyone else, including Donatello, who drank the majority of the stuff.
            Leo cleared his throat as he stood up. “I’m going to warm up with sensei. Whenever you guys are ready?”
            Mikey jumped up from his chair and tossed his breakfast dishes into the already cluttered sink.
            “Right behind you bro’,” he said, hastily exiting the kitchen and Raph’s morning ill-humor.
            Don finished his apple and then his coffee, pretending to read the front page of the paper. Raph ate in silence, his eyes staring at nothing as he went through his morning routine of trying to fully wake up. He was not a morning person.
            Glancing up from the printed words surreptitiously, Don watched Raphael’s mouth move, hypnotized by his brother’s wide, pink tongue. Imagining what he could force Raph to do with that mouth made Don lick his lips and he found his hands had started to shake a bit.
            Standing up quickly, Don grabbed his cup and walked over to the coffee pot for a refill. Tonight, he told himself, tonight he would be ready for a little experiment. Nothing drastic, something small that wouldn’t be telling if it didn’t work.
            Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Don stared at the back of Raph’s head, letting his eyes drift across his brother’s solid neck muscles and over the broad, emerald green shoulders.
            Tonight. Don couldn’t wait any longer.
TBC…..
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