A/N: Okay all, here it is, my first multi-chapter TMNT fic. History has shown that I am not good with multi-chapters, and the fact that I have gotten even remotely far as to plan to COMPLETE this fic is a miracle. I do not own TMNT, if I did I wouldn't be in debt. This will eventually be a Casey/Raphael slash fic. SLASH. You know what that means, children. If you don't like homosexual situations, even ones as light as you will find in this fic, then you can turn right around and get the hell out, I don't have time for your idiocies. For those of you still here, please, enjoy yourselves and feel free to give constructive criticism.

Chapter 1: You Find Out Who Your Friends Are

Fucking rain.

Every poet on the planet has something beautiful to say about rain, about the way it falls or the feelings it evokes or even sometimes the person it reminds them of. Rain is one of the most beautiful phenomenon in nature.

Casey Jones just wanted it to stay the hell away from him.

An hour. A fucking HOUR he'd been sitting here in central, freezing his butt off for a motorcycle that wouldn't start. He glared balefully at the Harley, then at his helmet, sitting fifteen feet away where he had thrown it a few minutes before. He then turned his poisonous gaze to the sky, secretly wishing that he was in the habit of wearing a coat. He would even endure April gloating about being right if it meant never enduring one of these nasty nights again.

Had the forecast even SAID rain? He couldn't remember. It wasn't often he paid attention to the weather forecast- just to the bit about criminals loose on the city before he went out every night. Maybe it was time he started paying attention. April would laugh at that, too.

Casey glanced at his watch. Where WA S he? He'd called nearly twenty minutes ago!

The worst part about this whole situation was Raph had TOLD him just yesterday that something sounded weird in the fuel tank. He had rapped three knuckles against it, listened to the sloshing, and informed Casey on no uncertain terms that something was wrong with his baby. The human had taken it in stride- after all, that bike had been through hellfire, flood, and one or two alien invasions. What was a wonky fuel tank compared to all of that?

A lot, apparently. And he would gloat the whole way back to Casey's apartment. Gloat and smirk and be his usual irritating self-

Two headlights gleamed in the distance as he stood up, peering into the gloom. The large van pulled up alongside him- Tortuga Brothers Moving, it proudly announced on the sides. The passenger window rolled down, and a large, glaringly white smile glittered at him from the driver's side.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" a Brooklyn accent practically purred. Casey flipped his savior the finger. "Shut the hell up and help me with this thing, okay?" he grumped.

"Thank you, Raphael, for coming out at midnight and saving me from myself. Thank you, Raphael, for telling me my fuel tank was shit- I was very very stupid to not listen." Said the driver, leaping lightly from the vehicle and walking around the front, grinning widely. In the glare of the headlights, Casey Jones' savior was revealed to not be human at all. He was, in fact, a short statured, walking, talking turtle, dressed in a black hoodie and jeans. His golden eyes were amused behind the blood red mask he wore. Only if one listened closely would they hear the soft 'clink' of metal on metal- a pair of sais tucked securely into belt loops.

Raph hooked his three fingered hands in his waistband and rose an emerald eyebrow ridge. "Casey, what the fuck, man?" he asked amiably. The human sighed. He grumbled. He clenched his fists. Finally, he exhaled heavily. "You were right, okay?" he groused. "You. Were. Right. Now HELP ME here!"

The grin turned into a full fledged smirk. "Sure, gorgeous. Lemme help ya out so ya don't break a nail."

Casey almost snarled, then remembered that the turtle had gotten out of bed on one of his rare nights off to come tearing through Manhattan in a highly suspicious moving van. He marched over to his helmet, filled with a half inch of rainwater, and dumped it out. "Bastard." He grumbled. Raphael scoffed and went over to the dead bike. "Come on, Case, let's get this thing to the garage before it rusts in place."

Casey went to his bicycle while Raphael opened the back of the truck, revealing equipment no respectable moving van would be carrying. He then lowered a ramp to the wet pavement. Casey eased the bike up and into the van, which the duo closed up. Then he hopped into the cab, wringing out his shirt hem as Raphael, now almost as wet as he, climbed into the driver's side.

"Thanks, man." Casey said softly. "I tried April, but-"

the turtle laughed. "Like APRIL would get her butt out of bed to come get your lazy ass. You're lucky I left my shellcell on. Damn near threw the thing at the wall before I realized it was you."

Casey winced, wringing out his hair. The last thing he wanted to see was a piece of tech as fantastic as the shellcell reduced to the state of Raphael's many alarm clocks.

"What took you so long?"

Raphael shrugged. "The usual. Mama Leo thought I needed six sweatshirts and three ninja masks. He also wanted me to take the shellcycle. I told him to go fuck himself."

Casey winced. "Tell me you didn't say that-"

"-in front of Dad?" Raphael chuckled grimly. "Yep. I did. My ass is his when I get home, but that's alright." He shrugged. "It was too damn stuffy down there anyway."

Casey Jones was silent for a while, looking at the odd person he had come to regard as his best friend.

"thanks." He said, looking out at the New York lights, blurred by the rain. Raph smiled. "No prob, Case. What are friends for?"

A/N: First chapter completed. Pray with me that I finish it. Crits and comments, push the little button. You know you want to.