Michelangelo

Authors note: Wow, i've not posted here forever despite writing everyday, sorry about that! I'm currently working on a LARGE tmnt story with aprox 40-50 chapters, its still only in planning stages and I've been working on it for months! for now enjoy these little shorties! REVIEWS MAKE MY DAY! even the short ones ;)

She'd only been dazed for a second, but it was enough time for Rocksteady to find his feet. The three tons of muscle was hurtling towards her. Her mind coiled, her eyes darting to find the brothers seemingly oblivious ahead, their blades clashing with the barrage of ninja streaming their way. Her Tanto was out of reach, and her Tessen buried into the wall five meters away, batted aside like paper by the massive mutant's horn.

Outstretching her hand, she willed her drained telekinesis to manifest, if only a shield. A cry of dismay almost leapt from her throat as the familiar jolt at the back of her mind, the sign of her diminished power reserves, lanced through her head. She didn't have enough power to stop him.

The ground shuddered and she scrambled back, ignoring the blood in her mouth and the strong metallic taste washing over her tongue, her side, the one she'd landed on after one of Bebop's plasma explosions, protested loudly at the sudden movement in the form of short stabbing pains through her ribs.

She heard Donnie yell something, but the meaning was lost to her ears, deafened by the sound of her own pulse as she tried to recoil out of the Rhino's trajectory. Suddenly green had filled her vision, then orange. Air stirred her hair from above, and then she blinked as no collision came.

Then she yelled. The horn was only inches away from her nose, a chain wrapped around it. Rocksteady struggled against the kasurigama chains suddenly around him, the hot air from his flaring nostrils hitting her face with the close – too close - proximity. She scrambled back, only to see Michelangelo behind the huge mutant, leaning back with all his strength, the warmth and youth of his face replaced by something cold and enraged all at the same time.

His eyes were obscured by white shutters, his arms wrapped in his own taut chains, knuckles white and hands shaking as he yanked backwards against the mutant that easily dwarfed him. In her peripheral vision, she could see the stunned expression of Donnie, who was the closest as his younger brother held back easily six times his own weight with little more than a skid forward.

And then arms were pulling her up, Raph's familiar scent of oil and sweat filling her nose and guarantying safety as he dragged her after him to a safer spot, suddenly dumping her to the ground, Raphael whirled back to the fight in time for Mikey's sudden strength to give out, yanked forward by the huge mutant and screaming girlishly as he suddenly found himself puled into a rodeo.

She remembered staring at him on the long walk home, tuning out Donatello's nervous babble about a fractured tooth, and Leo and Raph's resulting argument as to why she'd been left to face Rocksteady alone anyway. She'd ignored the brawl once they were back, the yells from Donnie as they collided into his table, spilling various chemicals and igniting the wrath of the most reserved brother and she'd even ignored Leo's lecture about getting cut off from them during a battle.

Donatello would later marvel at his brother, then go onto a tangent about 'Hysterical Strength' to which Mikey dismissed as the larger words went through one ear slit and out the other.

She'd stared at the orange-banded brother as his bruises on his arms began to show, and then suddenly he twigged, big blue eyes glancing her way and an easy smile finding his face, extending an offer of a hug that she didn't know she wanted until he swept out his arm.

He's Mikey, he's loud, obnoxious and when provoked, he defies the laws of physics.