Okay, I was going to lay off posting this but I have currently mislaid my notebook containing my 'Black Velvet' story and since I have a few chapters of this under my belt and not actually posting anything for a while I decided, 'what the heck!' I'll take the plunge and see what you all think :)

So, here it is, The Guinea Pig 2: 'My Name is Donatello'

Just as a warning this story will be full of angst, hurt and tears, so yeah be prepared my dear readers!

Also I will posting this particular story as 'T rated'.

A short chapter to begin with but I will be posting the 2nd chapter this coming Monday :)

So onwards...

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GP laid on his bed staring at the dark ceiling as he listened to the monotonous ticking of his bedside clock. He sighed and rolled onto his side, squinting at the time, 3:34AM. "Oh man," he muttered, hanging his arm over the side of the creaking bed.

He couldn't go on like this. Ever since chichi had announced it was time he moved into his own room, GP couldn't sleep. For so long he had the company of his ratty companion Darwin. He recalled the squeak of his wheel, the gnawing on his wood block and the dull rattle as he drank from his water bottle.

A painful lump swelled in the base of his throat and GP pressed a hand to his mouth. He missed him so much. If he'd never sent him into that vent...

GP sniffed wretchedly and hugged his knees as he drew them up to his chin. He could still hear that electrical zap and the pain filled squeak.

He couldn't sleep on his own! He hated to admit it but it was true. Since he had been brought here 8 months ago, he had spent every night in the dojo next to chichi's room. The gentle sound of the giant rat's breathing he had found just as comforting as poor Darwin's nocturnal activities. But even now that was gone.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

GP was quickly developing a deep loathing for that stupid clock. He glared across at it, he was starting to understand why Raphael destroyed so many of them.

GP abruptly stood up, pulled on his clothes and laced up his mask. He grabbed up the blanket from his bed and crept silently from his room. He was still getting used to finding the door unlocked.

Quietly he slipped across the lair and up the dojo's steps. He was about to creep in when he stopped. He could hear Raphael's mocking voice in his ears. He couldn't face that, not again. 'The baby who want's to sleep in daddy's room,' wasn't a taunt he wished to hear anytime soon.

With a sigh of resignation GP turned on his heel and slumped down the stairs. He made his way to the lowered seating area, wrapping his blanket about himself as he flopped down onto the sofa. He reached for the TV remote and flicked it on. A wildlife documentary buzzed into life. The reception was terrible. Maybe he could do something to remedy that.

As these various thoughts flitted through his mind, GP's eyelids slid closed. The gentle hum of the TV did the trick. As a swift cheetah took down a baby gazelle GP was finally asleep, his troubles gone, for a few hours at least.

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