Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles, or Splinter. Or Karai. Or Rahzar now that I think of it...

I only own the plot, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

"I'm heading out for patrol!" Leonardo announced, making his way towards the lair exit.

"Okay." Raphael waved half heartedly from his position on the living room couch, looking over Michelangelo's shoulder at the television.

Mikey didn't bother responding, his eyes glued to the screen and his brain too focused on his newest favorite tv show to bother registering anything else in the world.

But as long as someone knew where he was going, even if that one person was only Raphael, Leo would be okay with it.

So picking up his pace he left the lair.

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Donatello walked out of the lab to see Mikey glued to the television screen.. Again.

Raphael was on the couch behind him, completely relaxed. His hands were behind his head and his eyes were closed. His left foot was propped up on his right knee and Donnie figured that he must've been asleep.

"Hey Mikey." Donnie addressed his little brother gently, trying to not arouse his other red-masked brother from his slumber, "Whatcha watchin?"

"I'm watching Crognard the Barbarian Next Generation!" Mikey exclaimed excitedly, not once taking his eyes off the screen.

Donnie hurried over to look at the glowing television screen.

"Seriously?! There's a next generation?!"

"No." Mikey sighed, deflating a little, "But it sure would be cool!"

Donatello straightened and glared at his younger brother.

"Did Sensei go to bed already?" He asked stiffly.

"Yep." Mikey replied cheerfully.

Donnie sighed, his irritation already fading to the back of his mind. There was no use in staying mad at his little brother over such a minuscule thing. He shook his head gently.

Donatello surveyed the rest of the lair while making his way over to sit on the couch, a safe distance away from Raphael, and noticed that his eldest brother was missing.

He flopped down on the ledge like couch and made himself comfortable.

"Where's Leo?" He asked.

"He's in the dojo." Mikey answered, waving off the question dismissively.

"No he isn't." A gruff voice from Donnie's left sighed making him jump.

"He isn't?" Mikey asked, just as surprised by Raphael's response as Donatello.

The orange masked turtle twisted around to look back at his two older brothers, his surprise and curiosity finally tearing his attention away from the hypnotizing glow of the TV.

"No. He isn't." Raph said, his tone was obviously irritated.

"Then where is he?" Donnie questioned.

"He went out for patrol." Raph answered, gesturing to the lair exit with a wave of his green hand.

"He did?" Mikey asked, obviously confused, "When did he leave?"

"If you'd paid more attention to what's going on around you, you would know." Raph growled accusingly, shooting his littlest brother a glare that would've killed Goliath.

The red-masked turtle stood up off the couch, breaking eye contact with his momentarily incapacitated little brother, and stretched his hands above his head with a yawn before looking down at Donnie.

"Leo left awhile ago." He said, "He could be halfway through by now, but you never know." Raphael shrugged, "You can give him a call if you want. I'm pretty sure he took his t-phone with him. Anyway," he yawned again, "I'm gonna go to bed. If you do call Leo tell him not to stay out too late. Sensei wants to start training tomorrow earlier than usual. And you know how he gets when we're sleepy in training.."

"Oh yes I know." Donnie nodded emphatically, "I think I will call him in that case."

Donatello heard Mikey try to smother a snicker.

"What are you laughing at?" Raph asked roughly.

"Nothing." Mikey replied innocently.

"Sure. Nothing." Raph huffed, "Well, goodnight. See you all in the morning."

He yawned again before turning towards the dark hallway occupying their rooms.

Tiredly trudging up the steps he left the living room. Donnie watched his older brother until he disappeared into his room and his door clicked shut behind him.

Donatello pulled out his t-phone, and dialed Leo's number. Holding his invention to his ear he listened to the steady ring and waited for his eldest brother to answer.