Disclaimer & Warnings:
I do not own the Turtles, as much as I would love to.
Rated M for language and (eventual) tcest and smut.

Two's Company, Four's a Crowd

Chapter One

Michaelangelo raced through the sewers, holding his newfound prizes close under his arms. He couldn't wait to show Leo. Like it or not, Mikey was going to tempt him away from the dojo once and for all. Leo had been pushing his own training harder the last few weeks, one of the first red flags that something was bothering him. Mikey intended to ease whatever tension or worry he had.

He flew into the lair at a run.

"Leo! Leo! Leo- oops."

Mikey skidded to a halt as Leonardo slowly stood from his position on the tatami mat, his eyes still closed. Mikey braced himself mentally for the upcoming onslaught.

"Michaelangelo," Leo breathed heavily, "what have I told you about meditation?"

"Sorry," Mikey muttered.

"Answer my question."

Mikey sighed, shifting his weight to one foot and slumping dejectedly. "Don't ever break your meditation trance because," Mikey shot him a cheeky grin, "it makes you crabby!"

Leo rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his racing heart. "Because it's painful to force my mind back to reality so quickly."

"Or that," Mikey said contritely. "I am sorry, Leo. I thought you were still doing katas. Honest."

"It's alright, Mikey. I'd just request you be more aware when you run headlong into the dojo." Leo tilted his head, eyeing Mikey's hands, which were hidden behind his back. "So what's the big announcement?"

"Look what I found!" Mikey held up two scratched, dented skateboards. One had only three wheels, and the other looked nearly broken in half.

Leo couldn't help but smile at Mikey's enthusiasm. "With some hard work, those would be great to use."

"Fix them with me?" Mikey asked hopefully, shaking them slightly.

"That's more Raph or Don's department," Leo said, tilting his head at him.

"I know." Mikey gave him a brilliant smile. "But, y'know, they're doing stuff together a lot more lately. I thought it'd be a good project for us, and for you."

"For me?"

"Sure." Mikey nodded sagely. "You seriously need to expand your hobbies, bro."

Leo arched a brow at him, considering the battered skateboards. Mikey might act like an airhead at times, but he rarely gave bad advice, at least in Leo's experience. Mikey had been more attentive lately, which Leo admitted he found somewhat flattering. He had insight to his family that Leo could only dream of, and Leo had been the target of that special care the last few weeks.

His lips curled in a smile as he gently took one of the skateboards.

"Guess this means we'll have to raid the lab," Leo whispered conspiratorially, his eyes twinkling.

"Donnie hates that!" Mikey grinned back.

"A little higher, please."

Raphael sighed, tugging mightily on the rigging as he strained to raise Donatello further up the wall.

"Don't sigh at me; you're the one who damaged the fusebox."

"It was an accident," Raph growled. "An' I apologized like fifty times now."

Donatello leaned to one side to give Raph a smile. "You're too easy to tease."

"Asshat," Raph muttered to himself.

"I heard that."

"Asshat!" Raphael said louder, grinning evilly up the ropes at him.

"You do realize vulgarity is just a mental crutch, right?"

"Ya do realize I'm gonna ram a sai up yer ass when you get down, right?"

Donatello snorted, leaning to grin down at his brother once more before focusing on the fusebox. He had no idea why Raph had been gracing him with his presence as of late, but he wasn't about to question the extra help- or company. He was quite pleased to share his passion of mechanics and moving things with someone else. He'd always known Raph loved gadgets nearly as much as he did, but they'd never really talked about it until recently.

He worked in silence for several moments, wiggling the broken plating from its hinges before giving Raph a head's up and letting it drop to the floor. He screwed the replacement in carefully.

Raphael tapped his foot, trying to give an impatient appearance but figured Don would see through it. Still, it gave him some measure of satisfaction to egg him on as he worked. He'd noticed Don systematically replacing all of their security systems a few weeks ago, and as he'd been in a good mood at the time, he'd offered to help. Once the systems were updated, somehow Raph ended up being there when the elevator broke. Once that was fixed, he goaded Don into maintenance on his Shell Cycle with him. Now it was several weeks later, and they were still spending a lot more time together than they used to, doing odds and ends around the lair.

To Raph's surprise, he was enjoying himself. Not that he'd ever tried to ignore Don, but there certainly was more to him than his quiet demeanor let on.

"Finished. Lower me, please."

"An' if I don't?" Raph grinned wickedly.

"Leave me up here if you want to find out," Donnie promised darkly, smirking. Raph couldn't resist wondering just what Don would do as he obediently loosened the slack.

[Author's Note]
Short but sweet! :3 I thought I was just sooo clever with this story's name.
I promise I'll try to make this not too RaphxDon centric.. I'll try super, super hard.