Your Typical TMNT Fic That I Don't Want to Title

Let's Have A Talk (2012)

 Michel woke up from someone shifting around in the bed next to him. He yawned sitting up, must be Raphael. Michel rubbed his eyes frowning as he saw blue mask tails. That's right. He isn't home. He's still here stuck with this nightmare version of his home. Leo didn't say much to him, just silently left his room. No good morning. Michel reached out to check his T-phone. It was around six in the morning. Michel sighed, deciding to get up and make some omelets for the family. Normally his siblings took care of breakfast back home while he took care of dinner. Michel's heart started to speed up remembering his brownies sprinting out of the room. He slid into the kitchen. His eyes landed on a plate of brownies having been neatly cut up. Michel took a deep breath figuring Splinter must have taken them out the night before.

Michel smiled as he started to brew coffee for Donnie, smiling to himself. Man, it felt good to settle and take care of his family, even if they weren't his normal ones. It's easy to say he cooks for his brothers because he likes cooking and not because he wants to make sure they have at least one good meal every day. It's easy to say Michel paints furniture or their rooms for the love of arts and not because he likes to see them love their personal space. Everything just felt good when he took care of his brothers, just like how they cared for him when he was little.

Raph came in carrying his pet turtle Spike. He smiled at the turtle. Michel watched him setting some breakfast in front of the angry turtle man. Raph looked up at Michel giving Spike his breakfast for the day, "You're awake before noon?"

"Oh ya. Rough night," Michel shrugged, "Leo had slept with me and he woke me up when he did." Michel sat across from him. He glanced over cringing at his messy work. He swallowed, pushing down the trauma refusing to have a panic attack about something he couldn't explain.

"Woah. You drew something cool! What is it?" Raph reached over to grab the piece of work. Michel cringed away again refusing to think about his late-night spiral. Michel forced food down his throat barely able to taste the carefully made omelet.

"I had a nightmare about the Krang and I drew it out," Michel explained. Raph looked down at the drawing and started to laugh.

"I mean the Krang are scary, but they aren't like this. Your mind went far to make this happen," Raph was showing Michel his drawing. Michel kept his eyes glued on the plate. In the back of his mind images of his family being hurt by the Krang kept playing. Michel closed his eyes to take deep breaths. This wasn't their burden. Raph watched Michel carefully leaning away from his orange sibling. He's never seen Mikey act this way before, and it disturbed him. Raph pushed the drawing away. Michel looked back at Raph with a smile trying to keep all the trauma packed away.

"Good morning," Donnie yawned. He froze in place seeing his coffee already made. He glanced back at Michel and Raph. Raph shrugged, still shifting around uncomfortable with the burning tension from Michel. Donnie poured himself a cup of coffee, getting his plate of breakfast. He sat down glancing at the drawing on the table. Raph shook his head no when Donnie tried to bring it up.

"Hey. Sorry, I'm late for breakfast. I was talking to sensei," Leo grabbed his breakfast smiling at his brothers. His eyes softened when they landed on Michel, "He wants to talk to you about last night." Donnie choked on his coffee a bit, glancing at Raph for some answers. Raph's eyes went down to the drawing holding his pet turtle to his chest. Donnie eyed the drawing as well before looking up at Leo. Leo silently took a bite from his omelet with an appreciative hum. Michel nods hesitantly starting to get up. Michel anxiously tapped his fingers on the side of his arm along the journey. He stood at the entrance watching Splinter meditating. Splinter's tail gestured for Michel to come in. He slowly came forward, closing the dojo door behind him. He slowly sat down in front of the tall rat man. His hands were placed in his lap.