Bubble-wrapped

Chapter 2

Raph slowly opened his eyes, irritated at yet another premature awakening. Whether Raph's broken sleep was due to his overprotective brother sense or the five hour afternoon nap he had earlier, he wasn't sure. Either way, it was one in the morning and he was just. Not. tired. Deciding his alertness wasn't worth fighting anymore, he huffed and sat up, stretching, and scratching his back. He smacked his lips and glanced around.

Maybe... maybe i should just real quick check on mikey...

..but isnt this what he meant by 'babying'? What if he's more upset that i check..!

...oh, but mikeys a little softie, what if he's upset already? What if he's sad and all alone in his bed... what if, all alone in his room, he's crying??

"Oh no!" Raph quietly exclaimed. He had yet again over-thought the situation and convinced himself it was real. He sat up, and quietly tiptoed down the hall, biting his lip. He got to mikeys room and very gently pushed the door ajar, peering inside.

He slit his eyes at the scene... was it just him or was there no mikey in the room at all??

He closed the door again and gulped, then repeated his action of pushing it ajar and peering inside for a moment.

Then he completely opened the door- still no mikey.

He creased his brow in nervousness. "Mikey.?" he hoarsely whispered, stepping into the room.

And then it hit him.

Mikey ran away.

Raph growled to himself in betrayal and worry, clenching his fists and thundering down the hall. He grabbed his stuff, flew to the door and thrust it open, and pounded into the city after his bro.

***

Mikey lay peacefully on the rooftop. He hadn't planned on falling asleep, but he'd been too tired to stay awake. His arm dangled off the edge and his cheeks were squished against the solid metal roof of the building. He snored peacefully.

Raph thundered around the streets, stressed-ly looking up and down and every which way until he spied a orange-banded, green arm dangling off the side of a building.

"Mikey!" Raph cried, perceiving the worst possible scenario in his livid, distressed and vexed state. He lunged towards the window sill of the building mikey was resting on, and began to awkwardly scramble up the side.

Mikey heard a small noise, but was too tired to care. He rolled himself over and curled up peacefully, unaware of the situation and forgetting his location.

Raph finally reached the last window sill, and from there leapt up and over onto the roof, thudding as he landed.

Mikey was behind him, and so Raph didn't see him at first, and looked frantically left to right.

Mikey jumped to his feet,

"WHOSIT-WHA- ???!?!?!!" He had his mystic whip handing out of his hand as he looked around in panic.

"WhAt time is iT?" He questioned no one in particular.

Raph swerved around, his face lighting up when he saw mikey, immediately squeezing him with two arms and lifting him up in a tight hug. "Mikey!" He exclaimed before giving him a small kiss on the forehead. "I'm so glad I found you!"

"Raph?! What-" Mikey broke off, remembering the night before.

"H-hey did- what- ..." He found he was still too shocked to form a sentence.

"Dude! That is not how to wake someone up in the morning!!!" He managed, panic in his voice from the suddenness of it all.

Raph ignored him and euphorically swayed side to side with mikey in his arms. Then, his face dropped into one of sudden realisation, and he called mikeys name again and held him out in front of himself by mikeys shoulders. "A-are you okay? Are you hurt? You're alright, right?" he spluttered as he put mikey's feet on the ground, still holding his shoulders as his eyes darted over mikey in concern.