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[When sickness hit the Hamato household, it swept through like wildfire. And ever since Splinter found himself with two sick little turtles on his hands, he was determined to keep the other two as germ-free as possible. So as soon as they woke and they ate their meager breakfast, he shooed Raphael and Leonardo out of the den, hurriedly telling them to bring back anything they found of use before being pulled away by his sick ones' alarmed whimpers.

Raphie was more than happy to leave the den. It stank like throw up in there, and being hungry made it even worse. Ever since Donnie and Mikey got sick, Splinter hasn't been able to go topside for food, and splitting a can of tuna fish and a couple slices of stale bread with Leo left him feeling hollow inside. He'd been growing a lot lately, way more than his brothers, and it was making him feel hungry all the time. Maybe they'd be able to find some cool stuff while they were out, or even some more food.

The only problem is, he has no idea where to look. Splinter doesn't usually take him out on scavenge runs. It's because he's too noisy and doesn't listen, but his brothers tell him it's because he cries too much. But that's because they're stupid and Splinter doesn't take them either! No one gets to go except for Leo, because he's a daddy's boy and the favorite. And a stupid idiot, but that's besides the point.

So. That leaves two nine year old turtles and one mission. Raphie looks at his brother, shrugs, and starts shuffling off to wherever his feet take him. Because there's no way he's gonna let Leo tell him where to go. He'll just walk until he finds something.]

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[His arms crossed, Leo's gaze continues flickering from the Professor to his brother and back again. After a beat, he steps forward and grabs the coat a little more snappishly than he'd meant to. He opens the mouth of it out wide, having to spread his arms completely to fully stretch it out.]

That's fine. [He repeats without looking at Raph. He can barely stand looking at him, let alone stuffing himself into a coat with him, but he has to act like the adult here or they'll never get anywhere.]

[There's only one of two options: turn around and go home empty-handed, or suck it up and share the coat with Leo. At the moment, both options sound like torture.

It takes him a minute, looking back and forth between the end of the ally and his brother with the coat with one heck of an ugly pout, his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. Then, he huffs a sigh, stomps through the gathering rain puddles, and helps get the coat over the both of them.

The only thing comfortable about it is it's warm as an oven against his freezing skin, making him shiver with the sudden temperature change.

In the musty dark under the old man's coat, hoarsely, he whispers:] I hate you.

[Just so they're clear. Sharing the coat doesn't mean he's ready to be friends.]

[Oblivious to the continued simmering of their brotherly feud (or, more like carefully appearing to be), the Professor gently guides the bundle of turtles closer before guiding them slowly toward the mouth of the alleyway. He can feel them flinch at the touch, balking at his gentle coaxing to stay by his hip, but if they don't, they surely would attract some attention.]

Stay by me, children. It isn't far.

[The coat is warm, secure, and on the inside, dry. It smells a little, but Leo's more than used to that. It reminds him of a long time ago, when Master Splinter used to hold them tight against his robes, trying to distribute his own body heat into four other creatures. The thought would be comforting if not for a variety of factors. In fact, it's shameful even thinking about his Sensei when he's disobeying him so horribly right now... and right after stupidly snitching about him to a human, too.]

[He doesn't look at Raph the entire way; not even when his brother says those three words. It stings, but Leo knows he probably doesn't mean it. Besides, he deserves it. Leo's felt guilty about stuff before, sure, but right now... he thinks he knows what it's like to hate yourself.]

[Silently, he follows behind the professor, channeling all of his attention into shuffling alongside Raph as smoothly as possible. He should just focus on the fact that he's going to see what it's like beyond a topside alley for the first time in his life. That's really important, so no more slip-ups.]

[And it truly isn't far. The Professor doesn't hurry the four blocks to the dumpster behind the upscale bakery shop. When committing an act one doesn't want to draw attention toward, you must act as though the act being committed isn't something to hide at all. Act natural, as one might say. He's learned that much after spending so long in the company of thieves and other miscreants. But such goes the life of a free man. He is often drawn to the company of those who are the greatest prisoners of material things.

They attract no attention on the quickly darkening street. Silently, he thanks the time of year for the early night granting them cover, and the passers by for their indifference. It is the nature of the City, he thinks, that allows for so much evil and so many wondrous things to occur right under the noses of so many. This theory is only proven by the two young creatures huddled under his coat.

Minutes later, he ushers the boys into another alleyway. This one is cleaner as the less-than-hygienic standards of alleyways go. Two dumpsters sit against a painted brick wall amidst a nest of soggy newspapers and overspilling garbage bags. A rusty bicycle and other metal scraps sit in the farthest corner. But otherwise, the ground is mostly contained to a few soggy bread crusts mouldering in rain puddles.]

Here we are. It's safe to come out if you like.

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[As reluctant as he is to be rid of the jacket's warmth, the minute the guy says it's okay, he's shrugged himself free, hurtling into the alleyway, half-expecting to see about four dozen humans waiting to capture them and make them into stew.

What he sees stops him dead in his tracks.

There is the Professor, smiling at him happily, holding the lid up from a dumpster containing more food than he's ever seen in his life all at once. Excitement explodes through him like a firework, completely erasing all the bad feelings he once had. Forget being mad or scared about anything. This's better than Christmas!]

Wow, look at all that food!

[He runs, practically skips full-tilt toward the dumpster, eyes bright and grinning from ear-to-ear. All he can think of is how happy everyone will be when they bring this stuff home, and how good it's all gonna taste.]

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[Raph bursts out of the coat, nearly sending Leo crashing to the ground in his wake, but as soon as he regains his balance it's easy to see why. The dumpster is full of the most delicious-looking food Leo's ever seen. Excitement soars through his heart, washing away almost all of the negativity he'd been feeling.]

[Leonardo rushes forward to join Raph, barely managing to avoid tripping over the gigantic coat still hung awkwardly over his shell. His own stomach is still rumbling with hunger; the temptation to dive in and devour everything is maddening. But for a moment he's too struck to do even that, instead placing his hands on the rim of the dumpster and hauling himself up, the fabric sleeves hanging loosely at his sides. Eyes wide, he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth.]

All of this? It's... all good? [He's never seen this much food thrown out that wasn't spoiled or laced with rat poison or otherwise unusable. This... it feels like a dream.]

[The old man chuckles at the boys' enthusiasm, happy to help the poor little ones with something. He only wishes he could do more. Perhaps, he thinks, after spoiling them a little with some cake.]

Oh, yes. A little stale, perhaps, but the bakery refuses to sell anything older than a day. What isn't purchased is thrown away. It's an unfortunate testament to wastefulness, but the owner of the shop knows the people of the street often frequent the dumpster at night. Perhaps it is her way of contributing to those who would rather help themselves.

[He beams a wide smile at the boy, giving him a wink. Go on, little one. Have fun. He's believes you need it.]

[And Raphie, of course, has no problem helping himself. By the time Leo reaches the dumpster, he's already used a stack of wet newspapers as a ladder and tumbled head-first into the mess of sticky sweet heaven. Now, he's kneeling in the dumpster, his eyes wide as saucers, completely overwhelmed with two frosting-covered fistfuls of confectioneries.

Eventually, he takes a bite, and the flood of sugar is like an explosion in his mouth. He thought the thing he ate before was good, but this is so good he's gonna die!]

C'mon, Leo! [He shouts as much as he dares, his mouth full of cake and frosting.] Thish the besht stuff I ever ate in my life!

[And that's all it takes. Leo shrugs clumsily out of the coat as fast as possible, handing it back to the Professor with a wide grin on his face. No sooner is it out of his hands than the young turtle is clambering over the edge of the dumpster to drop down next to Raphael.]

[Unable to control himself any longer, he grabs a glazed doughnut with chocolate frosting and tears into it like a ravenous animal. It bursts in his mouth with a sweetness that blows his mind. it's even more flavorful than the one the professor had brought. It fills his mouth, his senses, even his brain with nothing but absolute ecstasy.]

[There were a hundred and one things he was worried about not even two minutes ago, but all of that seems so far away. All of this food, and it's delicious. They're never going to go hungry again!]

Mine, too! [He manages to say around his mouthful of dough and chocolate, beaming at Raph. It's almost like they never even fought.] I can't wait 'til we bring this all back!

[Raphie only nods vigorously, his mouth too full of cake to reply. Frosting oozes between his fingers, covers him head to toe. It's like a dream. Better than a dream. He never thought he would ever see so much food in one place in his whole life. And he never even knew food like this existed!

He eats until he feels like he's gonna explode, and there's still more to be had. So he keeps going, reveling in the feeling of actually being this ridiculously full. He wants to keep going, but he's not so sure how much more room he has left in his tummy. So he chews slowly, swallows hard, and takes the time to lick the frosting off his fingers.

It's starting to make him kind of sleepy, being this full and being so cold. It's not cold like this in the sewers. But at least the dumpster lid shelters them from the rain.

Scooting back to the dumpster wall, he leans his shell against the cold metal, still licking his fingers. His other hand rests on his plastron as if to keep the enormous meal from spilling out. He doesn't want to move ever again.]

Mikey and Donny are gonna be so mad they missed this.

[Leo merely gives a muffled sound of agreement, already stuffing a flaky croissant into his mouth. Oh man. He never wants to stop eating. He had no idea food could even taste this good. Why does something this amazing have to be tucked away in an alley without sewer access? It's a crime. He still doesn't know how he's going to explain this haul to Master Splinter, but right now, even Leo doesn't care. He's always tried hard to never complain about being hungry - he can do this just this once, right?]

[He slows down soon after his brother, though not for entirely the same reason; although the clawing, hollow pain has indeed been replaced by something much fuller, the sweetness of the pastries is quickly becoming overwhelming. He likes the hard candies Sensei manages to scrounge up now and then well enough, but those are hideously bland compared to these. It's actually a bit too much to handle all at once.]

[Getting overwhelmed by too much food? Even that concept seems out of this world. He's never been happier.]

[Wiping his hands together to get rid of the sticky crumbs, Leo scurries to the edge of the dumpster and pokes his head over it, beaming the hugest, brightest smile he can manage at this big, crazy, weird human who just showed them the best thing ever.]

Thanks, Mister! You really saved our shells!

[As the little turtles eat, the Professor stands guard, propping the dumpster's lid open and smiling happily as they gorge themselves on sweets. At one point, he wonders if he should tell them to stop, but he doesn't have the heart to. This is making them happy, he thinks. These children seem to need a little more happiness. And seeing them happy fills his heart with warmth.

This is part of why he lives the way he does, to reach out to those far less fortunate than him. His only goal in life is to feed the hearts and minds of those who are spiritually and intellectually starving. If tonight, he could satisfy the hunger of two small children in a more literal sense, that is just as rewarding.

He smiles warmly at the boy, more than happy to be of any help.]

It is not a problem, Leonardo. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[He lifts the stained pillowcase he'd been using as a sack, offering it to the boy.]

Take this. Fill it and bring as much as you like to your family.

[Leo reaches out and takes the pillowcase, dragging it over the side until it flops down at his feet in the garbage. He opens it, staring into the wide mouth. They should be able to fit a bunch in here! Plenty for Don and Mike, and then some. He glances up at the Professor once more, and though he's smiling again, this one is quiet and thoughtful.]

Sensei says that some humans have good hearts. [A bit clumsily, he folds his hands together and bows; it's not very ceremonious, what with him balanced in a pile of pastries with a stained pillowcase hanging from one fist, but it's with all of the wholehearted sincerity only a child can summon.] I know you have to be one of them. We'll never forget your kindness, Professor.

[The Professor can hardly handle the amount of kindness he sees in the little boy at that moment. What he's done is nothing more than being a decent human being, he believes. But he supposes that is all these children needed, an example of humanity that isn't quite so brutal.

Still, he finds himself getting a little flustered at the child's gratitude. He waves off the thank you as if clearing smoke.]

It is nothing, I insist. If there is anything more you need, please, let me know. My people and I don't have much to offer, but we have shelter, and we have warm clothes. I'm sure that my comrades would be more than happy to help.

[His grin widens, gesturing upward as if pointing to the thoughts gather around him like moths to a flame.]

There are many lessons that must be learned quickly when living on the street. One is knowing that judging people by their character is far more important than judging them by their appearance. Another is that we all must take care of one another, share resources, and depend on one another to survive.

[But obviously, these small children have no one to trust, no one to count on. They need people to lean on.]

We have a settlement below ground in one of the subway tunnels not far from here. I vow that your family will be safe there.

[As the Professor speaks, Raph listens, wrinkling his snout like something stinks. Is the human telling them to go with him? And is he really trying to make them think that they all live underground? That has to be a lie. This has to be a trick. Master Splinter said that some humans were good, but he thought he was just talking about Master Yoshi, not some homeless guy. Sure, he just led them to the best time of his life, but that doesn't mean they should trust him!

He scrabbles up to his feet, slipping a little on a slick of buttercream frosting to peer over the dumpster himself, that sour look not leaving his face.]

No way. [He shakes his head vigorously, fear sinking its cold fingers into his chest with each passing second.] We're not going with you! Nuh-uh!

[He doesn't want to move out of the den. He doesn't want to go live with humans!]

[Leo puts his hand on his brother's shell, shaking his head. Of course they're not going with him. It's a nice offer, and he's far more willing to trust this man than he had been previously, but it could just never happen.]

[Unlike Raph, Leo doesn't doubt his story - it sounds weird, sure, but they fought a giant white alligator in the sewers once. Humans would be among the least weird things living underground. He's never heard of a community like the Professor is describing, but it sounds kind of nice. Helping each other, staying together, sharing what they have... it sounds like a family. And Leo already has one of those.]

[He smiles again at the Professor, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. The truth of the matter is that they'll probably never see him again, much less meet his people. Sensei would never allow it. As much as Leonardo is encouraged by the idea of so many kind humans living together, it doesn't mean he wants to pack up and go live with them.]

Thanks for the offer, but... we already have a home. [He pauses, eyes dropping to his hands as they fiddle with the pillow case, then looks up and gives a firm, decisive nod.] That's where we belong.

[Not with humans, however nice. With each other and Sensei. That's all there is to it.]

[Raph is overwhelmed with relief when his brother refuses the offer. Not that he really believed Leo would just go with this man, but it feels good to hear it out loud. Nice as it sounds, he could never trust humans like that. And their den is all he's ever known. He's too afraid to change it. Sometimes the little world inside their den, his family... it's the only thing in the world that doesn't scare him.

Feeling overstuffed and overwhelmed, he moves behind his brother's shell, pressing against him for safety. He's starting to wish he hadn't eaten so much, now. If he had to run or fight, he'd definitely throw up.]

I wanna go back.

[He says it to his brother, but it's meant for the Professor to hear, too.]

[He had a feeling his offer would be declined, but it's disappointing all the while. It would be fascinating to build a relationship with these creatures, to learn their story. But alas, for now it isn't meant to be. The children are stuffed to the brim and ready to go home to something familiar, someplace safe. He can only hope he will be lucky enough to stumble upon them again.]

Of course. I'm sure you both are eager to return. Fill your bags, take as much as you need, and I can take you back to where we came from.

[He gives the Professor another nod of thanks. To be honest, he wants to go home too - he's not looking forward to explaining all of this to Master Splinter, but he needs to think about some stuff, too. The things he's seen and heard today... he has no idea how he's supposed to feel about humans and the outside world anymore.]

[Suddenly things don't seem so black and white.]

[Carefully he turns to his brother, disengaging him from his shell, and hands him the pillowcase, spreading the mouth open wide for him to take.]

Come on, let's hurry and fill this up.

[Raphie still doesn't trust humans. He doesn't even completely trust this guy, no matter how nice he's been. Maybe this human is one of the rare, nice ones like Master Yoshi. But most humans are like the ones who killed their sensei's master and would kill them too, no matter how nice they seem. He knows that, and he hates humans because of that.

Being topside, talking to this guy, taking in all these new experiences and eating this much food has made him tired and cranky and more than ready to go home and take a nap. He's only barely thinking of what they're gonna tell Master Splinter. But he's really too full and tired to care.

So he stands and holds the bag as Leo fills it, staying oddly quiet because he feels like if he bends over or even opens his mouth he's gonna throw up. ]

[Meanwhile, the Professor patiently waits for the little creatures to finish their scavenging, still holding open the dumpster lid. Every now and then he points to something, a Boston creme, doughnut, another apple fritter, guiding the little one to put the best ones in his bag.

When the sack is full, he offers to hold the bag as they climb out.]

Are we ready?

[His time with them is growing short, it seems. And with it goes the opportunity to learn more about who these strange, fascinating children were, about their kind, their family, where they lived and how they came to be. But now, he feels, is not the time to ask the thousands of questions tickling his brain. Not now, when he's finally gotten them to trust him this much. No. These children need his help, not someone to scare them away with questions. And possibly, he hopes that some day their paths will cross again. Until then, he supposes, the rest will have to remain a mystery.]

That is quite a magnificent haul. I'm sure your... sensei, as you said, will greatly appreciate it.

[Leo smiles thinly, trying his best not to let his worry show. He's positive Master Splinter will be hugely grateful for these rations, but... not without asking some hard questions he doesn't have answers for. And they both suck at lying. He just hopes they won't be spending the next year straight doing flips.]

Yeah... I'm sure he will, too.

[Ugh... flips. He'd yack all over the dojo floor if he had to do one right now.]

[Climbing out of that dumpster feels like one of the hardest things he's ever done. His body feels like it's made out of lead, and the pressure on his gut as he pulls himself over the edge makes him feel like he's gonna explode. He hopes Splinter and Mikey and Donny like the stuff they're bringing. He's halfway between wanting to keep dipping into that sack of goodies and getting sick at just the smell. It's one of the weirdest feelings he's ever felt. And being tired and full is making him feel really whiny.]

Can we go now?

[All of this is great, but he really just wants to go home. They can do more topside exploring when he isn't saddled with the task of digesting a week's worth of cake.]

[He wants to help the children scramble out of the garbage bin, as sluggish as they are after their adventure, but the Professor knows that touching them will only startle them. It would be a shame if this was the last he ever sees of these astounding little creatures, that this may be his last opportunity to know their secret world beneath the streets. But he can't keep them here. They're tired and it's wet and cold, and he wants to do everything he must to help them, to ease their obvious struggles, and to learn everything he can.

Maybe another day, perhaps. For now, he can only take it slowly, patiently, and honestly. As they pile out of the dumpster, he stands and holds open the lid.]

We're on our way. I'm sure your family will be worried.

[Once they're out, the taller of the two protectively hugging the sack of pastries tight to his chest, he offers them the coat again, holding it open for them to come inside.]

But I'm sure they will be very excited when you deliver your treats.