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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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[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.

[Yeah... they probably are pretty worried. Especially Mikey, who gets really whiny and clingy when he isn't feeling well. He's probably been asking where they are for the past two hours. And now they have food. The thought of actually having food to bring back for them makes his insides soar, which would probably be a much better feeling if his stomach wasn't all gross-feeling right now.]

[They're gonna be grounded for life, but it'll be worth it.]

I hope so. [He tries to sound blasé about it, but there's no hiding the quiver of anxiety and pride in his tone as he bunches the sack's opening and ties it off into a knot. Raph clutches his tight to his chest, and then Leo gently pulls him along so they can wriggle into the giant coat again. It's a little bit easier the second time, even if human clothes are just plain weird.]

[Once they're all bundled up, they follow the Professor back out into the alley in the direction they came from, eyes peeled for other humans as they shuffle along.]

[They travel in silence, Raph trying not to dwell on his growing stomach ache. At least inside the jacket it's warm, and he has the food. It's a very important job, he thinks. And Splinter will be proud. He has to be. They barely had any food left this morning, and sensei won't leave them to scavenge until his brothers are feeling better. But it makes him sad when they don't have food, and Raphie doesn't like it much either.

But they're gonna be in so much trouble for going topside. He can only hope that Splinter will be so blown away about the food that he'll forget to give 'em a spanking...

Under the coat, he shivers against his brother, cuddling next to him as much as he can while still walking. Still, he clutches the sack of food against him for dear life, peering through a thin gap between the jacket's buttons as the old man escorts them back into the alley. Back towards home.]

[And the Professor leads them on, not saying a word, doing his best not to draw any attention to their odd procession. Now, his goal is to keep these children safe, to bring them back to familiar ground without harm and hope that someday, somehow, they will get the chance to meet again.

When they reach the mouth of the alley, he ushers them in, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of suspicious onlookers. Thankfully, there are none to be seen.

Then, he crouches low, unbuttoning the coat away from their odd little reptilian faces, their young, eerily human eyes peering at him through the folds of the jacket.]

You can keep the jacket if you like. [He arranges the folds of the coat around them closer, and the taller of the two still flinches away from his touch.] It's warmer underground, but it's still quite cold.

[He removes his hands, offering them one last warm smile.] It was good to meet you, Leonardo and Raphael. I do hope we get the chance to meet again, and to possibly become friends.

My comrades and I live in the tunnels beneath 6th and Broadway if you're ever in need of any help. Can you remember that?

6th and Broadway...

[He surprises himself when he echoes the Professor's words. Becoming friends with a human... would that even be possible? Leo has never been sure what to feel about humans, other than what he's gleaned from Splinter's stories - inherently good people who all to often fell prey to the evil in their hearts. His head is still spinning from meeting one for the first time. The Professor is nothing like Leo ever imagined - there were no knives, no ugly, fleshy faces twisted into horror and disgust, no cages or trucks. Only a dark-skinned human and his warm smile, generosity, and kindness.]

[Leo doesn't know what to think. With his brother drawn close for comfort, he pulls him closer in turn, receiving just as much as he gives. Humans were always scary before he met the Professor, but now he's scared of something else entirely, and he can't even figure out what it is.]

Uh-huh. I'll remember. [He doesn't know why he's promising something he'll never be able to act on, but it feels important. He feels like he should.]

[He looks back to the manhole, still uncovered, water pooling at the edges and slowly trickling down into the mouth of the sewers. He can't believe it, but he almost doesn't want to go.]

[But he has to. So he turns to the large, strange human one last time, and, unable to bow through the thick folds of the coat, gives him a somber nod.] I'll remember. Thank you again, Professor. We won't forget this.

[Something in him soars when the little one agrees. He can only hope that he truly will remember. But until then, he will never forget this strange encounter.

What a wonderful, fascinating world of unending mysteries.]

Then I'll be looking forward to our paths crossing again. [He straightens, stepping aside so they can climb down, and waits until they disappear.] Until next time, my friends.

[Somehow they make it down the ladder without dropping the food into the flowing water underfoot. Leo is the first to wriggle out of the coat, and he gives one last look to the circle of light overhead, watching it slowly crescent, then choke away completely as the manhole cover is pulled back over the opening.]

[Until next time, he repeats in his head. He tells himself he doesn't believe it.]

[The long folds of the coat are dragging in the muck, and it'll only slow them down more and more as they go on. So he pulls it all the way off and folds it up as best as he's able, slinging it around his shell like a kind of scarf. Oof, it's heavier than it felt a little while ago. But they could really use something like this back home, so there's no way he's leaving it to rot away in the sewers.]

[He looks at Raph again, and then down both ends of the tunnel. Crud... he hopes he can remember how to get home.]

Come on. This way.

[Raphie's getting tired. His tummy's full to the point of exploding, and they'd been wandering around for hours in the cold topside. At least it's a little warmer (and a lot safer) underground.

Hugging the bag of treats close to his plastron, he trudges through the mud at the bottom of the runoff tunnel, not bothering at all with be quiet. In fact he's purposely stomping around, the slap of his feet in the muck echoing through the tunnels as they walk.

All he wants is to go snuggle in his bed with Brown Bear. He just wants to be warm and sleep and digest the huge meal that feels like it's expanding inside him. But he knows Splinter's gonna put them in time out for being gone so long. Maybe they can at least just say they found the bag in the sewers.

Though for now, all he can do is whine, kicking at an old tin can that skitters noisily down the tunnel.]

Are we close yet?

[Leo tries to keep an even pace, but his stomach is getting weirder and grosser, almost like it does when they've eaten something that wasn't as safe to eat as they thought it was. This sucks. They finally get really good food, and it makes them sick, too. Maybe he's just not used to sweet stuff, because it's the taste in the back of his throat that makes him feel queasy whenever he lingers on it for too long.]

[He can tell from the way Raph is moving that he's not feeling too hot, either. Oh boy. When they get home... he hopes Splinter won't be too rough on them. This was all Leo's idea anyway. Raph shouldn't have to get in trouble just because Leo couldn't keep his mouth shut.]

I... think so. [He comes to a halt at a sewer junction, adjusting the coat around his shoulders. He peers down one tunnel, and his face visibly brightens, though he's too exhausted to inject any real enthusiasm into his voice.] Yeah, I think we're on Sinter and Abbey. It's only a few more minutes.

Okay. [He breathes, something between a sigh and a groan. He feels like his stomach is pushing on his lungs, and he has to force himself to take deep breaths.

If he wasn't so determined to get the sack full of food home to his brothers, he'd ditch it right there in the sewers. Just the thought of what's inside is making him queasy.

All he can do is follow his brother's lead, not really caring about anything but going home.]

[Those minutes seem to pass all too slowly, but finally they make it to the caved-in section of the tunnel, sealed off by slabs of concrete and tightly packed mud. Leo shuffles up the mound, his feet squelching in the patches of moss covering the rubble, and wedges his hands behind a plywood board stuck between the wreckage and the sewer wall. Swollen from the moisture, it scrapes loudly against cement as he finally tugs it away, revealing an opening for them to scurry through.]

Let's go. [He groans, trying to keep himself from bending over and puking right there. The lair is just on the other side, and he bets Splinter would hear him from there.] And let... let me do the talking, okay?

And what would the purpose be of this 'talking'?

[Splinter was already approaching them, having heard them from a distance. He takes stock of them--the bag and the coat, as well as their faces that are greener than usual. He can already smell the reason why.

He's suspicious. His eyes are narrowed. Splinter stares down at his sons who had been gone for too long, waiting to see what sort of excuse they would have.

Pastries did not simply end up in the sewers without being helped.]

[Finally, they're home! It felt like they were never gonna get back. Raphie's almost relieved until bam!, there's Master Splinter. He lets out a startled squeak, eyes wide and way too innocent, ducking behind his brother with the bag of pastries held close to his chest. Better start talking now, Leo.]

[Leo whirls back around so fast it takes his vision an extra second to catch up with him, and the extra weight from his brother clinging to his shell only makes things worse. He ulps loudly, clutching the coat to his chest and hoping to god his stomach isn't burbling as loudly as he feels like it is.]

[he's not gonna puke he's not gonna puke he's not gonna puke]

S-sensei! We were... uh... we went out scavenging like you said and got some... [he trails off and winces] ...stuff.

[great talking there leo.]

I see.

[For a moment, it almost seems like he is buying it. Spoiler: he isn't.]

I was not aware of any bakeries whose floors were filled with holes of such expanse that entire bags of pastries could slip through to the sewers.

[And as always with Splinter, his nose knows.]

[Leo, you suck at lying! Just let him take it from here.]

U-uh, yeah! [He says, pushing past his brother and nodding eagerly.] Big holes in the floors that stuff falls into the sewers! And then it all washes down the storm drain.

We found it for you, Sensei. [He adds sweetly, offering the pillow case to his father. Just take it. Even the thought of that stuff is enough to make him barf. Even then he winces when his tummy churns angrily, making him go a shade paler than before. Ugh...]

[Sorry, Raph and Master Splinter - he's not paying much attention anymore. The second Raph pushes him to the side, his mouth floods with saliva, and he makes a soft sound of panic before slapping both hands over his snout and clenching his mouth shut.]

[He knows Raph just made up some kind of excuse, so he nods vigorously, willing the hot acid at his throat to go back down. Yes, Sensei - whatever he's saying. That. That is what happened.]

[Splinter holds off on his anger for a moment. Even if they did go to the surface, they returned with something useful. Something that they needed. However, he cannot allow them to repeat such a journey lest they end up dead.

So, for the moment, he sets aside his cane, takes the offered pillow case of food, and then touches Leo's shell to direct that the small turtle should turn away from the food to be sick. It is food that Splinter cannot risk contamination of, no matter how angry he is.

He will kill you two later. With fatherly love.]

I expected better out of both of you. It is enough that your brothers are ill. You being injured or killed could threaten the survival of our entire family when I would be forced to stop attending to your brothers' illness and instead tend to the consequences of your foolishness.

[Quite simply, he is too tired to be angry. The food is a relief. Yelling at the two will only upset their very sick brothers. So instead of anger, they face something far worse: utter disappointment.]

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[...Oh.

Oh.

Splinter doesn't like the food they brought. He isn't even proud of what they did. They went topside and met that scary human and even though he doesn't know that part, he doesn't care.

Raph feels completely and utterly crushed, his eyes welling up with tears. But there won't be any dramatics this time. He just ducks his head and runs off to his bunk on the other side of the room, burying his face in the pillow.

He knows he's not supposed to cry when he gets in trouble, but he can't help it. His tummy hurts so bad and he's tired and Splinter hates him.

This is the worst day ever.

He does his best to smother his sobs into his pillow, trying not to wake his sick brothers.]

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[His whole body is burning with shame at those words - so raw and intense that he hardly notices when Splinter turns him to the side, can barely feel the nausea in his gut as he shuffles closer to the wall or the acid in his throat as he leans over and vomits into the wet rubble.]

[He's trying to be quiet, but he can't help it. He feels like he's the loudest person in the world right now. Oh man. He messed up. He messed up real bad, and now Sensei is ashamed of him and Raph. He promised so many times he'd never go topside... and then he just did, like an idiot. And brought Raph along just to be extra stupid.]

[Splinter's going to be mad at him forever. And he deserves it. Because he put his whole family danger and talked to a human and - and - he's the worst big brother and son in the world.]

S-ssorry... [He gags into the chalky dust, tears springing into his eyes from clenching them so hard.] M'sorry, Sensei...

[He doesn't stop Raphael. It is necessary for him to feel some sort of consequence for his actions. If the boy is still disturbed after a while, he will go to him then. For now, it is Leonardo that needs his attention.

His hand stays on the back of Leonardo's shell as he throws up. Splinter doesn't shy away, instead being a presence as he loses his stomach. Even if he is disappointed, being ill is still being ill, and he cannot help but hover.

To the apology, he says nothing, letting Leonardo finish first.]

[Even over the sound of his crying, Raph can hear Leo getting sick. It makes his own stomach turn dangerously, the smell of vomit filling the tiny den almost instantly.

All he can do is squeeze his eyes shut and clamp his pillow down over his head, swallowing reflexively against the saliva flooding his mouth.

Off in the far corner of the den, the two sick turtles are huddled in a nest of blankets on Splinter's mattress. There, Mikey stirs groggily, woken by the sound of his brothers' arrival.

"Leo's sick," he slurs helpfully.]

[The soft pressure of Sensei's paw touches against his shell - he tries to concentrate on that instead of his aching head, the sour smell of illness dominating his senses, the painful vice-grip cramping of his insides. His stomach clenches painfully once or twice more, but there's hardly anything left in it, and he spits a few mouthfuls of pinkish bile into the dust before quietly gasping down air.]

[Leo stays propped against the wall for a few moments, eyes screwed shut so he doesn't have to look at the sick in front of him or see Master Splinter's shadow cast on the wet brick. When his head stops spinning and he's sure he's not going to throw up again, he silently pulls away, wiping his mouth with the side of his wrist and turning to Splinter, eyes downcast.]

[He doesn't say anything else; just stands in his father's disappointment, waiting.]