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“Aw, come on, Leatherhead,” Mikey whined, sounding a little choked, struggling to get out of the choke hold his friend had him in.

“Not until you say it,” the older reptile told him, smirking down at him.

“I’m not saying it. I’ve already said it way too many times,” the young turtle grumbled.

“Well then it should be easy for you,” the crocodile mutant said smugly.

Mikey grumbled wordlessly for a few moments, refusing to give in. Eventually he sighed melodramatically.

“Fine,” he exclaimed. “Leatherheadisthebestofthebestineverythingespeciallyanythingsciency.”

“Aaand?” the bigger mutant asked, drawing out the one-word question.

“And I will never beat him in wrestling,” the turtle grumbled, more quietly.

Leatherhead grinned and decided that he had tortured his young friend enough for the offence, but didn’t let go of his head.

“And now, Michelangelo, I would like to have my eyeglasses back, please.”

“They’re over by the fridge,” Mikey groaned. “In the fruit bowl.”

“Thank you,” Leatherhead said, letting go of the turtle to go over to said location and start digging through the fruit to find the item.

“Man, you’re no fun,” Mikey complained, stretching and rubbing his neck in an attempt to get rid of the kink that had been put there by the uncomfortable position.

Leatherhead, having found his glasses, turned to him with a raised eye ridge.

“Why do you say that? I acted simply as Raphael would have.”

“Well, Raph’s no fun either, dude,” Mikey explained.

Leatherhead didn’t respond to that, but it bothered him a little, the way the small turtle didn’t see anything in him besides the grumpy scientist that he was.

“Well, why don’t I do something with you that Raphael would normally no do?” the great reptile asked his friend.

“Really?” Mikey’s face lit up, and he almost couldn’t contain himself.

“Yes, really.” Leatherhead went to his friend and laid a steadying hand on his shoulder, for he had seen the tell-tale bouncing that always preceded a happy explosion on Michelangelo’s part. “You take a look around my home, and see what you would like to do. I am afraid there isn’t much, but knowing you, you’ll find something to entertain us.”

“Wow, thanks, Leatherhead!” Mikey exclaimed and happily threw his arms as far around the hulking form of his crocodile friend as he could. Leatherhead stiffened but laughed it off and struggled to get him off, only succeeding once the turtle had had enough hugging and decided to bounce off to look for something to do.

That turtle is going to be the death of me, Leatherhead thought to himself as he settled down on the couch. Either he’s going to destroy something irreparable here, or he’s going to force me to let go of what little control I already have.

Mikey searched the lab and home for a long time before coming back empty-handed. He couldn’t believe that the crocodile lived without any kind of entertainment. Then again, he supposed that whenever he came to visit, he always found Leatherhead either hard at work or just getting up. He supposed that what was here – a kitchenette, a bedroom and bathroom, and a lab – was all that Leatherhead felt he needed.

Mikey let out an audible sigh and plopped down on the couch next to Leatherhead.

“I take it you are stumped,” Leatherhead assumed out loud.

“Yeah, man,” Mikey said, throwing himself haphazardly over the couch and groaning dramatically. Leatherhead had to duck to avoid a foot coming his way. “I don’t get how you live without anything to keep you busy,” Mikey whined.

“I have plenty to keep me busy with,” Leatherhead argued, “I have plenty to work on in my laboratory.”

“Work, work, work,” Mikey groaned, “Is that all you and Donnie think of?”

Once again, Leatherhead felt a little affronted that his friend was so dismissive of the science that Leatherhead enjoyed so much.

“Well…” Leatherhead suddenly had an idea, “What if we did something together in the laboratory?” he asked Mikey.

Mikey looked up with an expression that asked if he was sure he wanted to do that. He reinforced it with the question, “Are you sure you want to do that? I’ve heard Donnie ranting to you about my fun and failures in his lab.”

“We won’t work on anything important. We could do something fun.”

“Fun? In a working lab?”

“Yes. The chemicals in there don’t only have to be used for work. Have you ever made a mini volcano, or something that melts in your hands but when you try to hit it, it is rock hard?”

This whetted Mikey’s interest, and he sat up.

“No,” he admitted.

“Then I know what we will do now,” Leatherhead said, getting up. “Wait here while I go clean up and get everything we need,” he told the turtle, patting him on the head as he passed.

“But how long is that going to take?” Mikey whined, desperate to follow. He stayed put, however, knowing that Leatherhead was more than a little worried about where everything belonged in his lab.

As Leatherhead started putting away anything dangerous that Mikey might get his hands on, he wracked his brains for any simple experiments that the young turtle might find interesting. Truthfully, he thought that this was going to be quite boring, as he’d seen these reactions a hundred thousand times before, but if it would keep Mikey busy, he was willing to sit through it.

“Alright, Michelangelo,” he called. “Everything is ready.”

Mikey wandered into the lab looking bored, but he perked up when he saw the neatly arranged chemicals and ingredients on the large table in the middle of the room.

“Awesome!” he exclaimed, bouncing over to the rudimentary ingredients.

“Ready to have fun?” Leatherhead asked, smiling at the turtle’s enthusiasm.

“Heck yeah!”

They spent hours in the lab, doing experiments like making a volcanic eruption with vinegar and baking soda, and creating gooey substances. Mikey’s favorite was a goo made of corn starch and water that went runny when you left it alone, but went rock hard when you tried to stir or punch it, just like Leatherhead had said.

“Dude, this is so cool!” Mikey exclaimed over and over again.

Leatherhead grinned. He had been right in expecting to be bored by the experiments, but Mikey’s reactions were entertaining enough to ward off complete boredom. The ninja turtle was so animated that he could feel the feelings infecting him, and as time progressed he became more talkative and outgoing towards Mikey.

Several hours later, they were sitting on the couch in the crocodile professor’s home, and watching – or rather ignoring – an episode of How It’s Made. Mikey was – carefully – playing with a gooey mess of the corn starch and water mixture, poking at it and letting it run from one beaker to another repeatedly. Leatherhead was watching him in amusement, not really paying much attention to the TV.

“So, was it really that bad?” he asked the young ninja turtle.

“No way, man,” Mikey answered, barely taking his eyes off the goo in the glass jar.

“And do you still think I am as boring as Raphael?” the crocodile asked slyly.

“No way, man,” Mikey still wasn’t paying him any attention. Leatherhead started getting a little frustrated, but he refused to show Mikey that he was jealous of something as simple as a pot of goo.

“Michelangelo,” he said firmly, hoping to get the turtle’s attention through the use of his full name, which Mikey was known to hate.

Mikey looked up to find Leatherhead’s level gaze directed at him. He grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, putting the goo away and feeling a bit bad for ignoring his friend. “What did you want to talk about, LH?”

Leatherhead started to say something, but stopped himself. He decided that Mikey playing with the goo was cuter than Mikey trying desperately to ignore it.

Leatherhead reached out and used his hand to guide Mikey’s head to him, pressing a kiss to Mikey’s forehead.

“Never mind. You have fun with the goo,” he told him.

Mikey looked up at his friend in shock for a moment, and Leatherhead stressed that he had taken their 'bonding moment' too far, but then Mikey grinned and leaned into him when he started playing with the goo again. Leatherhead smiled, feeling as though his heart was going into overdrive, and turned his attention to the TV after ensuring that Mikey was well occupied.

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“Aw, come on, Leatherhead,” Mikey whined, sounding a little choked, struggling to get out of the choke hold his friend had him in.

“Not until you say it,” the older reptile told him, smirking down at him.

“I’m not saying it. I’ve already said it way too many times,” the young turtle grumbled.

“Well then it should be easy for you,” the crocodile mutant said smugly.

Mikey grumbled wordlessly for a few moments, refusing to give in. Eventually he sighed melodramatically.

“Fine,” he exclaimed. “Leatherheadisthebestofthebestineverythingespeciallyanythingsciency.”

“Aaand?” the bigger mutant asked, drawing out the one-word question.

“And I will never beat him in wrestling,” the turtle grumbled, more quietly.

Leatherhead grinned and decided that he had tortured his young friend enough for the offence, but didn’t let go of his head.

“And now, Michelangelo, I would like to have my eyeglasses back, please.”

“They’re over by the fridge,” Mikey groaned. “In the fruit bowl.”

“Thank you,” Leatherhead said, letting go of the turtle to go over to said location and start digging through the fruit to find the item.

“Man, you’re no fun,” Mikey complained, stretching and rubbing his neck in an attempt to get rid of the kink that had been put there by the uncomfortable position.

Leatherhead, having found his glasses, turned to him with a raised eye ridge.

“Why do you say that? I acted simply as Raphael would have.”

“Well, Raph’s no fun either, dude,” Mikey explained.

Leatherhead didn’t respond to that, but it bothered him a little, the way the small turtle didn’t see anything in him besides the grumpy scientist that he was.

“Well, why don’t I do something with you that Raphael would normally no do?” the great reptile asked his friend.

“Really?” Mikey’s face lit up, and he almost couldn’t contain himself.

“Yes, really.” Leatherhead went to his friend and laid a steadying hand on his shoulder, for he had seen the tell-tale bouncing that always preceded a happy explosion on Michelangelo’s part. “You take a look around my home, and see what you would like to do. I am afraid there isn’t much, but knowing you, you’ll find something to entertain us.”

“Wow, thanks, Leatherhead!” Mikey exclaimed and happily threw his arms as far around the hulking form of his crocodile friend as he could. Leatherhead stiffened but laughed it off and struggled to get him off, only succeeding once the turtle had had enough hugging and decided to bounce off to look for something to do.

That turtle is going to be the death of me, Leatherhead thought to himself as he settled down on the couch. Either he’s going to destroy something irreparable here, or he’s going to force me to let go of what little control I already have.

Mikey searched the lab and home for a long time before coming back empty-handed. He couldn’t believe that the crocodile lived without any kind of entertainment. Then again, he supposed that whenever he came to visit, he always found Leatherhead either hard at work or just getting up. He supposed that what was here – a kitchenette, a bedroom and bathroom, and a lab – was all that Leatherhead felt he needed.

Mikey let out an audible sigh and plopped down on the couch next to Leatherhead.

“I take it you are stumped,” Leatherhead assumed out loud.

“Yeah, man,” Mikey said, throwing himself haphazardly over the couch and groaning dramatically. Leatherhead had to duck to avoid a foot coming his way. “I don’t get how you live without anything to keep you busy,” Mikey whined.

“I have plenty to keep me busy with,” Leatherhead argued, “I have plenty to work on in my laboratory.”

“Work, work, work,” Mikey groaned, “Is that all you and Donnie think of?”

Once again, Leatherhead felt a little affronted that his friend was so dismissive of the science that Leatherhead enjoyed so much.

“Well…” Leatherhead suddenly had an idea, “What if we did something together in the laboratory?” he asked Mikey.

Mikey looked up with an expression that asked if he was sure he wanted to do that. He reinforced it with the question, “Are you sure you want to do that? I’ve heard Donnie ranting to you about my fun and failures in his lab.”

“We won’t work on anything important. We could do something fun.”

“Fun? In a working lab?”

“Yes. The chemicals in there don’t only have to be used for work. Have you ever made a mini volcano, or something that melts in your hands but when you try to hit it, it is rock hard?”

This whetted Mikey’s interest, and he sat up.

“No,” he admitted.

“Then I know what we will do now,” Leatherhead said, getting up. “Wait here while I go clean up and get everything we need,” he told the turtle, patting him on the head as he passed.

“But how long is that going to take?” Mikey whined, desperate to follow. He stayed put, however, knowing that Leatherhead was more than a little worried about where everything belonged in his lab.

As Leatherhead started putting away anything dangerous that Mikey might get his hands on, he wracked his brains for any simple experiments that the young turtle might find interesting. Truthfully, he thought that this was going to be quite boring, as he’d seen these reactions a hundred thousand times before, but if it would keep Mikey busy, he was willing to sit through it.

“Alright, Michelangelo,” he called. “Everything is ready.”

Mikey wandered into the lab looking bored, but he perked up when he saw the neatly arranged chemicals and ingredients on the large table in the middle of the room.

“Awesome!” he exclaimed, bouncing over to the rudimentary ingredients.

“Ready to have fun?” Leatherhead asked, smiling at the turtle’s enthusiasm.

“Heck yeah!”

They spent hours in the lab, doing experiments like making a volcanic eruption with vinegar and baking soda, and creating gooey substances. Mikey’s favorite was a goo made of corn starch and water that went runny when you left it alone, but went rock hard when you tried to stir or punch it, just like Leatherhead had said.

“Dude, this is so cool!” Mikey exclaimed over and over again.

Leatherhead grinned. He had been right in expecting to be bored by the experiments, but Mikey’s reactions were entertaining enough to ward off complete boredom. The ninja turtle was so animated that he could feel the feelings infecting him, and as time progressed he became more talkative and outgoing towards Mikey.

Several hours later, they were sitting on the couch in the crocodile professor’s home, and watching – or rather ignoring – an episode of How It’s Made. Mikey was – carefully – playing with a gooey mess of the corn starch and water mixture, poking at it and letting it run from one beaker to another repeatedly. Leatherhead was watching him in amusement, not really paying much attention to the TV.

“So, was it really that bad?” he asked the young ninja turtle.

“No way, man,” Mikey answered, barely taking his eyes off the goo in the glass jar.

“And do you still think I am as boring as Raphael?” the crocodile asked slyly.

“No way, man,” Mikey still wasn’t paying him any attention. Leatherhead started getting a little frustrated, but he refused to show Mikey that he was jealous of something as simple as a pot of goo.

“Michelangelo,” he said firmly, hoping to get the turtle’s attention through the use of his full name, which Mikey was known to hate.

Mikey looked up to find Leatherhead’s level gaze directed at him. He grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, putting the goo away and feeling a bit bad for ignoring his friend. “What did you want to talk about, LH?”

Leatherhead started to say something, but stopped himself. He decided that Mikey playing with the goo was cuter than Mikey trying desperately to ignore it.

Leatherhead reached out and used his hand to guide Mikey’s head to him, pressing a kiss to Mikey’s forehead.

“Never mind. You have fun with the goo,” he told him.

Mikey looked up at his friend in shock for a moment, and Leatherhead stressed that he had taken their 'bonding moment' too far, but then Mikey grinned and leaned into him when he started playing with the goo again. Leatherhead smiled, feeling as though his heart was going into overdrive, and turned his attention to the TV after ensuring that Mikey was well occupied.