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   This was perfect...almost perfect, that is. It would have been much better if they were in Raphael's room, or Donatello's, or anywhere more private than the living room. They were alone right now at least, which was enough for Raph as he snuggled his face into Donatello's neck and sneak his hands up his jacket. Not to initiate anything – it was far too cold – but to try to warm himself up as well. Even a meaty turtle like Raphael could feel the harsh chill of winter.

   Raphael actually cared a lot about privacy. What he did not care about was hiding his relationship from their two other brothers. It was not like he was going to bend Donatello over in front of them, so he did not really understand what the big deal was as far as physical contact was concerned. It was the sweet talk and gentleness that really made Raphael embarrassed. Even now (as they lay there beneath the lamp alone) he felt his cheeks go red and his eyes scrunch shut.

   "I'll help with it," he offered with a sniffle. "Me and Casey both. Give us all something to do together."

"Hm? Oh no dont worry about it, you know I like scavanging on my own.. taking my time.  Beside's..there's a good amount of roaches in those places and I dont think you would like searching through that."  If someone stopped to think about it, it wa quite remarkable the genius managed to survive with his life routine.

Holed up in a safely secured and almot every day locked down lab with toxic fumes, dangerously close chemicals and even the sick bay was there. Now, add searching through piles of trash, risking injuries with broken glass or a cut with anything would surely lead to infection.

“At the moment, I don’t think we have a choice, we still don’t know much of what’s out here in the universe” said Madgie, placing a gentle hand over Jomei’s head.

“She’s right” said Fugitoid, “the more we move further, the more we’ll encounter much more than before. We can all just try to be safe for now, I’m sure we can all think of something”.

“But I agree with you Donnie” said Madgie, “with the kids here as well, I feel worried”.

“Fine then until all space suit are finish I sugget we make no stops unless its a critical emergency. I dont want to lose the Triceratons again.” Placing a kiss on Madgie’ cheek he walked away. 

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Rolling his eyes at the nickname he gave him a gentle hip sideways push before walking down to the living room. During the cold months they barely slept in there rooms. The sewer was  much to cold and being wide area’s meant the wind circled against every object.

Instead the living room was invaded by mattresses, pillows and multiple heat  electronics, some provided by April and Casey others made by Donatello. Now they spend more time together then before.

With out their father it meant that they were the last remaining Hamato, ignoring where Karai was at the moment was better for all of them, as cruel as it sounded, Near the bean bag laid an open bag filled with socks and gloves they had manage to find over the years. Whatever they hated wearing clothes or not they wouldnt deny that those things actually worked, and it help him sneak a tease to his “older” mate. Most of the time he matched a red and a purple glove along with the same color matching socks. The silly grin he got was worth it though.

   Raphael was, in part, grateful for how close he had become with his family this winter. He felt as though he understood them all better than ever. Leonardo, who knew how to hide his true self when necessary, had started to open up to his younger brothers once more. He even went as far as to accept – albeit awkwardly – the courtship between Donatello and Raphael. There was no need to hide their affection around him anymore, no reason to censor their words and the intent behind them.    Leo was not involved in the relationship apart from his seat on the sidelines.       That was all that mattered to him...and to Raphael.

   Michelangelo took Splinter's death the hardest. The first few days, he cried every night. Raphael and Donatello ended up having to sleep with him and keep him calm. Eventually, as the days grew colder, Leonardo joined them. It helped to have family they could cry with, as opposed to bottling up their emotions and dealing with them separately. Splinter would not have wanted that for his sons. Deep down, they all knew that.    Honestly though? They might have forgotten were it not for Casey and April's constant visitation. The two humans had covered the sewer head to toe with heaters and warm blankets, spent the night a couple of times (much to the chagrin of April's family in particular) and even bundled up with them to cry during the first few weeks. It was a bittersweet sort of reunion, one where April made sure to keep every happy memory of Hamato Yoshi alive.    Raphael only wished he knew what to do when she cried. It seemed only Casey and Donatello could reach her in those moments.

   The warmth of the living room made Raphael croon with joy. He gripped Donatello's hand tighter in his own and laid his head on his shoulder, ready to cuddle up beneath the heat-lamp before anything else was said and done. "Never gets old, does it?" he asked softly, more than thankful when he noticed he could no longer see his own breath hanging in the air.

Once the warmth settled in, Donnie gave a soft sigh of relief, but of course he didnt let go of the jacket yet. Sitting in the mess of pillows and blankets he rested himself against Raphael's open arms. 

The heaters unfreezing his toes and letting the tingling sensation of numbness dissappear. "I should bring more heaters..We cant just live in the living room for three months."

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“Jomei, this is the third time I have to do this–” said Madgie, walking over to where the mutant baby turtle was at inside the spaceship. The little baby boy kept on laughing, his body swaying side to side as he laid on his hard little shell. That was always fun to him; rocking on his shell, but it was quite dangerous for him to do so at this age.

His mother knelt down and carefully picked him back up to then seat his bottom on the metal floor. “I’m pretty sure you get this from your father”.

The doors of the craft open, Donatello walking through along with the twins. Rosie sat over his shoulders while Sawyer piggy backed his shell. They were talking to the Fugitoid, the person they owed their life’s to. “And your sure thats a Triceraton Ship?” Setting the girl’s down he continied talking with the robot.

The rest of the guys and April were training in the hologram room with the cryptics.

Ever since the black hole incident and Master Splinters death they were more then set on stopping the alien dino’s.

“The signals from that ship show pretty clear that it is” began the fugitoid, making a bleep bloop noise before examining the holographic screen once more, “though the ship is at least 3 astronomical units away, there’s no telling the ship will change course, so we will have to pick up the pace”.

“It sounds too far” Rosie mumbled, helping her mother out by taking Jomei in her arms instead.

“Indeed it is, my dear, but don’t fret! With enough fuel on our hands, we should be able to catch up to them in no time!”

“Ill tell Uncle Leo about the ship!” Running back out from the main salon the little girl bounced down the white halls. It was extraordinary how the children had taken the earth downfall. Even Neola and Mikey’s one year seem to have no effect to it. 

“About the suits for the Cryptics and Sawyer?” 

Despite Rosie being the half demon child, the filter that was in work for Sawyer’s helmet was troublesome. They didnt know what blood in outer space was, or if there were chemicals that could ressemble the scent. So far only the guys, Casey, April and Burnett had suits that were durable..

“Stop biting my hair–” said Rosie, trying to carefully pull Jomei’s mouth away from her short black hair.

“At this moment? Still in progress, but close to being finished for your daughter. I do wonder though–why are you and your youngest daughter able to control yourselves much more, miss Madgie?”

“Sawyer’s a different species than what I and my daughter are” she began, “it’s a bit of a disorder for her, temporary until I can find a way to help her out on controlling her craves. Though with her senses being much stronger than mine, it might take more time than usual.”

“I see, well to judge on the time to fix up her filter, I’d say it’ll take at least another day to finish the progress. We can be able to test them by tomorrow along with the others’ filters.

“I don’t play.” Lucy said, her tone serious as she looked him dead in the eyes. She then rolled her eyes, giving him a look, “I don’t go around letting others kiss me. There’s…something familiar about you that I can’t put my finger on. That’s why I didn’t attack you.”

The girl was still giving him a look, meaning that she was completely serious. The wind blew slightly, causing her hair to flutter away from her neck slightly, showing off a bit of her scar.

“Pardon but ive learn not to trust someone so easily..Listen just forget about it alright? Ill do the same. Its not important.” He didnt care about relationships nor was looking for one.

Donnie, you know how much this means to sensei.                        

                           Leo, i'm trying as hard as I can.

 Well, Try Harder!

                                     “TRY HARDER!?”

               I ALWAYS HAVE TO FIND THE SOLUTION!