|Bros and Boneheads
Author: Hannio PM
Casey has messed up big time! How is he meant to go back to the lair and tell the others he's managed to lose their brother to the enemy? Time to solve things Casey Jones style!Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Casey Jones & Raphael - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,218 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 10-01-12 - Published: 03-17-11 - id: 6831948
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Bros and Boneheads
Disclaimer – None of the characters mentioned in the below chapter belong to me in any shape or form, I am merely using them for my own entertainment.
Author Note – I've been wanting to write this chapter for ages simply because I love the thought of protective brothers going postal at Casey! So enjoy!
Casey wasn't sure how long he had been slumped against the cold, slightly slimy, brick wall behind him. His thoughts felt fuzzy in his head, each time he tried to focus on one it would melt away, his vision was still blurry causing everything to take on an almost dreamy quality. He knew he should have been cold, he should have been forcing his body to move but at that time sitting seemed like a good idea.
What he really wanted to do was to close his eyes for a short time and rest but he didn't dare, he had been lectured enough by both April and Donatello that if he ever suspected he had a concussion then he had to keep awake, falling asleep would be the worst thing he could do and if there was one thing Casey was sure of at that moment it was the fact it had an almighty concussion.
Not that that was the only thing keeping him in a state of awareness. He was conscious of the fact that Raphael's brothers were coming. Brothers who would be full of anger and questions, questions that Casey had to be prepared for and ready to answer because it wouldn't have surprised him if one of them floored him if they were displeased with his answer. He had to defend his actions though, make them see that however shit he felt and however much he blamed himself it wasn't actually completely his fault.
Raphael had to take some responsibility for his actions. Casey felt his stomach churned as he thought about his best friend. God he hoped he was ok wherever they had taken him.
He must have drifted out of consciousness because the next thing he was aware of was his body being jerked to his feet by his t-shirt before being slammed back against the wall, the air escaping his lungs in a whoosh as his eyes opened, his gaze focusing on Michelangelo who was the only thing keeping Casey on his feet. He met the cold blue eyes as they raked over him, lingering briefly on his injuries in a way that made his squirm.
Casey breathed in, forcing himself to his full height, his own eyes narrowing into a glare as he spoke, pleased that his voice sounded relatively normal.
"You got a problem Mike?" he demanded, reaching up and smacking Michelangelo's hand off of him, he stumbled back slightly, knowing they caught the movement but he ignored it. It didn't take a blind man to see he was injured. He kept his gaze focused on Michelangelo. The youngest turtle was easier to confront then his two older brothers. Casey was no coward, far from it but neither was he suicidal.
"Do I have a problem?" Michelangelo repeated, looking behind him at Donatello and Leonardo as though he needed confirmation that he had heard Casey correctly.
"That's what I said" Casey answered, adrenaline coursing through his body lending him the strength he needed. Now this was a feeling he was more then used to. He stumbled back again as Michelangelo gave him a sharp, rough push, his eyes looking almost dark in the poor light surrounding them, his face thrown into shadows making the similarities he shared with Raphael become more pronounced.
"Yeah Case, I have a problem. In case it hasn't penetrated your thick skull yet Raph have been captured by the enemy and what do you know the reason he has been captured is because of you. This would make it number five now isn't it"
Casey stared at the younger turtle wondering when the last time he had seen the younger turtle so riled up was. Normally he found life amusing, preferring to leave all the stressing and problems to his brothers to deal with. It was pretty clear though that this situation wasn't one of those occasions, this was one of the time he wanted to deal with the problem him self.
Casey felt almost disconnected from him self, as though he was watching from afar, he watched as his mouth opened, wincing at the words which spilled out like verbal vomit. If he could have kicked himself at that moment then he would have. The situation wasn't helping anyone, it was only making it worse and yet he couldn't stop himself. It was what he always did when he felt threatened, trash talk them until they got so angry that they lost focus and attacked.
"Yeah well you know what Mike this wasn't exactly planned, I didn't ask Raph to pull one of his heroic acts I-"
His voice trailed off as an angry, almost inhuman hiss emerged from Michelangelo's mouth.
"Are you saying this is Raph's fault? That its his fault that he was captured saving your stupid life? If you hadn't barged into our home today then none of this would ever have happened" he stated furiously, his voice becoming louder with each word causing Casey to wince as a sharp throb of pain in his head caused his vision to blacken for a split second.
"Mike, leave this to me"
Casey dragged his gaze from Michelangelo as the younger turtle backed down with a enraged sounding huff, stepping back to allow Donatello to take his place in front of Casey.
Casey watched him cautiously. Donatello had always been an unknown factor to Casey, he got the other three to a certain level but he never got Donatello. They had nothing in common with each other, other then April and Raphael. Any conversation they did end up having was short and to the point, leaving both of them feeling uncomfortable and thankful that it was over.
There was one thing that Casey had learnt about Donatello though and that was the fact he was extremely fond of Raphael, the two of them got on extremely well, rarely fighting or arguing with each other. In fact just like Michelangelo, Casey couldn't remember the last time he had seen Donatello lose his cool. Somehow though he thought he would experience it today.
"What do you remember of the incident?" Donatello asked, his voice expressionless, his gaze unmoving from his face "Where do you think they have taken him?"
"I don't remember everything" Casey said running a hand through his head, biting back a groan at the pain the action caused "It was the Purple Dragons, we were fighting, then they took me down and put a knife against my throat" he lightly reached up and touched his neck, remember the feel of the steel there "They made Raph drop his sais saying they'd kill me if he didn't. I told him not to but he told me to shut up. Then they tied him up and knocked him out. They knocked me out once he was in the van. Next thing I remember is lying on the floor feeling like shit, that's when I called you"
Donatello stared at him for a moment longer before twisting away to face his brother. The movement final as though he was indicating that he was done with Casey for the time being.
"Purple Dragons head quarters" Donatello stated blandly to them "That's where they would have taken him"
"You can get us in though right?" Michelangelo demanded. Donatello glanced at him, raising an eyebrow as he nodded.
"Does Master Splinter eat cake?" he said with the glimmer of a smile "I can definitely get us in, its what happens when we're in that's the problem"
"Nope that's the easy part, once we're in, we find Raphie boy and make the Purple Dragons wish they had never been born" Michelangelo answered cracking his knuckles together, his grin looking almost savage.
"I'm coming as well, you ain't leaving me behind" Casey said loudly attracting their attention to him "I'm the reason they got him in the first place so I'm sure as hell going to get him out"
"With that injury?" Donatello said dismissively "You'll just get in our way, you should-"
"Let him come" Leonardo stated quietly cutting across Donatello. "Donnie, you and Mike go and grab everything you think we may need for this. We'll meet you on the roof on the building opposite their head quarters."
"If that's what you want Leo" Donatello replied, his eyes flickering between Leonardo and Casey.
"It is" Leonardo answered calmly. "We don't have much time" Both Donatello and Michelangelo nodded, sharing a quick look before they disappeared into the shadows as though they had never been there. It didn't matter how many times Casey saw them do it; the sight of it still impressed him.
He turned his attention to Leonardo waiting to see what would happen. Instead Leonardo remained silent merely looking at him.
"Look Leo I-"he began awkwardly.
"Save it, we've a job to do" Leonardo remarked, he turned taking a step away before stopping, twisting his head to the side and looking at Casey out of the corner of his eye, he spoke, his voice sounding loud in the silence. "Oh and Casey?"
"Yes Leo?" Casey replied, his heart rate accelerating at the deadly tone that came to Leonardo's voice.
"If they've hurt him in anyway then I promise you, whatever has happened to you in the past will seem like a picnic by the time I've finished with you"
Casey stood frozen to the spot for a moment before he let out his breath.
"Yeah well you know what Leo; if anything has happened to him because of me then I may even let you"
"Good, just as long as we understand each other Casey."
Casey nodded his head slowly as he began to follow Leonardo, ignoring the way pain in his head. He pushed the pain and any misgivings he may have had to the back of his mind.
He had a job to do and one way or another he was going to get his best friend out of whatever hell hole they had him in.
Regardless of the cost to himself.
Author Note – I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please review but no flames.