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A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and who made this one a fav! Yay! You all make my day! I had some requests to see the results of Don and Leo's night…and here it is. I hope you like it!

The Morning After…

Ehhh! Ehhh! Ehhh!

Leonardo gasped and swung at the darkness above him. He spun, wrapping himself in the sheets and falling off the bed before he recognized the sound as an alarm clock. He grabbed the device off the nightstand, struggling for a moment before his fingernail found the switch. Silence fell around him.

"Ugh…" he jammed the heels of his hands against his temples, trying to thwart the pounding. He squinted at the red numbers and frowned.

6:15.

Six? Six? It should have been set to five.

"You're not mine," he said, huskily, turning the clock over in his hands. He looked up, surprised to find himself sitting on Donatello's floor. "Neither are you," he said to the dresser.

He rolled to his feet, swaying slightly as he made his way to the door. He stuck his head out into the hall. Sure enough, there he was, standing between Raph and Mikey's rooms. He looked right, to the inviting darkness of his own room…

But he had to get something to stop the throbbing first. He dropped his head, thinking of the distance to the kitchen.

Hand over hand, he worked his way along the wall and eased down the stairs, relying heavily upon the squeaky banister. Heel, toe, heel, toe across the quiet living room and into the black kitchen. His fingers traced over the cool top of the table…and he vaguely recalled sitting there the night before. He opened the junk drawer and shuffled through its random contents.

"Advil…where are you?"

The light flicked on. "Ah!" He fell back from it, hitting his tail as he slammed against the oven.

"Lookin' fer dis?" a rough voice said. The Advil bottle skittered to a stop at the end of the table. Leo peeked between his arms.

"Raph?" he whispered. "You should be sleeping."

"An' miss dis? Not on yer life, bro. Hey, look up." A flash blinded him. "Heh-heh. Perfect. If only we had Facebook."

Leo jammed his thumbs into his eyes. "Are you trying to burn my retinas out of my skull?"

"Nah. But I didn' think ta grab the video camera las' nigh'. Opportunities like dis don' come every day, righ'?" Leo glowered at him and Raph's face softened. "How ya feelin'?"

"Like the situation got away from me last night." He rose with as much dignity he could muster and shook two tablets onto his palm.

"Ya think?" Raph chuckled as he swallowed them dry. Leo frowned at him. "Does the phrase, 'vodka makes you smile' ring any bells?"

"Should it?"

"Nope," Raph's grin deepened. Oh, great. It should. A twist of guilt wound through the older brother. He looked around and filled the tea kettle just to busy himself. He sighed when Raph scraped a chair from the table and sat.

"So, Fearless can't hold his liquor. Don't feel bad. Neither can the Brainiac."

"Is he okay?"

"Sawin' logs in his lab."

Leo nodded, slowly. "Know how I ended up in his room?"

Raph shrugged, happily. "Nah. Mikey took care of ya. I got Don." He braced his heel on the chair's seat and linked his fingers around his knee. "Speakin' of which, ya wanna tell me what happened las' nigh'?"

Leo glanced to him, surprised to see his face concerned. He looked away, heat rising up his neck and flooding his cheeks. "We, uh, found your alcohol under the cupboard."

"Right, and then," Raph rolled his hand, "Why'd ya drink it?"

"I guess," Leo said slowly, his eyes curving with a smile, "I wanted to teach you a lesson…"

"Friggin' knew it!" Raph scoffed.

"…in responsibility."

"By drinkin' yerself stupid?"

The leader pulled a chair out as well, settling himself across from his brother. "Well, that reasoning came about the time the situation got out of hand."

"'Round shot two?"

Leo glared. "I can't believe you were hiding alcohol in the kitchen. And not very well, I might add. Part of me wanted you to see the effects of what that stuff does to you and…"

"That's the dumbest thing I eva heard."

"Maybe…and the other part just wanted to see what those effects actually were." He shrugged, sheepish. "I just didn't want to be the mother-hen for once, you know?"

Raph studied him for a long moment. He leaned back, shaking his head. "Jes so's ya know, it wasn' mine. I was stashin' it in the cupboard so Casey wouldn' see if he dropped by."

Leo's eyes went blank. "His birthday?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He dropped his face into his palms. "Crud."

Raphael linked his fingers behind his head. "Aw, well, ya needed ta get knocked down a peg or two again." He frowned as Leo lowered his eyes to the table, embarrassment creeping into his face. "An' I forgive ya for thinkin' I had a poorly concealed drinkin' problem."

A smile twitched the older turtle's mouth.

There was a crash outside and Mikey appeared, stopping as he caught sight of them. "Hey, you're up! Where's the coffee pot? Sink!" He lunged for it just as Donatello slunk in behind him.

"Well, g'mornin', Sunshine," Raph said merrily.

Leo gave him a tentative smile. "You have lightning bolts coming out of the cloud above your head, Donnie."

He glared at Raph, then at Leo. His eye was red and puffy and a large welt was angled across his brow. "I have the worst taste in my mouth…" He sat down, heavily, and cupped his hands around thin air. "What is missing from this picture, Mike?" His voice was low and dangerous.

"Three minutes, Donnie!" Mikey said as he poured water into the machine.

Raph slid the Advil towards his fuming brother. "Here, this'll hold ya over." Donnie kept his eyes on the table as he mechanically unscrewed the top. "Yikes. Yer a lot more fun when yer hammered, Don."

Light brown irises snapped to him. "I will break you."

They slid their chairs from the table.

"Brew, darn you!" Mikey hissed to the coffee-maker, spinning a mug in his hands.

Leo stood. "Well, I'm going to go shower away the shame of last night. Feel better, Donnie."

"If I had caffeine in my system, Leo, so help me…"

He raised his hands, placidly. "Sorry." He paused at the door. "I'm not going to find a tiger in the bathroom, am I?"

Mikey laughed. "Please, Leo. Your wild, drunken plans for the night involved Team Jacob, okay? You only wish you could find a tiger in the bathroom." Leo frowned at him, bemused.

"Don't you have coffee to make, Chuckles?"

Raph flicked Donnie's temple, hard. "Hey, enough with the 'tude, all righ'?"

"Watch out for the drawer from Donnie's desk though," Mikey continued. "It's still drying out."

"The what from my what now?"

Leo shook his head. "I'm so glad you didn't think of the camera, Raph." He disappeared.

Mikey set the cup down before the inventor. "Here ya go, Don. Fresh out of -"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO FATHER'S CHAIR!"

Raph and Mike exchanged glances before racing towards the living room. "Leo, I forgot!"

"It wasn't us! That is all you, dude!"

Donatello thunked his throbbing head off the table, his finger curled about the grip of his mug. "If I lose the attitude, can I ask for INDOOR VOICES, MAYBE!"

The tea kettle began to whistle, shrilly. He lifted his eyes, wincing against the sound. "For real?"

* Thanks again to everyone! I hope this is kinda what you were looking for in the morning after. I giggled! I don't see Donnie as being a morning person anyway, then adding a hangover…hee hee! Please let me know whatcha think, this is my first Part Two!