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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Charlie was out of the elevator doors before they’d fully opened. Michelangelo had called her in the office and asked her to come up to the cafe right away. There were customers around and he hadn’t wanted to say what was wrong, but he’d sounded really worried.

Mike leaned across the counter and said in a low voice. “We have a lost kid over there,” he said, nodding to a couch. Charlie followed his gaze and saw the back of a child’s head above one of the couches. He looked like he was reading. “I didn’t want to say anything in case some weirdo heard me and decided to help himself to a free kid.”

“Good thinking, Mikey,” Charlie said, patting his strong forearm proudly. Mike’s eyes softened. He was glad she was here to handle it. Charlie always knew what to do.

Raphael set a tray of dirty mugs from the tables he’d cleared down on the counter next to her. He looked at the kid and shook his head. “Dat kid’s been here too long,” he grumbled. “Where’s his mom? Shouldn’t someone be lookin’ for him by now?”

“How long has he been there?” Charlie asked.

“Nearly an hour,” Raph grumbled as Mike put the mugs in the dishwasher behind the counter.

“You’re right, that is too long,” Charlie said, heading for the boy.

Raphael grabbed a rag and went to wipe off the tables. How old was that kid - ten? Splinter would never have left one of them alone for an hour when they were ten. If Charlie couldn’t get this figured out pretty fast, he was going to call social services. He sighed and lifted up a flower vase from the centre of the nearest bistro table to wipe underneath it. Maybe the kid had wandered away from an elderly grandparent.

“Fuck you, bitch!” the kid spat at Charlie. Raphael’s head whipped around in time to catch Charlie’s look of complete shock at the boy’s language.

“Hey!” Raphael said, crossing the cafe in a few big strides. The place was pretty empty, so he hopped over the back of the couch and sat down next to the boy. “That ain’t the kind of language you talk to her with,” he said, firmly. “Or anyone else for dat matter.”

Mike appeared next to Charlie and put his hand on her shoulder. Her shock had faded quickly and now she looked pretty mad. “I asked him if he was lost and he said he wasn’t, so I asked him where his mother or father was and he snapped at me,” she said, not taking her eyes from him.

“Where’s yer mom, kid?” Raphael demanded. The kid’s dark brown eyes burned hard into Raphael’s and he clutched the comic book he’d been reading.

“Where’s yours?” the kid countered, rudely. Rahpael’s eyebrow went up slightly. This kid was a real piece of goods.

“Dead,” Raph said, simply. “Now tell me yer name and where yer parents are or I’ll call the cops.”

“Miguel,” the boy said, not taking his eyes from Raphael’s. The red turtle couldn’t believe it; the kid was seriously trying to stare him down. Granted, he wasn’t as scary as he usually was in his ninja gear and weapons, but he still towered above the boy.

“Where’s yer mom?” Raphael asked again. “Is she in the store?”

“No,” the boy said.

Raphael looked at Michelangelo and spoke in Japanese, “Call a social worker.” Mike went behind the counter and picked up the phone. Charlie sat down on the couch opposite the boy.

“What do you want?” the boy yelled at Charlie.

“Hey!” Raphael snapped. If the boy had been his own, he would have whacked the back of his head. “She’s a nice lady and ya don’t talk ta her like dat. Now say yer sorry.”

“Sorry!” the boy said, sarcastically.

“I’m on hold,” Mike sighed from behind the counter. Raphael sighed too. Unfortunately, there were a lot of lousy parents in the city.

“I’m Raphael,” the red turtle said. “Did you have any lunch?” The boy’s stomach rumbled in response and he finally looked away and stared at his shoes. “Come on,” Raph said, standing. “I’ll let ya sit in the big chairs at the bar while I make ya a sandwich.”

“Come on, little dude,” Mike called, still on hold. “Raph makes a mean sandwich. He won’t put any gross stuff in it either.” The boy smiled eagerly, hopped up, and ran over to Mike.

“He’s half-starved, Charlie,” Raphael said, sadly. “He’s like a little animal because he’s hungry. I’m sure he didn’t mean ta be rude ta ya. Wait until you see him after he’s eaten.”

Charlie smiled a funny smile and stood up. “You’re a good man, Raphael,” she said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Call me when something happens. You guys are doing just fine without me.”

“What’d you get the kiss for?” Mike asked a few minutes later as Miguel scarfed down his ham sandwich like he hadn’t eaten in a week.

“I dunno,” Raphael said, honestly. “Somethin’s different with her this past week. She’s more touchy-feely or somethin’... you jealous?”

“No!” Mike said, a little too fast. He sighed and leaned down against the counter next to his brother. He wanted to punch something. “Yeah,” he said, looking ashamed. “I am jealous, bro, but not of you.”

“She’s Donnie’s girl, Mike,” Raphael said, quietly.

“I know,” Mike sighed. “I’d never... y’know... I’d never fuck anything up.”

“I know you won’t, bro,” Raphael said, squeezing his younger brother’s shoulder. “I know my advice will sound sucky just now, but here it is anyway: you will meet the right girl someday and when you do, you’ll never think the things you’re thinkin’ about Charlie again.”

Mike was on hold for an hour before the elevator doors slid open and a young, Hispanic woman marched angrily through the cafe with Charlie on her heels. The woman was very pretty, but she had a hard look on her face that made her look older than she was. Her hair was long and curly and she had it tied back in a high pony tail. Her jeans were a little too tight and she had high heels on. Her little jacket didn’t do much to cover her large, round breasts that stretched out her pink tank top.

“Miguel! I told you to stay with Mrs. Loman. Now get your butt on this elevator!” Charlie looked over at Raph and shrugged. The woman had just barged into the store and had started shouting for the boy.

Miguel had spent most of the afternoon reading his comic book on the couch, and had been just about ready to have a much-needed nap when his mother called. He jumped up and headed straight to her like a well-trained dog. He looked exhausted. Something inside Raphael snapped.

“Hey!” he said, hopping over the counter. He walked quickly to the back of the cafe where the woman was waiting for the elevator to come back up. “Where have you been all afternoon? Why haven’t you been watching your kid?”

The woman responded in Spanish, smiled, then looked away.

“Oh no you don’t.” Raphael said, also in Spanish. “Don’t pretend you don’t speak English. I know your game. Where have you been all day. Your kid’s been here alone!”

Mike met Charlie’s eyes and he shrugged. He didn’t know that Raph spoke Spanish, but it didn’t surprise him somehow. Raphael got around.

“I was at work, you dick!” The woman spat. “It’s not my fault it he won’t stay with his sitter.”

“It’s your fault that you picked a bad babysitter!” Raphael countered. “Don’t let me see your kid wandering around again or I’ll call social services and have him put with someone who will look after him properly.”

“Fuck you!” the woman screamed, suddenly going ballistic.

“What are they saying?” Charlie asked.

“I dunno,” Mike said. “I think he’s just told her what he thinks of her parenting skills.”

Charlie and Mike watched the woman scream at Raph from their place behind the counter. She was having an absolute shit fit and Raphael was matching her as he shouted right back. Charlie wished she spoke Spanish.

“Don’t you tell me I’m a bad mother!”

“Oh really? Who looked after your kid all afternoon?”

“You stay the fuck away from us, asshole. Don’t you fucking tell me how to raise my fucking kid!”

“Did you know that your son uses that kind of language? You’re a great role model.”

The elevator door opened and the woman grabbed Miguel and stepped in, flipping Raphael off as she pressed the button to shut the door.

Raphael snorted and gave her the finger right back as they swooshed closed.
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