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[Don is feeling a little claustrophobic today. The number of vehicles he has stashed in his workroom has increased to five over the past week, and he's running out of room to build more. He'd been hoping that the wet, overcast weather would break so he could take his work outside, but that didn't exactly pan out. It is sunny today, but it's also unseasonably cold.]

[Determined to continue his work anyway, Don has shoved all the furniture out of the way and set up camp in the living room, surrounded by a mass of lightweight canvas and metal struts. Hang-glider Number Four is now Under Construction.]

[It's been quite some time since he asked a general question over the journals, so he decides to do so now. Companionable conversation is just what he needs to make the repetitive work go faster.]

If you had access to Shifting technology, and could change something about the world - what would you do? How long would you make it last?

[He also has some things he wants to talk about with Mike and Master Splinter - separately, that is. If they don't stop by while he's working, he'll be looking for them later.]

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Buffy is going after him. I told her we wouldn't interfere.

Oh, ain't that nice. So you think we're just gonna sit around and do nothing!?

Are you listening, Raph? Derek is a vampire. Buffy is a vampire hunter. It's not our fight.

Not our fight!? [He stalks off a few steps closer to the door, but stops and reels around again, that familiar fire burning in his stomach.] Not our fight!? What the hell are you talkin' about "Not our fight"!?

[He points at Don with the tip of his sai, all the anger, frustration, betrayal, hatred he's been feeling toward his brother lately manifested in that one small gesture.] You weren't there. You ain't one to talk! He told me to kill him if this happened, and screw you! I made a promise.

[Don balls his fists, but doesn't make any other move.] Buffy promised to kill him too, but she isn't going to! She has another plan! Don't interfere!

How the fuck can I not interfere!? He's family, Don. Remember what that means!? Family!? Or maybe you forgot.

You're family, Raph. I'm not going to let you go out there and get yourself infected!

[At this point? He doesn't care. If fear of injury or death ever stopped him before, he'd never do a thing. This is what happens when a person has no sense of self-preservation.

He leaves, slamming the door behind him so hard it bounces off the frame and the latch splinters off the door, making it swing open again to the chill spring twilight.]

[Nice. He'll have to fix that later.]

Raph! [Getting ahead of you is easy. Stopping you is harder. He'll block your way with his bo, but it's not like you can't just go around.] Listen to me!

[Why go around when he can go through? He's like a charging bull, shoving past Don and his bo with nothing but sheer strength.]

"Fuck off!"

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[Don spins with the shove, putting the centripedal force into his bo and smacking it hard against Raph's shell.]

No!

[Raph spins around, sai at the ready and a dangerous look in his eyes.

Then, he lowers his sai, lets his shoulders drop, and turns the blade in so the pommel is outward. Three steps, and it's prodding into Don's plastron. The anger in his eyes only deepens.

The corner of his mouth twists into a sneer.]

Well ain't that too damn bad for you. 'Cause I can't hear anybody's opinion right now.

[His eyes narrow into a withering glare.] Guess you'll just have to respect that.

[He feels the blade plunge into his heart.]

Is that what this is about?

NO! [He screams it in Don's face, shoving him with all his strength.] Here's a newsflash, Donnie-boy: Not every freakin' thing is about you! The world don't revolve around you and your little boyfriend!

[He spits the word "boyfriend" like it tastes bad.]

Or did you just forget?

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[He stumbles backwards, only saving himself from falling by jamming his bo into the ground.]

Then what are you angry at?!

Everything! Shell, Don! What don't I got to be angry at!?

[So maybe this is partly about you. Not you and Robert, just you, mixing with the fear and pain and sadness and frustration and hate for what's happening to Derek, for not being able to do a goddamn thing. That man treated them like a father, took them in, did everything in his power to help them. And what does he do? He fucking screws up everything. He sits on his ass and lets someone else do the dirty work when Derek needs them most. That's not how it's supposed to happen.]

Fujiko seems like - a nice girl.

[She seems kind of scary, actually. But he supposes you're into that.]

Don't bring her into this! This ain't got nothin' to do with her!

Fine. [He puts his bo away and takes a step back.] When she asks where you are, I'll tell her you'll be back in a week.

No. Don't you start pullin' that crud on me like you know her. You don't know shit!

[A slightly accusatory tone, tinged with sadness.] No. I don't.

[He angrily shakes his head, then starts storming off in the direction he was headed before.]

I'm not talkin' about this now. If you're not gonna help, go home!

[A pause, by the end of which Raph may or may not still be close enough to hear him.]

I'll do that. I have a tricorder to fix.

[He hears it, but it doesn't stop him. He just keeps trudging without looking back. He has to find Derek. He won't stop until he does.]

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