The next morning, there was a knock at the door, then it opened. Don poked his head in. Raph had rolled over to face the far wall and Leo was slumped, asleep, in his chair.

"Leo?" Don asked. "Leo, wake up."

Leonardo began to stir and looked over at his brother, still half asleep. "What is it, Donnie?"

"For one thing, it's 7am," Donatello said, then added, "and you've been in here all night." They both glanced at Raphael. Don continued, "Besides, I think I finally found something."

Leo stood and joined Don, noting that he looked like he hadn't slept at all. "You are going to get some sleep soon, right, Donnie?"

"Yeah, I will, but I just have to show you what I found first," Don said, and the two headed for the lab. They went in. "I managed to find separate antidotes for the drugs used and, after a couple hours of playing with the amounts, I got the right mixture..."

Leo crossed his arms over his plastron. "But?"

"Well, the antidote drugs are beyond anything I have here. We'd have to get them from a hospital," Don said.

"We can work around that," Leo said.

"And we most likely wouldn't have a problem doing that, but..." Don said, then paused, "...I'm more worried any lasting effects or side effects. I don't know how well the separate antidotes will mix. Just trying this could dramatically alter more than just Raph's personality."

"So, basically, we have to pick the better option? Trying this mix or wait and see if he comes out of it," Leo prodded.

"Considering what you mentioned about how he seems to be fighting against it, I'd like to try and wait, but I don't have any definite outcomes here. For now, we just have to wait until he wakes up and..." Don said, but was interrupted by Mike running into the lab.

"There's noises comin' from Raph's car!" Mike said, then ran back out of the lab, with his brothers right behind him. They stopped in the door.

Raph was on the floor, with one hand on his head and the other holding himself up. He looked to his left and saw his brother watching. He groaned. "Damn, I'm never gonna hear the end-a this."

Michelangelo helped him up, after a bit of skepticism. "So... what happened?"

"Think I just fell off the bed," Raphael answered, then shook his head. "Feels like I smacked my head on somethin', though. Ugh..." He paused and finally noticed he was in his room. "A'right, how the hell'd I get back here?"

Don and Leo exchanged glances. "What?" Leo asked.

"Duh, Leo, when I stormed outta here last night. I went to Casey's and... uh--hmm," Raph said, then scratched his head," funny, that's all I remember..."

Leo became suspicious. "And you'll never hear the end of...?"

"Fallin' off the bed! Damn, Leo, you leave yer brain in bed or somethin'?" Raph snapped.

"Leo," Don said, starting to pull him away, "I wanna talk to you for a minute. They left the doorway.

"Mikey, why is he actin' so weird?" Raph asked.

Mike shrugged, not sure if he should tell him or not. "I dunno." Beat. "So... feel okay?"

Raph gave him a look that said he knew he was hiding something. "I'm fine, Mike, 'cept for you askin' if I'm okay. What's goin' on here?"

"Well..." Mike started, but promptly shut up, and gave him an apologetic look.

"Mike," Raph said, sternly. "You're keepin' somethin' from me." He walked over to Mike. "Spill it."

"I'm pretty sure this is a side effect. Hopefully, yesterday is the only thing he doesn't remember," Don said.

"Then should we tell him what happened?" Leo asked.

"He already knows."

Leo and Don turned to see that Raph and Mike had joined them.

"So, any side effects I should keep an eye out for, Donnie?" Raph asked, glaring at them, anger and sarcasm mixing in his voice. He crossed his arms over his plastron.

Splinter entered the lab. "What is going on?"

"Oh, just the usual: the morning turtles versus the non-morning turtles," Mike said, glancing at Raph.

"Shaddup," Raph snapped.

"Mike," Leo said.

"He should know, Leo," Don said.

"I know that, Donnie, but..." Leo began.

"Why do I gotta shut up?" Mike asked.

Raph rolled his eyes and turned to Splinter. "Master, little help here?"

Splinter motioned for Raph to follow him out of the lab, leaving the others to continue arguing.

"Raphael, are you feeling okay?" Splinter asked.

"I'm fine. Mike told me what happened," Raph said, sounding a little frustrated, then smirked. "Guess they got a little frustration to vent."

Splinter gave him a look. "Are you sure you feel well, my son?"

"Besides that everyone keeps askin' me that?" Raph said, then paused, and began again, his voice getting louder, "I was drugged with som'en and I don't remember what happened! No, I'm not all right!"

The outburst made the others come into the living room area.

"Donnie, I think you and I should go get the ingredients for the antidote," Leo suggested, looking at Raph.

"Good idea," Don agreed, and they left, going up the ladder.

"Raphael," Splinter said, sternly.

"Sorry, Sensei," Raph said, then sat heavily on the couch.

"Michelangelo, please keep your brother company," Splinter said.

"Wha-?" Raph tried to object, but Splinter had already left to go back to his subway car.

"Good one, Raphie," Mike teased, sitting next to him.

"Don't call me that," Raph said, galring at him. Mike shrugged. "Ya know what, Mikey?"

"What?" Mike asked, uneasily.

Raph grinned. "I've got a little revenge to dish out..." He stood. "You said I got jumped, so... don't wait up." He started for the ladder.

Mike jumped up and ran to cut him off. "Hang on, Raph! You can't go get those guys. You don't even know who they were!"

"Maybe not, but when has that stopped me?" Raph said, then pushed Mike out of the way, and started up the ladder.

"No, ya don't!" Mike said, then pulled him down.

Raph gave him a hard glare. "What're ya doin'?"

"I can't let you leave," Mike said, sounding worried.

"Oh, no?" Raph questioned, then gave Mike a shove and went up the ladder.

"Hey?" Mike complained. "Raph!" Beat. "Master!" He ran for Splinter's subway car.

"That's everything," Don said, after looking over his list.

"Good," Leo said. "I never want to do this again."

"Well, we can't exactly buy these supplies, Leo," Don said, then shrugged. "I don't like it either, but it's necessary and..." He pointed down the street. "What's going on over there?"

"Another street fight," Leo said. "We should check it out."

The two turtles ran down the street and joined the ensuing fight. They took down several guys, then finally bumped into the reason for the fight.

"Well, look who showed up!"

Leo spun around and came face to face with Raphael. "Raph..."

"Not now, Leo, we've still got guys movin' here," he said, then went back to fighting. Within minutes, the gang was completely laid out. He went to join the others again. "Fun, heh?"

Leonardo pointed his finger at Raph's plastron, poking him back a little. "You were supposed to stay home."

Don shook his head and muttered, "Not again."

"It's called revenge, Leo, ever hear-a it?" Raph said.

"Yes, I have heard of it, but that isn't the point. What if there had been more of these guys here, then what?" Leo said.

Raph rolled his eyes. "Oh, lay off it, Leo, nothin' went wrong."

"Famous last words," Leo said, crossing his arms.

"Uh, guys?" Don interjected. "Can we go home?"

"You two can, I ain't done yet. I wanna go an' thank Casey for that beer an'..." Raph said, then stopped suddenly, and raised a hand to his head. "The hell's the matter with me?"

"That's it. Now, you're coming home," Leo said, then grabbed Raph's arm.

Raph pushed him away. "Go away, Leo." He put both hands on his head. "Damn headache."

"Raph, please," Don said.

"Ugh, not you, too, Donnie," Raph said, still holding his head. "Can't you guys just..." He fell to his knees. "Gah, what the hell'd those assholes do to me?"

"Come on, Raph," Don said, kneeling next to him. "I'm sure all this stuff..." He held out the bag. "...Will help, and maybe get rid of the headache, too." He grinned.

Raph gave him a pained look. "Just the one in my head or Leo, too?"

Leo went over and helped Don get Raph to his feet. "You know what, I think Mike was right. You are gaining weight." He smirked at him.

Raph looked at him. "Mike said that? Mikey? Oh, he's gonna get it..."

"Later, Raph," Don said. "Now, let's just go home."

The three turtles entered their subway lair via the alternate tunnel entrance, with Don helping Raph--who kept complaining about everything--and Leo five steps in front of them.

Mike ran over to them. "You found him!" Beat. "Whoa, what happened?"

"Raph just thought he'd try and get himself killed. Nothing new," Leo said.

"I'm gonna deck you..." Raph said.

"Fellas, will you knock it off?" Don said, sounding annoyed. "We've still got business to take care of." He helped Raph into the lab, while Leo and Mike followed.

"This antidote of yours better not have any worse effects, Donnie," Raph warned.

Don glared at him, momentarily, then went to work. "I shouldn't have to work under these conditions."

Raph raised an eye ridge. "I was just sayin', geez..."

Don began mixing the ingredients and soon had a rather disgusting looking concoction. He handed a glass of it to Raph. "That's it."

Raph eyed the contents of the glass suspiciously. "I don't know which looks worse: this or anythin' you attempt to cook." He eyed it again, then shrugged and downed the glassful, while the others stared. He put the glass down. "An' stop starin' at me, you're freakin' me out!"

"Donnie, how do we know if it works?" Leo asked.

"How do I know if it works?" Raph asked.

"You two are worse than children, you know that," Don commented.

"Yeah? Well, I..." Raph began, then stopped. "Ya know what, I think it's doin' som'en..."

"Hey, guys, he's wakin' up!" Mike called out.

Raph cracked his eyes open and groaned. "Better be the last time I wake up with a headache."

"Maybe you should consider giving up alcohol, then," Leo said.

"Leonardo," Splinter said, sternly, joining them around the couch. He turned to Raph. "How are you feeling, Raphael?"

"'Side from the headache, pretty good," Raph replied.

"Good," Don said, then sighed. "You had me worried I messed up the antidote when you passed out."

Mike grinned at him. "That was kinda like cooking, Donnie."

"Michelangelo," Splinter said, again sternly. He paused, "I believe the three of you should go practice."

"Yes, Sensei," Leo agreed, then dragged Mike and Don along with him.

Splinter turned back to Raph. "There is something troubling you, Raphael."

Raph's eyes went wide. "Yeah, kinda." He paused, then pushed himself upright. He glanced towards their make-shift dojo. "Last few days have been such a blur, but I remember how... detached... I was. And then I remembered the fight me an' Leo had before all this happened. It was like there were two of me, but one was the complete opposite." He shook his head. "Made me think, though..." Beat. "Nah, I couldn't do it."

Splinter gave him a reassuring smile. "Enlighten me."

"Well," Raph started, "maybe I oughtta take this as some kinda sign. Maybe I oughtta try an' readjust my attitude." Beat. "or maybe this is just a side effect of Donnie's concoction an' I'm just ramblin'. What do you think, Master?'

"I believe that is admirable, except you should not be what you are not, not for your brothers or myself," Splinter replied.

Raph sighed. "Maybe I oughtta think about this some more." He stood--carefully--and made his way to his subway car.

Splinter went to the dojo and joined Don. He was watching Leo and Mike, while waiting for his turn.

"Is Raph okay, Master?" Don inquired.

"Yes, Donatello, Raphael is okay," Splinter answered. "Please let your brothers know. If you should need me, I will be in my room."

"Okay," Don replied with a nod, then watched Splinter retreat to his room. He turned back to his sparring brothers. They hadn't even seen Splinter. He thought for a moment, then turned, stowed his bo, and left the dojo, headed towards Raph's car, seeing he was no longer on the couch. He knocked on the closed door. "Raph?"

A few seconds passed and the door opened, slightly. "What?" He glared at him through the crack in the door.

Don sighed. "Let me in, will you?"

"Fine," Raph said, then gave the door a shove.

"Thanks," Don said, then rolled his eyes. "Listen, I just wanted to make sure you're okay and that I didn't mess things up any worse, then I'll get out of here and let you brood in peace."

Raph leaned against the wall with a soft *thud* and narrowed his eyes. "So, that's what ya think, huh?"

Don nodded. "You always do that. I just figured I'd make it easier for you." He shrugged, then watched his brother's expression soften as he turned his gaze to the floor. "Did I say something wrong?"

Raph's head snapped up. "No!" He paused, then said, quieter, "No." He paused again and sighed. "I finally remembered the last few days and my little attitude adjustment." He crossed his arms over his plastron. "Yes, Donnie, I finally realized that I really can be an asshole sometimes." Beat. "Okay, most of the time. I've been thinking about, ya know, toning it down a little. Whaddaya think?"

Don gave him a thoughtful look. "Admirable, but really, Raph, just be yourself." Beat. "Of course, you could... umm, maybe try to think a little more before you act."

Raph laughed, surprising Don. "Got the same reply from Splinter. Geez, I can't wait to find out Leo's reaction." He shook his head, then saw Don pointing out the door. "Tell me he ain't..." He turned. "A'right, how long've you two been there?"

"Long enough," Leo answered, then entered, with Mike right behind him. "Raph, do whatever it is you want to, if you think you need to better yourself. No matter what, though, we're still here for you."

"That's right," Mike agreed, then added, "as long as we don't hafta carry you anywhere anymore."

Raph rolled his eyes, then sighed. "Thanks guys." He paused. "So... any of you guys wanna help me figure out exactly what happened to me?"

"Alright, Casey, where are they?" Leo asked.

"I told ya, I saw a few of those punks go into that warehouse," Casey said.

"It's always a warehouse! Can't they think of something original?" Mike said.

"Whaddaya want, Mikey, find 'em in penthouses or condos? Yeesh," Raph said, and Mike shrugged.

"Hey, guys, there's a few of them now, along with..." Don began.

"Foot," Raph finished, fingering his sai.

"Time to bust some skulls," Casey said.

"Hold on a minute you two," Leo said, earning glares from them. "Hear me out. I've got an idea that I'm sure you two will like."

"Well, we're listenin', Leo," Raph said.

"You and Casey go in first. Make them think you're alone, then we come in after a few minutes," Leo explained.

Raph smirked. "Now, you're talkin'."

"Damn, Leo, you ain't that bad after all," Casey commented.

"Wouldn't go that far. C'mon," Raph said, then pulled Casey away from the group. They crossed the vacant street and happened upon three sentries.

Casey swung at one with his baseball bat, knocking him out. "Double play."

"C'mon, boys, it's playtime," Raph said, beckoning the other two. One charged, and Raph flipped him over. "Not watchin' enough wrestling, pal." The other one charged, seeing an opportunity of distraction. Raph side-stepped and smacked the guy in the back of head with the blunt end of one sai. "These guys're idiots." They went inside. "Nice place they got here."

"One place that Martha Stewart couldn't do somethin' for," Casey agreed.

Flood lights came on, and they found themselves surrounded and outnumbered by about 20-1.

Raph scanned the groups, looking for someone resembling a leader. "A'right, who's in charge here?"

The answer came in the form of a familiar grunt. A few members parted and allowed Tatsu to step through.

"Shoulda known," Raph said, then spun both sai. "Still no personality? Whatta shame." He smirked.

Tatsu gave the attack signal, and a full-blown fight broke out.

Moments later, the doors opened again. "Are we late for the party?" Mike called out, as he and the others joined the fight.

Tatsu stood back and watched the fight. He soon felt a harsh tap on his shoulder, and turned.

Raph stood there, pointing a sai at Tatsu's chest. "Thoughtcha were funny, huh? Trying to kill me? I didn't think it was awfully funny. Ya know what it did? It pissed me off."

Tatsu stood his ground and just glared at the angry turtle in front of him.

Raph moved closer. "I oughtta just run ya through and be done with ya."

The remaining Foot began to thin out. Mike had a chance to take a little breather and spotted Raph playing with Tatsu. He smiled, then noticed a lone Foot standing in the shadows, a little too close to Raph, holding something rather shiny. "Raph! Behind you!" he called out.

Raph spun and caught the Foot's sword between the prongs of the sai, momentarily forgetting Tatsu.

Tatsu pulled out a hidden dagger and advanced quickly.

Mike sprinted and went for a tackle on Tatsu. The Foot had just been unarmed, and Raph turned towards the commotion. Mike had just made contact with Tatsu, causing him to fall over and make a sloppy gash on Raph's arm, before hitting the floor.

Raph whipped out his other sai as Tatsu stood and quickly moved for the door. Not feeling like chasing him, Raph threw the sai, hitting right between the shoulder blades. He dropped in a heap. Raph walked over to retrieve his sai. "Never take your eyes off an enemy." He picked up the sai and turned to see the others join Mike. He looked at the gash on his arm and frowned. "Oughtta listen to myself sometime." He joined everyone else. "Mikey," he paused giving his brother a half grin, "thanks, bro."

"Awe," Mike said, "it was nothin'."

"Ugh, you're makin' me sick, here," Casey commented, looking disgusted.

"On that thought," Don began, then moved towards Raph, pulling out a cloth, "ought to get that little battle wound wrapped." He held out the cloth for Raph to take.

Raph eyed it with an odd look, then offered Don the injured arm, and his brother returned with a surprised look. Raph shrugged. "It's a start, ain't it?"