Intervention
ao3
Summary: The turtles are worried about Casey Jr's recent behavior.
A short fic based off of somerandomdudelmao’s Cass Apocalyptic series
Casey Jr!” Mikey yelled. It was a type of shout heard on long car rides when a cow was spotted. Casey froze, his hand hovering over the door knob.
“Hi?” Casey asked. He turned around to face Mikey. Then he immediately regretted doing so. It wasn’t only Mikey that was there. Donnie and Leo had appeared quietly, flanking either side of Casey. It reminded him of that dinosaur movie they watched together to have him “better understand pop-culture”.
“Well um,” Casey turned around “I’ve gotta go-” he tried to make a break for it only to be met with the wall that is Raphael Hamato. Casey was surrounded.
“What, what is this, an intervention?” Casey joked. He was the only one who laughed.
“Precisely.” Donnie said. Casey’s eyes widened.
“We’re worried about you.” Raph said, hand on Casey’s shoulder. Reassuring, but also stopping Casey from bolting.
“Me?” Casey asked.
“Yes, you!” Leo exclaimed. “Who else would we be talking about?” He waved his arms around.
“…not me?” Raph’s brow furrowed.
“You haven’t been home at all.” Mikey said, officially opening the floodgates.
“We haven’t seen you eat.”
“You won’t talk to us.”
“Have you been sleeping at all?”
“You’re skittish.”
“And I know you’ve been stealing from my lab!” Donnie shouted.
“Also, you’ve been lying.” Leo finished. Casey rocked back and forth.
“Psh, me, lying?” Casey waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea.
“Does saying you have an uncle of all things ring any bells, Casey?” Leo asked, hands on his hips. Casey felt his heart sink.
“What Leo means to say is, we can help Casey, whatever it is that’s bothering you, us, April, Splinter, and…even Draxum.” Raphael explained, he squeezed Casey’s shoulder. Donnie rolled his eyes, but he didn’t scoff.
“Yeah!” Mikey exclaimed. “I can use my pizazz!” He said while finger gunning at Casey.
Casey couldn’t do this. What felt like an eternity to Casey looked like a blur to the others. He yanked himself out from under Raph’s hand, dodging Mikey trying to grab him.
“No!” Casey shouted. “No, you can’t help!”
“Yes we can!” Leo shouted back and God the way he tilted forward, arms opened wide, a determined look on his face. Casey choked back tears.
“You can’t bring them back!”
Everyone stilled.
“You look just like them.” Casey whispered. But that also wasn’t the full truth.
Sure Leo did what Uncle Tello called the mom stance but he didn’t do it with the same caring grin. Smile lines and crows’ feet missing from his face. Donnie rolled his eyes but it wasn’t the same playfulness. Mikey did finger guns but there wasn’t the same spark, literally and figuratively. And this Raph couldn’t hold him the same, they weren’t there yet. He wasn’t there yet with any of them, where an embracing hug was the default. They were so much alike but they were not the same turtles he knew. They were not his senseis.
All he wanted right now was a genuine Hamato hug. His Hamatos’ hugs. And Uncle Tello could do that. Uncle Tello was here. Uncle Tello was working towards a day where all of them could hug Casey again. Casey could do that. Casey could be here with them, his senseis.
“I can fix it.” Casey said. His hope poured out like a squashed oozesquito. Sad and beaten but still going.
“Huh?” Mikey said.
“Just you wait!” Casey exclaimed, running out of the lair, heels on fire.
“Casey, wait!” Leo started to go after him. One of Donnie’s mechanical limbs reached out and grabbed him.
“What would you even do?” Donnie asked. Leo didn’t know. He didn’t know. None of them know.
But Casey? Casey knew. Casey knew exactly what he was going to do. For once in his life he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to get it.
Casey Hamato knows.
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