AN: Well, here I am again, obsessing over a new show. First it was DBZ, now TMNT! When will it ever end! Lol.

Anyway, I'm doing a short TMNT fic based on the 2007 movie and 2003 series. I never watched it when it first came out, but this summer I've started totally getting into it. I've already seen all the original episodes, and now I'm on the Fast Forward series. Next will be the Back to the Sewers season. I'm easily pleased when it comes to cartoons, so I don't care if they screwed up any of the original story, it's still a good show! The turtles' characters are the best! Raphael and Donatello happen to be my favorite, but Leo is really beginning to grow on me as well. Mikey is cool and all, but there are times where I just wanna knock him up-side the head, ya know what I mean? XD

So, here is my 4 chapter fic inspired by our favorite butt-kicking mutant turtles, done in 4 points of view involving the same situation. ENJOY!

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POV 1: Donatello

It started out like every other morning really. I was studying how electron clouds of atoms overlap due to an interatomic separation decrease resulting in short range repulsive forces, when Mikey startled me with his obnoxious wake-up call.

"WOO HOO!! Justice Force cereal for breakfast! I'm totally gonna have a good day with these in my system!" My little brother held the cereal box over his head like some kind of championship belt and, with surprising speed, had the overly sweet pellets of processed wheat and marshmallows in his bottomless stomach before you could say "cowabunga". It still amazes me to this day how one could have a sugar rush before they ingest the sugar into their body. Even more amazing is how much this particular creature known as Mikey is able to contain that much adrenaline in one sitting. Such a large amount of glucose can't be healthy...

I shake my head, knowing that there are some mysteries that just can't be solved with sheer intellect or science. My eyes are drawn to the books before me once again. I never could be distracted for too long, which is a total 180 when it comes to Mikey.

For a while I tune everything out. The noise of the television, Mikey's constant crunching, even the sparring of Leo and Raph in the middle of the room. Of course, when that training session turns into a sibling quarrel, my concentration is instantly broken. I guess the incessant fighting between my two older brothers makes me feel uneasy enough to tear myself away from the mountain of knowledge in front of me. Ever since they had that big fight... you know, the one where they almost intended to kill each other and Leo found out about Raph's vigilantly other, the Night Watcher? Well, I've become more skittish around these things. Master Splinter says that I shouldn't worry, and that they've finally worked out an understanding as brothers and as comrades. No offense to sensei, but by the looks of it I wouldn't be 100% sure that they've come to a complete understanding. More like... a 76.7% understanding?

"Geez, even after all that's happened you still act like your the better turtle, eh?" Raphael threw the first verbal punch.

"I didn't say that, Raph." I could tell Leo didn't want this to turn into a whole fiasco, but when you're up against el toro rojo Raphael, it's nearly impossible to avoid such conflict. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm learning Spanish to help pass the time?

"Tch! You don't hafta' say it. Your attitude is what does the talkin'. Every time we spar together you gotta lecture me in between punches on what I'm doin' wrong or somethin', as if you're Mr. Perfect over here!"

"I'm just trying to help. There's no reason I can't do that, is there?" Leo's voice was fairly steady in response to Raph's accusation, but I could detect the slightest hint of indignation in his words.

"Well, guess what? I don't need your stinkin' help, kapeesh? I can figure out things on my own so don't start tellin' me what to do!" If only that were the final line in this dramafest, but alas, in our world all good things come to an endless torrent of pain and disagreements.

"So this is how it's gonna be, just like last time? Demanding that I don't interfere with your life? Accusing me of controlling you like some puppeteer? I'm telling you right now Raph, that's NOT what I'm trying to do!"

"Yeah, well it sure seems like it to me! You're always talkin' about how we should act as a team and work 'as one body and mind' if we want to overcome our problems. But, you know, ever since you've returned from your little adventure as Tarzan, your ego has gotten bigger my the minute and I ain't likin' it!"

"Oh, my ego? When I came back you were off playing the hero as if you owned the city, as if the turtles never existed! Then you spout all this nonsense about being a one-man-show and contradict yourself by saying that YOU are more suited to be leader. Tell me: whose ego has grown over the past year?"

I could see the heat rising in Raphael's face. The atmosphere was getting tense. Now it was all a matter of who'd get the last word in before Splinter came and broke up the fight for good.

"That's just it, big brother! You act like we've lost touch with everything that we've ever been taught, like we're hatchlings! You aren't our master Leo so don't go pretending you are!"

"One day I might be, Raphael!" Ohhh. You know Leo's starting to get serious when he uses your full name. It's not fun and games anymore.

"Is that so?" Raph's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"If anything were to ever happen to Master Splinter then I would have to take his place. You should know that just as well as anybody."

Definitely the wrong thing to say Leo...

"Ha! You'd like that, wouldn't you. To be the master of us? To pass on your 'infinite fountain of wisdom upon your humble disciples? To take Master Splinter's place?"

"Just what are you implying?!" The other turtle growled.

"I think you know exactly what I'm sayin' Leo."

That was the breaking point.

The two siblings began wrestling angrily, Leo making the first move. In a matter of seconds they were rolling around on the floor, hands clamped onto each others arms, one trying to overpower the other. So far, it looked like this would be a draw. Then again, I never physically participated in these fights so what do I know?

Mikey yelped and saved his breakfast from being knocked over on the table that Leo and Raph decided to ram into during the brawl. The box of Justice Force cereal wasn't so lucky as it spilled its contents all over the kitchen area. That was gonna be fun to clean up...

In no time at all, Master Splinter emerged from the dojo and walked authoritatively towards the boys. He kept his calm composure as usual, but I could tell that his eyes looked tired. After breaking up meaningless bouts like this over a period of 16 years, one could imagine the toll it could take on an old soul such as our sensei.

He strictly told my two older brothers to stop before they wrecked the entire lair, but both were too deep in the clutches of rage to hear anything outside their argument. Master Splinter's back had been acting up as of late and from what I could see he was trying not to use his cane as a punishment for their disobedience. This got me a little irritated. It wasn't so much Leo and Raph's fights that upsetted me, but the fact that Master Splinter is forced to intervene every single time... I mean, we already have enough to worry about outside our home. We shouldn't have conflict within the family as well.

This is where I decided to step in.

"Hey, guys!" I call out to my brothers who are otherwise still very occupied with each other. "Give it a rest, will you? You fight like this all the time! Why can't we just act like normal mutant turtles for one day?" Ha! I don't know what's more ironic. Calling us "normal", or the fact that I, the mild-mannered Donatello, is getting involved with such riff raff.

The two delinquents don't show any sign of stopping, so I reach out to Raph and put a firm hand on his shoulder.

Big mistake.

In no time at all, I was flat on my back after being elbowed away from their tussle and into Master Splinter who was standing right behind me. Neither of us could react fast enough to avoid the collision. What's worse, I hear a sickening crack after landing on my poor sensei, followed by what seemed like a groan laced with pain.

Everyone's eyes in the room went wide and for a blissful moment, it was quiet. Unfortunately, that was the least of my cares. I immediately lifted myself off of Master Splinter, hoping that it was just his walking stick that made that terrible sound. But, it was highly improbable after seeing our sensei's face contorted in a way that suggested his need for medical attention.

Whatever trace of anger that was still with Leo and Raph had left as they came over to where Master Splinter lay on his back, their faces just as petrified as mine. Mikey was confused as to what exactly happened and slowly made his way towards the scene with his bowl of cereal still in hand.

I was the first to speak.

"Master Splinter? Master Splinter, are you alright?!" My voice was slightly panicky. What if I'd broken a bone? His brittle body could barely take such a blow at this age. All I received was a low moan from the injured rat.

"Master, are you-" Leonardo began to speak, but I beat him to the punch... quite literally in fact. I took our sensei's cane and beat both of my older brothers up-side the head with it. Restraint was not a factor.

"YOU BONEHEADS!!" I swear I could hear the echo of my voice for miles.

Mikey stopped in his tracks and took a few innocent steps back. He wasn't used to seeing an angry Donatello, nor was anyone else.

"How could you two be so ignorant?! Your fights have gotten to the point where there's no point at all! If you guys can't control yourselves enough to where you start hurting others around you, then there's really going to be a problem!"

The looks on there faces were priceless. If I weren't the one doing the lecturing, I'd already have my camera out.

"Now either both of you calm the shell down, or I'm going to... to... Well, you won't like it!" I said, pointing a threatening finger at them. Man, even when I'm trying to act cool I still manage to screw it up somehow.

No one said a word for a good few seconds until Mikey decided the air around us was too uncomfortable.

"Woooah... Like, Donny totally whipped you guys!" The hysterical turtle almost fell over laughing.

Leave it to Mikey to ruin a sour mood.

Leo and Raph weren't too proud of what just transpired and, if it weren't for the shock of seeing their little brother reprimand them, there's not doubt they'd be hanging their heads in shame.

"Donny, I-" Now it was Raphael's turn to be interrupted.

"Don't 'Donny' me! If anything you should be apologizing to Master Splin..."

"Oooh..." I hear movement behind me and look to see what's going on.

"...ter?" The sight of Master Splinter standing up with little to no trouble seemed to have all of us baffled.

"Goodness! I haven't felt this way in years." He put a hand on his own back and arched, resulting in a series of popping sounds.

"Uhh, sensei? Are you okay?" I ask uncertainly, ready to help him at a moment's notice if he should collapse.

"Ah yes. I'm fine Donatello. Thank you for your concern." He held up a paw and retrieved his walking stick from the ground. "I have been having some back problems for a while now, but it seems that those worries are all in the past."

"Your back? You mean... you're feeling better after what's happened?"

"In a sense, yes my son. Although the method by which my pain was relieved was unexpected, it got the job done."

You've gotta be shelling me. After getting flattened by a 160 lb. turtle, he's feeling even better than before? I just can't see how that's plausible.

"Now then, I shall finish the task that Donatello here has begun." Master Splinter got closer to the now calm brothers and issued one good whack of his cane to both their craniums. It looked like it hurt a lot more than the blow I dealt them.

"When I ask you to cease in your bickering I expect to be heeded!" Seems I wasn't the only one with a temper in this situation. Leo and Raph stood rubbing their bruised noggins, looking sheepish. "I had thought your attitudes would have changed after our recent battle against Winter's four warriors, but I see that there is still much training to do when it comes to quelling these blustering emotions."

Leo was the first to form some kind of apology. "We're sorry Master Splinter."

"Guess we haven't chilled out from the last time we fought." Raph pitched in his own two cents.

"Well, my sons, you will be doing plenty of 'chilling out' in the dojo this morning with me. Come. Say your sorry to one another as well as your brother." He gestured towards me.

Leo, once again, was the first to speak. "Sorry, Raph." His sincerity was able to affect Raphael in some way.

"Yeah. Me too." He responded half be-grudgingly, which is the best apology one could ever get from a guy like him.

Then they turned to me and Leo put a steady hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry Donny, Master Splinter. Things got a little carried away." He spoke for both him and Raph.

"Ah, no no! It's fine. No one was seriously hurt, I guess." I was back to my old timid self again in no time. I glanced over at our sensei who had a small smile of contentment on his face. It's weird how something as bad as Leo and Raph fighting resulted in something productive.

"It won't happen again, sensei." Leo bowed to us, which was common for Master Splinter but a first for me outside of sparring, that is.

Raphael tried lightening the mood a bit by making one of his witty remarks. "Yeah, 'cuz we definitely don't want Donny here to blow another gasket, right?" His smirk was contagious.

"Well, you know me. Always getting myself into trouble." I chuckled at my ow retort.

"I, personally, wouldn't mind if he decided to cluck you two hotheads again sometime!" Mikey received a glare from his older sibling, but that didn't phase his happy-go-lucky grin.

"Don't push it, Mikey." Raph threatened the young turtle.

"Now. Shall we, my sons?" Master Splinter moved out of the way for my brothers to head into the dojo first. Whenever their fights got too rough, sensei would always keep them under lock and key in the training hall to meditate upon their actions and balance their chi once more. The doors closed and everything was finally at peace within the lair. I sat down at my work desk and began hitting the books like never before. I swear, all that hullabaloo killed off some brain cells of mine.

But, as is the ninja turtle way, tranquility was the last aspect our family possessed. This was proven when Mikey let out a high-pitched scream after seeing his beloved Justice Force cereal scattered upon the kitchen floor.

"No! Not my Justice Force cereal! Of all the casualties in this fight, why did it have to be you?! WHHHYYYY?!" The young ninja fell to his knees in despair at the loss of his comrade and friend.

I sighed. Mikey can be such a drama-turtle.

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AN: And that concludes Donatello's side of the story! :) His POV was so much fun to write. You never get to hear much of what he has to say so this chapter makes me happy. Hope you guys all enjoyed it as much as I did!

Next chapter: Raphael

This is gonna be a heated one! XD