Disclaimer: I own only the plot and any OCs...not the guys..."hugs Leo"

Due to the overwhelming requests for a sequel here it is...also the voting tied between "Holding on" and "Snapped" please vote for your prefered story.

*This is the sequel to "Defense" so I would advise reading "Defense" first....*

This story will be in Leo's POV.

Chapter 1: Morning

The annoying "beep" of my alarm clock makes me turn and grumble. With a sigh I push myself up onto my arms and reach over to turn it off. I grab the arm of my wheelchair and pull it over. I might be paralyzed from the waist down but it doesn't mean I need help getting in and out of the thing. After a few moments of frustrated adjustments I get situated and quickly "toss" myself into the chair. I land sharply and wince. My shell is still healing and Don isn't the only one shouting at me lately to take it easy...I'm honestly sure they are more worried about me taking a trip back to loony-ville than anything else. It's not like I can get more paralyzed than I am...well...never mind...

As I get settled I fold the shin and lap shield in place and check my chair to make sure nothing is out of place...Don turned this thing into, literally, a moving weapons cashe...he also out in campartments for my art stuff as well. Thank-you Donnie!! My friend Mitchel Gordon introduced my brothers, April, and Casey to my artwork....they were shocked...heh...heh...so much for thinking I'm a stuck up stick in the mud huh? I make my way to the bathroom and peek into Mikey's bedroom as I pass by...good he's still out...so's Raph...I'm hoping Donnie is home...he's been spending the night at O'Neil Tech for the past few weeks...well untill I started getting after him...his room is on the lower level so I can check on him after I get stuff going for the morning. After I finish in the bathroom I head for the simple elevador Don rigged up...I refused to go on it at first...untill Raph and Mikey went down it and jumped up and down to show me it was sturdy...It's not that I didn't trust Don's enginering...but the thing...you can see through it! I've never been a fan of heights...

The thing is painfully slow but I finnaly get to the floor and after opening the door I roll out and toward the kitchen. I get there and push myself up, after unfolding the lap shield, and get Don's coffee maker going. After we got back to the lair my brother's put things lower after my insistence that I didn't need them babying me. I quickly glance around and find a note from Mikey....

Leo,

I'm making pancakes for breakfast...don't you dare get on the counters again!!! I'll get the stuff out when I get up.

-Mikey.

I chuckle...I've gotten into the habbit of climbing up onto the counters to get stuff down and then dropping back into my chair. Don had to reinforce the counters after the first time...nearly killed myself...it decided to give out and drop me to the ground. I swear they freaked out for about three hours and kept checking me over and demanding to know if I was hurt...its the only way I can get things up high. Ignoring Mike's order I unfold my leg sheilds and hop up onto the counter, my arms resemble Raph's a lot now...I've bulked up a bit to be able to move my weight around. I see rather than feel my heels smack against the lower cabinets. I quickly get to work getting things out for Mikey. Though I've regained most of the muscle control in my abdomin I still have to support myself with one arm, after about two minutes my body protests the forced and unsupported position. I grunt softly as I reach for the last few things. SHELL. I slip and someone catches me before I fall. My heart is beating frantically and I struggle to calm it.

"I told you I'd get it!" snaps an angry Mikey.

"I can do this Mikey," I grumble.

"What would've happened if I hadn't caught you? For goodness sake Leo! You hit your head and you could have one of those fits!! I-I..." he rants.

"Mikey...I'm sorry...you can't expect me to just stop being me in a few months...I'm sorry," I comfort," Now...if you would grab my chair and push it this way...my stupid back is cramping up."

Mike gives me an annoyed look but sighs and grabs my chair and pushes it over to me and helps me back into it. I get settled and then grab Mike's hand.

"I'm sorry," I say softly, remembering that Mikey was forced to watch Hun take an axe to my shell, forced to watch me scream as I was tortured in front of him, "I mean it...I'm sorry." He gives me another annoyed look but he can't stay mad at me for long.

"Alright...whatever...sorry I snapped bro," Mikey sighs and patts my shoulder, "I guess you're right...can't suddenly stop being the person you were for twenty years." I chuckle. Mike gets to mixing the batter and I head for Don's room. I push his door open a little and sigh, scanning the darkness. I've almost gotten over my new fear of the dark...I hope Hun is burning in hell...he put me in isolation...pitch black...I shutter and shake my head. I spot him...good..he came home...but now it's time to get up for breakfast and morning training. I roll over to his bed and smile. He's sprawled on his stomach half covered in blankets. I ease myself out of my chair and onto the edge of his bed. I put my hand on his carapace and shake him gently.

"Don...get up...come on..." I whisper," Come on...time to get up."

"Do'n wan'a chase...da' computers..." He mumbles. I chuckle. Don tends to talk in his sleep. Half the time it has to do with what he's working on and others its something random...like chasing computers.

"Don...get up....come on its time to get up," I say louder as I shake him a bit harder.

"Five more minutes..." He grumbles as he pulls a pillow over his head.

"Come on Don get up," I order sharply.

"No," he grumbles.

"I'm going to pinch you if you don't get up," I say.

"No," he grumbles.

I pinch him, hard, on the arm.

"Yow!" he yelps and nocks me to the floor. I grunt as I hit, he knocked the wind out of me. As I lay there trying to breathe he starts freaking out.

"Leo! I'm sorry are you ok? Leo? Leo? Answer me please! Are you ok?" he beggs as he helps me sit up. My lungs finally start working again and I give Don a sharp look.

"I'm fine," I grunt," now are you awake? Good grab my chair...you shoved it across the room."

He gives me a nervous look over before grabbing my chair.

"Leo...you don't have to...I mean I could've really hurt you," he starts. I grab his ankle and send him sprawling, he lands hard.

"Ow," he gasps.

Thankfully I can reach my chair now and get in. After I get situated I lean over and tap him on the shoulder.

"I think I can still make you hurt worse," I say gently. He grunts and sits up, he's smiling though.

"Ok point proven," Don sighs. I smile.

"Good, now get your butt into that kitchen," I order good naturedly. He gives me a silly sulte before getting up and heading for the kitchen. By the time Don and I get to the kitchen Raph is sitting in his chair with a cup of coffee and looking half asleep. The relationship between me and my imediate younger brother has becoem stronger than it has been since we were kids. We no longer fight...we still argue...but we don't threaten to tear each other into little pieces anymore.

"Morning Raph," I greet as I grab the cup of Tea Mike set out for me and join Raph at the table. He yawns and somehow manages a sleepy smile. Raph isn't a morning person so a smile in the morning is a good sign...if not a little creepy...

"Morn'n," he yawns.

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