This is it! A New Kind of Training! Leo and Tabitha-Lynn's story. Thanks to all of you that have come to read it. It means a lot to me that I have such a wonderful crowd of people like you all.

Disclaimer! I do not own TMNT in any way, shape or form! Unless you count plushies and other novelties that I've spent way too much money on… Any way, this disclaimer applies to ALL chapters of this story! All the legal mambo jumbo, stuff counts and what not.

Also, this is a MATURE (M- RATED) STORY, IF YOU'RE NOT MATURE, DON'T READ IT! There are going to be a lot, and I do mean, a lot, of mature topics and points of view. If you're incapable of understanding that and respecting it, don't read this. I don't want some 11 year old's mom reporting my stuff because they were caught reading something they shouldn't have been. This also applies to all chapters of this story.

Okay, so, for those of you that are new, this is the third story in my little arch. The first was System Malfunction then, Cooking Up Mayhem. If you want, go and read those first. If not, well then good luck not being confused, my little rebel.

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He was NOT trained for this! His palms were sweating and his heart was exploding in his ears. "Oh, my god, what do I do? What do I do? Help me!" He looked over the situation again and again, still trying to come to terms with it. It couldn't be happening, not now, not this. "Leo, shut up! I need to get to the lab." Sara was red-faced and huffing. Sweat was beading on her brow and upper lip as she strained to stand up straight. A large purple night shirt barely covered her bottom and lower, between her legs and down them, was blood. "Dad! Dad!" He yelled as he grabbed Sara, lifting her in his arms. He'd made it to the lab door when his father appeared before him, holding it open. "Hurry, my son."

"She's bleeding," he croaked as he laid the woman who'd become his sister on the medical bed.

"Call your brother, now." The sureness and authority in his father's old voice helped to calm him. He fumbled with his phone pressing every emergency button on the face of it. Everyone would soon be home. He had a brief flash back of telling Donnie that it would be okay, that his little brother could go look at the city for a moment. He would take care of Sara, no problem. Guilt fell heavy on his soul. It was crushing as he finally called his brother. "Donnie," he whispered, his voice small in comparison to his emotions. "It's Sara, there's blood." There was a sharp intake of air on the other side of the phone. "I need your help, how do I help her?"

"Call April. I'm going to need a second pair of steady hands." Leo heard anger, betrayal and most of all, fear in his little brother's voice. Maybe he'd imagined the first two, but he knew, somehow, this was his fault. "Let- Let me talk to her." He put his phone on speaker and put it close to Sara's face. "Donnie?" Sara's voice was as pained as she looked. "If you miss me giving birth to your kids, I swear I'll kick your shell." The sad laugh on the other side of the phone tore at Leo's heart. "Just hold on, I wouldn't miss this for the world." A small 'blup' and the call ended. Immediately he called April. "Leo, what's going on? Mine and Casey's phone are saying there's an emergency in the lair."

"There is, I need you here, now."

"Got it." April paused after her affirmative statement. "Is it… Sara?"

"Yes, April, she needs you. Donnie is on his way, but you need to hurry." Another call ended tone and he looked down at the screen. He'd done all he knew how.

Sara's face was still red. That was a good sign, he knew. It wasn't until someone went pale that things really went all to hell. He hoped his brother would get here in time. Sara groaned. His eyes shot to her. She was flailing, trying to grip something. Master Splinter held her other hand but he could see that his sister needed him. He grabbed her hand. Her grip was strong, even on his oversized hand. He'd probably have a bruise in the outline of her fingers. Pained moans escaped her before she threw her head back and screamed. "Fuck! My water broke!" She huffed after what Leo could only guess was a contraction ended.

Mik strode into the room. The white rat with red and brown highlights was a blessing to the untrained men. Briskly, she moved through the room, appearing like a calm doctor ready to get on with their rounds. "Sara, remember to breathe." The female rat ordered. Leo looked slightly away when Mik pushed up Sara's shirt and took off her bloodied underwear before covering her with a thin sheet. "Leo, go grab a cold wash cloth. Splinter, just make sure she doesn't actually break your hand." A small smile graced his lips before he ran off to get the cloth. He was back before the next contraction hit. His hand suffered, but he didn't mind.

Sara was in pain, she tried not to show it when she wasn't having a contraction, but they could all see it. He counted the contractions, it was his only real measure of time. Twelve. That was how long it took for both April and Donnie to appear. She was crying as she made an almost constant buzzing sound in her throat. The sound picked at his memory. Mikey used to do it when he was getting stitches. It was a suppressed scream. Too proud to make too much sound but it in too much pain not to. Donnie scooted Sara down the bed and put her legs in stirrups. "He's breach."

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She cursed and threw a pan. "Can't you do anything right? The hell is wrong with you? I said I need them sautéed not burned to a crisp! Get the hell out of my kitchen!" It was crunch time and her new sues chef had fucked up for the last time. "Tammy, get your ass in my kitchen, now!"

The server stood her ground, "Yes, chef?"

"Cut up some more mushrooms and onions, sauté them, don't burn them!" Why couldn't people just follow her instructions? It wasn't like she was asking them to do some giant miracle. Some simple team work and following her instructions and everything would go perfectly. They just had to listen.

"Tabitha-Lynn!" She knew that roar. Only one person could sound so insufferable and infuriated at the same time. A tall, fat, red-faced man pushed his way through the kitchen. "Richie! Thank goodness, I'm going to need another-"

"You're not getting anything but fired!" The man raged, waving a finger in her face. Years as someone lower on the pillar stopped her short from taking that finger and breaking it. "This is my restaurant and I've lost more people in the past few months you've been here than I have had employed here since I opened this place! I'm done! Done!"

"Now Richie," She soothed, trying to calm him down as anger boiled below her surface. "You've seen what I can do. You know how much better this place has been since I've been here. All those people were-"

"A lawsuit!" Richie screamed, loud enough for some of the patrons to hear. This was news to her and she sputtered in her cool response. "You've harassed countless new workers."

"It's not my fault the kitchen-"

"The kitchen isn't 'too hot' for them, your temper is! You there, girl, whatever your name is," Richie pointed to the girl she'd chosen to fix the last mess up. He had insulted her, dismissed her. "You're in charge for the rest of the night. Feed the rest of our guest and if everything goes well, you might just be the new chef." Richie tugged on his suit and pulled at his tie. The heat of his temper not losing it's warmth in the kitchen. "Richie," she tried, softly.

"Just get out, Tabitha-Lynn. I'll pay you for the vacation time you've gathered, and any sick days you have left, but you're not my employee anymore."

Her anger flared. She'd worked hard to get here, to be the top chef in one of the best restaurants in New York. It wasn't the most popular, but it served good food to wealthy people. Her pay was great and she lived her life knowing she'd accomplished her dream. This fat, pompous man was taking all that away from her because some snot-nosed brats couldn't handle being scolded and being told they had failed. She'd put up with worse. She'd fought to get to where she was, to have her title and all its perks.

Clever in shaking hand she blinked back the bite of her own failure. She cleared her throat and untied her apron. "I also want a good recommendation to the next place I apply." She said more coolly than she felt. "Or when you beg me to come back, I'll just sit back and watch this place catch fire." Her tone and gesture left Richie and the other girl visibly uncomfortable. She smiled as she slammed the clever into the middle of her apron before storming out of the building.

It was mid summer and the night was cool but full of energy out side of the restaurant. The buildings held heat from the day and the brick was warm under her hands as she leaned against one to steady herself.

She wasn't worried about money. The loss of the job wouldn't affect her for a couple months as long as she stuck to her budget. The sting to her pride was what hurt her and left her cheeks flushed. Taking a few breaths and steadying herself, she looked at the dark alley. This was a better part of town, but the risks to her as a single woman alone at night were still great. Shoving the growing shame in her chest away, she lifted her chin and began her march to her apartment.

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She looked down. There they were. As fat and puffy as Sara felt, love soared in her. Her babies were squirming in her arms. Three little babies, her babies. She had held off on naming them until this moment. They hadn't really been able to tell the sex so she'd held back. Now she was sure. One little girl and two boys. Triplets in need of a name and food.

Donnie had went over every crevice and scute on them. The boys had three fingers and five toes on each hand and foot, but the girl had a full set, five fingers and toes. Like normal turtles their shells were soft at this point. What none of them could have guessed was her daughter. Her plastron wasn't fully there, only the bottom half. The top half was closer to human, two small areolas that if she guessed right would become human breast with age. Lots, and lots of age, she hoped.

They were green, but only her daughter was as dark as her mate. The boys were lighter, with a softer shade and hints of pink under the green. All of them spotted something Sara was currently fascinated with. Fuzz, on top of their heads, which meant hair. All of them had brown little tufts of it, another detail that any ultrasound she could have had wouldn't have been able to spot.

Their heads were slightly more human shaped. Their jaws weren't as wide as she thought a mix of her a Donnie would turn out to be. They all had tiny little noses that, as horrible as the image was, reminded her of a pug's nose. They were turned up and barely protruding, but the little nostrils flared as her children breathed in a quiet moment.

"It's a good thing you're not allowed to have sex for at least six weeks after birth anyway, you're going to have one hell of a recovery in front of you." April said with sympathy as she emerged from between Sara's legs. A needle and thread clattered down onto the steel medical tray. The sheet she still had over her legs cut off everything but April's head as Sara looked down at her friend. "With three of them, it might be even longer than that," she chuckled. Donnie's hand touched her still sweaty forehead, making her turn her attention to him. "It will be as long as it takes for you to get better and feel up to it. May I hold one of them?"

Her mate's eyes shone down at her and she felt the pride radiating off him. It had been difficult at first, and she'd felt fear like she never had before, but everything turned out okay. In a weird lucky twist the blood that had scared her and poor Leo so badly had been from one of her placentas rupturing slightly from one of the kids pushing against it for space. It hadn't caused any actual problems for her. The larger boy had come breach, even that had been scarier than she could have imagined. The other two were easier, but not easy. Hell, she was proud of herself.

"Take the boys," she nodded to him. Her breast ached and some what burned. Then she felt something she'd only recently become accustomed to. Lactation was going to be easy with the way she leaked all the time. This time there was even some relief for her. Setting her daughter down in her lap, Sara pulled up her shirt, exposing herself. Clear colostrums leaked from her nipples and the shirt was already growing damp. As best she could, she situated her daughter to nurse.

Once she latched on her other breast gushed. Embarrassed, but also a little relieved, she looked to Donnie. "I guess it's a good thing I had more than one. Give me one of them." Donnie chuckled and handed over the smaller boy. It was difficult trying to maneuver with one baby at her breast already. Donnie tried to help, but with his hands occupied he just managed to aid in her frustration. Finally April swooped in and helped.

"So, names?" April asked. Sara's mind went fuzzy as her son latched as well. It was a weird feeling but it was comforting. "It's up to her, she deserves it after all of this." Donnie beamed.

"Damn right I do." She chuckled. The pain was starting to come back, throbbing between her legs in a way that was far from pleasant. They'd toyed with names, not settling on one right away because of the issue with gender but she'd had some ideas. "Jillian Lilith. Jordan Hahen. Donald Elliot." Sara decided.

"Hahen, isn't that-" April started

"My name in Japanese, yes, I do believe so." Splinter beamed as he entered the room. Mik, Splinter and Leo had all left the room when all of the babies had been pronounce safe and sound. She silently sent a thank you to her older brother. She'd probably scared him the most. "What? What about me? Did I get one named after me too?" Mikey's voice nearly echoed in the room. Jordan stirred in his dad's arms and Sara cut her little brother a look as he entered the room. "The 'mom look' is official, I get it," he laughed at a lower volume.

"You'll probably get that look more than the kids will," Becca chuckled. The blond pushed Mikey into the room the rest of the way, letting Leo and Raph followed by Casey into the room. Marcus and Mik were last, barely fitting in as the room was suddenly crowded. Four mutant turtles and two giant rats plus four humans was a tight squeeze into the small part of the lab.

"I guess that it's visiting hours," Donnie laughed. "Jordan first, then when they're done eating we'll get to Jillian and Donald." Sara smiled at her fiancé. She'd already warned everyone that she was going to breastfed and that she wasn't going to 'cover up' every time her kids needed her. She'd be polite and try not to do it at the dinner table, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't feed her kids when they needed to be fed. "Everyone wash your hands before you handle the kids. Their immune systems are going to have a tough time as it is, lets not make it harder on them." Donnie commanded as he lined up his family by the sink.

Guilt stabbed Sara, but she bit her lip and started to accept the praise that came her way for doing such a good job. It was still a while off, but her kids wouldn't grow up without the sunlight. They wouldn't play in the beams left from sewer grates or wade threw filthy waters. She accepted and appreciated that it had been the only childhood Donnie had known, but their jobs as parents was to make sure their kids had a better life than they had. Sara was going to do her part in that, even if it did have to be a secret for now.

Jillian was the first to be done, falling asleep and having a tiny bit of milk fall out of her mouth when Sara broke the latch. It was stupidly cute, making her stop and share it with everyone else. The majority of her family still wasn't sure how to approach her when she had a breast out, so it was all nervous smiles. She took Jordan from rotation and started to feed him. It was easier getting situated this time, but he was more difficult than the other two to get latched. Teasing, she looked down at him and scolded, "Is this how you're always going to be? I don't think so, mister." His little unfocused eyes blinked at her before he gave a coo and latched as if he understood everything she'd said.

The babies made their rounds. As much as she trusted every person in the room, Sara couldn't relax until her babies were back in her arms. Her eyes got heavy and fatigue hit her hard. She didn't even notice that Leo and Raph had disappeared then reappeared. Now a pristine, over sized crib sat next to her bed. "No nursery here, momma, is this gonna be alright?" Heavy looking metal bars that were closely spaced enclosed the wrought frame. She'd never seen this before. It was painted in a rainbow of blue, orange, red, purple and green. A pure white sheet covered a firm looking mattress. It was beautiful. She smiled and nodded.

Donnie took the kids and put them in it. One of the lights she had for her plants was hooked up to a chain and dangled above the bed. It was essential for them to get UV rays and to stay warm. It was going to be an odd mix of raising little reptiles and kids all mixed into one. Her eye lids drooped. "Rest, love, I've got them for a while. I'll wake you up if they get hungry." Just like that, she was asleep. Her body spent and her mind at rest for the first time since she'd found out she was pregnant.

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Alright! How was it? Did you like it? I hope so. Not even 50% on if a ruptured placenta near the time of birth would cause what I described, but I wanted you all to worry, just a little. I love you…

Of course everyone else's stories are continuing in this one. I just couldn't wait to get Sara's pregnancy done with and start working with the group as an expanded family. I pulled on some of my personal experience as a mom who gave birth and my personal view on breastfeeding. 'Breast is best.' Yes, but having a happy baby is even better and I am not shaming any mom who chose to bottle feed for any reason. It's your life, your baby, and your choice, just like it's Sara's to do as she so pleases. For anyone who thinks public breastfeeding is gross, you're not going to like my writing from now on, most likely, as I will be mentioning it again. Babies are often hungry, and there's three of them.

I want to take a few lines to thank everyone for being so patient. I was planning on uploading this the same day I finished Cooking up Mayhem, but postponed it because I didn't like the way I had it the first time. I feel like this flows better and hope that everyone had a good read. Many thanks and I hope to see you all again soon.