So I'm officially changing the review rule, because I am impatient as hell xD I will update every week, but if the chapter gets 10 reviews (excluding guests), I will update during the week as well! Probably on wednesday.

A bit of a slow chapter, and I'm not entirely happy about it but next chapters more will happen!

(Leo's POV)

"So who is he?" Don was, unsurprisingly, the first one to ask the question, glancing at mom with a slight frown on his face. I glance at mom and dad as well, probably just as curious as Don and Raph were to know. Mom glances at dad for a moment, before the latter sighs.

"We should sit down first my sons" He spoke softly, and I frown. Nevertheless, I sit down on one of the dining chairs, Don next to me, and Raph next to Don on the corner of the table instead. Mom and dad sat down on the other side of the table. There was a short silence before dad opens his mouth.

"That boy-" Dad starts softly, taking a breath. "He will be staying with us for a while until Tyler is able to find a suitable home for him" Dad glances at mom for a moment, who in turn smiled kindly towards us, as if she was trying to reassure us. Dad didn't need to explain who Tyler was, we had all met him numerous times over the past years.

He was the one to help Raph 8 years ago, and Don 7 years ago. He was the social worker, that helped Raph and Don with finding this house, he was the one responsible for my two little brothers being here today, so of course we all knew him. But that didn't explain why the boy was placed with us, or why he had looked like that. I frown slightly.

"What happened to him?" I ask, looking at mom and dad. The two exchange some more glances, mom looking at dad in an almost pleading manner but dad shook his head before turning back to me and my brothers. It was as if he was telling mom that she couldn't lie now, not with this boy.

And it seemed like mom understood, gnawing at her lip as she turned to us, sighing deeply.

"He received his injuries in juvie." Mom eventually spoke.

"What?!" Raph cried out. "Yer letting a kid from juvie stay at our home?" He asks, and Don elbows him.

"You almost got sent to juvie before." He mutters, but he turns to dad with a worried face. "But Raph's right, isn't he like.. dangerous?" Don continues, his voice low and uncertain. I just glance at mom and dad. But the former shakes her head, a kind smile on her face, a smile she more often than not wore.

"The only thing that's important right now is that he was wrongfully sent to juvie. He's not dangerous." Mom spoke, but the glance dad cast her way said something else. Dad's eyes weren't completely agreeing, there was a slimmer of doubt in his eyes as well. I glance at Don and Raph for a moment.

It was clear that dad wasn't convinced about mom's statement but at the same time… she loved us, she wouldn't take someone in who would potentially hurt us. She was overprotective of all of us. Even if neither of us were her biological children, she still cared for us like we were. She was our mom, and she loved us as if we were her own.

"So does he have a name?" I eventually ask, and mom smiles slightly.

"Mikey, and he's just a few weeks younger than you Donnie actually" She says with a light voice. I glance at Don at the mention of his name. I was the oldest of the four, but all three of us were born in the same year, 1997. I was born in May, Raph in June and Don in Augustus. We were all 16 right now, though Raph often bickered about not being the oldest.

It was all in good fun though.

"I'm assuming he's staying in the guest room?" Don asks, and Yoshi nods.

"Correct, I have sent him upstairs to change into different clothes and to wash up. He should be down any minute." Dad spoke in a soft voice. "I am not entirely convinced like your mother is but it is only for a few weeks and we will try to make him feel at home"

"Thought that was sorta obvious" Raph snorts, shrugging. I glance at him, trying to suppress a grimace. I didn't, but both Don and Raph had enough experience with foster homes, and especially new foster homes. They had both been pushed and pulled throughout cities and homes around New York City before they got placed here.

So they knew how it was to be the new kid in a foster home, and they knew how scary it could be, and the emotional impact it could have on the person, no matter how tough they were. But most importantly, they knew better than to not try to make Mikey feel at home, even if it was just for a few weeks.

My thoughts were interrupted when the familiar beep of the oven echoed through the kitchen.

"That's the lasagne" Mom laughs, standing up and walking over to the oven. "Oh hey sweetie." Mom says suddenly, and I frown, turning around. A boy with blond hair, Mikey no doubt, stood in the door opening, fresh clothes and hair still damp, and looking completely out of place.

"Have a seat, you're just in time for dinner" Mom smiled, gesturing to the free seat. Mikey glanced at the seat before reluctantly making his way to the chair, climbing onto it. The seat on the opposite of Raph, the corner.

"Hey, I'm Donnie" Don was the first one to break the silence, extending his hand. Mikey eyed at it warily, before his eyes travelled to Don's face. Still, he made no effort to shake Don's hand. The latter seemed to understand that a second later, coughing awkwardly and taking his hand back.

"Anyway.." He trailed off. "I'm the youngest of the three, those morons are my two older brothers, Raph and Leo, he's the oldest" I wave at the mention of my name. Mom smiles at no one in particular, putting the lasagne in the middle of the table.

"Be nice to your brothers" She waved at Don, and I grin. Don's only response was sticking out his tongue. "I can imagine this is all very overwhelming right now, trust me, we've had two kids like you before" She says, and Mikey actually glances at mom at the sentence, a curious look on his face.

"Raph and Don were in the foster care too. Raph came here 8 years ago, and Donnie came a year later. We adopted them both when they were 10" Mom explained, and I nod mindlessly. Mikey stayed silent, but his eyes travelled to me. He immediately averted his gaze however, when I caught his eyes.

"I didn't come from the foster system, I'm dad's biological son, mom isn't my biological mom but she raised me from the age of 2" I quickly explain it when I realised what he was asking himself, it was all too clear on his face.

"What happened?" Mikey asks softly, his voice slightly raspy. He looked away again, chewing on his lip in a nervous manner. It was like he was genuinely curious to know about us, but too afraid to ask it. Perhaps it had to do with his own past.

"My bio mom left dad for someone else just after I was born, and dad won full custody when she moved out of the state" I shrug. I didn't mind talking about it right now, not anymore at least. It had bothered me when I was younger. I mean, my biological mom hadn't cared about me enough to fight for me, or even stay in the same state.

I didn't understand why she would leave me, or why I didn't look like my current mom. Kids were curious as well, some mocked me and told me it was my fault that mom left me. It wasn't until I was older that I started to understand what it meant, and when dad was able to explain why she left.

But mom.. Shen that is, raised me as her own after she met dad. She was my mom, no doubt. And I found peace that I had a mom that loved me like her own.

Mikey nods slightly, not opening his mouth again.

The rest of the dinner we tried to fill the awkward silence that hung around the room, but I could see that we were all curious to know more about the quiet boy at our table.

TMNT

"Okay so tomorrow's Sunday so you don't have to get up too early." Shen said, wrapping new sheets around the pillows. "We do eat breakfast together on Sunday's however, so I would like you to be down at half past 9. Is that okay?" She continues, glancing at Mikey.

The latter was standing in the room, looking uneasy and twitchy but staring at nothing. He also didn't bother answering. Shen coughed two times, placing the pillows down on the bed.

"You share the bathroom with the other three, Yoshi and I have our own, which is over there" She continues, pointing to the door that was on the other side of the stairs. Mikey merely glanced at the door, but again, didn't say anything. "We keep some extra toothbrushes in the drawer in the bathroom, and you can borrow a pyjama from Leo"

Mikey nods slightly. It made sense, Don was way too tall, and Raph was probably too muscular. Leo was the best fit out of the three, even if they would probably also be way too large. Shen looks at Mikey for a few moments, before glancing at the pyjama she had already placed on the bed.

"Hey I know this is scary" Shen starts, placing a hand on Mikey's shoulder. Mikey immediately jolts at the contact, hastily taking a step backwards. Shen's face falls. "Oh honey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" She said, putting her hands up. Mikey eyed at her warily, but eventually nodded.

"I just.. Tyler, the social worker you met earlier, he spoke about you after you met Luther" At the mention of Luther Mikey scowls, turning his head away. "And I know you don't like him after what he did, but what I'm trying to say is that I know what happened to you, and I know you are innocent"

She took a deep breath, secretly waiting for Mikey to say something, anything at all. But the boy didn't open his mouth, or attempt to say something. Shen sighs.

"You deserve the world hon, you were ready to give up your life to protect her, and anyone who treated you wrong out there, in the court room, in prison… anyone who thought otherwise was stupid." This caught Mikey's attention, and he glanced at her for a moment, gaze softening ever so slightly.

Still, no word came out of his mouth.

"I'll let you sleep, I'll see you tomorrow" Shen sighs, turning around.

"Thank you" Mikey said softly, causing Shen to turn back to him. "For taking me in.. for now" A smile spread across Shen's face.

"Anytime hon, sleep tight" She spoke, and then left the room.

TMNT

"Morning" I yawned, rubbing my eyes as I stumbled into the kitchen.

"Morning" The rest greeted me, and I sat down on a chair, still rubbing my eyes.

"Couldn't sleep?" Raph asks, and I shrug.

"Didn't sleep well I guess" I answer, accepting a bowl from Don.

"Could the reason be our new guest?" Dad asks, putting down a plate of pancakes on the table. I look up, shaking my head.

"Nah, just couldn't fall asleep" I tried to assure dad, and it was the truth, even if I had been thinking about Mikey. "Speaking of which, are we going to hear what happened to him? Why he ended up in prison?"

"Juvie" Mom immediately corrected with a soft voice, winking at me. I roll my eyes, glancing up as mom and dad finally sat down as well. The only empty chair belonging to our newest guest. Mom glances at me.

"But I won't, that's his story to tell ...but I just want to say that it was all a mistake" Mom starts, and I can only nod. "He was wrongfully imprisoned for something, and he spent a year in Juvie because of it. But from what Tyler has told me, he is a good kid. The only reason he got into juvie was because he was a good person"

"How does that even work?" Raph asks, frowning.

"Raph" I hiss, glaring at him. "Let mom speak" Raph rolls his eyes at that, but even he was curious about Mikey. He was living with us for at least a few weeks, so that was understandable. We all wanted to know why Mikey ended up in juvie, and in the foster system.

Was Mikey's imprisonment connected to him being in the system or was he already in the foster system before getting into juvie? Though I think the most important question right now;, was mom right when she claimed that Mikey wasn't a danger to us, or when she said that he was wrongfully imprisoned?

"Like I said, he's a good person and he didn't deserve to go to jail." Mom said again. "Honestly, he just had a rough childhood." She continued, Raph grumbled low in his throat but didn't comment. Shen was about to open her mouth again when she suddenly noticed someone standing in the doorway.

"Good morning Mikey" She said instead, glancing at the door opening. I whirl around as well, watching him. He was currently wearing an old pyjama shirt of mine and some pants, and he looked a bit better, albeit just slightly.

"Hey" Mikey greeted uneasily, reluctantly walking over to the last seat. I glance at him. The clothes were a bit too big on his form. He was clearly malnourished, and he seemed really small and fragile.

"How was the bed, did you sleep well?" Mom asks, story already forgotten now Mikey was in the room. Mikey glanced at mom, before nodding.

"Yea" He breathes out, but not saying much else. Mikey sat down, shirt shifting slightly to expose some bruises that were on his collarbone and chest. I wince slightly, and I was starting to side with dad more and more. He had bruises, his knuckles were torn as well, he had fought in Juvie.

And he was in our home, I was sharing a bathroom with him. Was he truly safe?

"So I talked to the school the boys go to, and you can start first day tomorrow. From what Tyler has told me they keep up with your education in juvie" Mom starts, putting a pancake on Mikey's plate. The latter nods at the statement, confirming that he was, indeed, still taught stuff while he was in juvie.

"You'll be sharing the same classes with the boys for now, tomorrow is your fi-" Mom continued, but I didn't really listen to it. I knew what she was going to say, we've had a couple of foster kids before Mikey. Raph and Don were once foster kids, and they followed the same regime.

Go to the same school as I did, follow the classes until a permanent house was found for them, or when they went to another foster family. And to be honest, I could only really pay attention to the boy that was sitting at our table. He seemed so withdrawn, as if he didn't want to be here, but there was something else in his eyes.

A sense of longing, a desperation that was so prominent it was almost painful. And yet, there was something more. There was a sadness on his face, fear in the way his body was tense, even when he was surrounded by a loving family. There was a haunted look in his eyes, pain all too evident.

I glance at Don and Raph, and they looked right back at me.

It was clear what they were thinking, and it was exactly what I was thinking.

There was something mom and dad weren't telling about him.

TMNT

More mystery yay!

So Leo is Yoshi's real son, and his bio mom left him, Raph and Don were in foster care, and fostered by Yoshi and Shen before they were adopted. And Mikey is fostered by Yoshi and Shen right now!
And whatever happened with Mikey? :3 Who is her? And why does Mikey hate Leatherhead (Luther) Stay tuned to find out ^^ (That sounded God awful, I will just leave….)

(Also, all 4 boys born in the same year not too far apart? What a coincidence! *gasp*)