Pass The Baton - Since his older brothers have no interest in returning to their senses, the baton is passed to Donnie

Donatello had visibly jumped when the ear-splitting sound of his brother's plastrons colliding had shaken the lair. Mikey had looked on with growing horror as Leonardo and Raphael barrelled across the floor, snarling and snapping wordlessly. They were locked on, eyes glowing fiercely, teeth bared, muscles coiled, and nothing seemed to be able to get in their way, not even the television which was practically flattened under Leonardo as Raph propelled them sideways and into the pit.

They'd heard the echoes of the argument washing over the walls before they had seen it. The words could not have been made out, but the raw fierceness behind them was apparent and Donnie had mentally prepared himself for the torrent of rage that was about to befall them.

The purple clad turtle was shaken from his thoughts as Raphael was suddenly tossed into the bench, a horrible, sickening 'crunch' snapping outward from his carapace. His arms trembled, Mikey was about to move, to intercept the hands that were slowly reaching for the pair of sai's strapped to Raph's belt. Donatello's eyes were locked onto Leonardo whose gaze was like burning ice.

"…Mikey, No!" Donatello all but roared as he outstretched his hands in warning as his youngest brother was about to step into the middle of a minefield. Mikey looked hesitant, but stilled, looking on with wide eyes.

Since his two older brothers weren't taking the responsibility to regain their senses, the baton was passed to Donatello.

Donnie unsheathed his Bo, eyes narrowed, nictitating eye-lids in place instead of the usual warm, copper brown. He twirled the wooden staff in his grip before springing into the air in a single fluid motion. He landed squarely between his brothers.

He took out Raphael first, jabbing the end of his Bo into his plastron, knocking him off balance before rounding on Leo and batting the katana in his hand to the side. Donatello's movement was hard to follow but the next thing Mikey knew was that his two eldest brothers were on their shells, staring with only the faintest trails of fury as Donatello unleashed "ENOUGH!" in an un-tethered volume so loud that it shattered the air. If it wasn't enough, he cracked the end of his staff against the cold concrete, sending shudders up all of their spines.

Mikey gaped like a goldfish.

After what seemed like a suffocating period of silence, Raphael got up, sheathed his Sais with fists balled at his sides and began to stalk away until – without looking- Donatello snagged him by the carapace, gritting out a "We are not done here" from behind clenched teeth. Raph opened his mouth to argue, his face flushed but ended up choking on unsaid words.

Donatello whipped his head round to Leonardo, Mikey was surprised that the crack of a whip didn't sound at the same time as his brother's movements. "And you…" He growled. "Will be explaining to Splinter why he will be unable to broadcast his stories for the next two weeks while Raphael and I scavenge a new Television"

Leonardo looked away and nodded, licking his lips and bowing his head in shame. He then grabbed both of them by the tails of their bandanna's. "The next time I see you go at each-other with your weapons, I will be sure to tell Sensei every. Single. Detail. Do I make myself clear?"

Mikey was stifling giggles with his fist in his mouth, teeth chattering against his knuckles. His glimmer of amusement only grew worse as both his eldest brothers nodded stiffly. Donnie nodded and let them go, eyes still narrowed.

"Sorry Don…" Leo gave his brother a sheepish grin, when it wasn't returned the blue banded turtle jabbed a thumb over his shoulder towards the bedrooms and walked in that direction. Raphael grunted something inaudible but gave an apologetic, side-long glance as he stalked away.

Donnie sheathed his bo, Michelangelo burst into a fit of giggles and headed to the kitchen, gasping out something about needing a camera next time.

Donnie shook his head, letting his sternness wash away. Before…

"Well done my son"

Donatello nearly jumped out of his shell with a "Eek!" as Master Splinter revealed himself from his place among the shadows, a smile of amusement on his features. "S-Sensei?" Donnie choked out and then coughed, straightening up. The rat master stepped forward, his multi-coloured fur glistening slightly in the half-light. His eyes knowing and ever so slightly mischievous and proud.

Splinter shook his head and stepped forward. "I shall not reveal my presence in this situation to your brothers" He reassured. "However, may I suggest pressure points next time" He smiled and began to walk away, grinning ever so slightly.

Donatello stood petrified on the spot. He had his mouth open to reply but merely turned and went to see what sort of destruction was unfolding in the kitchen where he last seen his only younger brother.