I'm gonna start doing these 'previously on' thingies when ever it's the same scene as the one in the last chapter continued. And so here it goes.

Previously on Impossible:

A flicker of doubt passed through the amber orbs of his lover. "What is it, Lee?"

'Deep breath in, and let it out.'

"I'm pregnant."


Chapter 4

"I'm pregnant."

With those two little words, Raphael could feel his soul jerk and fall of a ledge. His heart was beating faster; it was beating so loud that it drowned out all the noise that he had heard before those two words. So small, so innocent, and that was what made it an atomic bomb. The edges of his vision started to cloud in darkness and his vision started to get blurry, Leo's face the only beacon of light in Raphael's darkness. The hand on his lover's cheek had stopped its light caressing and had frozen in place. His eyes were wide and the pupils were mere pin pricks. His mind was clouded with different scenarios, different reasons as to why this was happening. How could it? They were males. It wasn't possible.

Raphael tried to control his short, quick breathing, trying to concentrate on Leonardo's face that held so many emotions. He was nervous, anxious, but most of all, scared. Scared of his reaction. Raphael couldn't fuck this up. But deep down, an animal instinct was triggered in his brain that traveled throughout his whole body. Fight or flight. Either face Leo and go through this together or run. His blood seemed to pump harder as his body snapped itself backwards as if it had been burned. His legs made his decision. To run. To run out of their room. To run out of the lair. To run like the coward he was. Leaving behind a bigger mess than what had started. The sewer air slapped at his face as Raphael's mind followed with his body. He needed to think.


Leonardo stared at the quickly retreating turtle. Time couldn't have gone slower to spare his heart from breaking as he watched his mate run away, from him.

Leonardo shed silent tears as he kept watching the door, half-hoping for Raphael to return, half-hoping for Death to come and spare him from this punishment. His heart was cracked glass. Never before had he felt this. Not even when he started developing feelings for Raphael.

His beak started to get stuffy, as the endless eternity of watching the opened door got to him, and he fell upon the pillows of their bed. Would it even be considered their's after this? Would Raphael ever come back?

'Does he truly love me to accept this?' was the heart-broken leader's lone thought against a sea of salty tears as his mind slipped to unconsciousness.


His internal clock awoke him from a dreamless slumber. A leaf green hand shifted from the strewn covers to rub at the closed royal blue eyes. The hand was met with a dry sticky substance. Confused, blue eyes opened to be met with an empty room. The young turtle sat up slowly, a hand holding onto his lower stomach subconsciously. He looked around him, not seeing any sign of his lover. Confused he looked at the waterfall of light that emerged from the opened bedroom door. And then the events of last night flooded inside him.

Leonardo chocked on air as another fresh wave of tears returned. Raphael was not back. And Leo was left alone.

He wiped the tears away as his mouth seemed to turn into a dry, unforgiving desert from the sadness that seemed to be rooted into his soul. Long, leaf green legs stood shakily as their owner stumbled blindly to the one person that could keep him sane after what transpired the night before.


He had heard him before his eldest son entered.

Master Splinter smiled gently and frowned soon after as he felt his sons aura radiate sadness and longing, accompanied by the occasional sniffle. He opened his eyes to be met with the younger's puffy red eyes. Leonardo looked so heart-broken just then. The last time the old rat had seen his son like this was when he was eight, and that was merely younger Leonardo having tripped on the training mat and hitting the training weapons, all falling onto the unsuspecting child. He had cried then, and soon the day after was better. Now, Splinter was not so sure if this was like any of those days.

Instinctively, Splinter held his arms out and time was not wasted as his son rushed to his father's embrace, slouching towards his waist as he held on to him, sniffling and chocking as the tears fell. He let most of the body raking tears continue before speaking. "My son," he called softly from the top of the mutants head, "what has happened?"

The aged rat waited patiently for his son to regain his voice, his body tense and heavy. And after clearing his voice to make his explanation understandable, Leonardo told him of what had transpired the night before. Hamato Splinter patiently listened. In his mind, he knew both of his sons were terrified. Mother Nature was playing with Leonardo's body and both had never thought of the impossible. None of them did. But in Raphael's case, he was to be the father and had not thought of having biological children himself as being possible in his case and had only reacted how any other man would have. Master Splinter knew his son would never leave them. Leonardo knew this as well. It was one of the qualities that Raphael possessed that was greater than that from his brother's. But in Leo's state, Leonardo had doubted that aspect of Raphael. It was not their fault. Their bodies were merely adapting to their fates.

After the tearful explanation, Master Splinter waited for his son to recollect himself before asking, " My son, why are you upset over this?"

This halted most of the sniffles as he saw a confused brow line his sons forehead. Leonardo tilted his head up to look at his father's warm eyes. He sputtered as he responded. "B-but S-sensei," his voice cracked sending a tug on his father's heart strings, "R-raph just... h-he just... left." A new flood of fresh tears raced down the turtle's beak. "H-how can I not b-be upset." He chocked and sniffled before continuing. "He... h-he didn't even say anything."

The young master closed his eyes as the tears continued, before being stopped by a brush of a furry, four fingered hand. His eyes opened to see the calm and understanding orbs of the elder master. "Leonardo, my son, I understand you are upset. And even more: you are frightened of what is to come in the near future." Leonardo's head lowered slightly before Master Splinter took his chin in his hand and raised the young master' head to meet his face and his soft words. "It had taken you a while to accept this, and it had taken a while for you to tell your brother. Now it is he that needs that time."

Master Splinter watched as realization flickered through the blue eyes of his son. After a moment, the old master saw as the doubt and sadness dissipated and new hope fill those young wise eyes. He would be okay, he knew it.

But they as one was a mystery to the aged mutant.


Days passed and Leonardo felt anxious. Like the changing of the seasons, the days turned to a week and he became lonely. And like the falling petals of autumn to the cruel emptiness of winter, Leonardo became hopeless.

If it had not been for his families' constant vigil, Leonardo would be looking the city over and under himself. But his unexpected pregnancy prevented him from doing too much movement. If only Raphael were home. If only Leo had not said anything...

If only the baby never existed...

Leonardo's heart clenched at the thought as he brought both hands up to his lower plastron as a way to ask forgiveness of the small life growing inside him. His vision blurred as hot tears streaked down the sides of his beak and to the space between his skin and plastron.

No, he wouldn't give the baby away. He wouldn't have the heart to give away their child.

Their child.

Leonardo nearly smiled at the thought before remembering that his other was not there. He turned his head sideways to his lover's pillow and smelled the fading scent.

'Where could he be?'


Michelangelo watched the walking dead head for the kitchen and emerge with his hands full of pepperoni, cheese, and crackers. Leonardo sat readily in his permanent seat for every night. Down in the sofa on the far left side with his head turned to the robotic door. How much the youngest master wished he didn't have to see his brother this way. It reminded him much of how Raphael acted in the first few months Leonardo had left for his supposed training in the jungles of Central America. That is until he disappeared every night and became much more explosive in his anger. But Michelangelo could always see the hurt inside that his older brother had gone through in those two years. But Leonardo's case seemed much more pitiful.

Michelangelo knew his brother. After all, he had learned to understand Raphael like the back of his hand. Fire was such an unpredictable natural element that needed the right amount of strokes to calm its rage.

Raphael will come. It was in his nature. And if there was one thing Michelangelo admired most of his hot tempered, angst older brother was that he never turned his back when his family needed him. He never turned his back on anyone.

An olive green hand appeared at his shoulder, its owner coming beside him to watch their older brother with sad eyes.

"When is he coming back?" Michelangelo whispered, breaking the silence that had taken root so many times before.

The green mutant turned his head to him. He sighed at the look his baby brother had on the scene before them. "I don't know, Mike."

Donatello was taken aback at the steel that entered his younger brother's gaze as those baby blue eyes turned to him with ice. "Well he better." He waved a hand towards the couch. "'Cause this isn't good for Leo or the baby. It's killing Leo from the inside." Michelangelo could barely keep his voice down so his blue banded brother could not hear, but the anger that he felt for his hot tempered brother to be gone so long, he just couldn't take it anymore.

He walked passed Donnie, heading for the training room to blow of the steam he rarely felt from anger. Before he could be any farther, he heard Donatello whisper to his departing figure in a sad tone. "I know."


Time seemed more like the changing of seasons, as the last brown leaf fell and the tree was engulfed in the coldness of winter. This was how Leonardo felt in the inside, his heart stinging from the cold as ever fresh tears arrived nonstop. 'Why'd he have to leave?' he would ask himself. 'Does he really not want the child? Is this were we end?'

Leonardo could feel the stares that his family gave him as Casey whispered to his brother's, though quietly, but Leo's hearing could still pick up those treacherous words. "Sorry guys. Haven't seen Raph yet."

A furry hand fell upon his shoulder and Leonardo had to keep himself from brushing it away. "I'm fine," came his raspy voice to the silent question. He stood up, the once comforting hand falling in the process. Leo brushed away the tears and stood straighter, heading for his room.

On the bed he lay alone and unwanted. So many questions swarmed in his mind and Leonardo had to keep himself from vomiting at the sickness that it brought to his heart. His head laid on his pillow, the scent finally gone from the past two weeks he had last been there.

Plan after plan flashed through his head. Strategy upon strategy on what he was to do. Donatello had lectured him on pregnancy, at least the human kind. Leo knew he had to be healthy in mind and in body, or his heartache could affect the small creature growing inside him. He had to do something. He couldn't stand sitting on his bum when the only person that could make him feel better was out there. Leonardo frowned and sat up. He really couldn't stay here. If anyone was to find him it would be him.

Mind made up, Leonardo set towards the door, remembering to grab his gear. Before sliding the katana's in their holsters, he looked at his reflection, silently ordering himself. He couldn't do much physical work in his state. But just one look around. He had to be there. The place that they called their's when they were in one of their most intimate moments.

'Just one look. I have to know.' With that last thought in mind, Leonardo made his way towards the exit as quietly as he could as to not disturb his family.

The wall slid shut behind him and he raced to the nearest manhole cover as cautiously and carefully as he could, not catching the eldest member of his strange family silently encourage him.

'Good luck, my son.'


Leonardo felt the wind flap at his bandanna tails as he jumped across the narrowest and shortest buildings, keeping his leaf green body in the shadow's. It had been so long since he last had gone to the surface world, instead he had spent it in cravings, morning sickness, and ice scream sundae's. Looking back at the two weeks Leonardo scoffed at how pathetic he must have been. But then again, he blamed it on the so called mood swings.

His royal blue eyes fell on the horizon, eyes dead centered on the one building that was forgotten of and never spared of more than a glance. It had been the perfect meeting place in the time their family didn't know of their relationship. The spot also served as an excuse to use on his two younger brother's in their usual patrol of the city. Not many robberies took place there. Nor gangs that wished to cook up trouble. It was the perfect alone place they had.

One more hop across a slightly higher building and Leonardo was standing across the intricate designs of the small table and the rusting garden chairs. His breaths came in short, rapid pants from the long distance, his legs shacking from the work out. He was never this tired when he came here. The small person inside him reminded him otherwise of the ways of pregnancy.

He crossed the old roof and sat on his usual seat when they would meet here. He breathed in the air, catching a familiar smell before it was gone. He had been here, not so long ago. It ignited a hopeful fire inside the blue banded leader as his nerve's calmed a bit. He knew that if Raph had been there, then he must be deciding on what to do. It brought both joy and nervousness at his current situation. Leonardo just hoped that Raphael had positive thoughts on this and not the opposite.

Before Leonardo could drift away in peaceful meditation, he felt the gaze of someone staring at him. His eyes groggily opened and looked around, but found no body in the shadow's, no gleam of an iris. The anticipation of what was to happen next took root in his heart until glass breaking was caught by his ear slits. Forgetting of the unyielding gaze that he could feel following him, he went over to the ridge of the building and looked over. Men in black filled his vision as they hurriedly made their way across the street to the alley directly bellow him, flashes of purple dragon tattoo's gleaming dangerously in the light. Purple Dragon's-just what a pregnant turtle needed.

Sighing at his luck, Leonardo took one last look around before he merged with the alley's shadow's and waited for his prey to arrive.

A dozen men answered the call as they stopped deep in the alley, not noticing the shadow's shift before a blade swung expertly at the man closest to the shadowed wall's. The man's companions heard the slice of blade on skin as the thin man that had been with them dropped into the light, blood oozing from his neck and the bag of goodies lying neatly on the floor. The leader of the group stepped up, slinging the dirty bag to the floor and bringing out a hand gun, his companion's following suit with their own range of weapon's: bats, knives, and more guns. Either courage or stupidity possessed the man to take one more step towards the shadow's, gun pointing forward as his raspy voice filled the alley, "Who evah yeh ar', yeh got a lo' o' balls messin' with us."

Leonardo frowned at the obvious attempt of a warning. Such dishonorable pests did not frighten him the least. A nagging from his abdomen reminded that he still needed to be cautious. The master ninja emerged from behind the group and knocked down the closest man to him before merging with the darkness once more.

The men snapped to the large thump of an unconscious body hitting the floor. The leader snarled and pushed at the other's to stand by the fallen member. One look at the once alive teammate brought a frown to his lips as he looked into the shadow's. "All right yeh bastard. Come out an' fight like a man!"

Leonardo grinned cockily, sneaking around the group for the best place to jump in to the middle of the crooked circle that had formed among the Purple Dragon's. The feeling from before was still there, and Leonardo glanced momentarily upwards at the roof of the building the small table and chair's were, catching the retreat of a fluttering darkness. He shook his head and jumped down on his prey.

All the men turned to him, the leader's voice cutting like a blade through the silence. "It's one of 'em freaks Hun's been talkin' about. Kill 'im and you'll be famous."

With that, the fight started.

Leonardo loved the stretch of his muscles as he dodged and delivered at each of the gang members. He twirled and jumped. Flew and swiped. He was no match for the groups pea sized brains. Leonardo was their unmatched opponent, and it was a loosing battle for them.

Two member's had been brought down expertly, a third joining them before Leonardo started to feel tired. This was the last thing he needed. Before long, he had backed himself to a corner, breath coming heavily and lungs straining for oxygen. The member's were surprised by this, having heard so much of the leader in blue but still keeping up at their sloppy yet powerful attacks. Leonardo was loosing ground fast, his vision fading to blackness at the corner's. His muscles started to give out. And for once his trusty katana's were weighing him down. The panicking mutant had to do something, quick. He spared small glances all around him, trying to find the best way to leave unscathed. A knife came in too close for comfort near his abdomen, and out of reflex a katana came down on the unlucky street rat. One man down, four more still surrounded him. Two were giants and physically fit, another was scrawny and the leader was fit and mid-built. Leo's eyes roamed on the gun on the man's hip, knowing that if he wasn't careful it could cost both his life and the baby's. But the fight didn't seem to slow down the least, and the only exit from his position was up, and to go up he needed to jump without four men nearly on top of him. Without noticing it, the leader moved back, taken aim, and shot both katana's out of the leaders grasp. Leonardo's eyes widened and the two largest of the group grabbed a hold of his arms, bringing down the struggling terrapin down to his knees. The scrawniest member stood behind the leader, blood running down his nose as he held the bat with support from the ground. The leader sneered and neared the turtle, gun pointing straight at the unlucky turtle's forehead.

"Now now, turtle," he spat out, "yeh don' want mah fingah ta slip do yah." Leonardo's struggling ceased as the gun came closer. He was trapped. And the worst was that they knew it too.

The scrawny member stepped up, a mischievous glint in his light brown eyes. His voice indicated that he could be no older than seventeen-still a teenager and probably a new member for the old gang. "This is the blue banded one, sir. The leader. Shouldn't we take 'im to Hun first."

The leader looked at the boy momentarily, no malice in his eyes but appreciation that the boy was not a failure. "Good job, Bastian. But ah think ah I know what ah'm doin.'" He turned back to the leader in blue. "The othah bastards will come fo' their leadah. Yeh know how the whole honor code o' their's is. Sooner o' later they'll have ta come out." With that, his finger hovered ever closer to the trigger. "Nighty-night freak."

Leonardo closed his eyes, not wanting to see his end and failure at protecting his child. His mind was getting cloudier by the second in preparation for the shot. But it never came.

His attackers were ripped out of their holds on him, releasing Leonardo to meet the ground. He only had enough time to thrust out his hands in front of him to semi-cushion his fall. He took deep breaths as the sounds of battle continued in front of him. He raised his head up to look at the scene before him, vision blurry. He was able to make out a green, hazy figure cloaked in darkness taking down the last of the Purple Dragons. One by one, each member fell in a bloodied and battered mess. The sounds of siren's neared, but they sounded like they were on the other side of a waterfall to Leonardo.

His savior came closer, familiar eyes staring down at him. They took the tired leader in their strong arms. Leonardo frowned. Familiar, strong arms. He stared up at the figure's face, catching emerald green skin, a bright red mask, and liquid gold eyes. The description was familiar, yet the fallen leader's consciousness was thinning to the oblivion of darkness, eyes slipping shut.

Before he was lost from consciousness, he heard a familiar voice call out his name. "Leo."


Leonardo returned to the world of the aware, but only momentarily. He could feel the coolness of the bed he was in and the bright light that shined through his eyelids. He could hear two voices in the background, one smart and shy and the other deep and calm.

"So how is he, Don."

"By my calculations, Leo's fine. He just fainted from exhaustion, that's all."

"And t-the baby?"

"There wasn't any blood when I checked him. The baby might be alright. Leo just can't pull a stunt like that again."

"Got it."

Leo's mind slipped to the realm of dreams once more, confused and tired.


When Leonardo awoke again, his head was in pain as he sat up. He grabbed at his temples, massaging them until the headache ceased. Voices came from a door, and Leo opened his eyes to be met with Don's lab. A look across at the table with stained towels in blood reminded him of his fight with the Purple Dragon's. Panic arose as his arms wrapped around his abdomen, fearing the worst. He vaguely remembered Donnie saying that the baby was a right. It felt like a dream. But Leonardo was careful none the less as he made his way towards the closed door.

He stopped once he reached to old thing and listened to the voice's. They were all his family. But one in particular caused anger to fill him. No, Leonardo was not angry. He was straight pissed the shell off.

He opened the door and didn't bother to close it as he marched towards the small group in the living area. The object of his torture for the past two weeks had his back turned to him. The other members of his family caught sight of Leonardo and were about to greet him when they saw the furious look on his face and stepped back from the turtle in red.

"HAMATO RAPHAEL FIRENZI," Leonardo screamed. His brother turned to him completely before his face was met with a harsh slap that resounded against the lair's walls.

Silence settled upon the lair as the couple was watched by the rest of their family. Raphael's eyes were wide with shock as they stared at Leonardo's narrowed, angry eyes.

Leonardo continued despite the deathly silence that continued. "You asshole," he started slowly in a low tone as his voice escalated in venom, "you LEFT ME! Why'd you leave like that? I've been worried sick." His eyes turned a little misty but the angry turtle paid it no mind as his eyes remained locked with the other ninja turtles'. "I-I thought you weren't coming back." His voice cracked in the end and the start of new tears slipped from his now sad eyes.

Raphael absorbed the slap and the yell, knowing that he deserved each one. He waited for Leo to continue and when his lover didn't he brought him into a hug, thankful that the pregnant turtle didn't push him away. "Leo," he called softly looking down at the turtle in his arms, waiting patiently for his brother to look up at him before continuing. "Leo, I will always come back. No matter what." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I know yer angry. Furious actually. An' I'm sorry I left." He opened his eyes, an apologetic look in his amber orbs. He wiped Leo's tears away gently, forgetting the stares that were given to them. "But I do want to make this work." His hands rested on Leo's abdomen, and the soft, gentle strokes that he was given brought more tears into Leo's eyes, this time of relief. "Can I still be a part o' this?" he asked softly.

Leo looked up into his mate's eyes, a wavering smile turning solid as he answered in a shaking voice. "Of course you can Raphael. You always will be." With those last words, the family waiting in the background sighed as the two shared a deep, meaningful kiss.


This was probably the longest chapter I have written so far. I apologize for the long wait but I had school and brain farts on this chapter. And then I cut scene's in half and then I was brainstorming on how I want their kid/kids to be. Here's a spoiler alert on the story: this is going to be all on Leo's pregnancy and an epilogue at the end, plus you guys will only find out how may kids they would actually have in the end. But I assure you that the idea will be taken full advantage of and I'm thinking of also making it into a saga. But the action and adventure come later on.

I also have an alternate ending for this chapter. Think I should do it?

TurtleGarg81: Thanks for the extra tips. Pregnancy is still very hard to write about when you have't gone through it. 'Movements from the outside' reaction: IT'S ALIIIIVVVEEEE! Leo's pregnancy would be an exciting one, I'll tell you that.

dondena: Well you have a point. And it has been a year since I last saw the 2k3 series. Thing is that the story line would center on the events of 2k3 and the 2k7 movie. But the only thing that I will keep are the color eyes, Shell Raiser and much later on a certain someone's obsession. The one-shot will be called "The Ring" and I will post it after I finish this story. Unless I change the title. I'll tell you guys in the epilogue.

jordy snordy angels: Thank you for the small tip. I'll be using it later. (*puts hands together evily*) MWAHAHAHAHA-*coughcough* (Okay who left the window opened!)

I'm actually surprised at how much people seem to share the same idea. Especially in the children part for this story.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! AND HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!