OK, you'll recognize this first scene.

I don't own TMNT.

IT'S THE FINALE!

Now just to tie up the loose ends and in advance, I'm sorry for what I did to Splinter but he'll play a big role in the final story and I know that the whole CaseyXRobyn romance is barely there. I'm sorry! But I don't like romance! And NO, Robyn does not know the turtles! Maybe she will in the future, but I doubt it.

You know what, I'll leave that up to you guys. Your choice


Thunder shook the windows of the old farmhouse that time had forgotten, while lightning flashed across its windowed eyes. The fire place burned bright against the dark air surrounding it and a lone figure sat in the corner, a book in his lap though he could hardly see the words on either of the open pages with the little light that the burning wood gave off.

Creak.

Casey glanced up as a splash of red entered his vision, "Hey Raph? The others ok?"

The red banded turtle stepped into the light, the flames throwing shadows across his dark green skin, "Yeah, everyone's good. Leo's meditating so he may as well be asleep, what a boring roommate."

Raph's golden eyes lingered over the remainder of the burnt skin that decorated a scar on the left side of his best human friend's face and shuddered away the memories. He forced his eyes to look to the side but then his breath slightly caught as he spotted the figure laying on the ragged couch they had set up a few weeks ago.

"Our patient doing well?" Raph asked, walking over to the sleeping figure.

Casey followed his turtle friend's line of sight and smiled, "Yeah. Just fine."

This was one thing that Raph found hard. It was like he had to gather all his pride, which was easy, and then balance it all on a pedestal 30,000 feet in the air that was as thick as a single sewing needle. Needless to say, before he could even reach out, he found himself back on the stairs and already half way up.

He hesitated for a second, and gave in. He turned and looked back at the woman on the couch, her hair red, matching the fire's flames and he knew her green eyes, he had seen them so many times before.

"April," he whispered, before turning away and climbing the stairs again.

He passed a second floor window when his eyes caught something outside. Oh, it was just a squirrel. Thank goodness. They had already run away from New York because of the Foot and now they were one brother short…

The red clad turtle shook his head, ridding his mind of the image of the exploding fire that had once been their home and his little brother's scream…

He closed his eyes and didn't open them again until he was back inside his room.

Unbeknownst to them, outside, in the back of the pick-up truck that Casey had drove out there, another familiar red masked being grinned in the dim moonlight, his red mask dripped with droplets of blue and an orange mask curled around his fist.

One down…three to kill.

Well Malkin, we'll see.


"How is she?" Leo asked, coming out of his meditation as Raphael entered the attic where the four turtles would be sleeping for the night.

Raph waved his hand in the air dismissively, "She's fine. Where are they at?"

Leo nudged his head towards the window, saying a single word, "Rooftop."

Raph nodded and walked across the room to poke his out the window. A slight turn of his head made his eyes rest on the two turtles sitting on the edge of the rooftop. Neither of them were saying anything.

"Hey bros, not to play Fearless Leader or anything, but you two could catch colds out here. Get back in this house!"

Strangely, the two rooftop sitters did as they were told, slipping back in through the window. Mikey shivered as he stepped back inside and Raph put out a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Now, who's bright idea was it to sit outside in the middle of a storm!" Raph whispered harshly, a way to raise his voice without risking waking up Robyn downstairs.

"Sorry," Don muttered.

Leo opened his eyes from his meditation, completely abandoning the thought of it for the night and spoke up, "Casey's asleep."

"How do you know?" Mikey asked.

Leo held up a hand for silence and the room fell quiet.

Snores came from downstairs, floating up into the rafters of the attic ceiling.

"Oh, OK."

"Come on, sit down, we have many things to share."

Mikey walked over immediately. When Leo noticed the shivering coming from his youngest brother, he turned and pulled a blanket off of the closest bed, quickly draping it over Mikey's shoulders. The orange banded turtle smiled in thanks and then glanced at Raph and Don. Raphael turned and closed the window. Idiots going outside during this winter storm and then leaving the window open! He took a deep breath and then turned to the sitting turtles.

"Any luck?" he asked, half looking away at an empty spider web in the nearest corner of the ceiling.

Leo's eyes fell, "I haven't been able to reach him."

Luckily, Raph had made a short half-step backwards, so his flying fist hit the wall instead of the window. Hopefully that hadn't woken anyone up.

"Shell. I knew I should've gone with you."

"No," Leo said stoutly.

"We all should've gone," Mikey said, feeling too run down to throw a glance anywhere other than the floor.

Raph's glare turned to Leo, who nodded his head in acceptance, although he wouldn't have wished his brothers be caught in that fire under any circumstances. Perhaps he should've picked a different ship to return home on-

"NO! STOP!" Leo yelled at himself in his head.

It was done. He couldn't go back and change anything. All that mattered right now was right now. They would find their father. Done breathing out his anger, Raph joined the growing group of turtles. They all looked to Don, who had been quiet.

"Donatello, please join us," Leo requested.

Don just kept staring at the floor, he didn't want to meet any of their eyes. Leo. He was sure he would never come back. That he had really left them for good. He had did it before. So what made him come back this time?

"Don, we need some answers," Raph said, clearer than he had ever said anything, "First we come home to a Foot invasion, then you appear with more Foot, then Mikey said he saw-"

"Shredder," Don said, finishing his sentence for him.

Raph hated when people did that. The only thing that was worse was when they started them for you too. It was starting to become a pet peeve.

"Mind explaining?" the blue masked turtle asked quietly, nearly whispering it.

His voice. It made something spark. Don's fury, that had been recently quieted by a caring little brother and the necessity of ensuring that his family was safe, was returning.

Here was Leo.

So, what happened now?

The purple clad turtle walked over to the group, and sat down, opposite from their once long gone brother. Finally, he raised his eyes to meet Raph's and Leo's, given Mikey's were still on the floor, he was obviously tired.

"Donatello," Leo growled, narrowing his eyes at his younger brother.

Don growled himself and lowered his eyes again. He would NOT speak.

"Don," Raph said, throwing his own growl into the mess of sounds, "You better start talking."

A hand on his shoulder made the red masked turtle redirect his gaze at his blue masked brother.

"They're both obviously tired. Mikey, Don, go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

Mikey gratefully nodded his head and slumped-crawled to his bed, falling asleep about two inches from his head hitting his pillow. Don walked like a robot until he was sleeping strait on his back, eyelids closed but obviously glaring at the ceiling of the warm attic behind them.

"Didn't you want answers?" Raph asked, as Leo got up and walked over to Mikey.

"I'll get them in the morning," the eldest said with a shrug.

A quick glance to Raph and then to Mikey from the leader had the red banded turtle getting up, walking over and scooping up his little brother while Leo pulled back the blankets. After making sure both Donatello and Michelangelo were asleep. Leo motioned to the corner of the attic, where the red and blue banded turtles sat down.

Leonardo returned to his meditation stance, "Come on, we'll try to reach him together."

Raph bit back a sigh, he wasn't good at this spirit stuff. He hated meditating, although-He glanced quickly out the window, watching lightning dance across the dark sky. It was something comforting to him. Some kids were scared of storms. Maybe he had been once, but he knew they didn't fill him with fear now. Leo opened his eyes from his meditation and followed Raph's gaze to the sky outside the window.

"There's no moon," Raph whispered, wondering why the heck that was important or why he had pointed that out in the first place.

Whether his older brother was humoring him or was true in his actions, Leo redirected his eyes where the moon was supposed to be and said, "You're right."

The eldest waited a for seconds before closing his eyes again, going over what had happened and what could be done to prevent history from repeating itself, he was also convincing himself that nothing could be changed, so he couldn't dwell on the past. He had just recently gotten that out of his system during his training in Central America.

It was the one thing humans, and even the mutants in their own family couldn't seem to accept.

The past was the past.

It was there. You couldn't take back an action you had already completed. You had to accept whatever happened and move on. His brother was struggling with that.

Well…

Don would come around.

After all, he had before.

Hours of meditation lead to nothing for either of the two still conscious turtles, so with a half relieved and half irritated sigh, Leo went to bed, but Raph found himself still staring out at the storm, although it was much lighter in intensity than it had been before, his amber eyes searching for the thin line that circled the great stone body of the moon. It only took about three more minutes before the rain reduced its beats to a simple tap tap every three seconds. The grey clouds thinned and the moon pushed its way through the slight darkness, continuing to reflect the light it was receiving from the sun.

Raph closed his eyes, maybe he should go to sleep, he obviously wasn't getting anywhere as of right now. Before he could move though, a quiet mumbling made him focus on his orange banded brother, who was rising up from his own bed. Hidden in the shadows, Raphael watched with curiosity and worry when Mikey grabbed at the felt turtles and felt rat that hung from his own leather belt. Hm, that box was still in his bag. As Mikey looked around, never noticing the red banded turtle on the far side of the room, Raph wondered if his baby brother had made similar gifts for Don, Leo and Splinter.

He shivered slightly, glad that Mikey now had his back to him. He would've noticed that. They hadn't found their father among the wreckage of that ship, so where was he?

Raph's thoughts were knocked out of his head when a large clap of leftover thunder from the storm woke them all up as it shook the house.

"Is that storm gone yet?" Don asked, irritated at being woken up.

Now he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep.

"Mikey, Raph, why are you two still up?" Leo asked.

"Still trying," Raph said, "And I ain't tired."

Leo accepted the answer a little hesitantly, after all, everyone needed sleep to live and since he had been gone for sometime, he wasn't sure if some form of insomnia had claimed the others recently.

"Mikey?"

The orange masked turtle shifted his feet slightly. They all knew that signal.

Something was wrong.

The eldest patted a spot on his bed and Mikey claimed it quickly.

"What's wrong?" the blue banded turtle asked, making his voice lighter and softer than it usually was.

Don growled/hissed under his breath and glanced out the window, it was only cloudy and he could find his way in the dark quite easily. Fully determined, he got out of bed, went to the window and climbed back out onto the roof. He needed to think. Think through this anger.

He wasn't expecting Leo to follow him but he grew stiff when he heard someone else walk up behind him.

"Chill Brainiac, Fearless is busy talking to Mike."

Don breathed half a sigh of relief when Raph sat down beside him, both of them letting their legs dangle slightly off of the side.

"So?" Don asked slowly.

"Talk," Raph ordered, "Before we lose you."

"I'm angry."

"Really?" the red banded turtle asked sarcastically, raising an imaginary eyebrow.

Don glared at him in return, "I just feel-"

"Like you want to run up, hug him, ask why he left us again, then promptly throw him across the room."

Don's shocked face was all Raph needed to see. He smirked at that expression until the purple clad turtle's face fell into a frown.

"I don't want to be angry."

"No one does Donny. Not even me."

"I thought you liked being angry."

Raph shrugged and leaned back, staring up at the stars that were beginning to peak their way out of the dark gray clouds, "Well when I'm angry I can never know if I am happy, because of the simple fact, that I'm already angry. So I can't tell you. You're asking the wrong turtle."

Silence. A long silence.

Raph sighed and sat up again, turning his determined eyes on his brother, "Look Don, I wish I could tell you all the right words that would make all this go away, but there aren't any. I wish I could tell you what to do, but I don't recommend it."

"Do what?"

"Don, I nearly killed Leo, that was the thing that snapped me back into my senses, and if you and Leo do the same stupid things, I hope you're a lot smarter than I was. Don't be me when it comes to this Don. Don't be the cowards that he and I both were. "

With no words remaining in his head, Raphael slipped back inside the attic, shaking off the few droplets of water that had covered him on the way.

"Mikey?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. Leo was still in his bed, hunched over, his hands curled into fists and shaking. Mikey had a hand on his shoulder, though the look the youngest turtle wore was one of anger, not sympathetic care.

"What's going on?"

Mikey and Leo spoke one word in unison:

"Malkin."

"What do you mean? He's long gone," Raph said, crossing his arms over his plastron, his posture and stare that all girls, if they liked mutant turtles, would fall for.

"He's taken control of the Foot from Karai. Tatsu returned and the Shredder's back," Don said, finishing up the missing information as he slipped back through the window.

"He's supposed to be dead," Mikey said, "I shot him, I fought him, I burned his body! He should be dead!"

Leo gulped in the storm sprinkled air and looked up to rest a hand on Mikey's slightly shaking shoulder, "We'll be OK Mikey."

"I hope so Leo."

"We should ALL go to sleep," Leo said, longingly staring out the window which Don was leaning against until he caught the stare and went back to his own bed.

"I-I, I'm going to go for a walk," Mikey said, "I can't sleep, not now."

"You're not going alone," Leo said with a glare.

"I'll be careful," Mikey pleaded.

"I'll go with him Leo," Raph volunteered, "I don't know what it is about today, I just ain't tired."

"But-"

Raph's glare cut off Leo's rant and the hot headed turtle tilted his head towards the pretending-to-be-sleeping Donatello. The eldest's face showed surprise, but then melted into understanding and he nodded.

When both Raph and Mikey had climbed out the window and disappeared into the black woods, the blue banded turtle felt a needle in his heart. Letting them out of his sight now was…

He didn't even want to think it!

But then, there was another reason they had left. Leo's eyes trailed over to his still-pretending-to-be-sleeping younger brother.

"Donny?"

"Got to sleep Leo."

The eldest's eyes drew together in a 'fearless leader glare' but before he could speak his mind Donatello interrupted.

"You don't talk to me tonight and I'll tell you everything in the morning. OK?"

He didn't have to answer. Things just weren't peachy-keen. Half depressed and half tired, Leo turned onto his side and promptly fell asleep.

Ten minutes into the silence, Don opened his eyes and got to his feet, silently padding his way over to his brother's bedside. He stared down at the sleeping turtle and then reached into his belt, pulling out a small wrapped sheet of thick papers. He slid them under the pillow and then returned to his own bed. Maybe the letters would help clear things up.

Maybe.

For Donny, it wasn't but two minutes later, when a pair of three fingered, green hands wrapped themselves around his throat and a rag dusted with hay and gasoline was jammed into his open and gasping mouth.

(A/N: *Cue Donatello fans: NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DONNY? )

Don's eyes stared into a pair of golden amber, surrounded by a red mask of the purest crimson. His gaze drifted to the side for just a moment, seeking out his brother for help, but the bed was empty and a puddle of blood was laying where Leo had been. There was a trail of it leading to the door.

Leo had run, or at least dragged himself out.

The purple clad turtle's eyes returned to the golden ones as dark spots appeared before his eyes. His vision swam in blackness and he heard a scream downstairs. He couldn't breath, he couldn't smell, he couldn't see, the hay and gasoline had numbed his taste buds so he could no longer taste them on the cloth and of course he couldn't see.

He still felt though. Felt the rag in his mouth, felt the hands on his throat, felt his insides collapsing.

And among it all was the smell of blood, heat, metal and herbal tea.


*Stops narration and looks over at random Donatello fan having a heart attack*

Excuse me for a minute. CLEAR!

Beeeeeeeeeepppppp.

CLEAR!

Beeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp.

CLEAR!

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Sorry, but I've killed Leo enough, I nearly killed Raph in It's Not OK

I'm really truly sorry, but Don's the only turtle I haven't killed.

Now, back to the story.


"I'm not scared," Mikey said as his older brother slipped an arm over his shoulders.

"This is for me knucklehead, cause I sure am," Raph responded, his eyes fixated on the ground.

"Why Isn't he dead?" Mikey spat suddenly, stopping his walk, "I shot him multiple times, shot him multiple times again, broke his skull open and burned his body. Why isn't he dead!

"I don't know Mikey. Why aren't we dead?"

Mikey forced a fake-humorous-smile, "Because we're super awesome turtle super heroes?"

Raph found his own smile for a moment and then gestured back the way that they had come into the forest.

"Yeah, I want to go home. Where do you think Master Splinter is?"

"I wish I knew Mikey."


The instant the knife swooped down, the world ended for every creature in the room.

Mikey and Raph were frozen by the window, they had just stepped through it. Leo was hanging onto the doorknob of the door that lead downstairs with his leg ripped open from knee to ankle. Casey was in the middle of the room, his hands wrapped around a baseball bat, his hockey mask down, no shoes and a strange, half eaten carrot on top of his head.

There was blood, a rag, bits of hay on the ground and bed, a gasoline can tipped over on the floor and Don's eyes were staring up where he laid still on his bed.


NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

*Looks over to panicking readers and smirks.*


Above him was Malkin. One of the one the mad turtle's hands was laying gently on Don's throat and the other was below, haning just above the gas can.

Beside the bed were two unfamiliar gasps of deep breath as a knife flashed in the rich moonlight that lolled into the room like beach waves across undisturbed sand through the window. Red hair waved gently in a nonexistent warm breeze.

She held the butcher knife with leather glove covered hands as her green eyes wavered with her accelerated heartbeat. Skin Barbie doll pale white she backed up with a sickening sound of ripping flesh. She glanced down at blood and fell back.

Don blinked and lost control of his body. He pushed the mad turtle off the opposite side of the bed and chose to stare down at the red haired woman.

"She isn't April," he had to tell himself out loud.

She sat up and glanced up at the creature's life she had saved. She kept her shocked expression, she didn't smile.

"I'm Robyn. Robyn O'Neil."

Whereupon promptly, she passed out.


When the red head reopened her eyes she found herself back on the couch, catching sight of the morning sunrise coming in through the windows of the farmhouse living room.

"Hey, finally, you're up."

She turned her head to see Casey standing beside the couch.

She set a hand on her head, "I had the weirdest dream."

"Eh, that happens to me a lot, especially around this place. They say its haunted."

"My farmhouse isn't haunted."

"Yours?"

"Yes mine. As the remaining O'Neil sister I inherit it."

Casey shook his head then offered her his hand with a small smile, "Come on, let's head back to New York."

Robyn nodded and took the proffered hand, "Definitely."


He heard the truck drive off and turned to his red masked brother, "Your turn bro."

"What do you want Fearless?"

"Where do we go?" Don asked as the turtles came out from the forest trees and headed towards the farmhouse.

"Far away hopefully," Mikey said, glancing back into the forest.

"His ashes are sealed in a flooded underwater chamber Mikey. He isn't getting out, no matter what deal he makes with what devil," Don said, in an attempt to reassure his younger brother that Malkin wasn't coming back and that he had gotten over last night's fright.

"You're the one that reached him Raph," Leo said as the group reached the porch.

Raph sighed and crossed his arm, "Albany."

"What?" Mikey asked.

"Albany," Raph said again, "He's in Albany New York."

Leo motioned to the farmhouse.

Raph smirked, "Let's get ready to go bros. We're getting Master Splinter back!"


Tangled fur slid into puddles on the sidewalk.

Where was he?

How did he reach this place?

Who was he?

Someone shouted monster. He glanced down in the puddle.

The eyes of a giant, mutant rat stared back.

There were lights above him and people were shouting but he was not one of them. No. He remembered that he wasn't. Animal instinct kicked in and the rat ran and hid quickly in the nearest alley.

The lights and shouting people left hours later.

Where was he?

He didn't notice that blood was leaking from his skull.


YES! I'M DONE WITH THIS STORY! YAY!

Now, one story to finish and 6 to type up and post.

Read and review please!

Thank you!

~Moonsetta