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Late One Night.

Chapter 11.

"Clear your mind... Focus your emotion... Let your Ki flow into the river that is your body and soul." Master Splinter instructed of his two current pupils as they sat by the water, back in the comfort of the lair, the working and in one piece lair.

Dean regained himself for the umpteenth time in the past hour before he fell asleep, however this time not going unnoticed; Master Splinter picking up his walking stick and followed to wack the human upon the head for his disrespect of the art. "Ow, the fuck that for?!" the words leaving the hunters mouth without going through his brain earning himself another wack in response, hand going to rub his now sore head while shifting his legs to cross the other way, unlike him, they were asleep.

Chuckling from the second pupil caused the rat opened his eyes to scold as he proceeded to then wack the other upon the head.

"Owww."

It was evening the next day, the evens of the past week added to the pages that were both the Humans and the Turtles strangely normal lives. After rescuing Michelangelo, Dean escorted the shifter away from the brothers and rat to deal the final touch as they tended to their family member, momentarily forgetting the hunters in the progress. It was all the time they needed to rid the world of yet another monster. It was also enough time for them to burn the dead corpse and return to the group. The turtle's didn't need to see that part of the job. What they had seen of the world of bump in the night was enough for now.

They weren't ready for that, not just yet.

Despite what happened, things returned pretty much back to normal for the underground beings of New York. The hunters on the other hand had intended for a few hours sleep before hitting the endless road, putting the state in their rear view mirror, moving on to a next hunt however the turtles decided otherwise; insisting they return in the afternoon for a last get together and a dinner.

Donatello had wanted to do some minor upgrades to some of the hunters gear to better future hunts and trade some tech knowledge around. Leonardo wanted to share tips and information, numbers and what not for aid in the future if something like this was to show up once more, to better defend the city from the shadows.

Needless to say that sadly for Dean, he got put on Master Splinter's meditation class. The rat worried about the wild anger and blinding self destructive nature of the human. The rat wanted to help calm the hunter while showing techniques to help hereafter.

Placing his walking stick down once more, he crossed his arms. "That was for your lack of focus; while I may have ignore the other near misses, allow you extra lenience for not having the training that my sons have, you are trying my patience. As for you Michelangelo; I am still annoyed you ate the left over pizza that I was going to have for breakfast despite the amount you ate after we got you safely home once more."

"Hay! You snooze, you lose, Master!" the orange headed turtle retaliated. "Plus what can I say; the Pizza Master is back!" the turtle moving his arms about in dancing motion as he swayed from side to side while sitting. His father all but face palming in complete frustration at the sight. "Still can't believe he refused to eat pizza! My gosh, the day I refuse pizza is the day Donnie has to put me down. I made him promise on all our lives!"

"I TOLD YOU THAT DON'T COUNT; I WAS IN A MIDDLE OF A VERY DELICATE EXPERIMENT AT THE TIME!" the turtle in question angry yelled in response from the other side of the lair where he was talking with Sam.

"Now we all know to kill him if he doesn't eat...and it'll be my pleasure." Raphael muttered out loud, lifting weights one by one. Michelangelo merely giggled to himself; resulting in yet another hit over the head. A small, almost untraceable smile lining the rats face afore clapping his hands for his pupils to return to focus.

Donatello held up a Shell Cell to the young hunter. "So I figured instead of handing out our numbers, let alone every time we change them, I modified this baby for you guys. I've programmed in the numbers for all five us as well as for Casey and April. And Via a secure connection I can auto change it at any time."

Even known he had only known the turtle for a couple of days; the genius of this one, given the time and a cause, always managed to impress Sam. This for instance, was yet another one of them moments. "Woa...that's...pretty impressive. Good idea actually, considering the amount of times Dean and I have to change our numbers."

The turtle shrugged as he pulled another one from a duffle bag of his own afore handing the bag and both cells over to the hunter. 'It was nothing, really. Just a change here, an addition there...' "That's also why I whipped it up for you guys. Hope this helps your cause."

It was then that Leonardo landed soundlessly upon the lairs floor, holding a camera of his own. "Alright guys; I know yesterday was just a mock but I really do want a picture. Casey and April just arrived with the Pizza so when the elevator lands were taking a picture then eating."

There was no denying the hatred in the sigh that escaped the elder hunter's mouth. "Sam; I'm killing you myself when we're finished here for that plan." The lair erupting in laughter that Dean would normally associate with something of an 'after school special'.

Needless to say it was when the two love birds arrived, Casey calling 'pizza barge' before looking around. "What we miss?"

...The end...?