Disclaimer: If I owned the ninja turtles, I would not be here writing fan fiction. I do not own the turtles or any associated characters or places. I make no money from this and I mean no harm. Please do not sue.

A/N: Holy cow, it's been a long wait on this one. For that I apologize. I recently received a little poking and prodding for this one, so I dusted off the next chapter and gave it a final edit. And here it is!
Just a reminder. Italics are used for character's thoughts and Leo's visions. It is rarely used for emphasis and then only for a word or two. I think you'll be able to figure out what it what. (especially if you have up to now!) Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Takeda smiled as he walked toward his prize. Amiah was his after all this time, all the time and resources he had put into this plan had finally borne fruit. Finally, all those who had laughed would pay. It had been unwise to cross Takeda before, now it was foolhardy. He chuckled to himself as he opened the door to the room containing his prize. Now that the being was here, was solid again, it would need to feed, just like any other corporeal being.

Amiah glared when Takeda opened the door. The leader of the Foot was probably lucky that looks, not even the ones of beings such as Amiah, could not kill. All the same, he entered the room with a good natured grin on his face.

"I am honored to be in your presence, oh exalted Amiah. I have been waiting for this day, and it is finally here." He bowed to the being in front of him. A small smirk crossed his face. The demon was not amused at being here, but that did not matter. He had raised it, ergo it was his to control. A gang member who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time was forced into the room. "For you, Amiah. I offer a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" The teen protested. "What the hell do you mean, sacrifice?"

The glare did not leave the being's face. This was wrong. This person was not the one with the power. If he truly thought he had control, he was soon going to find that he was very much mistaken. Amiah searched its memories, and knew that it had once relished the destruction and pain Takeda offered, but this person who had been brought as an apparent sacrifice was a poor choice at best. The choice of this being didn't affect Takeda in the least. Amiah ignored the man before it and the offering that still protested in the doorway. The demon turned away from the man who desired control he could never have.

It was only a matter of time...

Michelangelo and Leonardo were the first to arrive at the lair. Master Splinter was shocked by Leo's state. He was awake and alert, but had been badly shaken in the fall. Chances were the turtle had suffered a concussion. Quickly checking his son's eyes, Splinter became more sure of his initial assessment. It didn't help matters that the moment Leo was sitting down he became quite sleepy.

"Michelangelo, keep your brother awake. Whatever you do, do not let him fall asleep." Without another word, Splinter left the room to make some tea for his injured son. Upon his return, he wasn't entirely surprised to find that Leonardo was wide awake again and wondering as to the whereabouts of Donatello and Raphael.

"Mikey, we gotta find them. They might need us."

"We don't even know where to start looking for them." Mikey reasoned. "And you're in no shape to go looking for anyone anyway. They'll be home soon, I'm sure of it."

Leo wasn't convinced by his brothers words, but he knew that Mikey was right about one thing, he wasn't in any shape to help anyone at the moment, but that had never stopped him from trying. And he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Donatello and Raphael were arguing about something. Leo couldn't make out the words of the conversation that passed at faster than normal speeds, but the gestures made clear that there was some sort of argument going on. Raph crossed his arms and Don looked at the floor.

Leo wished he knew what the argument that hadn't yet taken place was been about. Both of his brothers had seemed upset in the vision, and Leo still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with one or both of them. But he took comfort in the fact that they were alive. He started to close his eyes and give into his body's want for sleep.

"Hey, Leo?" Mikey's brassy voice cut through his hazy, sleep-craving thoughts. "Want to play Space Destructors?" He offered a controller to the blue masked turtle.

"Nah."

"Well, you can't practice, and I can't let you go to sleep. I don't really have that many ideas about what you might want to do, bro."

Leo opened his eyes again and watched Mikey carefully, remembering his concussion and realizing that Michelangelo was right. If he was playing the game, there was much less risk of him falling asleep.

"Alright, I'll play, but not Space Destructors." Leo accepted the controller and couldn't help but smile at the big cheesy grin that came over Mikey's face.

When Raphael and Donatello walked in some time later, Master Splinter was surprised by the tension between the two brothers. There had rarely been any sort of tension between this particular pair, and in recent history it was almost unheard of. All the same, the tension was obvious. Neither seemed particularly angry with the other, but something had happened and put both on edge. He had a feeling it had something to do with Amiah, and decided that he would approach them separately later.

Raph walked with Don to the main area of the lair where they found Michelangelo and Leonardo playing Crash Bandicoot: TwinSanity, obviously Leo's choice.

"Hey! You're back!" Mikey greeted without looking up.

Leo paused the game and turned to the two new arrivals, relief plain on his face. "You're ok."

"Sure we are." Raph commented shortly. "Takes more than a short fall to take us down."

"You probably got the worst part of this deal." Don added.

"I'm sorry, Don. I never should have taken us into that fight."

"Leo," Don said exasperatedly. "You didn't know he was there, and don't bother denying it. It's not your fault."

Leonardo gave his brother a half smile and turned back to the game he was playing with Michelangelo. "You should probably have Master Splinter check you for a concussion too."

"Too?" Raph questioned.

"Yeah, too. It's kind of the reason for the game." Leo responded, still looking at the cartoon characters on the screen.

"Ah, so we gotta keep you entertained for the next 24 hours?" Raph asked with mock annoyance.

"Yep, and I expect quality." Leo smiled.

At that moment Master Splinter came into the main room and called Raphael into his quarters. He didn't miss the look that passed between Raphael and Donatello as the red-masked turtle made his way out of the room.

"It's just something that happened in the fight, Sensei." Raphael promised. He bit his lip at lying to his sensei and father.

"Hmm..." Splinter didn't miss Raphael's tell, but the turtle seemed more than reluctant to share whatever was on his mind. From the look on his son's face it was clear that Raphael knew that he wasn't buying the story. "I will let this go for now, but I expect you to tell me what has you so on edge eventually."

Raph looked at the floor. "Of course, Master Splinter." He wanted to tell more than anything, but he had promised that he would keep his mouth shut and even if he hadn't, it would not be fair not to give Don the opportunity to tell the story first.

As it turned out, Don didn't tell, not that night and not the next night nor the night after that. Raph promised a week, and Don had every intention of using every bit of that time, even as Master Splinter became more and more suspicious.