Okay, due to the fact that I'm still getting reviews for my fic TMN, I have decided (much like I did with my Joker Junior fic) to re-write my original story.

This is with the 2003 personalities (as I find the 2012 ones to be really cringy), and Donatello is the youngest, because when I was a child, I honestly believed that Donnie was the youngest because he was the quietest…. I know, it's odd but that's how I saw them.

I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review J

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"I think he likes my lullaby."

Yoshi glanced up from his book to smile at his heavily pregnant wife, who was tapping lightly on her protruding mid-section. "That's not a surprise my moon, all of our sons have loved your lullaby."

"Yes, but he was so quiet! Not like Leo, who was always moving or the twins who seemed to fight with each other…." Tang-Shen sighed in relief, "… I think this is the most he's ever moved."

Reaching over, Yoshi placed his own hand on his wife's mid-section just as she started singing again.

"Loola-Bye, oh, Loola Bye

My lovely Loola moon

Tip-toe by where my babies lie

In your tiny silver shoon

Will you guard, will you keep

Will you watch over please

My wee ones, my lambkins

My sweet chick-a-chick-a-dees

Loola-Bye, oh, Loola-Bye... In your tiny silver shoon."

Yoshi couldn't help but beam as he felt his fourth child squirming and kicking as Tang-Shen sang.

And then he woke up.

Grief never truly passed… it only got easier.

It was a motto he tried to live by every day, but after dreams like that, it was getting harder and harder.

"Father? Father?"

Fourteen-year-old Leo stood in the doorway, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you alright?"

When his father remained silent, Leo stepped a little further into the room. "Father?"

"Yes Leonardo, I'm fine…." Knowing his voice was sounding a little snappy, Yoshi consciously lowered his tone, "… It was… a pleasant memory that I know I can never have again. In that sense, I suppose it becomes an unhappy memory."

"Father I- "

"- Forget it… just forget it Leonardo." Pushing himself to his feet, he silenced his son with a disapproving glare, "Enough… are you and your brothers ready for this morning's training session?"

"Ummm, yeah, I think so."

"Excellent…" Yoshi strode past his son and headed into the living room/kitchen area, "… then the four of you can prepare whilst I get changed into something more suitable."

"…. Hai Sensai."

….

It seemed as though the entire day was determined to be difficult.

He couldn't focus on the training sessions and ended up getting annoyed with himself… which of course, meant that he was getting annoyed with the boys.

Leo's well-meaning help only caused him to snap.

Raph's aggression caused him to send the twelve-year-old to the corner multiple times.

Mikey's laugh grated on his nerves.

And Donnie… well every move or sound that Donnie made only seemed to make everything worse.

It was illogical, and he knew that… but he'd give anything to hear his wife sing that lullaby again.

"Enough!" he eventually called out, knowing that he was reaching the end of his tether, "This session is over! Hopefully by tomorrow, you will all have improved."

As he stormed out of the dojo, he decided to ignore Raph's sulky mutter from behind him.

"The only thing that needs improving is his attitude… who pissed in his green tea?"

….

The rest of the day passed in much the same way.

Every cup of tea that Leo made in good-will, was ignored and left to go cold.

He took Raph's punching bag down when the sound of Raph's anger got too much to bear.

Mikey was sent to his room several times for being too loud.

Donnie… well the ten-year-old seemed to realise that his Dad was in a foul mood and remained out of sight, and out of mind. Even his experiments were quieter.

Needless to say, by the time tea-time rolled around, everyone was on tenterhooks.

The silence at the table was almost unbearable, with the only sound being heard was cutlery chinking against the plates.

It wasn't a surprise when someone snapped.

What was a surprise, was who snapped.

"I can't take this anymore…." Donnie growled, practically slamming his fork onto his plate and pushing himself away from the table, "… I hate this silence!"

"Donatello!" Yoshi snapped, "Sit back down!"

"No, I can't!" Donnie gripped the side of his head, "It's too quiet, everyone's been to quiet, not talking or anything! It's too loud in my head, I need a distraction!"

"Sit down and eat, that will be the distraction!"

"No!"

Leo, Raph and Mikey watched in alarm as their Father fumed in his seat, grip tightening on his fork.

"Go. To. Your. Room!" Yoshi ordered his youngest, "Distract yourself in there… and leave the food!"

Donnie raced off, a scowl on his face, leaving the table in tense silence once again.

"Eat your food boys…" Yoshi eventually sighed, "… I'm sure Donatello will calm down eventually."

"Maybe I can give him my headph- "

"- Enough Michelangelo. If Donatello wants to act like that, then he doesn't deserve anything."

"But he's getting stressed Father!" Leo blurted out, "Usually we pull his mind away from the sums and science and all that. Without it, his mind is racing, and he can't calm it down."

"Yeah! You can't let him just sit in his room! He'll go crazy!" agreed Raph, nodding furiously, "I know you're mad, but- "

"- Raphie! Ssssshhhh!"

Yoshi frowned as his children all refused to look him in the eye, silently turning their attention back to their food.

It was too quiet…. In fact, it had been too quiet all day.

And it was all his fault.

"When you've finished, you boys can go and play…" he sighed wearily, "… and… hopefully tomorrow will be better."

His children were silent as he pushed himself to his feet and headed towards Donnie's room. When he reached the door, about to knock on it, he stopped in his tracks.

He knew that tune.

"Loola-Bye, oh, Loola Bye

My lovely Loola moon

Tip-toe by where my babies lie

In your tiny silver shoon

Will you guard, will you keep

Will you watch over please

My wee ones, my lambkins

My sweet chick-a-chick-a-dees

Loola-Bye, oh, Loola-Bye... In your tiny silver shoon"

Yoshi felt his heart practically stop in his throat, his breath catching as he slowly pushed the door open, his eyes focused on his youngest.

Donnie was seated on his bed, fingers twiddling together as he sang softly under his breath, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"… I didn't you know remembered that lullaby."

At his Dad's voice, Donnie's head shot up, his eyes wide in surprise. When he realised that his Dad seemed to have calmed down, he noticeably relaxed. "Mum used to sing that to me every night… it was calming, I liked it."

"You were so young…" Yoshi went over to sit by his son, "… I didn't think you'd remember it."

"… Is it bad that I do?"

Silently, Yoshi pulled his son into a hug and sighed, "No… it's not a bad thing my son…. In fact, I was just thinking about that lullaby this morning."

At Donnie's silence, Yoshi decided to continue. "I was dreaming about when your mother was pregnant with you… she used to sing that song all the time… and then I woke up and thought I wouldn't hear it ever again."

"… Is that why you were so…" Donnie stopped and made a frowny face, indicating anger and frustration.

"… Yes, and I cannot apologise enough for that…. You've never sang it before?"

"I thought it would remind you too much of Mum… we all did, that's why we never sung it." Donnie shrugged, "We didn't think you'd miss it, or think we'd forgotten it."

"It was no reason for me to take this frustration out on you and the boys…." Yoshi sighed, "… how do you think I should apologise to the other boys?"

"… Pizza?"

Yoshi chuckled and pulled his giggling youngest into a hug, "You boys and pizza… alright then, go and tell the others. We'll order the usual."

"Yes!" Donnie leapt to his feet and raced out the door, "LEO! RAPH! MIKEY! WE'RE GETTING PIZZA!"

Listening to his other boys' whoop, Yoshi couldn't help but smile in fondness…. This was how it should always have been.