Hey! I'm back, sorry about the wait. First of all -thank you top everyone who's reviewed, favourited and followed so far – we've cracked 50 reviews! Yay! Considering when I put this on it was just to see if I could write such a story, it's brilliant.

So yeah, thank you to Glazier Blue, Datninjaturtle, GUEST01, Silver Sentinel + Curious Heather fpr reviewing the last chapter and let's crack on.

Warning: A lot of swearing [sorry, it's written from The Angry One's perspective]

See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's crack on.

Have you ever been woken up at 3am by the sounds of screams? The gut-wrenching, high-pitched, raw, animal-sounding sound of screams? Well, that was me this morning.

So I leapt out of bed – promptly tripped over my own Sai's – and, swearing all the while, ran to Donnie's room.

Obviously, it was Donatello. Of course, it was Donatello. A week and a half after the 'incident' as it will forever be known and he's still having nightmares. We're meant to be taking night-shifts to look after him, and tonight is Mikey's turn – fills you with confidence I know, when your younger brothers reaction to asking if he'll definitely be alright to watch Donnie throughout the night is 'Don't worry dude, we'll be cool. Now, you go have a good nights sleep…'

Don't worry? Like I've done anything else since we rescued the genius. Although to be fair, I've been nowhere near as bad as Leonardo. Oh god, Leonardo. I swear hands down if he could get his hands on electric fencing and barricade us all in, he would. As it is, he's been patrolling up and down the sewers making sure that Leather-creep isn't prowling round the place. Cos we haven't heard anything about that either. And April has assured us it's definitely the kind of thing the news would mention.

I mean, that sounds good, doesn't it? He hasn't been found, he's off our radar, we can get on with our lives.

No.

Because in our line of work enemies aren't dead until you see the body. And even then, it's debatable. Take Baxter Stockman for instance. We must have killed him at least five times by now, but he still keeps coming back. I swear that guys part cat or something. Although we haven't seen him for a while so…

Anyway, back to Donnie. So I ran into his room and Mikey was sitting next to Donnie talking soothingly to him, clearly resisting the urge to massage his shell like Splinter used to do when we were little.

I blinked, took this in then said, with, I don't mind admitting, a good degree of scepticism. [See I can use fancy words as well, Donnie.] "Everything a'ight, Mike?"

He hummed his reply and said, in a really nice soothing tone – you know like one of those yoga teachers? – "Yeah, we're good, we're cool, aren't we Donnie? Totally cool, we're just getting our breathing under control, aren't we D?"

I mean, I have to give full respect here. A lot of the time I think Mikey is a bit of an idiot – mostly because he acts like a bit of an idiot [who else would nearly set the microwave on fire because he didn't realise you have to pierce the protective foil before you put the thing in the microwave?] but he was dealing with a really stressful situation here and dealing with it well.

So basically, I had nothing to say except. "Can ah do anything?"

"Could get him a drink. Just not water."

Ah yes. Water. I don't know why but Donnie refuses to drink it. Which is ridiculous because – as anyone with half a braincell will tell you – ya need it to survive. And, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we were humans, we could just walk down the shops and get some other stuff, but we're talking turtles, we don't have access to that kinda shit. So when I got down the kitchen and discovered we literally had nothing else except water…

Well. I was screwed. So I got some water and brought it back to the room.

"Dude, what the shell…?" Was Mikey's opening gambit.

I shot him my best 'don't mess with me' and said. "We have nothing else. It's water or nothing."

Mikey bit his lip and looked sideways at Donnie. "…You alright with it, D?"

I don't think 'D' was alright with it, given the way he was looking at the glass like it had done something to personally offend him, but I persisted and said, gently. "C'mon Don. It's just water, it can't hurt you, can it? I mean, logically an' everything?'

He still looked suspicious and shook his head.

Mikey looked at me and shrugged, which made my blood boil because it would be nice if, for once, it wasn't just me against the world, but I kept a lid on it and said, through gritted teeth. "Donatello, you've got to drink something, you're gonna get de-hydrated and then you're gonna collapse and then this whole thing is gonna be a thousand times worse than it already is! Now, I'll ask you one more time, are you gonna drink or not!?"

"Raph…" Mikey said - and the tone of his voice should have really let me know I was veering towards dangerous territory - but I wasn't really listening because I was looking at Donnie, hoping against hope that some of my ranting had got through to that so-called genius mind of his –

And he shook his head. Again.

Something inside me snapped and - and I think I can safely add this to the Top-Ten-Of-The-Most-Stupidest-Things-I've-Ever-Done list - I can't really remember exactly what I was saying – which is scary because that doesn't usually happen without me drinking at least one bottle of alcohol – but all I know is that Mikey was yelling at me to stop yelling at Donnie, Donnie was crying [again] and the next thing I knew my arm was grabbed and I was yanked out the room by a very-pissed-off Leonardo Di-Annoyingo.

"What the shell is wrong with you!?" He hissed in my ear as he shoved me into the dojo.

Oh if looks could kill…

"What's wrong with me!? What's wrong with me!?"

"Keep your voice down!"

"No, I fucking well will not, oh Mr High-And-Mighty! What's wrong with me – are you fucking kidding me!? What's wrong with me-" I ranted as I aimed a punch at his eye, which he expertly dodged. "-Is that my brother – my younger brother –" A kick this time, also dodged. "Is lying in bed, to terrified to drink a glass of bloody water! I mean, what does he think-" I threw my fist out again, Leo lunged to one side, my fist sank into the punching bag I hadn't even registered was there at the time and I kept hitting and hitting it while ranting about how un-describingly frustrating it was to have your brother – your younger brother – be terrified of things you can't get your head around and for you not be able to do about it except try to help and for that to blow up in your face spectacularly because nothing – nothing! – you do ever, ever goes right! Ever! I mean, why the fuck do I even bother, huh? Why, Leonardo!?" By this point I was screaming at him. "Why!?"

There was a beat, then Leonardo said, slowly. "You bother…because you care. That's why you get so annoyed about stuff, because you have so much stuff in here-" Leo put his hand over his heart – yes seriously – and carried on with. "That, for some reason, you think you can't express it and the only way you can express it is by getting angry. And I don't know why that is, and you don't have to tell me, but…I think that's what it is. And I just want you to know that…in regards to Donnie…I get that you feel like screaming and breaking stuff, I do to – I do." He said, firmly in response to me scoffing. "There are times that, when he's refusing drink and sometimes food and…flinching when we move an arm or a hand towards his that I want to shake him and say 'we are not going to hurt you, why can't you understand that!?' but…" He sighed. "I can't. Because I know – just like you know deep-down – that that is not going to work." And deep sigh. "I know it sucks tail, but we're just going to have to take it slowly. He'll get better. He will. Eventually."

I gave him a look. "You know that do you? What are you psychic now?"

I was goading him, but – being Leonardo – he resisted the bait, just saying, calmly. "Of course not. But I trust in both Donnie's ability to get better – he's a strong turtle – and our ability to help him-"

"-Oh yeah. Some ability to help him I showed in there. He ain't gonna want to come near me again-"

Leo clicked his tongue. "Well yes, that was a very stupid move, Raphie, as you well know, but you know not to do it again and if you feel yourself getting that angry again, you just leave. Remove yourself from the situation."

"Which self-help book did ya get that from?" I said.

He laughed. "I don't know." He admitted.

There was a beat, then he said. "You know, I could spar with you if you wanted? If you still need to work of some of that anger?"

I considered and shook my head. "I think I'm alright. Thanks Leo."

He nodded and backed towards the door. "Well, in that case I better go see if Mike's alright. Erm…" He looked at the clock in the dojo which read nearly 4AM and said. "…I think we'll call off training. Resume it tomorrow."

I nodded. "Right."

He nodded again and left the room. I sighed and grabbed a mediation mat. When in Rome and all that…