Hey! I'm back. Thanks to Jeni125, BakaClara, Cheetachan and fireworksinthenight for reviewing the last chapter. We're nearly at 60 people, c'mon!

Once again, I've had issues with phrasing. Seems to be my thing lately. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

I'm not sure if the show has a specific timeline in regards to what time of year it is. In this fic it's near the end of the school year.

I do not know anything about martial arts. Please take the descriptions in the chapter [and any of my other fics] with a pinch of salt.

See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's go!

"C'mon Mikey! Say uncle!" Leo said, as he pinned said brother in a headlock.

"Never!" Orange gasped, almost bent double.

"Well, how are you goin' to get out of this then? Hey? How?"

Mikey gave an impish grin. "Like this!" And with quick manoeuvring worthy of the Flash, he jabbed his elbow into his brothers side - making Leo lose his balance in the process – took the opportunity to wiggle his way out from under his brothers arm, and - once he was safely out of the headlock - swiped Blue's legs from under him making him fall on his shell in the process.

Raph gave a loud laugh, which was cut off by Splinter voice from the doorway.

"Nice work, Michaelangelo. You have clearly been practicing."

Leo groaned and sat up, just in time to see the pointed look his father was giving him. "…Point taken."

Splinter nodded and clapped his hands. "Now. Onto more important things. I would like to discuss Donatello."

"But he's not here." Mikey said, missing the point completely.

As Raph and Leo face-palmed, their Pops smiled. "That is precisely the point, Michelangelo. We need to discuss how we are going to help Donatello. He seems slightly stressed at the moment."

"That would probably be because he's trying to mess around with those tablets so Leo has some chance of havin' a normal sleep schedule." Raph said, jerking a finger at Blue to empathise his point.

Leo held his hands up. "Hey, I've been helping him with that! It's complicated, it'll take ages. It's not just a 24 hours job!" He said, unconsciously echoing the words his twin said to him the first time Blue had asked how long it would take.

Before an argument could take place, Splinter held his hand up. "That is good. However I meant more with fixing things ourselves. Like, Michelangelo, rather than taking your er…what's it called – Nitendo – to Purple to fix every time, why don't you try having a look at it first? Leo, you could do the same with your IPod. Raphael…" Splinter trailed off, trying to think of something Raph would need Donnie's help to fix. "…Well. You go without saying."

Red looked a little confused, but thankfully didn't argue or question further.

"So basically we don't bother him with unnecessary stuff." Leo said, simply. "Fair enough."

"Yeah…" Raph said, scratching the back of his head. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try and figure some stuff out on our own."

"But we still go to him for anything majorly important, right?" Orange checked, sounding a bit nervous. Upon receiving Splinters nod of affirmation, Mikey gave a sigh of relief and mimed whipping his brow. "Phew. That's good. Myself and technology do NOT go together."

"It might be an idea for you to at least try and figure some of it out, Michelangelo." Their Pops said, firmly. "I do not want Donatello to feel he has to try and cope with everything on his own, do you understand?"

Translation: His nightmare scared the tail of me and I don't want to risk it happening again. Mikey thought, as he gave a quick nod.

A pointed look at his other two sons had them nodding as well, and – satisfied –Splinter went back into the kitchen.

It was a small start, but it was a start.

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Meanwhile over at April's school the head teacher was looking over the official papers of his newest member of staff.

"Well everything seems to be in order. We'll want you to start at start of next year. Is that alright with you,?"

The tall man in front of him nodded. "That will be fine. I look forward to it."

The head teacher smiled back. "That's settled then. We will see you next year then. Welcome to President Kennedy's High School, Mr Oraku. We hope you will remain with us for a good many years."

Mr Oraku smiled and ran a slender finger along his jaw. "Don't worry. I intend to."

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Yes! The Shredder has joined April's school…as a member of staff! I wonder how this will turn out?

As you may have guessed by now I have basically taken the bull by the horns and gone somewhere completely different from canon with it.

I've put on my profile a re-cap of the order of the stories up till now, if anyone's interested.

There are two more stories [I think] in this grand plot I've got going now. Hopefully you'll enjoy them.

See you next time!