Peoples! It is ze new year! 2017! I tried to have this up a few days ago, but I didn't have the time. It was New Year's Eve, for goodness' sake! My updates may not be as constant soon (tomorrow), because I have school again. Aaaaaaannnnyywho... ON WIT' ZE STORY! BTW, Leo doesn't remember anything about being a werewolf. Like, he doesn't remember claws or anything, in case you didn't know.

That night, the three youngest Hamatos put a barrier up in the living room with couch cushions, the beanbag and Splinter's armchair. It wasn't a very good barrier, though.

As Leo came out of the bathroom, he felt something on his hands. He looked at them, only to find claws there again. He felt fur growing everywhere, and the ears sticking out through it on the top of his head; he put his tongue on his teeth and felt fangs.

Raph peeked out through their barrier and saw Leo getting down on all fours. What he saw next surprised him, though.

Leo barked.

And wagged a tail that Raph knew hadn't been there the night before.

Noticing his brother's silence, Don pushed Raph out of the way and looked. "*gasp* What the shell?" He leapt out of the living room and cautiosly went over to his werewolf brother. Said, erm, turtle jumped up and down in happieness when his nrother came over.

Don noticed that his brother's eyes weren't red and slitted, but teal and perfectly round instead, as Leo barked happily. Mikey and Raph came out of the barrier hesitantly; Mike got tackled by Leo, who meant absolutely no harm today.

The youngest teen pet Leo. "Can we keep him? Wait.."

Raph rolled his eyes and coaxed Leo over to him, prompting the puppy/turtle to, well, come over. Leo barked and walked over. The red-clad turtle rubbed his werewolf brother behind the sticking out ears, making Leo tap his foot on the round repeatedly and pant.

Donatello was thoroughly confused now. "What is going on!? Yesterday, he was a rabid pack animal, and tonight, he's a sweet, innocent puppy!"

Leo barked in satisfaction.

"Maybe I can get a blood sample right now," the genius turtle muttered. "Um, Leo, will you come to my lab?"

Leo whined. The second youngest sighed." I promise that I won't hurt you, Leo."

Said turtle didn't move, so Mikey went to the lab doorway. "Come here, Leo! Come here!" he cooed, causing Leo to run over, barking. Don face-palmed. "How does he do it?" he droned, running over with Raph right behind him.

Mike was scratching Leo behind the ear. Don got out a syringe and made his way over to his still blue-clad brother, but Leo sensed this and immediately got away from Mike, barking angrily.

Raph calmed him down a bit. "Leo, I promise dat 'e won't hurt'cha." Leo relaxed a little bit, but not all the way.

Mike rubbed his brother's shell. "It'll just be a prick, bro."

Leo whined, but didn't object again as Don put the needle in his arm. He did whimper in pain, though, causing his genius brother to cringe.

Mike looked at the clock 4 hours later. "Man, it's almost sunrise!" he exclaimed, causing everyone, but Leo, to look up from their activities.

Raph yawned and grabbed Leo by the shell. The werewolf didn't object as his younger brother guided his to the couch; in fact, he was perfectly happy being able to sit on it.

The tired hothead rubbed his brother's shell until he fell asleep, then went to his brothers. "Le's get ta sleep. We need ta be more awake in a few houas (hours) when Leo questions us."

Neither of his conscious brothers objected and were out of the lab in a few seconds. Raph followed and, before he went to his room, took one last glance at Leo, who's fur was starting to retract. Raph chuckled and went to his room, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Leo woke up on the couch- wait, the couch?!

He shot up and looked at the clock. 11:00! "How'd I sleep in the long?! Wait, when did I go to sleep?!"

He didn't remember anything after walking out of the bathroom the night before, let alone falling asleep! His eyes fell on his arm.

A... needle mark? That was the last straw.

He knocked on each of his brothers' doors. A few minutes later, they each came out, Don first, then Raph, then Mike.

"What is it, Leo?" the former asked, yawning.

Leo crossed his arms. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that I was sleeping on the couch until 11?!"

Mikey sighed. "Well, you went to sleep at-mmph!" Don covered his mouth. "Midnight! You got a good 11 hours of sleep for once!"

Leo narrowed his eyes on them. "On the couch? I don't even remember falling asleep!"

Raph dragged his brother to the kitchen by his mask tail, something he often did to his brothers successfully, but Leo, apparently stronger than even Raph now, pulled away when they were there. "Why was I on the couch?!" he roared.

Raph backed up a step, hands up a bit. "Ya, um, sleepwalked! Dere's no uda (other) explanation, bro! 'Sides, ya got betta sleep dan the night befo' din't ya?" Leo sighed. "Touché. But why is there a needle mark in my arm?" He showed his brother his marked bicep.

"Um..." The hothead put a finger on his chin, then got it. "It ain' a needle mark, i's a thumb tack mark! Someone musta left a tack on da couch!"

Leo sighed. He knew his brother was lying, but what other explanation was there? "OK, then. let's just have breakfast.

Raph smiled nervously. "OK. Guys! Breakfast!"

Leo sat at the table in the kitchen, where Don and Mike already were.

Mikey, having wited for them, opened up the cabinets. "Cereal again. We don't have much else."

Everyone wanted the same thing as yesterday.

This time, though, Mikey got his frosted flakes.

Ah? Ah? Like it? Don't tell my mom that I'm still on my tablet... SHHHHHHH! I said don't tell her! BYE!

TTHYN