A/N: Heyo all, sorry this took so long. And it would have been up a week ago if not for the myriad computer problems that we had. But it's all fixed now (obviously) so here's the new chapter for you all to enjoy.

A bit thanks to all who've reviewed - to those who haven't - I know where you live! Well, not really, but it sounds good.

Must say one thing right now; enjoy the levity in this story while it lasts. Things are going to get a little more... uh... dark from here on out.

Love, peace and chicken grease!

Amy

"No, no. Move your hand up more. You'll get disarmed way too easily if you hold the bo like that."

I shift my hand as instructed, trying to remember all the other things Don said I'd been doing wrong.

There sure is a lot more to think about than you'd think. And considering that I thought you just grabbed the stick and hit people with it, that makes for a motherload of things I hadn't thought of.

"Okay, now that you've finally got the grip right, I want you to try and hit me."

I cringe at the word 'finally' and then take a deep breath, preparing to swing.

Clack! Two bo sticks clash in midair. But there is a big difference in the follow-up. Don makes a subtle movement that I can't follow and his bo stops just an inch away from my side.

I sigh. "Okay, what did I do wrong that time."

"You left your right side completely unguarded. If this was a real fight, you'd probably have a nasty bruise at the least."

My shoulders droop. "This is a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I don't think I'll ever get it right. Maybe I should just quit." I turn to the rack but a hand on my arm stops me. Turning back to face Don, I see him smiling gently.

"Don't get discouraged. You're just starting out at this. Natural talent can't compete with a lifetime of training."

"I suppose you're right." I shift back into a defensive stance. "Okay, let's try again."

"That's the spirit!"

Looking into Don's beaming face, I notice just how much his face changes when he smiles. When he's thinking - which is most of the time - he looks so serious. But when he smiles, his whole face lights up and his eyes fill with light. It's really amasing.

"Uh, Amy?"

"Huh?" Snapped out of my little trance, I realise that I'd been staring at him. "Heh, sorry about that. I was just thinking about something."

"That's usually my line," he says, this time grinning mischeviously.

That's a new look for him. I wonder if he realises that he looks a lot like Mikey when he does that?

And once again he's all seriousness. "Okay, now I'll show you a move that will put your opponent on the ground -it just goes on from the previous one, so we can pracice them in one after the other later."

What does he mean 'show'? "Uh, by 'show' do you mean that you're gonna use it on me?" That's not a worrying thought.

"Well that is the best way for you to see how effective it can be. Whenever you're ready, attack me just like you did before."

Great. Just freaking great. Here goes nothing.

I swing the bo again. Before I know it, I get smacked around the back of my knees and - as predicted - start falling. Without thinking I try to grab onto something to steady myself.

Unfortunately, the nearest thing happens to be Don. And worse, he obviously wasn't expecting me to do that so when I grab his arm, he looses his balance too and comes crashing down on top of me.

I can't help it. I start giggling. "That didn't go too well, did it?"

Aparently I'm not the only one amused as Don starts chuckling too. "Not really, no."

"Ahem!"

That loud - and extremely fake - cough comes from the door. Both mine and Don's heads snap round to see Mikey leaning against the doorway, looking as if Chrismas has come early.

"I'm not... uhh... interrupting anything here am I?" he asks, still grinning like a maniac.

Before I can do anything Don is up and halfway across the room. "Nothing! We were just training!" he stammers, a little too fast to be normal.

"Suuurrrre. 'Training'." Mike drawls, inserting commas with his hands. "That's obviously what you were doing."

"Of course we were training. What else could we have been doing?" Don protests.

Both Mikey and I look at Don in complete disbelief. Then at each other. And then we burst into hysterical laughter.

Don looks affronted. "What? What's so funny?"

I try to tell him just how badly he walked into the innuendo, but all I can manage are strangled gasps through the cackles. Mike isn't even trying; just standing there, bent over and clutching his carapace.

Don eventually wanders off, looking confused and more than a little annoyed. And after a while, Mike and I finally manage to get our laughter under control.

At last able to breathe freely again, I turn to Mike. "Does he do that often?"

"Not really, but when he does, man is it worth it!" he replies. "Well," he says stretching and faking a yawn, "my job is done for the day, So I think I'll hit the hay. Night dudette."

"Night Mike." I stand there for a moment, lost in reflection.

It sure has been a fun-packed evening. Think I might try Mike's crazy going-to-bed idea. It's so crazy that it just might work.

Donatello

One thing I can say about my recent experiences is that they've been causing a lot of lost sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, images from earlier tonight play over in my head.

I'm just hoping that Amy didn't take my actions the wrong way.

I roll over, hoping to finally get some sleep, but it's no good.

Maybe if I go and talk to her about it I will be able to put my mind at rest.

With that thought in mind I make my way to Amy's room. The door is slightly ajar so I just go in.

"Amy I- oh." I fall silent. She's asleep. I turn to leave, but she moans something in her sleep and curiosity bids me move closer.

It looks like she's having some sort of bad dream. Her brow is heavily furrowed and she it tossing lightly from side to side.

"Help me," she murmurs, just barely on the edge of hearing. "Someone help."

Unsure of what else to do I begin gently stroking her cheek, telling her, "It's okay Amy. This is just a bad dream. I'm here. You're safe now; I won't let anyone hurt you."

She calms, her whimperings ceasing.

Just when I'm about to breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes open. I freeze, but she only smiles and squeezes my hand where it still rests on her face, then shuts her eyes again.

I just stand there, stunned. Then, coming to my senses, I go back to my own room, with even more on my mind than before.

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