A/N: Sorry it took so long. Stuff happens.

THE TURTLES AREN'T MINE

After his break down, Donnie started to improve, much to his brothers joy. It seemed like he had kept all his feelings inside of him and, once he let them all out, he improved.

Mikey seemed to be keeping a steady improving rate, despite his minor breakdown after Don's.

It was roughly two months after Raph and Leo had save there little brothers. The younger turtles's injuries had mostly healed, an their mental status had improved. They still had nightmares, and their weight was still lower then when they had been captured, but they had improved.

The turtles where spending a quiet night watching TV as a family. A commercial came on and Don cleared his throat. Instantly, Leo and Raph paid attention to their brother.

"What's up, Donnie?" Leo asked.

"Ummm...it's just...well," Don struggled to get the words he wanted. He was nervous, and slightly afraid, but he knew he had to say this.

"Take you time, bro," Raph ordered in a comforting way. Don took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's...well..." Don hesitated one last time, "Mikey and I want to start training again."

Leo and Raph blink and shared a look. Neither could think of any reason why their brothers shouldn't start training again. However, suspicion was placed in their minds because of how hard it was for Donnie to say that.

"If that's what you and Mike want," Raph said after a moment, "I can't think of any reason that you can't train again. Can you, fearless?"

"No," Leo agreed, "But if ether of you are tiered, or hurt, or just feel funny, you tell us, and we'll take a break. Got it?"

Mikey an Don nodded their understanding as the movie cane back on.

After the movie marathon was over, and the turtles where going to bed, Leo stopped everyone. "We'll train at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Everyone agreed and went into their own rooms for the night.

The older turtles where never the wiser when their orange-clad brother got into bed with the purple-banded one.

The turtle met in the kitchen at 7:30 for a light breakfast before practice. Leo and Raph watched in concern as Don and Mikey, who both had bags under their eyes, hardly ate anything.

As they where walking to the dojo, Raph called them out on not feeling well. "It's ok if you don't feel well," he said, "We can start practice in a day or two."

"We're fine, Raph," Don informed his brother coldly, "Drop it." Don stormed ahead of his older brothers, with Mikey following meekly behind him.

Leo and Raph watched them enter the dojo before turning to each other. "They ain't fine," Raph stated.

"I know, Raph," Leo agreed, "But they won't back down. We'll just have to watch them, and be there if they crash."

Raph didn't look to pleased, but agreed; "You better be right about this, fearless."

"I hope so, too," Leo thought as they entered to dojo.

The brothers started out with a light stretch before going into some basic moves. After half-an-hour, they began to spar.

Raph and Leo weren't pushing themselves as hard as they usually do as they spared. Both were keeping an eye on the younger turtles.

Said turtles, however, didn't need an eye on them. They where fighting better then any time Raph or Leo could remember.

Mikey was jumping, flipping, and twisting every-which-way, better at dodging then getting a hit in. Don was pressing forward, going on the offensive. He would have gotten a lot of hits on Mikey if the younger turtle wasn't so good at dodging.

After nearly an hour of sparing, the brothers meditated and then ended practice. Mikey and Don retreated into Don's lab before their brothers could question them. Leo and Raph were left to talk about practice in the kitchen.

"What the shell was that?" Raph asked.

"They were better the I have ever seen them," Leo agreed.

"How is that possible?" Raph questioned. "They haven't practiced for months. They should be rusty, not better then ever."

"I don't know, Raph," Leo told his brother. "But we'll find out."