A/N - We've reached the end! I really hope you've enjoyed reading Broken Line, and if you're bored you can always check out my other fics ;)
Special thanks to Akimii and Drumboy100 for all the lovely comments and sticking with this story! Enjoy the epilogue...
Epilogue: Splinter
The wait for my sons to return home seemed never-ending, but it did eventually end with four sets of footsteps filling the empty lair. Shouts of triumphant could be heard, which reassured me they were not too badly injured.
Moving stiffly from my room, I move to greet my sons. My arm is still immobilized but thankfully I should be able to use the limb again soon. Michelangelo is the first to greet me as the rest of my turtles converge on me at once.
"Your mission was a success?" I ask, although I suspect the answer
"Sure was! We got pizza too!" answered Michelangelo already bouncing towards the kitchen
"Are you ok, sensei?" asks Raphael, as the rest of us follow my youngest sons lead
"I am fine, my son. Please, tell me what has happened tonight"
We sit around the kitchen table as Leonardo goes through the usual mission report, occasionally pausing for Donatello to add details from his part of the mission. Michelangelo also added some imaginative details to the fight scenes. Raphael remained quiet until Leonardo approached the end of his tale.
"Go on bro, you finish it" encouraged Leonardo, nudging Raphael to continue the report as my blue clad son grabbed a slice of pizza
Raphael took a moment before he looked me straight in the eyes and spoke.
"Hun is finished. All the weapons were destroyed, purple dragons tied up, and after knocking Hun out we tied him up and left him for the police. Donnie sent them enough evidence to put them all behind bars"
"I might have slipped Hun a sedative so he wouldn't wake up to soon either" added Donatello casually
Seeing my sons working together, and hearing of their success filled me with immense pride. They have all grown so much in the past month, they are closer than ever and the arguments in the lair have been toned down to easily resolved brotherly bickering.
'I am so proud of you all my sons" I tell them
"We couldn't have done it without you, Dad" answers Raphael, giving me a small smile, that instantly warms my heart
"Aww, that's sweet Raphie..." sings Michelangelo, as the brothers begin bantering with each other
Change is difficult but unavoidable. In this case, it was painful for all involved but ultimately it made us stronger as a family and healed the broken connections between us. Yes, change is good.