Author's Note: Ok i'm not sure how this happened but I just thought about it and I decided to upload one more chapter. This came to me and I had to write it down. I hope you all like, I worked hard on it and i'm proud of it. Hope it doesn't appear sappy or anything. Still this is the last one, I hope. Enjoy.

Both of Splinter's eyes open as he came out of his meditations, eyes scanning around the dimly light area of his room. The lit candle were the only source of light in the room. He had finished with his nightly meditations and wanted to do something else. Turning his head he then looked at the clock he had on the stand next to his bed. The hands showed that it was almost eight at night.

"It's dark enough…a walk sounds good right now," the aged rat thought to himself as he decided on the next thing he would do. Standing up Splinter then blew out the candles and picked up his walking stick before heading for the door. "Maybe one of my sons would be kindly enough to join me," he spoke to himself. For some reason he felt like having company.

Sliding it open he stepped out into the lair, both ears twitching as the noise his sons were making hit him. The sounds of metal slicing through the air could be heard coming from the dojo, obviously his oldest son Leonardo is training. Not wanting to ruin his current practice Splinter ruled him out.

Walking further in his head turned towards the TV area, currently where his second oldest and youngest sons were. Both Raphael and Michelangelo were engaged in a video game contest. Both of their voices could be heard as they kept saying that they were going to win this, only to be replaced with their laughter. From experience the rat knew that nothing would pry these two away from this activity until they finished. This crossed those two out, he didn't want to have to wait for them to finish, mostly because it would take them hours.

Sighing he then looked over at the subway car, known as Donatello's lab. Chances are his second youngest wouldn't be busy enough to accompany him. Walking up he found that the door to his son's lab open, meaning that he wasn't working on anything important.

Crossing the threshold he peered inside the car, noting all the parts that Don had collected as well as the tools all around. Both eyes came up to his son, whose shell was to his master. Multiple taps could be heard as the purple clad turtle was currently typing away at his computer. Raising his walking stick Splinter then tapped it against the door, which caught his son's attention.

Don spun around in his chair and was surprised to see his father at the door of his lab. "Master Splinter, is there something wrong?"

"No my son, I was just thinking about taking a walk since its dark enough," he responded with a smile.

"Oh, alright then, be careful," Don responded, a bit confused as to why he was being told this.

"Actually Donatello, I was hoping you would join me."

Both eyes raised as that caught the olive green turtle off guard, he didn't expect his sensei to ask him to come along with him. "Uh…not to be rude but why not anyone else?"

"You're brothers are currently occupied with their own activities. I thought maybe you would like to come along," the rat remained at the entrance of the lab.

Donny thought of this, it wasn't like he didn't want to he was just surprised at this. Of course it had been a few days since his father helped him with his nightmare and slowly felt much more comfortable around his sensei. Maybe a going out with him would be good, so smiling he nodded, "Sure, just let me save this first."

"Do what you must, I'll be waiting at the door," Splinter smiled as he turned and left the lab.

Donny turned back to his computer, typed a couple more things before saving his work and exiting out. Logging off the computer he stood up and made his way to the door, grabbing his Bo staff and holstering it behind his shell. Stepping out of his lab the olive green turtle made his way over to the main door of the lair. He could already see his father there, dressed in his surface disguise, which was a small trench coat and hat. Apparently there were going for a walk on the surface.

Following his father's lead the genius turtle grabbed his coat and hat to put on. "Ready my son?" Splinter asked.

"Yes sensei," Don responded as the two left the lair.

A few minutes later both master and student were walking down the sidewalk of the city. The streets weren't as empty as they passed a few humans on their way to an unknown destination. Donatello had been silent all along, not really sure what to say; mainly because of the fact that he never really spent much time with his father as a teen. Of course he would as a child but growing up those times would come less and less.

"A nice night isn't it my son?" Splinter's voice suddenly spoke, making the olive green turtle jump a bit.

"It's nice, good night for a walk," Don meant that. The weather is perfect for the night, a gentle breeze that didn't make it too cold and there wasn't that much heat. It was a perfect combination for a good night.

"Which is why I chose to have our walk on the surface," the rat responded with a chuckle. "And I thank you for accompanying me."

"You're welcome sensei, getting out of the lair is a good thing once in a while," Don responded with a smile of his own. "So just curious, where are we going?"

"You will see my son, you will see," Splinter responded as he kept quiet about their destination.

The duo then stayed silent as they continued to walk through the streets for the next ten minutes. Soon Donny raised an eye as he saw the entrance of the park in view. He remained silent as they crossed the entrance and continued towards Splinter's destination.

"I'm going to show you a spot that I like to come to when I'm by myself," the aged rat spoke up as they followed a path.

"Wait, you been coming here all those times?" Donatello asked in confusion. Apparently over the last few weeks the brothers noticed that Splinter had been going on walks by himself and wouldn't be back for hours. They thought he just took a walk around the sewers but apparently they were wrong.

"Yes, I find the park relaxing at this time of night, perfect for being out in the open without being seen." They then came to a small hill with an oak tree that overlooked a small pond. "And we're here."

Donny saw his sensei sit down with his back against the tree, then looked out at the scene in front of him. He saw nothing but green of the grass, and the lake seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. He was taken back at the sight and knew what Splinter like this spot, holding a smile he sat next to his sensei with his shell against the wall.

"Wow, no wonder you like it here, it's…peaceful."

"I know," the wise rat nodded. "It's a nice place to just relax."

"I can see why," they both continue to see the scenery before them for a minute.

"My son, I was hoping we could talk for a bit," Splinter suddenly spoke, catching the second youngest off guard.

"Uh…what about?"

"Just how you been these past few days."

Don understood where this was going, his master wanted to do a follow up after the whole nightmare thing. He started to stiffen a bit as he heard this but yet didn't feel uncomfortable. "Ok."

"How have been sleeping?"

"I've been good, no nightmares at all. It had been easier for me to drift off."

"That is good, I'm glad to know that you've been able to get the amount of sleep you've been needing," Splinter looked at his son. "Plus it's good not to see you in distress."

"Thanks, still I have you to thank for that," Don smiled.

"Like I said my son, no matter what the problem may be, I'm always here for you."

That made Don feel good, he felt more comfortable with talking with his sensei. He opened his mouth to say something but then stopped himself, the reality of what he wanted to ask came back but he refrained from doing so. He rather not ask something like that.

Of course Splinter saw this, "My son, is there something you wanted to say?"

"Uh…no, not really," he looked away, not wanting to look at the rat right now.

"Donatello please, you don't have to be afraid to talk to me. What you have to say won't anger me, or make me think of you differently if that's how you think."

The words hit the purple clad turtle instantly and it made him feel a bit bad. Don didn't want to make his father think like that, but it looks like that couldn't be avoided. Still he didn't feel uncomfortable, nor ashamed for what he thinks. Maybe all that closeness helped some. "Do you…have expectations out of all of us?"

That raised an eye on Splinter, confused at where his second youngest was getting at. "What do you mean?"

"Do you expect us to be something that you've envisioned? I know you teach us Ninjutsu but I sometimes get a feeling that you expect great things as we progress further along in our training," he explained, looking down at the grass.

Already Splinter could tell where this was headed and it sadden him to think his intellectual son thought things like this. "Donatello, I expect great things from you and your brothers. The road in life you take is up to you, where it leads is something I wouldn't know of. It is your choice. But no, you have not disappointed me in any way."

Both eyes rose at that response, looking at his sensei in confusion, "What…but…how I mean I don't stack up to the others as I should. I don't have the agility like Mikey, Raph's strength or Leo's skills…so what does that leave me with?"

"My son, when it comes down to it what is the one strong thing a ninja should have?" Splinter responded in a calm voice. Don remained silent not sure how to answer. It was then the wise rat lifted a finger and tapped it against his son's head. "You need a strong mind, something you've always had."

"But…how is that?"

"You've always been curious, even as a child," Splinter started to explain. "As you grew your thirst for knowledge only increased. You may have been smart when it came to things like building your experiments or other works you did. But most of all you shined more when you trained."

"But…how, I mean I don't see how that was possible back then?" Don was confused at what his sensei was talking about. There had to be some flaw in the explanation that was given, but yet his master never lied so there was truth in this.

"Tell me something my son, most of the battle you've come across how have you handled the situation?"

"Um…well most of the time I chose not to engage, but there are times when I know I'm going to emerge victorious."

"But yet why in some of those battle do you not engage?"

"Because…" he hesitated for a second before speaking. "Because I know I wouldn't win."

"And that is why since childhood you excelled much more than your brothers when it came to having the mind of a ninja. One of the most important things to know about battle is to never attack unless you know you're going to win."

Donny started to think about all his encounters with enemies and he could see the pattern. Most of the battles he engaged in willing were ones where he won. And all the other battles that he and his brothers fought in and loss were ones that were engaged by one of his brothers or unwillingly. "But yet…even if my mind is strong, don't you think my body should be up to par with it?"

"We all have our own rates when it comes to training, you just need to take time in order for your body to catch up with it. You are a good ninja Donatello, and I'm proud of you for it," Splinter finished with a smile, which Don returned.

Donny started to feel much better after hearing his father, and now knew not to worry about this as much. "Thank you sensei," he said with a bow.

"Any time, now why don't we get back home," Splinter suggested as he stood up.

"Yes, lets," he rose as well. "I really enjoyed this."

"I did as well, and I thank you for coming," Splinter responded as he walked, and his son followed.

"I'm glad I did," Don responded and soon they both exited the part and walked on the street.

A few minutes later both master and student walked in silence towards the manhole they exited the sewers from. They passed a movie theater and after taking a few steps Don realized Splinter wasn't next to him. Raising and eye he looked back and was surprised to see his father staring at one of the movie posters.

"Something wrong sensei?" he asked, walking closer.

"This poster had some Japanese words on it," he pointed. Don looked and it and the picture showed a samurai on it, complete in his attire and in battle stance.

The more he looked at it the more Don recognized it, "Oh yeah, this is that new foreign film that was just released."

"Foreign film?"

"Yes," the olive green turtle nodded as he explained. "This one is straight from Japan, the whole movie is in Japanese but they added subtitles so others can understand what is being said."

"A senshi pasu," the aged rat read, eyes not leaving the poster.

"A warrior's path," Don translated.

"I see you still held onto the Japanese lessons I taught you four," Splinter took his eyes off to look at his son.

"Yeah, Leo and I still remember all the lessons you gave us," he looked up at the poster, staring at the picture some more. "I read some information about this. The plot is about a samurai who is the sole survivor of a huge battle. Battered and weary he realizes he's trapped in enemy territory and must make the long trek back to his homeland."

"The plot…does sound interesting," Splinter appears curious as to what was explained to him, scratching his chin as he looked at the poster once again.

It was then Don got where things were headed, he smiled at what he was going to do. He was glad he left plenty of money in his jacket the last time he had it on. "You know sensei…you wouldn't mind if we stayed out a couple more hours right?"

Splinter looked at his son and smiled, getting where this was headed. "Not at all, only if you don't mind."

"I'll buy the tickets then, sensei."

"Alright, but one thing Donatello," Splinter spoke as his son looked at him. "For the next couple of hours I don't want us to enjoy this time as master and student. I would prefer this time being enjoyed as father and son."

Don smiled at what the aged rat said, "Alright…father." Don then turned and headed to the booth and bought the tickets. A few minutes later they bought some popcorn and drinks and found seats inside, in the back so they would be less likely to be seen. The movie soon started and both of them were captivated as the movie progressed. The beginning had a huge battle scene and all the pictures were very vivid. The battle soon came to a close and the lone survivor stood on the battlefield, partially wounded, looking around and seeing the damages.

"Man Samurai's are tough," Don whispered out to his father.

"Indeed, they uphold the code of bushido very strictly. They will fight in battles they are sure to lose and yet die with honor," Splinter whispered happily, relaxed and enjoying himself.

"Part of their code?"

"Indeed my son, they will die for their lord no matter what. It would be considered a great shame if they were to flee from a battle."

Don remained silent as he continued to watch the movie. He enjoyed seeing his father relaxed like this, it was rare to see him like this. He liked it and was glad they were doing this. He just sat back in his chair and continued to watch the movie.

An hour later the samurai took refuge in an enemy village, some of the people helping in hiding him despite what would happen if they were caught.

"Wow, I'm surprised they would do that dispute the consequences," Don whispered.

"Some people are kind at heart, and will do anything to help out anyone in need, no matter what side the person may be on," Splinter whispered back.

"Like the doctor that helped him?"

"Yes, despite his allegiances healers will help anyone in need," the rat took a drink of the water he got.

"Kind of like doctors today."

Another hour later the movie was about to hit the climax. The lone samurai had just became victorious in an epic sword fight with the enemy who had been stalking him throughout the film. Many blows were exchanged and the protagonist had been wounded heavily. Clutching his bleeding stomach he managed to walk all the way to the entrance of his village. Once he crossed the threshold he gave the camera a smile before dropping his sword then falling to his knees before falling forward onto the ground. Tired and wounded he made it back home and earned his rest. The movie ended with the sound of nature and the people of his village running up to him. The screen turned black before the credits started to run.

As the lights turned on Splinter and Don waited till everyone left before they made their exit. A few minutes later they were outside of the theater both of them smiling. "That was a great movie," Don was the first to speak.

"Indeed, I enjoyed it personally," Splinter responded.

"I'm surprised how they ended the movie, but still I think I get the meaning of it."

"Yes, even though he was heavily wounded he managed to get back home. He could die with honor, knowing he accomplished his mission."

"Exactly what I was thinking," Don agreed.

"I thank you my son, for this was a wonderful experience."

"Likewise, I'm glad we did this, it's nice to do things like this," Donny nodded.

"I enjoyed myself tonight, I thank you for coming along with me."

"Actually thank you, for inviting me along. I would have stayed in the lair if you hadn't asked if I wanted to come along." Just then Splinter did something surprising, reaching forward he embraced his son, which Don returned it after coming to his senses.

"Let us head back to the lair, it is starting to get late," Splinter soon ended the embrace as the two of them walked down the sidewalk.

"You know…I hope we can do something like this again soon," Don spoke up.

"I would like that as well," the aged rat responded. "I enjoy personal time like this with my children."

"Same thing here father," Don smiled, as did Splinter.

The rest of the walk back to the lair was filled with talks about the movie and the night the two had. Both of them relaxing and enjoying the time they had with one another, this experience seemed to have furthered strengthened the relation between the two. They will always remember this night since it wasn't an outing as Master and Student, but as father and son.

A/N: Hope you like, I worked hard on this chapter and i'm glad how it turned out. I'm sorry if I got the Japanese words wrong, I had trouble trying to find the right words. I hope you enjoyed it.