-Redemption-

Summary: Takes place during the 2007 CGI movie. Leo finds out who the Night Watcher is in a completely different way...

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles. *Images what it would be like if I did and grins evilly*

A/n: Hey guys...*looks around sheepishly*, I'm so sorry it has taken this long to update. I cannot begin to tell you how busy I have been and how very little inspiration I have had to write anything at all! I truly am sorry guys; hopefully things should start to pick up, with the end of the year quickly approaching and whatnot. Trust me guys, I am going to try my earnest to finish this story!

There are a few thankyous to give out however. One, a big thank you to Amonrapheonix and DarkUnderworld, for your endless patience and for sticking with me even after it has been so long. You guys are truly the best Beta readers this site could have and I just love working with you. You've really made this story shine.

And also, a big thank you to my readers who have stuck with me this far. Thank you for being faithfully and sticking with me, and all the ups and downs and cliff hangers in this story. Give yourself a big pat on the back guys, for inspiring me to just keep swimming :D

Warnings for swearing

~Raphael's POV~

It had been two weeks since Don had first helped me out of bed and onto the couch. It felt good to be out of his lab, and away from all the buzzing machines; reminders of weeks spent lying unconscious, and on the brink of death more times than my brothers and I cared to count. Also, the smell of antiseptic was starting to make me feel nauseous.

My leg still hurt like a bitch, still bound tightly in a cast and a splint; all held together by the metal hardware Don used to piece my mangled leg back together. I was able to move my arm a bit more, though it was still quite stiff. But Don said I was making progress, and that in a few months, I may even make a full recovery.

I was getting so damned sick of being stuck in bed for hours on end with everyone fussing over me. Don had agreed to help me over to the couch, (much to Leo's distaste,) but only after he had checked on my injuries like a worried mother hen every single day.

Mikey would often sit on the couch with me, talking animatedly for hours about a new comic book he had brought, or a new superhero movie he had seen.

Casey and April would visit occasionally too, offering to help around the lair and buy any supplies we needed. Casey often came around to talk to me, or give me a sports magazine or two. He knew I was starting to go crazy, being cooped up inside for this long. I was tempted to tell him once to make plans to sneak me out of here and up to the surface, but Leo had overheard this and had lectured me for an hour afterwards.

April had tried to get me into reading, hoping it would distract me for a while and take my minds off of things. I wasn't too keen on reading books, but April had brought me a murder mystery type book and I had to admit that I was actually enjoying it. I was already halfway through it.

Master Splinter tried to get me to meditate, so that I would 'stay calm', and gain more 'focus.' I kept my mouth shut and did some meditating with him and drank some of his herbal tea, but really all I wanted to do was punch my bag again, or do something, anything physical.

Leo was my most frequent visitor. He pretended to want to talk about motorcycles and boxing, things that interested me, but I could see the real questions burning in his eyes; what happened? And who did this to you? But I ignored the unspoken questions. I didn't want to tell anyone about it; not yet anyway.

A few days passed and now here I was, sitting on the worn tatami mats in the candle-lit dojo, limbs sprawled awkwardly in front of me as Leo sat opposite me, studying me with calm, calculating eyes.

"Come on Raph, just try a little bit harder," Leo coaxed, gesturing to where I was attempting to reach out and touch my toes. A move that used to be as easy as breathing was now as hard as trying to look at the back of my shell.

"You try reachin' for yer' toes when you have bits of metal jammed in your leg," I spat out as I slowly stretching forward, only to pull back with a hiss as a sharp pain shot up my bad leg and pulsed through my still-stiff arm.

"It's okay, I think we've done all we can for today," Leo said, doing a pretty shitty job of keeping the pity out of his voice and eyes.

Don had finally given the okay to start my physiotherapy sessions, and so far, things weren't going to great. Don had instructed Leo and shown him the simple, supposedly gentle exercises I was to perform twice a day, every day, for the next two months. This was my sixth day, and so far, I had only succeeded in lowering myself to the ground on my own, and that still wore me out more than I cared to admit, even to myself.

Every time I moved the tiniest bit, or stretched my muscles in the slightest, a sharp, almost burning sensation would shoot up through my bad leg and arm, causing me to bite my lip and curse in pain. I mean, I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I thought I could at least touch my stupid toes without being drenched in sweat by the end of the session.

"I got it, I ain't tired yet," I bit out, gritting my teeth together tightly, stretching out again to touch my toes; which seemed to be miles away instead of just inches. Pain radiated throughout my whole leg, making me growl in pain and irritation.

"It's okay, Raph, we can try again tomorrow." Leo said, placing his hand carefully on my bandaged leg.

"I said I'm fine!" I snapped, glaring at Leo and slapping his hand away from me. "I can do this."

"No you can't, Raph, not yet," Leo said, his patience starting to wear thin. "If you weren't so stubborn, maybe you wouldn't hurt yourself so much!"

"Oh, so now I'm the stubborn one? You seemed ta' be pretty damn stubborn when ya' got back from yer' jungle; bossin' us around an' tellin' us what to do all tha' time!"

"Oh what, so this is my fault now?" Leo asked incredulously. "Raph, I've done nothing but worry about you and trying to help you for the past two months, and you won't even tell me what happened that night!"

"Because it's none of yer' fuckin' business!" I snapped, anger radiating inside me, like a hot furnace.

"It is my business, Raph," Leo said, gritting his teeth in frustration. "You're my brother. I think I deserve to know what happened to you, considering you almost died!"

"You don't get it!" I shouted, the weeks of mounting frustration and lack of sleep taking its toll. "You never do."

Grabbing my crutches, I heaved myself painfully to my feet.

"Raphael, we are not done here!" Leo yelled, leaping quickly to his feet.

"Yes, we are," I snarled lowly, turning my back to Leo, I hobbled out of the room as fast as my good leg could carry me.

~Hun's POV~

Hun looked around the abandoned warehouse; pale beams of moonlight pooling on the dust-covered floor. It had been a month since his last operation had become a bust, and his old headquarters trashed. Now, he was going through the slow, very annoying, process of resettling all over again.

"Hey boss, don't ya' think we should finish tha' job? Ya' know, with those turtle freaks?"

Hun turned to face DragonFace, a scowl on his lips. "It's your fault we have to finish it in the first place! How could you not manage to kill the NightWatcher? The plan was fool-proof!"

"Sorry boss, we thought we had ganked 'im," DragonFace said, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. "We thought he'd gone over that guardrail boss."

"Well, he obviously didn't!" Hun snapped.

"We'll go ambush 'em boss," DragonFace said, "we know they live down in tha' 'll storm in there and gank 'em all at once."

"Gentlemen," a cold, familiar voice said from behind them. "I think I have a better idea…"

A/n: Did I just leave you all off at yet another cliff hanger, after not updating for so long? Why, I do believe I just did ;)

Sorry folks, until next time!

~Cat