Stealthy Stories

[engelina]

and so we now learn how a-Leo finds out about Apollo.

poor Luna. it probably was part of her nightmares for those 4 and a half months. at least A-Leo lets Apollo stay with his mom and dad.


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[Ramica]

So this is how A- Leo learns that Apollo is truly his son. Luna really did get under his shell. Just no lucl in love always seeming to love the wrong woman (Personally though, I think Luna is far better off with the Ninja Master.)

Love the scene with A-Leo and Obsidian, and Ob asking for another story. Cute father/son bit.

Little Apollo is so cute and cuddly.

Ah, I guess the Assassin could make things much more miserable on Luna and Don over Apollo- but why go straight to it. He can have much more fun hanging it over their heads and 'playing' with them.

Guess they were lucky to have kept Apollo a secret for as long as they did. He was bound to find out sooner or later.
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Walter: Where are we?
Jeff Dunham: Prince George, ever been here?
Walter: Nobody has!

[Askre]

[Askre]

Often, you are your own best friend.


I'm not sure how this one started. Just suddenly I felt I needed a short story with NT-Leo talking little about the counterpart's he met so far. OT-Leo, Rogue, Lereth the Jumper and Movie Leonardo, not to mention the Assasin.

So yeah here it is.


Disclaimer and Legal stuff:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles®, including Raphael®, Michelangelo®, Leonardo®, Donatello®, April O'Neil®, and Splinter® are registered trademarks of Viacom International Inc. Based on characters and comic books created by Peter A. Laird and Kevin B. Eastman.

I do not own them in other words.

This story is written purely as a homage to the Teenage Mutant Turtles and not meant for any commercial profit or infringement on copyright. This story will immediately be removed if Viacom International wishes so.

AU turtles in all their varety are based off the TMNT.

The story, is copyright © 2010 by Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).

Story rated G

Sum: NT-Leo talks a little about the counterparts he's so far met.

I remember so vividly when I first met the assassin. How disturbing it was to see someone wearing my gear and looking and talking almost exactly like me. I’ve faced many enemies, fought opponents that could well have killed me and my brothers if not for our training, if not for our strong bonds as brothers. But the assassin, he truly has tested us, both what we have learned as ninjas and as a family.

It’s hard to imagine that someone who used to be essentially me could turn so dark. Attack his own family and nearly destroy it. Shatter the bonds he had with them and abandon them like some undesirable garbage.

But yet there he was, Leonardo Assassin and Bounty hunter. Not only did he live a life so similar to mine, his brothers told me that I might end up facing a similar situation that he did. The one that changed him forever and they were right, I did. I do not know if subconsciously their warnings guided us, or if by some pure luck I simply took the opposite path. Then again, there were key differences in how we were faced by this choice.

We both hurt our master by accident and that made our fathers realize it was time to let us go and be taught by another. But the assassin didn’t take it so well and stormed out of the lair, never to be seen again. I did not; I remained and allowed my Master Splinter to explain himself. The Assassin was abducted by one of the most feared criminals in the multiverse, while I took a ship to Japan to be taught by the Ancient One.

And the Assassin became feared in his own right but not among the general populace. No in his world he is a hero, hailed and loved. No he struck fear among the criminals and anyone who might risk getting a bounty on their heads. He would hunt them down relentlessly and deliver them dead or alive to whomever paid him. But he was also rumored to assassinate and usually anyone who was unlucky enough to be sighted by his rifle was killed.

But he did not just hunt bounty. He did not just strike fear in those he was paid to hunt or kill. Assassin Leonardo went against others, targets closer to home so to speak. He regularly went in search of, tracked down and either attacked or abducted his own counterparts.

Don told me of his hobby room, though probably a trophy room would be more accurate description. A room where the four walls were all littered with pictures, framed images of his favorite prey, us his counterparts. Some tortured and abused in various twisted manner, others simply attacked on the rooftops of their worlds without any provocation.

I’m not his first victim nor was I the last. Nobody knows who the first Leonardo was to have the ‘honor’ of meeting the Assassin. But his brother, General Magistrate Raphael has said I do seem to be one of his favorites, at least I can definitely say that he’s dealt with me and my family the most.

And during those events I started to make friends I never imagined I would make in all my life. I’ve heard the saying that you often are your own best friend, but I think my brothers and I can honestly say we can take that phrase quiet literally. Because thanks to our shared history with the Assassin, I count now four turtles who also go by the name Leonardo as my friends.

The first one of them I met had been abducted along with is brothers by the Assassin. They spent five grueling and horrible months in his company. They were all four tormented, tortured and abused in various manners. But their own Leonardo, their leader was treated the worst. He was so viciously abused and humiliated that at time we feared he was lost forever. The scars subjected to him still linger within his mind. They may never heal fully.

Leonardo was the anchor of his team, the one who kept them focused on their tasks. He and his brothers were in contrast to my brothers and I, far lighter hearted for lack of any proper term to describe it. They handled their enemies differently; even their Raphael hardly lost his temper.

My letter wearing friend had been abducted by him before and he still carries the physical scars from that stay. The Assassin has a very disturbing interest in that particular counterpart. I’ve been told that even though he has viciously tormented counterparts before, even to brink of suicide. None has been as horribly humiliated and abused as the L wearing turtle has.

But despite the abuse, despite the deep mental scars and the constant reminders the physical ones are for him. Leonardo refuses to let it destroy him, he fights on and has managed to gain for the most part again his confidence and dedication. He’s faced his tormentor now many times and only to come out stronger as a result.

Maybe it is the light hearted nature of his family that has helped him survive. I must admit that had we met under other circumstances, without the “aid” of the assassin. I would probably been taken aback how his world works and how he and his brothers acted at times. But now I appreciate more these differences between our two worlds. Because for all I know, that may have just helped him on his long road to recovery.

Leonardo is a very honorable and kind person but can be just as tough as any ninja. But if we really want to talk tough and even rough, then we have to go to his complete opposite. Rogue.

Now how do you describe Rogue? Alright he’s honorable in his own way, but he is rough and with an attitude you would more expect Raph to portray. This foulmouthed turtle can make the hardiest sailors blush with his mouth alone; he really has no shame and takes absolutely no nonsense from anyone.

He really confused me at first, he too had a personal history with the Assassin but he’s the only one who can claim never having been truly attacked by him. No Rogue did not get abducted or spontaneously confronted by him. Rogue Leonardo actually fell in love with him.

Yes Rogue was not just a very unique counterpart; he had a different attitude towards the Assassin. He was more like a hurt and betrayed lover who was just shoved aside, while the rest of us were tormented victims. I am not sure if my foulmouthed friend still loves the Assassin, I think most of it has changed into resentment and hate. He never talks very kindly about him and I now know that when he uses extremely strong curse words about someone, he does not like that person.

Rogue is though more loyal and dedicated than he gives himself credit to. He becomes very protective of those he has decided to care about, to the point of actually throwing himself in harms way if it will help. He shows affection by throwing insults at those he knows can take them and he can be respectful to those that have earned his trust.

I guess his rough life has been a major contributing factor of his attitude. He and his brothers fought really bloody battles against their enemies the Jade Dragons. He even was once captured by them and cruelly altered so they could torment him longer and harder. It hardened him up, he had to be rough to survive and that’s probably why he’s so far fared the best of us when meeting the Assassin.

The Assassin probably just expected to meet another honorable and kind hearted counterpart. Not a rough, tough, street hardened counterpart who could hurl insults with the best of them. That barrels into battle with just as eager grin as any good Raphael. I’m very glad to be able to call him my friend. There are probably several who have regretted getting this particular Leonardo mad at them. Rogue is not a turtle to be on the bad side of.

Speaking of turtles one better not mess with, though he is not a true counterpart I’ve considered it an honor to call him that. He is just as honorable as any good Leonardo. The last living member of the ancient turtle race the Dark Sliders, Lereth the ancient cyborg

I’ve only recently gotten to know this turtle, another cyborg friend Cyborg Raphael knows him a bit better. But I’ve clearly seen what this guy is capable of and it’s quite impressive. He’s clearly been built for combat and he does not use it sparingly.

But despite the hardware, there is a very noble and honorable reptile underneath it all. You can hear it when he talks that he is old and been around for a long time. He’s shaped by so many events that it’s hard to truly describe him.

He took the mantle of Leonardo after witnessing a counterpart of ours falling in battle to save his family. He chose to honor that turtle by taking his name and he was accepted into that family. Lereth for the first time in a very long time belonged somewhere, only to have it robbed away by another counterpart hunter, Gray Michelangelo.

Lereth spent 16 years hunting him down and in the meantime came across the Assassin. They fought briefly but the Jumper was intent on his original prey and never gave him a second thought. That probably saved the Assassin’s life, because I have a suspicion that Lereth is not easily defeated if you don’t have the proper tools around.

Gray Michelangelo finally made the fatal mistake. He attacked Rogue’s brothers and chased the one who escaped him and his brothers. Right to the world my foul-mouthed friend was living in and waiting there was the Jumper who had somehow anticipated their arrival. Lereth has never told us how he did that.

Rogue was more than happy to demonstrate that he will not have his brothers attacked and murdered without a fight. Gray Michelangelo was killed and Lereth’s mission was over.

Our paths would then cross again later and once that was over I was happy to take him in as one of us. He’s showed he’s well worthy of being called Leonardo, though he’s allowed us to call him by his real name, just to avoid confusion.

I’m now brought to the most recent counterpart I’ve met. Much like Lereth, the Assassin did not abduct him but fought him briefly before leaving him. But first this Leonardo was hunted all around New York City before finally meeting face to face with our black-wearing counterpart.

And that Leonardo took that very personally. So personally that he, once the opportunity came, went on his own hunt to hunt down the Assassin and stop him from attacking any other counterparts. I must admit I was not that surprised a counterpart would be hunting for the Assassin but that I would end up meeting him hadn’t really crossed my mind.

But Leonardo was not obsessed with his hunt; he was careful and didn’t just rush around. When we met I was confronting the Assassin and had become injured. Leo didn’t even bother trying to chase him when he fled, but instead opted to tend to me and my injuries. He was quite surprised to learn of my history with our common enemy.

His family did though not extend just to three brothers and a sensei. He was actually married and had an adoptive daughter. That might have explained his more careful nature, he wouldn’t want to disappear forever on his wife.

We never really had to team up regarding the assassin; instead we ended up being on the same investigation team regarding the chaos in the underworld. Leonardo had his own skills, showing he was a veteran now in dimension travelling, he knew at least one alien language and was able get confirmation of how involved one of the Underworld lords was.

And he clearly had his goals straight. I had personally never really thought much about it myself, neither had our L-wearing friend or Rogue. But it was him who rallied us together to go and confront the assassin once the whole underworld chaos was over; all five of us even Lereth. I had always felt it was dangerous to confront the assassin, he guarded his secrets relentlessly. But Leonardo told me that we can’t let him control what we do and we had better show him that we were no longer going to let him push us around, it was time to push back.

Once that was all over and not too surprisingly the assassin had fled when faced with the overwhelming odds of five against him, I felt oddly good about it. But had we really finally stuck up against him? Or had we just asked for more trouble over us.

My attitude may stem more from that I have just wanted to forget about the assassin. Block him out, just be glad he isn’t currently messing in my life or my friends and family. Leonardo on the other hand did not want to forget; he was determined to stop the assassin and has now joined forced with Ninja Master Donatello.

He told me that his determination is not just because he was attacked by him. No he could live with the scars. What he couldn’t live with was that he could have stopped the assassin, prevented him from attacking someone else. The assassin had attacked him as a mere detour, just while he waited for the right time to strike at another counterpart. I learned when first meeting Leonardo that the counterpart turned out to be me

But even if he has his goals, is driven by his determination he still does not let it cloud his priorities. The moment he heard his wife’s tormentor had escaped from jail he had dropped everything regarding the assassin. He even agreed to join in on the investigations since it involved the escaped enemy of his family.

So those are my four friends, my four counterparts. We are tied together by our joint history with the assassin and in many ways I’m glad that I can call onto them in the fight against him.

Plus the mental image of the assassin having to face so many counterparts is just so good.

The end

Nothing much to really tell about this fic. Kind of a reflection fic I suppose and a chance to see how one of the main characters of the Assassin series, NT-Leo sees the others around him.
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[engelina]

nice one shot, and interesting to see Leo's views on all the counterparts he met in his live, and his thoughts about them.


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[Askre]

[Askre]

The Early Morning.

This is story happens actually directly after the last chapter of Double Encounter, pretty much the next morning. These are the Movie Turtles in the assassin series and just a quiet morning start where we start on Movie Leonardo and his new girlfriend, the rymska woman Jala.

Disclaimer and Legal stuff:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles®, including Raphael®, Michelangelo®, Leonardo®, Donatello®, April O'Neil®, and Splinter® are registered trademarks of Viacom International Inc. Based on characters and comic books created by Peter A. Laird and Kevin B. Eastman.

I do not own them in other words.

This story is written purely as a homage to the Teenage Mutant Turtles and not meant for any commercial profit or infringement on copyright. This story will immediately be removed if Viacom International wishes so.

Jala, Braka and Dia are © Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).

AU turtles in all their variety are based off the TMNT.

The story, is copyright © 2010 by Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).


Sum: It's a quiet morning in the lair and as usual. Leonardo wakes up first.

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Leonardo couldn’t describe this wonderful experience as anything else but wonderful. What else could the turtle do? It was possible that more words existed but right now none of them came to mind. All he could think of was how wonderful this was. That something had happened that he and his brothers had long since accepted that most likely wouldn’t happen. That right next to him, in his room, in his bed lay the woman of his dream, the love of his life.

The turtle was awake, had actually awoken few minutes ago and now just lay on his side, one hand under his cheek as he admired the sleeping form in front of him. Jala hadn’t woken up just yet but she probably would, the wolfoid Rytona was a morning person just like him.

Unlike most rymska women, Jala had long hair. It was special extension that was made to look as normal as possible. It was in the same color and her fur, gray and flowed down her shoulders, thick and lush. But even without hair, her humanoid body was feminine so it was very hard to mistake her for a male. Her muzzle was also shorter than on a male rymska, probably making her even a little bit more fox like than wolfish.

Of course animal comparisons were frowned up on by Rytonas, so none of the turtles now made them. Even Raph and Mike didn’t dare tease Jala with any canine sounding jokes. Leo doubted that she would mind terribly if they slipped up, animal jokes were maybe not liked but it was not like you would be killed for it. At most a Rytona would probably give a stern glance and remind the person that they were not that animal.

Jala was small for a rymska woman, they were usually over five feet and six inches, which was how high Leonardo was. But height was never a concrete rule and Rytonas much like humans could wary in height, no matter the racial group. The blue-masked turtle was actually whole six inches taller than his lover.

Leonardo wondered how it had all started. He had felt great admiration for Jala for a long time, who had lived a very difficult life. She had married first into a family that did not accept her at all; her only source of comfort was her late husband Daram who was forced to obey his dominating father. Even when she gave birth to their first child Braka, she hadn’t even been allowed to be his mother. Not until through series of events when she ended up being forced to live with the turtles for a week.

Her husband had died having angered too much a powerful crime lord from their own world. The ninja still felt chills when remembering Akre giving the emotionless order. Leo had been unable to stop it, unable to save Daram as Akre’s brother Dqrre hew him down with his sword. Jala had then lost the only friend she had ever had in her current life. But fortunately she had been able to make few new ones.

The turtle sighed softly, no he was positive now. He had been charmed by her the moment he laid his eyes on the rymska woman. Far back when she had been pleading him and Raphael for mercy, when they had been quite ready to cut Daram’s throat thinking him to be an enemy. Leonardo winched a little when remembering that, he still felt a bit ashamed of having done that.

Back then of course he hadn’t been able to think much about that, they were all under stress, Mike had been a prisoner and they were in a desperate search for him. But after reflecting on it all, the turtle was quite sure when he had first felt something. It was no doubt that because it was Jala who had kept speaking that he had relented in sparing Daram and give them the chance to prove them selves.

Jala was beginning to stir in the bed. Leonardo smiled; it meant she would be waking up soon. But a baby wail further inside the subway-car caught his attention. That woke the woman up completely but the turtle was already jumping over her and hurried to the crib.

“You shouldn’t be pushing yourself up like that with those bandages on,” Jala reprimanded him; she was now sitting in the bed but didn’t bother to cover her naked body with the blanket.

Leo didn’t answer that one; he still had the bandages from his stay at the hospital on Rytonas. Jala turned into quite the mother hen once he was out, always reminding him not to stress his wounds. But the turtle didn’t blame her nor show any signs of irritation of her concerns. She knew how it was to lose someone and though his wounds were not life threatening, the woman just couldn’t help it.

“Now little princess, you don’t want to wake up the whole lair,” he gently scooped up the little girl. Dia stopped wailing once she was in his arms, but her lips quivered and her big wide eyes brimmed with tears.

“There has got to be magic in those arms of yours, it can take me a minute to quiet her down,” Jala smiled and scooted a bit to the side so Leo could sit down on the bedside.

“Well it is a little warm in here, maybe she likes the cool touch of my skin,” Leonardo shrugged lightly. Dia stared up at her parents who both watched her lovingly. The little rymska girl smiled and gave a giggle, kicking a lightly with her small chubby legs.

“It’s not that cool,” Jala commented and put the back of her left hand on the turtle’s cheek for a moment.

“Well I don’t think anyone in the lair is complaining,” Leo chuckled, Dia was babbling now; one hand moved so it was like she was patting the turtle on the plastron.

“Well since she is up, I might as well teach you how to brush her,” the rymska woman figured and climbed out of the bed. Leonardo raised an eye-ridge but said nothing.

Jala returned with the brush and sat down beside him. Then she started to instruct the ninja what to do, sweeping gently the soft hairs through the child’s fur. Dia closed her eyes and clearly seemed to enjoy this as Leo brushed her stomach area and those parts of her legs and arms that faced him. He also took carefully the furry little face.

“Now gently turn her so she lies on her stomach so you can take the back,” Jala continued. Dia was carefully shifted and the girl only gave a small peep in the process. Soon she lay on her stomach on her father’s arm, her head resting on it and one leg dangling down. Gently Leonardo brushed her back area; the child closed her eyes again.

“You learn quickly,” the rymska woman chuckled. The turtle smiled, he was now brushing Dia’s tiny little tail.

“So this is done every time after she has slept?” Leo asked and got a positive nod. Once the brushing was done, the turtle put the brush on the nightstand.

“This is also a great way to bond with the child,” Jala leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’ll never replace the father she never got to know,” Leonardo said and gently caressed Dia’s head. The little girl was quite content on lying on his arm like this for now. “But at least I can fill in for him.”

“It is too bad she will never be able to get to know him,” the woman sighed and gently nuzzled her daughter’s small muzzle with one finger. “But I can’t think of anyone better to fill in the role for him than you Leo.”

“I’ll do my best,” the ninja smiled and kissed Jala’s head. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” the rymska woman put her arms around him.

“Jala, I know I confessed to you how long I’ve been in love with you. But I’m curious,” the turtle became thoughtful. “When did you… You know…”

“I… I’m not sure,” Jala glanced at him. “When you kissed me on the porch of the farmhouse… I was just so happy that someone was interested in me again. Guess I had some self-esteem issues. But to be honest I always thought all four of you where very handsome and I was surprised that all of you weren’t already taken.”

“Well it was not like we could go outside and express our interests,” Leo chuckled and the rymska smiled.

“No yeah… when I heard your story I understood it better. I guess it just charmed me more, I knew myself how it was to live a difficult life and not being able to escape it. In many ways, having to stay with you all that week was a blessing even though the last day I would gladly forget,” Jala confessed.

“Yes… I guess I must admit I was surprised you would want someone that was even remotely similar to Alo species wise,” Leonardo admitted, he was playfully punched on the shoulder by Jala.

“Shows how much you know about us Rytonas,” she teased. “You would have to smell like Alo for me to be reminded of him.”

“Yes, yes you Rytonas don’t go for the look,” the turtle chuckled.

“Oh I don’t know, those muscle bound arms are pretty snug and comfy,” Jala grinned and snuggled closer to him. The ninja tried not to laugh.

“Well I’m afraid those muscle bound arms are busy with another important lady in my life,” Leonardo teased, Dia was now sucking on her hand.

“One lady that is impossible to be jealous of,” Jala giggled and dropped one arm down to rest the hand on their daughter’s back.

“You know, I am still also all for trying to make one on my own,” the turtle whispered and kissed her on the cheek.

“What you don’t want a son?” the rymska chuckled and kissed him back.

“Whoever comes first,” Leonardo grinned. Dia made some babbling noises and tried to turn, causing the attention of her parents to be on her again.

“Maybe we should go ahead and get her something to eat, besides it will be soon be morning practice, not that Don and I will be participating that much except in light exercises” the turtle suggested. “Guess any plans for baby making will have to be put on hold until bedtime later tonight.”

“Yes, gimme that little imp,” Jala chuckled and picked up her daughter. “We’ll dress up; you go and make some tea.”

“Yes my lady,” Leonardo smiled and rose up. Before he left the subway car he gave them a glance, Jala was already in the process of putting a small dress on the girl. She fuzzed and waved her little arms in protest.

Leo sighed contently and left for the kitchen. In there Donatello was already busy making coffee; the usually blue-masked turtle raised an eye-ridge and wondered if his brother had been sleeping much at all.

“Leo, hi,” Don glanced back when hearing his brother enter.

“Good morning Don,” Leo nodded, like him the purple-masked one still had some bandages on.

“I was thinking, maybe we can wall off an area like we did with the kitchen, make a nursery,” Donatello looked him as the other turtle started to heat water for tea.

“Sounds good to me,” Leonardo nodded, the only reason Dia’s crib had been in his room was because this had been the first night Jala and her children would live permanently in the lair. The spare subway car had already been given to Braka as a room.

“Don was it selfish of me? You know to go after her?” the blue-masked turtle suddenly asked.

“No,” surprisingly Donatello was very quick to answer. He looked at Leonardo and was smiling.

“Honestly, I was being foolish. I was being too much of a friend to Jala to be able to be anything else. And now that I have really had time to reflect one it, I much rather be her friend,” Don continued. “I was just honestly being a lovesick jealous puppy.”

“You know I would have stepped aside if I had known,” Leo told him.

“I know… but I was too afraid to do anything anyway,” his brother sighed. “I was afraid that perhaps all she wanted from me was the friendship I had given her.”

“Well you’re half right,” Jala peeked into the kitchen causing both turtles to look at her only mildly startled.

But the rymska woman didn’t say anything just yet; she entered and handed Dia to Leo. The girl babbled away and was very interested to see the tea kettle closer. Meanwhile her mother went over to Donatello and hugged him from behind.

“You have been a very good friend Donatello and I must admit that for a short while I too hoped that maybe we could be more. But I felt you were just too good of a friend and I didn’t want to ruin it if something didn’t work out. You’ve always been so supportive, you were the first one to actually tell me to be a mother to Braka, you never gave up on me,” she said and smiled at the turtle.

“And I was right wasn’t I?” Don arched an eye-ridge. Jala smiled and hugged him again.

“Yes you were,” the woman admitted and let him go, she walked over to Leo who peered at her.

“How much did you hear?” he asked unsure. The rymska grinned and pointed to her ears.

“Those aren’t for decoration purpose ya know hujan,” she gently reminded him and patted her lover on the cheek. “Don’t worry; it’s natural to doubt yourself at some point.”

“Leo was just being Leo,” Donatello chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. I value our friendship too much, Leo is good for you Jala and I am really happy for you two.”

Jala smiled towards him while scooping Dia from Leo’s arms. She planted her daughter on the high chair and went to get the little girl something to eat. Her lover finished making tea and Don finally had his coffee. They were all sitting by the kitchen table when Splinter arrived.

“Ah good morning children, I can see that despite their injuries and my intention to let them not participate in practice today my sons still wake up early,” the old rat greeted them.

“Wait what?” Leo’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He had at least expected to do some exercises.

“My son it’s more important that those wounds heal,” Splinter gently reminded him while helping himself to the tea. Donatello said nothing; he told nobody that he hadn’t actually gone to bed yet so he was rather glad to be skipping practice this morning.

“Don’t worry Master Splinter, I’ll make sure those two don’t try anything,” Jala said with a small grin. Leonardo eyed her and then glanced at Don; the two turtles didn’t look too impressed.

Soon Braka came running inside followed by Raphael and Mike. The boy did complain a little about waking up so early, but was firmly reminded by his red-masked adoptive father to get used to it.

Leonardo couldn’t but smile when hearing his brother already starting to become firmer with the boy. At first the turtle hadn’t been sure if Raph would be able to, he and Braka were just such a good friends. His temperamental brother had been quite content on just being a father figure for the boy. But his attitude changed shortly after Jala gave her blessing that Braka could actually call him and look at him as a father.

Then again Raphael always knew how important training was and if he wanted to teach Braka properly, some ground rules had to be made. But even so they still had fun together. Outside the dojo they still did all the things the two of them usually did.

“Enjoy your time off,” Raph snorted, lightly slapping both Don and Leo on their heads before heading out after getting some much needed coffee. He was soon followed by Splinter, Mike and Braka.

“Don, how long did they say those bandages have to be on?” Leonardo glanced at his purple-wearing brother. The turtle was slowly tapping his fingers on the kitchen table. Jala giggled, she was busy cleaning up her messy daughter who had quite enjoyed her breakfast.

“Few more days Leo, sorry,” Donatello informed him with an uneasy grin. The other ninja’s eyes narrowed a bit.

“I can see you are going to be a difficult patient,” the rymska woman snickered; Dia giggled only because her mother was.

“Only Raph is worse,” Don laughed. “Don’t worry Leo; I’m sure Splinter will let you do some light stuff tonight.”

“I certainly hope so,” Leo sighed but then smiled. “Oh well he’s right, better not act these injuries up and make them worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jala patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Besides I need to teach you how to bathe a fuzzy child.”

“She looks to be behaving… oh wait you were referring to the fur,” Leo caught on and shook his head. He proceeded to pick Dia up and rose from his own chair. “Guess I might as well, not doing anything else this morning.”

“Have fun,” Don called after his brother and the rymska woman disappeared out of the kitchen with Dia.

Hm, no morning practice, hardly any sleep. Go to bed? Or for once enjoy TV all for myself? Hmmm decisions, decisions, the purple-masked turtle rubbed his chin thoughtfully. In the end he decided he better get some sleep and disappeared into his room.

The end

Details of why Leo and Don are injured are in Double Encounter.
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[Fishy716]

Don't know how I missed the past 2 stories 0.o Thought I had read all the short-stories for the Assassin series so far I see now how A-Leo learns about Apollo And it's great to see a little more from the Movie turtles and what's going on with them :)

[Askre]

[engelina]

and we get a little peek into one of the first mornings of leo and jala as a couple. dia is being cute! * would steal her, but angry rytona+ angry mutant turtle is not a good thing*


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