Ok, I know this took forever, but I wanted to get it 100% right. This is my last chapter, so I wanted it to be the best. I've enjoyed all of this time with you guys, you are some of the best fans in the world, constantly sending me reviews, favourites and follows, death threats when I don't update-I love it all!

I've been writing this story since June 4th 2014, and have now finished it on May 4th (be with with you) 2015.

Hope you like it-and thank you once again.

"Ki-ya!"

Leo called out several battle calls as he ran through his katas for the seventh time that day, trying to perfect the one that Splinter had taught them in training. Sure, he had preformed it the best in their training, but his left leg was still off centre, and his right arm had a slight tendency to leave him open for attacks, should he use it in battle.

"Hi-ow!"

He dropped his katanas as he inspected his wound. Whilst jumping he had managed to slice his leg. Not massively so he was dying next to the massive tree, but still-it was there. He walked over to the first-aid box Donnie had mounted on the wall so that he wasn't getting his brothers walking into his lab every twenty minutes.

As he reached up, he caught a glance at their first weapons, which Splinter had placed up on the wall-as a sort of trophy. He looked at his wooden Katana, remembering how he got it, who it was from, and what they had been though.

And gently, he smiled.

Then he took the first aid down from the wall, and began to work on his wound.

~Slight Miscalculation~

To say that Mikey was bored would be an understatement. He was possibly the most bordest, bored person (or turtle) to ever be bored in the whole of bordington. Raph had broken the game console after their last game of Mario Kart, it was Sunday-so there was nothing on TV, and his skateboard had been confiscated after he accidentally left it by his door, causing Donnie to slip on it when he came to ask him what he wanted to dinner.

At a loss for anything else, Mikey stood up on his bed and started going through his shelves, looking for any comic that he couldn't quite remember the ending of.

At the back of his shelf, wedged between Mighty Mitants: Issue #46 and an old bottle of soda, sat a comic that he had forgotten about for a long time. He pulled it out, looking at the (near) mint condition copy of Silver Sentry #1. The franchise didn't even exist in their dimension.

Mikey flopped back onto his bed, and opened up the comic, reliving the memories as he turned the pages.

~Slight Miscalculation~

Raph stroked Spike lightly as the smaller turtle but down on his leaf. Spike was possibly the only living thing that Raph could honestly talk to. Mostly since he couldn't talk back, or make fun, or invoke his rage.

Sometimes there honestly seemed like no one understood.

Well...there was one person. He had understood better than anyone, since he knew what it was like-more than you could believe.

Raph lightly traced the outline of his scar. The others had fussed over it when they had first noticed it back in their cell. There had been a few days back then when Raph was shadowed by his brothers, who all wanted him to be safe. But Raph was brave, he could handle himself.

Those memories, the recollection of what they had been through-what they survived, they proved that.

Spike bit down on his leaf once more.

~Slight Miscalculation~

Donnie was concentrating on tightening the last bolt on his new invention, but was moving at possibly half the rate he usually would, since he kept on sneaking glances at April. The redhead was searching around his shelves of old inventions, ones that half worked since back then he had been limited to what they could scrounge up in the sewers. Now they were older, they could make some visits to junkyards.

"Hey Donnie?"

He looked up from his invention to see April holding one of his old projects, a box with several cookies wires sticking out of it.

"What's this one?" She asked, tilting it so she could get a better look.

"That?" He questioned. "It's a particle replicator." He took it from her hands and smiled as he looked it over.

"Really?" April seemed excited by the prospect. "You made that? How?"

Donnie's gap-tooth smile turned fond. "I had some help."

"From who?"

"It's-" He laughed once, looking up to meet her eyes. "It's a long story."

Yay!

Again, sorry I haven't updated for a month or so! But I feel like this is a worthy ending. I might revisit this in a while, once my writing has improved. Maybe I can update it a bit.

But for now-I'm happy.

As for my next story, I'm either going to do a NCIS one or an Avengers one. At this point, I'm more leaving towards Avengers. But you never know!

Until next time,

G.J

(A.K.A. Turtlefan141)