A/N: To every single person that left any kind of print in my review box for this story: Thank You. I hope you enjoyed yourself. However, all good things must come to an end, so I give you the last chapter. Enjoy, and please don't forget to leave a review on your way out.

Chapter 12 - "Hide me!"

Donatello shifted in his chair, carefully looking down the grill of the toaster before he reached for the screwdriver on the left side of the desk, holding onto the desk with one hand as he leaned over to reach with the other.

"Hey!" Raph snapped from where he sat on the mattress, waving with his arm in the air. "Move, will ya? Yer blockin' the tube!"

Don gripped the tool and leaned back in his chair, sighing with his back turned to his two brothers. "Maybe if you hadn't forced that ridiculously large bread slice down the toaster, I wouldn't have to fix it," he said, putting the object upside down to unscrew the bottom screws.

"It ain't my fault they make those slices so damn big," Raphael gruffed, leaning back against the sub-car wall.

"Maybe not," Donnie said, taking out the last couple of screws "Still doesn't give you right to shove them down our toaster," he mumbled, his brothers unable to hear what he said. "Besides," he spoke up. "This is my room and you weren't exactly invited."

"Yeah well, we didn't come ta socialize," Raph said, his eyes locked on the television sitting on the left side of the desk. "Not ta break yer heart or anythin', but we're only usin' ya for the TV," he finished, earning a judgmental glare from Leo sitting beside him.

"You don't say.." Don replied, turning around in his chair with the screwdriver still gripped in his right hand. "Kinda figured as much after I installed it and you two suddenly became my best friends."

"We don't come here to bother you, Donnie," Leo jumped in, feeling a little guilty for the way he had behaved the last month. "But it's not like Mikey's giving us much of a choice with his 'Southpark' marathon. Yeah, sure I used to like that show, too... But Kenny dying twenty four-seven? That's just too much for anyone to take."

Don frowned and turned back to the toaster.

"C'mon," Raph teased with a grin. "Don't act like ya don't like our company. You ain't foolin' me, Don."

"Oh no! You're on to me!" Donnie gasped sarcastically, putting a hand to his plastron. "Don't be so full of yourself, Raph," he then said, returning to his normal voice. "You're not that incredible to have around."

"Denial," Raph said simply, waving off his brother's comment before returning to the movie that he and Leonardo were watching.

Suddenly a knock on the closed door interrupted them. They turned their heads to see who it was, while praying it wasn't Mikey that came to show them something 'totally tubulouso they just had to see' on another episode of 'Southpark'. However, they were positively surprised as their Sensei appeared in the doorway.

"I suspected you would be hiding in here," the old rat said, smiling at his three sons, although his smile quickly faded when he discovered the mess on Don's desk. "Donatello," he scolded, turning to his purple clad student. "I am only expecting you to keep your own room clean. Perhaps the four of you need to pick the chores back up to learn a thing or two about cleaning."

"N-no," Donnie stammered, completely panicked as he grabbed for the scattered CD's on his desk. "No, I'll clean this right up," he ensured, piling them up surprisingly fast.

"Good," Splinter approved, turning to look at his other two sons. "What about you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "Have you cleaned your rooms?"

"Yes," the two of them quickly answered in chorus, exchanging glances of irritation.

"Hmm.." Splinter mused, carefully reading his sons' faces for any signs of lying. "Then you should not mind if I inspect them."

Raph froze, fear obvious on his face. "Maybe I should juz make sure I made the bed," he quickly excused himself and snuck by his father, darting off to his room for some emergency cleaning.

Splinter smiled to himself, turning back to his other son. "I trust you have made your bed, Leonardo," he said, emphasizing the part about having made the bed.

"I have," Leo nodded, no worries hanging over him.

"Good," Splinter approved with a nod. "Then I will be in the kitchen if anyone should need me."

"Yes, Master," the oldest turtle nodded at his father as the old rat turned in the doorway and strode off towards the kitchen sub-car to make himself a cup of tea.

When walking towards the kitchen, Splinter passed his youngest son sprawled on the living room couch, his square shaped eyes glued to the TV. He reached inside the popcorn bowl with one hand while absentmindedly scratching himself on his thigh with the other, not even aware that there was another person in the room. Just as Splinter was about to speak, Michelangelo started laughing at something, amusingly pointing to the TV. The old rat sighed and continued on his path to the kitchen, shaking his head as Mikey suddenly started choking on a popcorn.

It is only a phase, Splinter told himself as he left his son alone to spit out the popcorn.

After shoving anything that might look suspicious into his closet, Raphael returned to the safety of Donatello's room, where the annoying voices of the 'Southpark' citizens couldn't reach. He noticed Don had piled his CD's on his desk, while Leo stood behind him and surveyed the job.

"If you just put this album here..." Leonardo suggested, grabbing a CD case and putting it on top of another pile.

"Would you stop it?" Don snapped, snatching the CD from his oldest brother. "I'm not gonna put them in alphabetical order."

"You might as well do it properly if you're gonna sort them out," Leo insisted, grabbing another CD from one of the piles.

"Leave the poor guy alone, will ya, Leo?" Raph said, stepping inside the room and plopping down on Donnie's bed in front of the TV. "One neat freak is more than enough. We don't need anotha' one."

"Gee, Raph," Donnie said, smiling slightly to himself. "I didn't know you cared so much. But you still have my CD's, so if you would just go and get them, that would be great."

"What?" Raph exclaimed, having just gotten comfortable with one of Donatello's pillows. "But I juz got back from there. Can't ya do it yerself? I don't even rememba' which ones I borrowed."

Don frowned, putting down one of his CD cases to the desk. "You borrowed my two 'Scorpions' albums and one 'Queen'," he reminded his brother, causing the third to raise his eye ridges in shock.

"You listen to 'Queen'?" Leo asked and turned around to Raphael on the bed, an amused look on his face.

"So whaddif I do? Ya got a problem with that?" Raph shot back, seemingly a little peeved.

Leo suppressed a smile. "Well, no. I like 'Queen', I just thought they might be a little too..." he paused in search of a proper word, "...merry for your liking."

"Hey!" Raph said, accusingly pointing at his older brother. "They've done some heavier stuff, too, a'right?"

"If you say so.." Leo mumbled, choking a smile that threatened to take him over.

Raphael glared at him for a moment before turning back to the TV, deciding he wouldn't let his big brother get to him.

"What if I get the CD's for you?" Leo suggested to Donatello who perked up at the idea. "With Queenie's permission, of course," he added, turning to Raphael.

Raph only responded by giving him the finger, not even looking away from the television.

"Be my guest," Don said, glancing at Raphael. "You know which albums I'm talking about?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah, probably the only ones that aren't broken."

"That's the ones," Donnie confirmed with a smile, ignoring the glare he received from his red masked brother.

Leo patted Don on the shoulder and left the sub-car to fetch the albums, still smiling over the fact that his macho brother listened to 'Queen'.

Don remained by his desk, still looking at Raphael with a big smile.

"What?" Raph spat, meeting his gaze. "I don't get why you look so damn happy. They're yer albums!"

"Yeah," Donnie said, nodding in agreement. "But you borrowed them."

"Oh shut up!" Raph snapped, tossing one of Donatello's pillows at him, hitting him square in his face. Although it didn't make his smile disappear.

Leo passed his baby brother on the living room couch, still watching his 'Southpark' tapes. Just when he thought he was safe, Mike's voice froze him in his tracks.

"You going to the kitchen, bro?" Mikey asked, perking up on the couch.

"No," Leonardo answered, slowly turning around to look at his brother, whom he noticed had a popcorn stuck to his face."Why?" he asked, suspiciously crossing his arms.

"If you could only make me some more popcorn," Mikey pleaded, holding up his empty bowl, "you would be my favoritest brother in the whole wide world."

Leo doubtfully raised an eye ridge, never breaking his gaze.

"Pleeeeeeeease?" Michelangelo begged, making puppy dog eyes at his big brother. "I love you sooo much."

"All right," Leo finally gave in, dropping his arms at his sides. "Just don't make a habit out of it, okay?"

"Scout's honor," Mike promised, saluting his brother. As he did, the snack stuck to his cheek came off and fell into the empty bowl. Mikey instantly lit up as he noticed and quickly reached down the bowl for the last popcorn; stuffing it into his mouth as if he hadn't seen food in days.

Leo sighed and went into the kitchen to put a bag of popcorn into the microwave, greeting his father at the table as he did.

"Are you having popcorn?" Splinter asked, dipping his tea-bag in his cup.

"It's for Mikey," Leo answered, closing the microwave and setting the time.

"I am very pleased the two of you are getting along again," Splinter said, putting the used tea bag aside. "Brothers should not argue."

Leo gave a small smile. "I know, Master. It's just.. sometimes he makes it really hard."

The old rat swallowed the hot tea and set the cup back down to the table. "He does," he said, nodding understandingly. "Keep in mind to be patient with him," he advised, looking at his oldest son.

"Of course," Leo promised, nodding at his father before leaving the kitchen for Raphael's room.

Once in there Leo walked up to the CD tower standing next to his hot-headed brother's mattress, crouching to be able to look over the titles. After passing tons of punk and heavier rock albums Leo would never consider listening to, he recognized 'Queen's' blue colored Best Of-album. Not long after that, he found the two 'Scorpions' Donnie had talked about.

He gripped the three CD cases in his right hand and rose to stand. Only when taking his second step, one of the CD's slipped out of his grip and dropped to the floor, two discs falling out of the open case.

Leo bent down to pick them up, a little surprised there were two CD's in the same case. After putting the first back in its place, Leo noticed by the title on the second disc, it did not belong it that CD case.

In fact, he had been searching for this particular one for over a month. Leo picked up the 'Band of brothers' disc and scanned it for any scratches. Relieved to find it clean, he quickly opened the rest of the cases he held in his hands, searching for the other four missing DVD's. After not finding them there, Leo turned around to Raphael's five feet high CD tower, realizing he had some serious searching to do. Dropping to his knees in despair, he did the only thing he could think of...

Donatello had returned to fixing the toaster when a furious voice ripped through their quiet home, causing him to drop the screwdriver in shock.

"MIKEY!"

Don and Raphael worriedly glanced at each other, wondering what had made their oldest brother so upset. A mere second later their youngest brother stormed inside the room, closing the sub-car doors behind him, locking the lock Don had installed for his room especially.

"Hide me!" he quickly said, staring at his two brothers for support.

"Whaddid'ya do?" Raph wondered, glaring suspiciously at the frightened turtle.

"It doesn't matter," Mikey rambled, searching the room for a place to hide. "He'll kill me if he finds me. Ya gotta help me!" He turned to Donnie, frantically shaking him by his shoulders.

Once a tempered knock shook the locked doors to the room, Mike froze up, afraid that even breathing might give away his position.

"I know you're in there!" Leo hollered from the outside, banging on the doors furiously. "If you won't open this door, I'll kick it in myself!" he threatened, causing Donatello's face to twist in worry.

He knew how long it would take him to repair that door, not to mention the lock.

"N-no, Don, please," Mikey stammered, pleadingly grabbing after him as he rose from his chair and approached the door. When getting no sympathy from his purple masked brother, he rushed over to the mattress and hid behind Raphael, trying to disappear behind his shell.

"Get offa' me!" Raph said, trying to grab his little brother from behind.

Once Donnie had unlocked the doors and Leo had ripped them open with brutal force, Michelangelo froze in complete fear, staring at his oldest brother as he stepped inside the room.

Leo held up the 'Band of brothers' disc he had found in Raphael's room, walking past Donnie and further into the room with a menacing look in eyes. "I know what you did," he said silently, his low voice holding a kind of fury that chilled Mike down to his very bones. "I know about the CD's," Leo continued, closing in on his little brother, who fearfully pushed himself against the wall.

"And this time, Mikey," Leo growled, stopping by the edge of the mattress and staring down at his youngest brother. "I will get you for it."

THE END