A/N: As fate would have it this is the last chapter for this story. I'm glad you all enjoyed it.

No one could remember getting from the battle ground to the hospital. It was all a blur. Slick, Leonardo and Michelangelo had all gone into shock and were currently being treated while everyone else sat in the waiting area. None of them spoke. April was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and Casey was trying calm her down. Trek, Lyle and Natalia tried to keep their minds off of what had happened by playing a game of cards. They had arrived on the scene seconds before Raphael had collapsed. Brad paced nervously around the waiting room. Every now and then, his eyes would drift to the door where his son and nephews had gone through.

"Raphael, open your eyes," Brad desperately instructed.

Raphael's eyes opened for a split second before closing again. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Every second that ticked by, Raphael's breathing became more labored and more shallow. Slick held his brother's hand in a death grip in an attempt to get him to wake up.

"Raphie, don't leave," he begged. "I already lost Dad to Bishop, I don't want to lose you, too."

Glazed, amber eyes looked up at him and Raphael smiled weakly. "Sorry, Slick," he whispered. "Sorry."

The smile faded and his eyes closed again.

Everything after that was hazy. Brad ran his fingers through his hair. First his brother had been taken, then his son had been shot, and now his nephew was in surgery. Bishop really did want the Summers family dead. Just then, a nurse came out and walked over to Brad.

"How are they?" Summers asked.

"Michelangelo, Leonardo and Slick will be fine. They have been treated for shock and are currently resting," the nurse explained.

"And Raphael?" Brad inquired.

The nurse was silent for a few moments. Then, she finally answered. "He is still in surgery. The surgeons are having a difficult time trying to stop the bleeding."

"I should've killed Bishop before he had the chance to pull the trigger," Brad muttered.

"If you wanted to see your son, you can go in, now," the nurse replied.

Brad smiled. "Thank you," he whispered.

The young woman smiled back and went to check on someone else who was waiting. Brad motioned for the others to follow him. The group got up and followed him into the room where Slick, Leonardo and Michelangelo were in. Lyle, Natalia and Trek instantly went over to Leonardo's bed. Donatello and April went over to Michelangelo and Brad and Casey made their way over to Slick. He had his face buried in his pillow and his body shook with sobs. Casey remember the last time he saw Slick like this. A year ago it had been Leonardo who had been on the receiving end of a bullet. Brad gently rubbed his nephew's back.

"You killed him, right?" Slick choaked. "Bishop's dead, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Brad answered. "Bishop's gone. In all my years of wielding a gun I have never missed a target. Not even Bishop can dodge a bullet."

Slick took a deep, shaky breath. "Good," he said.

"Slick, be careful," Brad warned. "It was this sort of attitude that sent Bishop downhill."

Slick looked up at his uncle, tears streaming down his face. "He tried to kill my brother," he spat.

"Key word tried," Brad pointed out. "Raph's as stubborn as a mule and as hard as a rock. He's been fighting Bishop every step of the way, and there's no doubt in my mind that he won't let Bishop win. Your brother will be fine." He looked over at Leonardo and couldn't help but smile. "He's a Summers, after all. We're a thick skinned bunch."

Slick managed to smile weakly and even chuckled. "Yeah. We are, aren't we?"

Brad patted the young man's back. He looked over at Donatello and Michelangelo. "Now, the problem is what's going to happen to the island with Bishop gone?" he asked.

"I'm sure the racers will be more than willing to take care of it," Casey put in. "For a lot of people, Speedway is their home."

"When we get back to the mainland I'll ask my old police friends if they'd mind lending a hand," Brad offered. "And, there's also the matter of getting some kids back to their parents." He turned back to Slick. "But, that can wait until Raph joins us."

News of Bishop's death spread to the mainland like wild fire. In the weeks following the shooting, Brad had returned to the mainland and had explained everything to the New York police department. From there, the media got a hold of it and soon the story swept across the remaining states. The racers who had been taken were returned to their families and were welcomed back with open arms. A new access way to and from Speedway was being planned under the supervision of Brad Summers who knew the island better than anyone next to Bishop and Raphael.

The island was going to be opened to anyone who wanted to street race, after all, that's what it had been built for. Where some couldn't wait to bring their friends to Speedway, others never wanted to set foot on the island again. Some lives had been ruined because it. And the O'Connell family was one of them. Catherine, Donatello's older sister, hadn't spoken a word since her brother had been taken. Her parents had given trying to get her to talk again. The only way Mr. O'Connell could cope with his son's absence, was by show casing the cars his son had built by himself. Donatello had always loved cars and when he was taken, his father locked away every vehicle he had made.

But, now, on a warm Las Vegas night, the O'Connell car dealership was swarming with people. Catherine and her mother were inside while Mr. O'Connell mingled with people outside. He didn't see fiveuniquely designed cars pull into the parking lot until someone pointed them out. O'Connell turned to see what the commotion was and then finally spotted the cars. One was a Vanquish, one was a Ferrari, one was an Audi, one was an Elise and the other was an EVO. He didn't recognize any of the cars. Someone got out of the Vanquish and looked around.

"Mr. O'Connell," the driver called.

O'Connell walked over to the man. "Can I help you?"

"Yes. Where is your wife and daughter? I have something to tell all three of you," the man explained.

O'Connell told one of the employees to go get his wife and Catherine. A few minutes later, they walked up.

"What's going on?" Mrs. O'Connell asked.

"It's been a while, Mrs. O'Connell," the man greeted.

"I know that voice," Donatello's mother said.

The man removed his sunglasses, revealing his amber eyes.

"You," O'Connell hissed. "You're the one who took Donny. Give my son back, Pyro!"

Raphael held up his hands. "Would you give me a chance to speak?" he asked. "I didn't come to bring hostilities. I came to apologize."

"Apologize? You took our son and held him against his will," Mrs. O'Connell barked.

Raphael looked around at the customers. They were all looking at him as if he were carrying a plague. He sighed and turned back to the family.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But, you realize I had no other choice. I was trying to save your lives."

"By taking Donny?" Mrs. O'Connell asked.

Raphael walked over to the EVO and hit the roof once. "I don't know if you've heard this or not, but Bishop is dead." A hush fell over the parking lot. "Of course, he nearly took some of us with him before he died," Raphael said, placing a hand over his left side.

The driver's side door of the EVO opened and someone climbed out. Catherine leaned to the side to try to see who it was. Her eyes widened when she saw a familiar mess of light brown hair. Her mouth opened and a sound that no one had heard in years came out.

"Donny!" she cried in delight.

Raphael stepped to the side and Donatello stepped forward. Catherine ran forward and threw her arms around her brother's neck. Leonardo, Michelangelo and Slick got out of their cars just in time to see the reunion.

Catherine looked over at Raphael with tears streaming down her face. "Thank you," she whispered, holding her baby brother close. "Thank you."

Mrs. O'Connell rushed over and also embraced Donatello. Mr. O'Connell was too shocked to know what to do.

"Everything is yours, sir," Raphael told him. "Your debt died with Bishop."

He was about to walk away when a hand wrapped around his arm. "I don't know how to thank you," he said.

"You don't have to," Raphael replied. "I'm just doing my job."

"No. You're different than you were when you first came," O'Connell noted. "I think something else died with Bishop. I think it has something to do with why your right arm is so badly scarred."

Raphael looked down at his right arm. The place where the tattoo had been was severely scarred. The back of his neck wasn't so bad, the doctors had been able to remove it without causing too much damage. Too bad his arm couldn't have escaped with the same fate. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. Raphael turned around to find Catherine standing behind him.

"Is there something I can...?"

He was cut off when Catherine threw her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. It took a while for Raphael to process what was happening. He couldn't remember the last time someone showed him any kind of affection.

"Thank you for bringing Donny back," Catherine said.

Raphael patted her back. "You're welcome," he replied.

Catherine pulled away and hurried back to her brother who was explaining to a group of customers about the Speedway cars.

"Why don't you stay for a while?" O'Connell asked.

Raphael shook his head. "I would love to. But, I still have to get someone else home," he explained, looking at Michelangelo.

O'Connell nodded in understanding. "Well, on your way back, make sure you come by for a visit. We would love to have you as a guest," he said, extending his hand.

Raphael took it and the two men shook hands. "It would be my pleasure."

Malibu was almost a perfect replica of Speedway beach. After parking the cars, Michelangelo led his friends down to where a large group of young people were gathered. In front of the group was a man that looked like an older version of Michelangelo.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Leonardo asked as Michelangelo handed him a surf board.

"The ocean's all ours, dude," the surfer answered. "Dad won't mind."

With a whoop he charged towards the water. Leonardo, Raphael and Slick glanced at each other, shrugged and followed Michelangelo into the water. Someone within the group noticed the stray surfers and immediately pointed them out. Mr. Hall turned around and saw the four young men paddle their way out into the waves. He narrowed his eyes as one of them stood up and began to ride the waves back to the beach.

"It can't be," he whispered.

"Cowabunga!" the surfer whooped.

Mr. Hall's eyes widened. "Mikey?"

The group slid on to the beach with the wave. Michelangelo bowed as the group his father had been teaching began to clap and cheer.

"Thank you. Thank you. You're too kind," he said.

"Mikey!"

Michelangelo looked up. "Hey, Dad."

The father embraced his son. Michelangelo wrapped his arms around his father. Slick, Raphael and Leonardo smiled. Mr. Hall looked up and locked gazes with Raphael.

"I knew you boys were still alive," he said.

"I can't apologize enough for putting your family through that nightmare," Raphael told him.

"Coming back was apology enough," Mr. Hall replied.

Raphael patted Michelangelo on the shoulder. "Well, see ya 'round, Tiger," he said.

Michelangelo turned around and wrapped his arms around Raphael's chest. "You'll come back to visit, right?" he asked.

Pyro rubbed his back. "Yeah. I'll come to visit."

Michelangelo let go and stepped back. His blue eyes sparkled with tears. But, they were no longer tears of pain or sorrow, but tears of joy. After what seemed like a lifetime away from his family, he was finally home. With a final farewell, Leonardo, Slick and Raphael made their way back to their cars.

"Well, guys, this is it," Raphael said.

"Indeed it is," Slick agreed.

Leonardo felt like he was going to burst with excess adrenaline. "Let's go home," he said.

The Vanquish, Audi and Ferrari pulled away from the beach and headed off back towards town. Next stop, New York City.

And, that's all she wrote.

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