Hey! I'm back! So, final chapter. Aww…but feel free to heck out my profile if you want!

I also write for Ultimate Spider Man, Penguins of Madagascar, Scooby Doo, Johnny Test, Tracy beaker, M I High, Shaun the Sheep, House of Mouse and Winnie the Pooh. [As you might be able to tell I like to write for a variety of shows, I like a challenge.]

Also, for the penguins of Madagascar fans, I am part of a Round Robin; the story is called 'What a little robin told me'. It's written under Skipper McSlade's name though.

Anyway self-promotion over, on with the story.

See first chapter for disclaimer.

"Leonardo, a little to the left. Raphael a little to the right, Michelangelo stop wobbling" Splinter ordered.

He was giving his four charges the task of holding a piece of wood in their hands for a length of time, about an hour would be long enough. The only one who was a natural was Donatello, which was not surprising seeing as his weapon was the bo-staff. "Donatello, well done."

Leonardo sighed a little at that and extended his arms more skyward. A further five minutes and training was over. "Very good, my sons, put your weapons down and go get breakfast, you've earned it."

"Cowabunger! Yes! Thanks Sensei! Food, here I come!" Michelangelo cheered, throwing his staff to the floor and running in the direction of the kitchen.

"Mikey, you eejit! You're supposed to put the bloody thing away." Raphael snapped, Michelangelo immediately turned back around and returned the staff to its rightful place.

"Alright done, food here I come!"

"Wait for me!" As his two more…energetic sons ran off, Leonardo sighed having put his bo-staff back.

"I'll go make sure they don't burn the kitchen down…"

"Wait for me, I'll come with you." Donatello chirped, having put his staff back.

"Donatello, my son, wait. I want a word with you. Leonardo you're dismissed."

As his blue-banded son left the dojo Splinter paused and looked at his genius son. He looked a lot better than he had three months ago. The bruises had gone completely and he no longer clung to everyone. He could handle training now, although he still sometimes panicked if he found himself lying on his shell. The nightmares had faded a bit but not completely.

"How did you sleep last night, my son?" Splinter asked.

"Good. I had another nightmare, but it wasn't as bad as before."

Splinter smiled sadly. "I wish there was another way to help you..." The remedies tried so far had been meditation, Splinters special medication, and pills got by April to help with the Post-traumatic-stress-disorder. Not that Splinter had told her what it was for, he just said simply that his sons were suffering the effect of so much fighting; she seemed to have swallowed it.

"Sensei, it's okay, I'm getting better. I even went down the junkyard last week didn't I?" That was true, after two and a half solid months of avoiding the place Donatello had finally decided to go down there last week. Okay, so he went with his brothers, but still, he went.

"I still wish there was another way to help…"

"Sensei, I'm sure I'll get better with time, just remember, I'm shaken, but not broken."

Splinter smiled at that. It had been the mantra that Michelangelo had come up with to help Donatello. "You're shaken, but not broken, remember? Not broken, just shaken." Looks like the message was finally getting through.

"Okay my son, you are dismissed."

Donatello smiled, gave his father a hug and disappeared to the kitchen to join his brothers.