Disclaimer: Turtles do not belong to me, however I am borrowing them for a little bit.

Rating: Mature for Language, Smut, Sensitive material.

Summary: 2014 Movie verse with possible elements of the 2003 TV series and 2007 Movie. Both Leonardo and Donatello have supernatural gifts that originate from their Ores; a gem that they were born with in the hollow of their throat. Raphael and Michelangelo are normal mutant turtles. T-Cest is a main part of the story, so if you don't like it, don't read it. You have been warned.

- So, to sum it all up - Leonardo is frustrated that his team seems to be spiraling out of control. Donatello is trying to figure out these feelings that he has for Leo. Raphael's old crush (Fearless) comes to haunt him while he's in a relationship with Mikey. Of course Leo is oblivious that the solution to all his problems is just by letting go and saying yes, not running off to the jungle.

A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

Leonardo's P.O.V.

It's never made any real sense; the fact that only two of us were gifted with an Ore.

It's never affected the functionality of our team or the integration of our brotherhood. Yet the mystery of the whole circumstance has proven to be a burden in itself.

Splinter has told me the story many times, but I've never managed to be completely satisfied with the simple explanation he provided.

His voice would drone on comfortably as he regaled the night that he'd discovered the four of us. A diverse color of huddled toddlers trailing him as he scoured through the sewers.

At the time, he'd known that he was being followed, yet he chose to convey a false air of ignorance; more out of curiosity rather than precaution.

The pitter-patter of our feet was audible to his sensitive ears. The crunch of our beaks smacking together as we devoured the trail of scraps he purposefully left behind was another dead give away. Still, he continued with this little game of follow the leader.

Finally he confronted us. With stomachs full for the first time in months, our reactions were delayed, and he easily swept us up into his arms. The warmth of his body quited our cries of fear and we immediately took to his comforting presence.

His tone would then shift to an amused lilt as he expressed the curiosity and confusion he felt at finding two of us adorned with something of a peculiarity.

While the others remained naked of this decor, two had been graced with gems glittering in the nighttime darkness. He never truly discovered the reasoning behind this fact. It wasn't until we were thirteen that we'd grown aware of the true potential both Ore's contained.

Subconsciously I run my fingers over the sapphire that dimly glows in the hollow of my throat. It's edges merge with the green of my skin; an assortment of blue veins span out from under the skin that surrounds the gem.

I remember the terror that had struck my body as I fell into my secondary vision for the first time. The vibrant colors had been both overwhelming and breathtaking. I had spent three weeks walking about in a confused haze due to my altered sight; stumbling in awe as solid replicas of my brothers ran about in a shadowy haze of blue particulates.

My heightened senses and vast extensions took some time to master. It required intensive discipline, meditation, and excessive restraint. I still have a lot to learn, and I know that new abilities will continue to appear sporadically - whether they are big or small.

So far it has been nothing as extreme as my third sense; a vengeful being that I can procure. Since it's appearance I have been able to control this beast; tightening the reins as it rears it's ugly head, before it destroys and devours. But I have a feeling that notion won't last long. There's something ugly lying dormant within me and its only a matter of time before it exposes itself as well.

Fearless, that is what the others call me. Yet, in the face of this daunting situation I can feel fear itself creeping its way into my mind. I try and shake away that feeling. The feeling of all consuming darkness and dread, but it clings to me like a shrouding cloak. I may very well need to call upon the added power of my twin soul if this "feeling" ever evolves into an actual sense.

Don is the other brother to have been "born" with an Ore. He gained his senses a few weeks after I and, thankfully, they were on the more mellow side of things. Splinter had dubbed us "twin souls" ever since he discovered that each Ore had a habit of glowing brighter whenever we were in close proximity of each other. He would amusingly recall that he could never lose us as children, for we proved to be a night light of our own making.

And every time we went out of reach, an opposite reaction would occur. Our gems would dim in color and a strange feeling would overcome us; a yearning that begged for the presence of the other. The current record is a strict four miles. Once we stepped outside that range, a sharp pang would strike us without remorse, before emptiness filled our minds. It was a feeling we never wished to experience, therefore we always stayed close to each other on patrols and various outings.

The fundamentals of Don's gifts were still a little garbled for me, but I understood the gist of it. Neither of our senses were similar. He had no secondary vision such as my own, or a sense as dark as the Wrath.

Unsurprisingly Don had been laden with a more masterful sense. One filled with numbers and calculated algorithms, quantity vs quality system of operations, and a detectability of strengths and weaknesses. If he was a genius beforehand, then he'd be considered a super genius with these added abilities at his disposal.

Mikey's still convinced that we are royalty from another planet; yet to be kidnapped and worshipped as gods.

I huff out a low laugh as I recall the day he proposed this theory to me. His explanations for our situation in life was always amusing and helped each of us come to terms with a disturbing reality. Mikey was our light in the darkness. If only... No. No need to think about that.

Swiping a towel from the rack, I absentmindedly began to wipe the sweat from my neck. Despite the lack of intensity from my workout, I've managed to work up a good sweat. Donnie made sure to keep the temp levels balanced in the Wreck room, but I enjoyed fluxuating the numbers now and then. It made for a more real-life situation and I always find that to be an added bonus.

Stepping through the threshold, and into the makeshift Living room, I take a quick survey of my surroundings.

The TV hums with the sound of an ongoing battle; Mikey's right leg swung over the back of the couch as he enjoys his latest show.

The light shining from the lab signifies Don's distraction with another project. A sound, suspiciously resembling that of a metallic whirl, hints at the progress of his much needed "robotic assistant."

I pause and cock my head to the side. Narrowing my eyes I swing my head in the direction of the Dojo. There is no familiar sound of hushed curses and heavy punches. Neither are there the sounds of clinking metal or the rev of a Motorcycle's beast of an engine.

My shoulders tense as I strain to pick up some small noise that will pinpoint Raph's current whereabouts. A twinge of anxiousness crawls at the back of mind as my internal radar picks up on nothing. There was no telltale sound of the Lair's entrance being pried open or of the lift being used. That eliminates the possibility of Raph having left during my run.

There...

A subtle shift in movement...

A rough scrape of breath...

A creak...

A thump...

I shake my head as a snore rips through Raph's room. It makes sense. Raph had been pulling all nighters in the Wreck room lately. It was a wonder that he'd made it this far with such an irregular schedule.

I still can't help the surge of relief that fills me. If Raph had chosen to disobey my orders... I grimace at the thought. Not only would I have been pissed, but undoubtedly worried as well.

"Leonardo." The voice jolts me out of my thoughts. My gaze snaps upward in response and I spot the shifting shadow before it materializes before me. My mood immediately shifts into a more serious note and I fall into a mentality far beyond my years. Drawing my shoulders back and bending into a perfect bow - I proceed to greet my visitor respectively.

"Hai Sensei," I reply firmly, standing once Splinter nods his head in greeting.

His dark eyes roam over my figure in an inquiring glance; silently prodding for visual information. I can't help but stiffen at the prospect of what it is that he will find.

Flattening his ears and whipping his tail in the air, he beckons me forward. Without question I follow him to his room and skillfully toss the soiled towel in the hamper across the bathroom door.

Once I've ducked under the doorway, I obediently fall to my knees and tilt my head forward; enough so that I am seen as subservient yet at the same time - attentive.

He slips into a lotus position, laying his cane across his lap before addressing me. His senses are sharp and in focus as he strokes his beard in thought.

"How are you doing my son?"

Admittedly, this catches me by surprise. I had been expecting a conversation revolving around the development of Scorpio or perhaps another in-depth discussion on the talk of the Revolutionists; tactics, strategies, fundamentals and planning. Not this.

"Sensei?"

I shot his a questioning glance.

"Do not make me repeat myself Leonardo." His whiskers lower and his ears flare in a downward motion. I duck my head in understanding.

"I am fine Sensei. My training has been running smoothly. The others are lagging behind, but I am positive that I can get them back on track. They - we - will be ready," I pause, watching him through the haze of smoke that wafts before me. I internally growl at what I see; he is still not satisfied. I continue, bringing up the only other topic that I know he finds important.

"I am planning to visit Donnie about the chest pains. The fact that they haven't dissipated, despite the herbs, forces me to reconsider my actions in keeping this from him."

Master Splinter nods in approval.

"I'm glad to hear that my son. Although you have yet to answer my question," Splinter points out.

I pause as a twinge of confusion courses through my mind. Hadn't I already covered the basis of his question?

"You have spent more time on patrol," He continues in explanation. "You have lost body mass as well as sleep, and you have yet to eat a proper meal. So I ask, how are you doing?"

He leans forward as he waits for my answer.

I can count the number of times I have been rendered speechless; warred with myself on what I want to say and what I should say. This is now one of those times.

"Sensei..." I press my fingers atop my thighs, a dark ring of light green the only sign of the immense pressure I am using.

"Honestly Sensei, I am well," I swallow, "If you are asking after my physical well being, I am aware that I have been pushing my limits. Yet, you know that I am well within my right mind to register when too much is enough. As for anything else..." I glance up at him, "What makes you believe that I would be unwell otherwise?"

A huff of breath escapes his mouth, and it brushes against the top of my head. As he speaks I can hear the undercurrent of heaviness and sadness lining his every word.

"My son, you have been pushing yourself more so than normal. I sense that there is a heavy burden you are carrying and it shows in the way you manage your well being. Your brothers' focus has also been taking a detour from their own responsibilities and I suspect that it is because you are distracted."

I push down the surge of irritation that rises at that. I had been focused. Could he not see that the others had gone off track before I did? Was he so blind to the fact that I was the one struggling to deal with their problems; desperately scrounging around to come up with a suitable solution to their change in demeanor. Why did he always have to blame the lack of impeccable behavior and performance in my team on me?

Because you are their leader. You are responsible to fix whatever it is that's broken. You must mold your brothers into an indestructible force that will be feared and respected by others. Your life's purpose is for them and them only. Their success is your success, as is their failures.

I bite my tongue and force myself to relax. Sensei was sensing the imbalance that was growing within me. All of which is unacceptable and I find myself berating my own actions and slip-ups.

"Forgive me Sensei. I had not realized that I was affecting my brothers in such a way. My blindness and ignorance toward this matter has caused a disruption in the family. One that I will try and resolve," I force out evenly. It is a hard pill to swallow but I know that a leader never placed the blame on others. It was unacceptable and defied the rule of conduct for a person in my position.

Splinter gives me a wan smile.

"You are their leader Leonardo. Whatever pain or turmoil you experience, will reflect in their own lives. With no guidance, they will either turn to each other for support or seclude themselves in their own worlds. Unfortunately it seems as if they have chosen the latter and that is something I will not accept. This is not how a team must function. This is not the team I raised you to be," Master Splinter heaves himself into an upright position, the head of his cane clasped firmly within his rodent-like fingers.

"For that I have made a decision," He turns to look at me; seemingly peering into my very soul with those dark, beady eyes.

"Your brothers seem to believe that a leader lost, is no different from a leader gained. This is untrue. A leader is the shoulders of which they stand upon; the backbone to something that can be so fragile. A burden such as this is no small matter and you have carried it without complaint for years. Yet, I have seen that it has taken a toll on you."

My brow furrows as I try to make sense of his low murmuring. I push down a flutter of panic.

"Therefore, I am offering you a choice. You may choose to either stay here and continue on the path that you are on, or you may embark on a journey that will help mold you into the leader that your brothers need," He uncurls a loose fist and carelessly gestures at the ceiling. Realization dawns on me, and for the second time today I am rendered speechless.

"Make no mistake," Splinter turns to the wall of weapons that glint in the warm glow of his candles, "this is not a vacation. It is a chance to further your training and to allow you to get back on your own two feet; to rediscover yourself and your purpose. I feel as if this will benefit you, as well as your brothers; allow them to realize how much it is that you need one another. The world, as we know it, is changing - evolving into something that may be its own demise. If we are to survive, you must learn to work together - lean on each other - in order to overcome these trials. Only in this, will you be successful."

I close my eyes briefly.

"But Sensei, now is not the right moment. My brothers- they are not ready. I can't abandon them in a time such as this. You've seen first hand how lethal Scorpio's men are. The Purple Dragoms were playthings compared to these thugs. And what of the Revolutionists? What if all this talk about them holds truth? I couldn't bear the thought of abandoning them in such circumstances."

I listen to the distinct rustle of his robe as he reaches for a single weapon.

"My son, your brothers are more than capable of handling themselves. Where is your trust in their capabilities?"

Trust. The thing is, I had no trust. Not with the way things had been going. I wasn't comfortable with them running things on their own. Nor did I want to leave them in this state. They would despise me if something terrible happened while I was away. They would assume that I had abondoned them and left them for naught.

But did I really want to do this? Did I want to abandon my family in favor of self discovery? Could I leave them behind all for my own improvement? Honestly, I wouldn't be able to.

But what if Splinter is right? What if the others just needed a reprieve from an overbearing leader? A leader who couldn't even lead properly? What if I was the reason behind everything falling apart?

If I said yes then I'd first have to reinforce that trust. Training was going to have to be a bitch before anything happened.

Splinter gives me a sly glance as I mull over this and I can practically see the glint of understanding residing in his gaze. He already knows what I will say before I'm even willing to accept it.

I take a deep breath and nod. Taking a stand beside my Father, I bend into another bow.

"I understand Sensei. Where will I be heading?"

My gaze flits up to his face in time to spot the small smile forming.

A/N: Splinter is so hard to write. Sorry for any mistakes and bad characterization