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Chapter 26-Epilogue

One week later…

Michelangelo bounced into the lair, chattering excitedly about the winner of the best meme of the week to April and Casey. The trio carried their packages into the living room for movie night.

"This grandmother sent a text message to a guy inviting him over for Sunday night dinner. He didn't recognize the number and asked who it was. She replied, 'It's your grandma.' He asked for a photo." Mikey placed the pizzas on the coffee table, while April began pulling out plates from the shopping bags and Casey opened up the package of napkins.

"And then, when the grandmother sent a picture of herself, the guy wrote back that she's not his grandma. But he'd take a plate of food anyway." Mikey rushed to continue. "Then she said he's still invited because and I quote 'grandma's feed everyone.' The next post was a photo of the two of them! He went to her house and joined the family for Sunday night dinner! Isn't that great?"

"That is pretty great, Mikey," April agreed.

Casey nodded in agreement.

"Ms. O'Neil. Mr. Jones." Splinter greeted, walking into the living room.

"Master Splinter," April and Casey replied in unison, bringing a chuckle from the young couple.

"Where are the others?" April asked.

"Donatello is in his lab. Leonardo and Raphael are in the dojo," Splinter said.

"I'll grab Leo and Raph." Mikey volunteered.

"Then I'll get Donnie," April said.

"Hey Donnie," April called out as she entered the purple turtle's laboratory. "Pizza's here."

"Just a sec, April," Donatello said, keeping his eyes trained on the notepad in front of him. He just wanted to jot down a few more notes and then he'd be ready to enjoy the evening.

The red head sat down and waited for her friend to finish recording his thoughts. She glanced around the room, it looked the same as usual, except for the newly framed photograph on his desk.

April picked up the frame and smiled at the familiar picture. It was a print out of the photo of the four turtle brothers originally taken with her cell phone.

"I see you framed it," She commented, running her finger along the smooth edge.

"It was actually Mikey's idea," Donatello closed the notebook and pushed his chair away from the desk, turning to face his friend. "After everything that happened, Mikey asked for a copy. I let him use the color printer. He found some old frames, and gave each of us a copy."

April's smile grew at the thoughtful gesture from the two younger brothers. Donatello rarely let Michelangelo near anything in his laboratory, especially the electronics. There was no telling what the mischievous turtle would do if he were left alone with a computer and a printer.

"Let's go join the others." Donatello said, moving towards the door.

Donatello and April walked into the living room at the same time as Leonardo and Raphael, with Michelangelo trailing behind.

The youngest turtle was trying his best to keep a smirk off of his face, and failing miserably.

Donatello raised an eye ridge in question, which was promptly ignored.

"I'm gonna go grab a towel to dry off." Raphael said.

"A good idea." Leonardo said. "April, I think it's your turn to pick the movie."

"Ok," she said.

The two elder turtles took the stairs to the second floor of the lair. April sat on the couch and began flipping through the movie options. Master Splinter sat down in his favorite chair. Donatello selected the chair across from his father. Michelangelo hesitated, as if waiting for something.

Raphael's sudden yell had Donatello jumping out of his chair in surprise, with Casey following suit.

"Mikey!" The red turtle roared.

"What did you do this time?" Donatello asked, settling back into his chair.

Raphael stomped down the stairs and stormed into the room. "Mikey, I'm going to kick your shell!" He declared, throwing a handful of photographs in the direction of the orange turtle.

Casey picked up a photo, curious what the problem was while Leonardo silently entered the room. The vigilante started laughing. The laughs quickly turned into guffaws. Disturbed by the extreme reaction, April took the photograph from Casey.

She stared at the image, confused. She checked a second photograph, then a third, all of them had the same image.

An image of Donatello's face paired with the body of a buxom female.

"Mikey, what?" She asked, then restated the question. "Why?"

"Well when Raphie boy had no memory, he thought since Donnie wears purple that he was a girl when they first met. I figured I'd give him a permanent reminder of Donnie's warm brown eyes." The orange turtle batted his eyes for effect.

"What?!" Donatello screeched, reaching for a photograph.

Casey grabbed his side, tears running down his face. He had meant to tease Raphael now that the small family was reunited again. But the orange masked turtle beat him to it, spectacularly.

"Mikey!" Donatello yelled, his face turning red. "Purple's the color of royalty! And magic!" He defended. "Males can wear purple."

"And so do women." Casey choked out around his laughs.

"I know something else that purple symbolizes." Raphael growled, advancing towards his youngest brother.

"Bruises!"

The orange turtle yelped, turning to run out of the room with Raphael hot on his heels.

"Save some for me!" Donatello said, following behind.

April and Master Splinter looked at each other, not entirely getting the joke. It must be one of those "you had to be there" situations. Casey slid to the floor, wincing in pain.

"Oh my god, my side!" He groaned, trying to bring his breathing back under control.

Leonardo just stood off to the side and smiled, enjoying the moment. It felt good to be home.