OMG I don't even want to look when I last updated this fic, but I'm pretty sure it was well over a year ago, possibly closer to two! Crazy!

I apologize for basically dropping this like a hot potato but there was a reason for it. I had written the epilogue a long time ago and handed it to my beta who read it and said that she didn't like the ending. (She thought it was too 'Canon' LOL!)

I tried to figure out how to change what she didn't like about it and I ran a million different scenarios through my mind on how the ending could go and I didn't feel any of them worked, so I basically put this fic on the backburner while I worked on my other fics.

I decided that it was time for me to revisit the fic and though I did make some changes, I felt that since I had written the fic with this ending in mind, that I should keep it as is.

Thank you to everyone who has read this fic, reviewed and waited for this chapter!

I think some of you will like it, some will hate it, but I hope that you enjoy it regardless.

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Epilogue

Donatello adjusted his fuchsia pink tie and shifted restlessly from foot to foot. The bridal party had already taken their turn walking down the aisle and now they were waiting for the music to change, signaling the bride to begin her march down the aisle.

The crowd turned as one, trying to get a better look at the beautiful bride. Her medium length pink hair had been piled upon her head, her makeup light but skillfully done. Her dress was a white, bell shaped princess gown that looked as if a mischievous person had dipped the bottom in fuchsia pink which lightened considerably as it neared the bodice.

The bride wore a wide, tearfully happy smile as her father led her between the rows of friends, family, and the media that had been privileged enough to be invited.

Donatello's eyes darted to Raphael, who fidgeted uncomfortably before his golden eyes focused upon the only woman in the room that mattered to him. Donatello gave a smirk and shifted his attention to the groom.

Michelangelo stood with nervous apprehension, his gaze falling upon his bride, a gobsmacked look of awe and disbelief plastered across his face.

This expression made Donatello grin more broadly as he shared a look with Katherine who stood in the position of Maid of Honour indirectly opposite of him.

His eyes lingered upon her fuchsia pink dress which flattered her every curve to absolute perfection.

Holly's father gave a nod to Michelangelo who stammered something before taking his bride's arm and turning towards the minister.

Donatello shot a quick glance at Leonardo who was acting as the Best Man, an occurrence that would have been more surprising if not for how close the youngest and oldest siblings had become over the last two years.

The crowd settled down as the ceremony began and the couple said their vows.

He had to admit, as he listened to the minister, that there were a few times when he felt his eyes mist up and his throat tighten with emotion.

Holly's voice wavered as tears of happiness were quickly brushed away with a pink handkerchief. Michelangelo's voice was none too steady either, and his eyes seemed overly bright, especially when they were introduced as Mr and Mrs Hamato.

Donatello clapped his hands and stepped forward, taking the arm of one of the bridesmaids. Rowan was a striking woman with exotic features, a petite figure, mocha skin, dark hair and even darker eyes.

They walked down the aisle just behind Raphael who was escorting a bridesmaid by the name of Summer; a leggy blonde bombshell who most guys would jump at the chance to get closer to.

Raphael didn't care, and was angry because Leonardo was the one who was paired with Katherine, being the Maid of Honour and Best Man.

The church doors were thrown open and the screams and flash photography lit up the bright, humid afternoon, which only seemed to add to the muggy heat. They rushed to the Lincoln towns cars that would take them to the reception.

Donatello passed the photographers, his eyes catching the press of female bodies that security was valiantly trying to push back.

Catching a TEAM DONATELLO t-shirt out of the corner of his eye, he repressed a sigh and forced a smile on his face as female voices were raised in calling their names.

He practically fell into the Lincoln town car along with Rowan. The woman across from him smiled and shook her head at the media circus outside. The car slowly moved forward, the dull thud of hands upon glass and metal reverberating around them as security failed to keep all of the fans back.

Thanks to Katherine's devious, manipulative, ingenious mother, they were now the 'IT' thing in North America and Japan, with small inroads into Western Europe.

Katherine's mother had begun working with the movie producer that had wanted to do a movie based upon Katherine's survival on the island. The only problem had been that Katherine hadn't been alone, and according to Katherine's mother, they were sitting on 'romantic gold'. Two brothers in love with the same woman, add in the fact that the two brothers weren't human, but mutant turtles and it was a modern day 'Beauty and the Beast' tale.

Of course, they had all been completely oblivious to the pitch Katherine's mother had thrown at the producer, who was then shown photographic evidence of their existence and the project had been green-lit faster than you could say 'fangirl'.

Somehow, the details of the plot and casting had managed to stay under-wraps. When the trailers had come out, the media frenzy began. After all, the movie was based on a 'true story' but looked more like science fiction.

Katherine had been furious and he and his family had felt both betrayed and terrified.

Sheila had managed to get details from Katherine that had made it into the movie, but some things had been changed. Donatello and his three brothers were all on the island and their origins were the result of a foreign government attempting to create a human-animal hybrid to be used as soldiers before the supposed program was terminated. Donatello and his three brothers were the only survivors of this 'experiment' and had managed to make their way to the island where they found Katherine, who was there on vacation.

Pictures of him and his brothers had been 'leaked' and though they bore a resemblance to their CGI counterparts, there was enough of a difference to cause a stir. This of course meant that proof of their existence had gotten the attention of government bodies and scientists. But thanks to Katherine's mother, a good lawyer, the emergence of other mutants, the Utroms and a horde of voracious teenage fangirls who were sighing longingly over the love story, they had managed to weather the storm relatively unscathed.

There were still the occasional cat-calls and protests against the 'abominations' and 'freaks,' but for the most part, they were treated pretty well. And with movie rights and all of the other spin-off merchandise, Donatello himself was getting a hefty paycheck, as were all of his brothers. This meant that they had money, which was something none of them had ever really had before.

Michelangelo was of course in seventh heaven. He was able to buy a ridiculous amount of comic books and video games and though he had the attention of many adoring female fans, he was spoken for.

Donatello exited the car and gave his hand to Rowan, helping her from the vehicle. Thankfully they had managed to leave most of the paparazzi behind, secluded as they were on Katherine's mother's estate.

Rolling green lawns were dotted with white tents, tables and chairs. The Wraith family had gone all out with the wedding, and Donatello had no doubt that Sheila was using this as a test run for Katherine's wedding.

Raphael had won Katherine's heart and so had his CGI counterpart, leaving CGI Donatello broken-hearted. Of course, until Raphael actually married Katherine, he knew many of his fans believed that Donatello still had a chance with Katherine.

"You still love her, don't you?" Rowan observed as he found his gaze automatically seeking out Katherine, who currently stood with Michelangelo talking with the photographer.

Raphael quickly came up behind Katherine and placed a possessive arm around her waist.

"Yeah," he answered truthfully, giving Rowan a quick glance before turning his full attention back to Katherine.

"Well, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a little fun, here's my number," she said with a warm smile as she sauntered off towards where Katherine stood, the bridal party congregating to take photographs.

Donatello looked down at the number in his hand and shoved it into his pocket as Michelangelo came bounding up to him.

"Come on Donny, time to get our pictures taken. Oh, and," Michelangelo ducked slightly, putting his arm around Donatello's shoulders and pulling him in close, "did Rowena Morgan just give you her number?" Michelangelo asked in an intense whisper.

"Uh...yes?" he answered the question with a question. "Wait, you mean Rowan?"

Michelangelo pulled back and blinked a few times. "Seriously, Dude, that's Row-eee-na Morgan. She is one of the best photographers out there right now. She's like THE photographer to the stars. Holly would have used her as our photographer if she wasn't her bridesmaid. She's talented, beautiful, fun and you didn't even pay attention to your introduction long enough to listen to her name!" he gasped, completely incredulous.

Donatello gave a shrug, his eyes searching out Katherine in that little pink dress. A dress he wanted to peel her out of and...

"Donny!" Michelangelo shouted grabbing his shoulders giving him a shake. "You have a ton of girls throwing themselves at you. It's time to let Kitten go before Raph pummels you into little bitty bits." He shook his head. "I don't know if you signed some sort of contract saying that you will continue to pursue Kitten for the next year or something, but seriously, you need to go out on a date."

Donatello smiled at his baby brother and chuckled. "Don't worry about my love life Mikey. Why don't you worry about Leo and his sudden interest in Katherine's niece."

"What?! Really? Where?" Michelangelo looked around in excitement, his eyes lighting up as he spotted the brown haired woman with bright green eyes looking over at Leonardo who gave her a shy wave. "You probably shouldn't call her Kitten's niece though."

"But she is Katherine's niece," Donatello pointed out logically.

"Through marriage," Michelangelo replied. "Doesn't really count. Besides, it makes it sound like she's like…twelve, when she's really twenty three or something."

Donatello just shook his head as Michelangelo turned, slamming right into Raphael's chest.

"We still got a few minutes," Raphael rumbled, watching as Michelangelo righted himself after nearly falling backwards to the ground. "They're almost done with the Bridesmaids."

Studying Raphael, Donatello had to admit that his red-masked brother looked good. He was happy and healthy, managing to regain his lost muscle mass plus some during the almost two years since his brush with death.

Raphael glanced his way, giving him a warning look before Leonardo came up to them and announced that the photographer wanted the Groom plus all of the Groomsmen.

Donatello gave Raphael a nod and followed his brothers to where the rest of the bridal party waited.

Donatello studied the thinning crowd of wedding guests.

Dinner had been eaten, dances danced, speeches given, cake cut, slideshow of embarrassing or sweet moments shown, bouquet and garter tossed and now the reception was winding down.

He had enjoyed the evening and had even managing to have a few dances with Katherine while Raphael was busy with other members of her family.

Katherine's mom looked as if she had been pressing Raphael for an actual wedding date, but from her annoyed look, Raphael had probably given the same answer he always gave: "I'll marry Kitten when Donny stops moonin' over her."

Donatello's eyes scanned the dance floor and the chairs that had been set up for dinner and just caught the silhouette of his older brother and the flash of a pink dress, quickly slipping away.

Looking towards where the two escapees had gone, he dug into his pocket and took out Rowena's phone number. He unfolded it before balling it up again and placing it onto the serving tray of a passing waiter.

Following his brother and Katherine, his progress was halted a few times along the way as he said his farewells to some of the guests and said congratulations and goodnight to his youngest brother and his new wife.

Slowly making his way to his room, located on the upper floor of Katherine's mother's old turn of the century built mansion, he walked down the opulent hallway, pausing outside the room that he knew to be Katherine and Raphael's.

He had been placed right next door to them, and walking past the door, entered his own room, locking the door behind him.

Ignoring the bed, he strode to the door that he knew would connect his room to Katherine's and slowly opened it, stepping into the dimly lit room.

Raphael had already divested Katherine of her form fitting dress and had laid her down upon the bed, covering her with his naked body.

"Raphael," Donatello growled.

Raphael, in the process of kissing his way down her neck, paused and looked over at him. "You snooze you lose, Donny," Raphael said with a wide grin. "I'm just getting a head start. You know, since you catch up so quickly."

Donatello rolled his eyes at the sexual jab and pulled off his coat, letting it fall to the floor.

Katherine had won the poker game, not that they had ever planned on playing for the 'winner marries Katherine' stakes anyway, but it had been a good story to tell Leonardo.

After enough shots, Leonardo had finally gotten over his guilt and thrown himself into the poker game. He and Raphael had worried that Leonardo was trying a bit too hard to win, but soon the alcohol had hit Leonardo and his moods had swung from overly serious to jokingly fun.

When the game was over, they had to practically carry Leonardo up the stairs to bed. Wanting to keep an eye on him and there being only one bed made up, they had all piled onto Katherine's bed, wearing whatever clothes they managed to scrounge from the floor or none at all.

Waking up in a giant pile of bodies had been more comforting than disturbing. When they had been young, they had all shared the same tatami mat and blanket. When they had grown older, they had gotten their own rooms and that had been the end of sleeping together, with the exception of the occasional nightmare that would drive a brother (usually Michelangelo) into another brother's bedroom (usually Donatello's).

Donatello and Raphael had finally crawled out of bed, leaving Leonardo and Katherine to sleep for most of the rest of the day.

Walking into the kitchen, the smell of breakfast had alerted them to Michelangelo's presence. Michelangelo had waved away their explanation about how they had all managed to be in the same bed together and told them that he was more curious about the horror show in the foyer.

Raphael had hastily explained that they were just messing with Leonardo and left it at that. Michelangelo had whispered he wanted to whole story later when Holly wasn't around, and Raphael had agreed.

Michelangelo had also been concerned about Raphael's injuries and after Donatello had assured their baby brother that Raphael was fine. Michelangelo had then teased that Katherine and Raphael would eventually have matching scars. Donatello realized that Michelangelo was right as both had diagonal slashes across their left cheeks.

Donatello believed that the scar was done purposely by Leonardo to remind Raphael of who he had ruined his relationship with Donatello over, but after the poker night, he and Raphael were surprisingly good.

Leonardo had woken up later, naked and curled around Katherine. Raphael had poked their older brother awake and glared down at him, asking in a dangerous voice what he was doing with his fiancé.

The look of horror on Leonardo's face had been priceless, Michelangelo had even taken pictures. Afterwards, it had taken them almost an hour reassuring Leonardo that he and Katherine had only been sleeping, and that they were just messing with him.

Michelangelo, Holly and Leonardo had gone back to the lair and Donatello and Raphael had followed a few hours later.

Raphael had begun to packing up his room, deciding to move in with Katherine and Donatello was happy for his brother. He had told Raphael to box up the things he still had at Katherine's house and Donatello would be by within the next week to pick it up.

His brother had agreed and though it had taken Donatello three weeks to gather up the nerve to go to Katherine's house to retrieve his belongings, he had finally done it.

There had been three cardboard boxes waiting for him as he entered the small foyer, and as much as he hadn't wanted to stay, Raphael had invited him in.

Katherine hadn't been home, having run into town to get some groceries. At hearing this, Donatello had been both relieved and disappointed. He wanted to see his ex-girlfriend so badly it hurt, but at the same time, she was now his brother's fiancé, and knowing that he couldn't be with her...

It was better that she was away, even he realized this.

They had walked into the kitchen and Donatello had made himself a cup of coffee while Raphael commented that he 'looked like hell'.

This wasn't surprising. Between his heartbreak and the nightmares that seemed to haunt his mind, he hadn't gotten much rest.

Raphael had frowned and nodded when Donatello admitted he was having trouble sleeping.

Silence had fallen between them and it seemed as if his brother had something on his mind. Raphael would open his mouth as if he was going to speak before snapping his beak shut and taking a sip from his can of Dr. Pepper.

Katherine had come home and he and Raphael and had helped her bring in and put the groceries away; their conversation light as they slipped into an easy companionship which was like a soothing balm to his wounded heart and soul.

Donatello had left shortly after and it wasn't until Raphael called him the next day that he found out what it was that his brother wished to discuss.

Taking him completely by surprise, Raphael asked him if he wanted to move in with Katherine and himself.

He hadn't known how to reply to the offer, believing it would be both awkward, and torturous to be living with the woman he loved, who was engaged to marry his brother.

Donatello -masochist that he was- decided to move in anyway. Raphael had extended his trust to both Donatello and Katherine, and he felt as if he couldn't refuse.

And besides, if he was honest with himself, being away from both Raphael and Katherine bothered him. He felt better when they were around, even if his heart hurt, it was still more comfortable than living away from them.

Leonardo had disapproved and warned him that it was a bad idea for him to move in with Katherine and Raphael, and even Michelangelo had strong reservations, but he had gone against the advice of both of his other brothers anyway.

Moving his belongings into one of the spare bedrooms, it hadn't taken very long to get used to living with each other. Not a lot had changed from when he and Katherine had been together and Raphael had been the third wheel.

Donatello hadn't realized how much time the three of them had spent together when he had been dating Katherine, but it seemed not being around each other was worse than being together.

It had still hurt to see his brother and Katherine together, but it was a pain he was getting used to.

One night, Raphael had shaken him awake and dragged him out of bed, pulling him into the master bedroom where Katherine was curled up and sleeping.

"I'm tired of listenin' to you whimpering in your sleep and calling out mine and Kitten's names," Raphael had grumbled pushing him into bed before going around to the other side and climbing in next to Katherine. "Just keep your hands to yourself," Raphael warned as Donatello's sleep-fogged brain tried to process what was going on. He hadn't really cared at that point and just buried himself into Katherine's side, going back to sleep.

The next day, Raphael asked him how long he had been having nightmares. Donatello had been embarrassed, and tried to downplay how much the nightmares had been affecting his rest until Raphael pointed out that Donatello was crying out in his sleep nightly.

Shrugging this off, he knew that the nightmares containing snippets of horror dredged up from their near-death experience on the island would only go away with time.

A few days later, Katherine had pulled him aside and explained that Raphael had been having nightmares too and that his brother seemed to sleep better knowing that Donatello was close by.

Weeks turned into months and they found themselves falling into a routine. Donatello started sleeping with Katherine and Raphael at night -not all the time- but more and more often until he was in their room every night. Though there was never anything said, Donatello knew this arrangement must have been interfering with Katherine and Raphael's sex life. Donatello suspected that there may have been times when he was sleeping beside them while they had sex, but he had never asked and they never mentioned anything.

Sleeping with Katherine had always been easy, sleeping beside her and not being allowed to touch her was a new form of torture. Raphael growled at him to stop touching Katherine, as he would usually wake up plastered against her, but he couldn't help what his body did when he was sleeping and eventually Raphael had stopped commenting on it.

Donatello lived off of cold showers and tried to keep his interest in Katherine purely platonic, but he loved her, she loved him, and they both knew they could never go back to being just friends.

For once, Raphael actually seemed to be fully aware of the undercurrents that were swirling around the house and one night came to him with a proposal. Raphael could see where everything was going to go. One day Donatello and Katherine were going to slip. And Raphael didn't want to see that because according to him, he was 'damn happy with the way things are.' And he didn't want 'everything to go to hell in a hand basket,' so Donatello had been given permission to show his affection for Katherine; a kiss here, a hug there, but nothing overly sexual.

It had been an offer too good to refuse, but one they all knew would lead to disaster.

Instead of letting this happen, the inevitable was instead accepted. One night, one thing had led to another and Donatello hadn't even cared that Raphael was holding Katherine's naked body in his arms as Donatello made love to her. It had been heavenly; sublime even, and they all knew that they could not go back to the way things had been before.

Katherine was still Raphael's fiancé, but Donatello was Katherine's lover. They were in a polyamorous relationship where Katherine was involved with both of them, and somehow, it worked.

Raphael couldn't share the remote for the TV -and still couldn't- but for some reason he was able to share Katherine; as long as Donatello understood that Katherine was his.

After that, things had become easier; better even. They kept their relationship secret from their friends and family, which only seemed to heighten the intensity of their bonds.

Donatello didn't feel as though he was lying to his family and friends, but was instead choosing not to share what was none of their business.

If their brothers noticed anything strange or different about his behaviour, they didn't mention it, though Donatello felt different; more confident, cheerful and alive.

Focusing his attention back to the present, Donatello untied his tie before throwing it at his brother.

For some reason, Donatello tended to be the more dominant one in the bedroom, initiating and controlling what happened between the three of them.

Raphael caught the tie and frowned.

"Tie her up," Donatello ordered as he began to unbutton the front of his dress-shirt.

Raphael snorted. "In that kind of mood today, Donny?" Raphael smirked as both Katherine and Raphael shifted positions and Katherine placed her hands obediently in front of her.

"Yeah," he admitted as he threw off his shirt. "Tie her to the bed, Raph," he instructed picking up Raphael's discarded tie from the floor and throwing it at his brother, whose eye ridges rose in surprise.

Raphael looked back at Katherine. "What'd you do to get him so stirred up?" Raphael asked her.

Katherine sighed. "I think it was the dress."

Raphael chuckled. "Right, 'cause you weren't wearing any underwear with it."

"I was wearing underwear, at least, I was at the beginning of the day," Katherine admitted.

Raphael looked back at Donatello. "You sneaky bastard," he said as he narrowed his eyes in mock anger as Donatello pulled out a pair of black, lacy underwear from his pocket. "When the hell did you find the time to do that?"

Donatello just grinned and shrugged, letting the underwear fall to the floor. "You managed to spoil my little fantasy of peeling Katherine out of that dress," Donatello told his brother as he unbuttoned his pants, letting the fabric fall to the floor as he approached the bed. "So yes, I am in 'that kind of mood,'" Donatello stated as he brushed a single finger down the center of Katherine's body.

Michelangelo yawned and stretched, wishing he could have slept better the night before. He had gone to bed way too late, and now he was up way too early because he was practically vibrating with the nervous excitement that came with waking up next to his wife.

He had a wife.

The thought still boggled his mind, but he couldn't help feeling a little relieved that the whole wedding thing was over and done with.

Slipping from the bed, he tried not to disturb Holly as he got dressed. He wanted to surprise her with breakfast in bed and didn't want to wake her.

Sneaking out from his room, he passed by Donatello's room and stopped. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason, he wanted to see how his violet-masked brother was doing.

He tried opening his brother's door and found it to be locked, which was strange because Donatello had never locked his door when he had been living in the lair.

Michelangelo looked around the empty hallway and pulled off his belt. Sticking the prong into the small circular opening in the door handle, he pushed the release and turned the knob.

He quickly put his belt back on and slowly opened the door. He entered the brightly lit room and looked at the bed which hadn't been slept in. Frowning in concern, he noticed that none of Donatello's bags or any personal items had been placed in the room at all.

Michelangelo looked at the door that he knew connected to Raphael and Katherine's room and he wondered if it had been too much for Donatello, and his brother had gone home after the reception.

Biting his lip in indecision, he trod carefully through the room, thinking that the old English architecture of the house was strange to even have connecting rooms, but thankful for it because he could slip into Katherine and Raphael's room to talk with them about Donatello without the rest of the house being woken up.

Turning the knob that led to the adjoining bedroom, he found the room to be dark, but the light from the brightly lit room he occupied spilled onto the naked, sleeping occupants of the bed.

Michelangelo blinked a few times and drew back, closing the door softly before he left Donatello's room.

Making sure not to make a noise until he was in the hallway, his face broke into a wide grin as he pumped his arm in the air in triumph. "I knew it!" he crowed proudly in a hushed whisper.

He chuckled to himself and sauntered along the hallway towards the kitchen, whistling softly to himself.

The End