A Warrior's Pain II: Hiding Away

Chapter 1: Failure

A/N: Hey, my fellow TMNT fans, I'm back. Did you miss me? I missed you. Well, I decided to post my sequel to "A Warrior's Pain" because I wanted to do a good story. I really hope you enjoy it. This story will talk about Leo's angsty mood from season four of the new show, or what I interpret it to be. And before I give a summary and disclaimer, I want you to say a prayer for the Irwin family. As you know, Steve Irwin died on Monday when he was tragically killed by a sting ray. My prayers go out to Terri, Bindi, Bob Sr., and Bob Jr. Steve will be truly missed. And now, onto my story.

Summary: Leo feels that he failed after the final battle with Shredder. Can his family and friends help him see the truth?

Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles. If I did, The Ninja Tribunal season would be on now, Fast Forward would truly be season six, and I would create more episodes that center around my favorite Turtle, Leo. Turtles are owned by Eastman and Laird. All flames will be sliced and diced by Leo's swords.

Leonardo stared out the window at the night sky, which was packed with stars. He hated that. Why couldn't the sky be cloudy and rainy instead of being clear with shimmering stars? He and his family had just gone through hell, and he certainly didn't feel happy right now.

They had just had their last battle with Shredder, and it hadn't gone well. They'd almost died because it was the only way to stop Shredder from harming the Utroms. But then Mortu and the other Utroms had come to the rescue, preventing any deaths. Now Shredder was on an icy planet, but it had cost Leo and his family, too. All of them were wounded, including Splinter.

Leonardo looked at his brothers and sensei. It was painful that they were hurt like this. Raphael was on the couch nursing broken ribs, Michelangelo had broken his kneecaps, and Donatello had a broken right arm. Splinter had been burned after he saved Mikey from getting electrocuted. Leo himself had been badly injured with many wounds, including a cut on his plastron where Karai had stabbed him.

His eyes darkened in anger as he thought about Shredder's daughter. He'd thought she was different, that she had honor. Boy, was he wrong about that! She was just like her father and had proven that when Leo's own katana had been stabbed into him by her. She didn't even have a look of shock on her face when it happened. Sure, Shredder's foot had kicked his shell, sending him toward her, but she could have moved out of the way. Yet, she hadn't. Now she and Dr. Chaplin were in jail.

After the trial, the Turtles had gone back home. Casey Jones, one of their good friends, suggested they go to the farm to heal up. They had agreed, but the journey hadn't been easy. The bumps in the road had caused them pain, and Mikey wouldn't stop moaning about his hurt knees. Still, they made it to the farm in one piece.

And yet, even with Shredder gone, they couldn't get any peace. This was demonstrated as Casey's cousin Sid showed up and demanded money. This was followed by the arrival of some Purple Dragons who wanted money from Sid. It looked like it was going to be a big disaster, but luckily it wasn't. It had been a close call though.

Now Sid was gone. Casey had invited him to stay, but he had declined, claiming that he was staying at a hotel. Casey accepted this and warned Sid to keep his nose clean. Sid laughed and promised that he would.

Leo turned away from the window and looked at his family again. How helpless they all looked! He was so used to Mikey cracking jokes, Don working in his lab, Raph going out with Casey, and Splinter drinking tea or watching the news. This is my fault, he thought. I did this to them.

The sound of footsteps made them all look up as April O'Neil entered the room. The redhead looked at her friends with sympathy. The only good thing that came out of the battle was that Shredder was gone for good. She just wished her friends hadn't gotten hurt.

"Guys, I brought you some food," she said. "I made grilled cheese sandwiches."

"Thanks, April!" Mikey said cheerfully. "I'm starving!"

April set the tray on the table and started giving them sandwiches. She had even made one for Leo even though he'd said he wasn't hungry. She figured he might change his mind later. She went back downstairs and got the Turtles and Splinter some drinks.

"Thank you, Miss O'Neil," Splinter said graciously. "We are truly in your debt."

"Oh, don't mention it," April said modestly. "It's the least I can do. I'll come up later for your dishes."

"It I wasn't hurtin' right now, I'd say this is the life," Raphael said with a sigh.

"Yeah, but I hate wearing these itchy casts," Mikey complained. He started scratching again, despite April's order not to.

"Mikey, April told you not to scratch," Don reminded him.

"But it itches!" Mikey moaned. "You'd be scratching too if you had casts on your legs."

"Mikey, if I wasn't stuck on this couch, I'd kick your shell right now," Raph threatened.

"My sons, enough!" Splinter chastised. "We should all be resting now. Michelangelo, you should focus your mind on happier things. Think about those comic books you love so much. And, Raphael, I do not want to hear anymore of your threats. We should try to have a good night's rest. We need it after our terrible ordeal."

Then April came back up to check on them. "Don, I prepared the room next door for you and Leo," she said. "I figured this room already has enough occupants. Will that be okay?"

"It's fine, April," said Donatello. "Thanks for everything."

'It's nothing," said April. "I just wish I could do more about your wounds."

"You've done the best you could," reassured Don. "We'll be okay."

April smiled at him. "I know you will," she said. "You guys are tough. See you in the morning."

"Good-night," said the Turtles and Splinter.

As Leo and Don got ready for bed, Don could sense that something was bothering his older brother, but he didn't know what it was. His first thought was to ask Leo about it, but he knew Leo wouldn't say anything unless it was important. That was just the way Leo handled things. Still, it did bother Don that Leo was upset. The Turtle in blue hardly ever got angry about things, and if he did, it was usually when he was fighting with Raph. Donnie decided to let Leo sort this out on his own, but he was ready to help if Leo needed it.

Leo saw the concern in his younger brother's face and braced himself for Don's inquiry about what was wrong. Instead, Don just gave him a gentle smile and wished him good-night. Leo was relieved that the purple-clad Turtle hadn't asked anything because Leo wasn't ready to talk about it.

As Leo drifted off to sleep, he had a terrible nightmare. The dream was about the battle, but the difference was that the Utroms didn't get to them in time and they all perished in the explosion. Leo woke with a cry and hurriedly glanced at Don, afraid that the brainy Turtle would wake up. Don continued to slumber much to Leo's relief.

He got out of bed and went to the window. His heart was thumping madly in his chest. What if this had really happened? What if the Utroms hadn't been able to get to them in time? He wouldn't be in this room with Donnie or his other family members. The thought made him feel a little sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps. He turned to see Splinter enter the room. Leo was a little surprised his sensei was able to make it as he'd had to lean on April to get into the house.

"Sensei, you shouldn't be walking," said Leo in concern. "How did you make it here?"

"I held onto the wall," replied Splinter. "When I heard you cry out, I felt I had to check on you. Is anything wrong, Leonardo?"

Leo wanted to tell his father all about the dream and how he felt he was a failure, but something stopped him. It wasn't that he didn't love his father because Splinter meant the world to him. No, it was the fear that Splinter would agree with him and berate him for being so foolish. Besides, he thought, I'm sixteen years old. I can handle this on my own.

"No, Sensei, nothing's wrong," Leo replied. "It was just a silly dream. I'll be fine."

Splinter could tell his son wasn't being entirely truthful, but he didn't feel like pressing the matter on him tonight. "Very well, my son," he said. "But remember, I am always here if you need to talk."

"Thank you, Master Splinter," Leo said graciously. Then he put his arm around his father and helped him back to his chair. After he made sure the old rat was comfortable, the Turtle in blue headed back to his and Don's room. He went back to the window and looked out again. Tears threatened to spill over as he thought about his sensei's wounds. He hated seeing his father like that. Splinter was a master of ninjitsu and had always been skilled. Nothing ever happened to him.

It's all my fault, Leo thought. I did this to him. I'm not a good son or a great leader. I'm nothing but a failure. And with that last troubling thought, Leo went back to sleep.

A/N: Well, that's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to have an update soon. I'm excited to be posting this sequel. I tried working on it this summer, but I encountered major writer's block. Well, now I've had a thought process, so it's getting posted. Please read and review! Oh, and on the official Turtles site they have spoilers for the Ninja Tribunal season. Check it out because they are good. TMNT rules!