20A/N: Glaring at the night sky. That stubborn wishing star, is still not granting me ownership of the turtles. Sigh.
Leonardo's head was pounding. It felt as if tiny miners with pick axes were drilling away in his head. Letting out a groan, he slowly opened his eyes. He heard someone shift next to him and looked for the source of the sound.
Placing a hand on his brother's shoulder Raphael smiled. "Hey Fearless. Welcome back."
"Raph?" He croaked out as he started to sit up, reaching for his head. "Wow, my head is killing me. What happened?"
Raphael let out a chuckle. "Yeah that's what happens when you get clocked in the head by Mikey's nunchaku."
"Where are my swords?"
Leonardo noticed his brother tense up at the question. He didn't understand why he would react like that to such a simple question. Unless something happened to his swords? Oh no, not his beloved swords! But before he could answer two more brothers walked into the room.
Mikey ran over first with Donatello close behind him. "Leo!"
With a small smile Leonardo swung his legs over the side of the bed and started to stand. "Hey guys."
Warm brown eyes looked into his own as gentle hands pushed him back on to the cot. "Not so fast Leo. How are you feeling?"
Donatello had shifted into Doctor Don mode as he began to examine his patient. Leonardo knew he wasn't going anywhere until his brother was satisfied that he was ok. But that didn't stop him from trying again anyway. Two hands pushed him back onto the bed when he tried once again to stand.
"I'm fine Donnie, really. I just have a headache."
"Even so, let's take this slow. Tell me Leo, what do you remember?"
Sitting back down Leonardo opened his mouth to speak, and then promptly closed it. Now that he thought about, he didn't exactly remember how he had gotten into Donnie's laboratory. Actually, now that he was trying, he didn't remember anything since that morning's practice.
"I remember us sparring earlier. And arguing over who had the best weapons. But anything after that is coming up a complete blank. Did I pass out when we were sparring?"
As Donatello finished examining his patient, satisfied that Leonardo was ok except for some memory loss, Splinter walked into the room. He had overhead Leonardo's question.
"No my son, but we have much to discuss. Come."
TMNTTMNT
The four turtles were sitting on the floor of the dojo in front of Master Splinter. Embarrassed by what he had done to his brothers and what he had just learned about Master Saki aka The Shredder, Leonardo sighed. "Man I am such an idiot."
Michelangelo elbowed him in the arm with a smile. "I could've told you that. But it wasn't all your fault bro."
Donatello agreed. "Yeah, you've been played bro. He saw you coming a mile away and tried to take advantage of it."
Looking for payback Raphael asked the group. "So what are we going to do about it?"
Leonardo smacked his fist into his open palm as his eyes hardened. "I think we should give the Shredder a little payback, turtle style."
A/N: This was the fourth and final chapter for my little side scene for the 2003 episode, The Shredder Strikes, Part I. If you are familiar with that episode, you'll notice the ending narrative is very similar to the episode. Thank you for reading and taking the time to review. Reviews keep me motivated and I'm already working on a Mikey oneshot that I hope to post soon.