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Ensuring Discipline	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5482 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ensuring Discipline
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16 Final
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Ensuring Discipline

part 13
            Don had trained for his entire life on how to respond quickly to danger, but it still took him nearly a second to react. When he did, it was with anger.
            “This is how you took my brother’s place, isn’t it?” Don demanded, holding the shard up.
            Fortunately, Leo’s own emotions seemed to be keeping him at bay as well. Rather than responding with physical force, Leo continued to just block the door.
            “I’m your brother,” Leo said, his tone vicious. “I should have destroyed that thing.”
            “My brother is trapped in your world,” Don snapped. “Whatever hellish nightmare you made of your life he has been forced to live. You had no right to come here and try to take over our family.”
            “Right?” Leo asked, his face twisted by rage. “Your brother’s curiosity dragged him into my world. He wanted to go there.”
            “He did not!” Don exclaimed. “You played a trick on him!”
            “There was no trick,” Leo snarled disdainfully. “I hadn’t been in the remains of our home for months and the only reason I went back at all was because I knew my enemies wouldn’t search for me there. When I saw that piece of Splinter’s globe begin to glow, I thought I might have found a power source or some type of new weapon. It was only after I picked it up that your Leo activated it and reversed our positions.”
            “That was an accident; he had no idea what the globe was capable of,” Don said. “As soon as you saw that this world wasn’t the same as yours, you should have traded places immediately. It would have been the right and honorable thing to do.”
            Leo laughed dangerously. “Don’t talk to me about honor until you’ve spent years fighting to hold onto your clan’s dignity and respect. Don’t act superior until you know the pain of having your brothers abandon you in your hour of need.”
            “Is that what this was all about?” Don asked. “Did you do all of those things to us as an act of vengeance? We aren’t your brothers!”
            “You are now!” Leo shouted. “That globe gave me another chance and I took it. I don’t want vengeance, I want an army. When we were together our enemies trembled and ran. We could have had everything but my brothers didn’t understand that we couldn’t quit; that we had to keep fighting.
            “They weren’t tough enough to go the distance. They had never been properly trained; Splinter didn’t understand that discipline was required to keep them in line. He was as weak and sentimental as your Splinter.”
            “That isn’t weakness, that’s love,” Don tried to explain. “You can’t teach anyone with fear and punishment, but you can with love and understanding.”
            “I offered you love,” Leo said, his tone evening out. Taking a step towards Don, Leo stretched his hand to his brother. “Tell me you didn’t feel that.”
            Don shook his head. “What you did was to torture and manipulate me in a twisted effort at control. Rape isn’t about love or sex; it’s about rage and power. There was no love in any of the things you did to us.”
            Leo’s eyes narrowed. “Sometimes it’s necessary to be harsh and unrelenting. It was for your own good.”
            “Is that what you told your brothers?” Don asked. “Did you explain that your strange unnatural desires were good for them?”
            “Put the globe down, Donny,” Leo said, taking a slow step towards the genius. “We’ll sit down and talk about this like adults. You’ve betrayed me, but I can be reasonable.”
            “Why did you want to brick up this room, Leo? Was it to keep this globe hidden forever? If you’re so afraid that it can somehow return you to a world you never want to see again, why didn’t you just smash it?” Don held his ground, but made sure that the fragment was between them.
            Leo stopped moving, his eyes flicking down to the crystal shard and then back up to Don’s. “It was my insurance,” he answered. “I thought I might grow tired of this timeline someday and want to move on. As long as the shard was where I could find it and no one else could, I’d have a way to leave. But you made me want to stay, Donny. There’s no other place I’d rather be than with you.”
            Don’s laugh was short and derisive. “You can’t go to another timeline as long as the real Leo is alive and holds onto the fragment that’s in your world. That’s why you kept it; you’re hoping that your enemies will kill him and then you won’t have to worry any longer.”
            Leo’s face darkened. “Your Leo is of no concern to me. Alive or dead, he makes no difference anymore.”
            Don lifted the globe towards Leo’s face and was inwardly delighted to see him flinch. “He must make some kind of difference because you’re afraid to touch the fragment again, aren’t you?” Don asked. “If even the tiniest piece of this touches you, you’ll trade places once more, because in your world my Leo is holding his piece of the globe.”
            Leo went still as he stared at Don, his breathing erratic and his eyes blazing. “You don’t need him; you need me,” he said. “I can give you things that Leo would never dream of; I can give you pleasures beyond your wildest imagination.”
            “And if I disobey you, if my foot slips the smallest bit, you’ll discipline me within an inch of my life, right you faker?” Don forgot caution; he was too angry. “Did you drive your own brothers away because of your craziness, or did you kill them?”
            “They left me!” Leo shouted. “We were at war with the Foot clan and their oath forbade they disobey me! They said they were tired of fighting and killing! As long as one member of the Foot clan lives, there can be no peace!”
            “You’re insane,” Don rasped. “There is no place for you here; you have to go back. I want my Leo, not you.”
            Leo’s expression changed abruptly, his face a snarling mask. “I’m going to smash that thing into a million pieces and then teach you never to disobey me again!” Leo screamed, diving at Donatello.
            There was no place for Don to go; he was already nearly against the wall. His only thought was to protect the crystal fragment, which he quickly pushed behind his back. One handed he was no match for this crazed Leo, but he had to try. Losing the crystal meant losing the real Leo.
            Drawing his bo in one swift movement, Don held it before him defensively and watched in horror as Leo lifted his arms towards his swords.
            Leo’s hands never touched the hilts as flashes of red and orange suddenly flew through the air, colliding with Leo even as Don recoiled. Raphael landed on Leo’s carapace, his weight driving his fake brother to the floor and Michelangelo wrapped himself around Leo’s legs.
            Even pinned in such a manner, pseudo-Leo put up a fight. Scrabbling for leverage with one hand, Leo twisted his upper body to try and move the other arm enough to reach his sword. Raph straddled his carapace, desperately attempting to subdue his thrashing brother, and it was all Mikey could do to keep from being shaken loose.
            Don realized that his brothers still believed this Leo to be their brother and were trying not to seriously injure him. Setting the globe carefully inside the wooden chest, Don dropped to the ground and trapped Leo’s arms with his bo, leaning on the staff to prevent Leo from sliding out from under it.
            Looking up, Don met Raph’s eyes. Leo was snarling and cursing under them, the rabid sound both frightening and horrible.
            “He’s not Leo!” Don yelled above the noise.
            “Let me go!” Leo shouted. “That is an order Raphael! Release me or you’ll all pay for this!”
            “What?” Raph’s eyes nearly popped from his head as he processed Don’s words. Then his face turned ugly. “I’ll fucking kill him!”
            Raph’s hands found their way to Leo’s throat and closed around it. Don couldn’t pull them away without releasing his hold on the bo.
            “Raph, stop!” Don pleaded. “No! No, Raph, no! We need him!”
            Leaning forward as far as he could, Don tried desperately to get Raph to look at him. Don could hear Leo choking, sputtering as he tried to draw air past the vice grip that was Raph’s fingers. An angry pulse on Raph’s temples throbbed visibly.
            “He’s not our Leo but he’s the only one who can bring our brother back alive!” Don screamed. “Please Raph, stop!”
            “Raph!” Mikey shouted. “Don’t kill him. Come on Raphie, calm down!”
            Somehow Mikey’s voice cut through Raph’s red rage. Very slowly, the bunched muscles along Raph’s arms loosened and the color began to return to his knuckles, which had grown nearly white from the tightness of his grip.
            Leo wasn’t struggling anymore, his breathing a raspy sound in Master Splinter’s now silent domain.
            Raph didn’t remove his hands from the forest green neck though; his fingers still curved around Leo’s throat, a reminder that the wrong word would have the hot head choking the life out of the body beneath him.
            Eyes still a blaze of gold fury, Raph stared at Don as he tried to process what his brother had just told him. Finally he croaked, “Where’s Leo?”
            “He’s trapped. Trapped in his timeline,” Don answered, nodding towards the fake. “I know they can switch places if both are alive, but I don’t know if it will work if one of them dies. Raph, I know you want to kill him for what he’s done to us, but we can’t. We can’t.”
            Without waiting for an acknowledgement, Don scooted forward enough to place a knee in the center of his staff. He had to move while Leo was still dazed and unable to fight back.
            Twisting to the side for his duffel bag, Don quickly extracted a length of rope. He then expertly wound one end around Leo’s right wrist, knotting it tightly. Lifting the loose end of the rope, Don glanced up to make sure Raph was following him. Raph bared his teeth angrily, but nodded, removing one hand from Leo’s throat so he could take the rope from Don.
            Yanking hard on the rope, Raph pulled Leo’s arm down and back, holding it in place against his own shell. Don got off the bo and moved it aside, clamping down solidly on Leo’s left arm just as his fake brother tried to move it.
            Don forced Leo’s arm back towards Raph, who grabbed it and tied both of Leo’s wrists together. He made no effort to be gentle, obviously unconcerned about breaking Leo’s bones. Pseudo-Leo struggled against Raph’s hold, but made no sound of discomfort, stoically ignoring the pain.
            As soon as Leo’s arms were securely bound behind his back, Don tossed another section of rope to Mikey. The youngest lashed Leo’s ankles together, his expression as grim as Don had ever seen it.
            When Mikey moved away, Raph climbed off of Leo, reaching down to roughly grip Leo’s shoulder so that he could roll him over.
            Leo glared up at them as Don, Raph, and Mikey stood around him, staring at his prone form.
            “I want to kill him,” Raph finally muttered. “I want to jab my sais into his gut and watch him bleed out.”
            “Do it,” Leo sneered.
            Raph’s hands touched the hilts on his weapons, but he didn’t draw them.
            “We want our brother back,” Mikey said, partly in answer and partly to convince himself not to strike out at the fake Leo.
            Leo’s eyes were challenging as his gaze remained locked with Raph’s. “You’re a weak coward,” Leo taunted. “You need me to lead you. If you hesitate like this with your enemies, they’ll destroy you.”
            When Raph growled in response, Don lightly touched his arm. “He’s played enough mind games with us,” Don said. “Don’t let him back into your head. His power over us is gone.”
            “That’s my Donatello,” Leo said in a voice soft as silk. “You always have the answers, don’t you?”
            “I wish I’d had them sooner,” Don told him. “You’re sick and twisted and what you did to us was perverse. No wonder your brothers ran from you. The really sad thing is that you didn’t learn from that experience. You came here and started doing the same things to us that drove your own family away.”
            Leo struggled into a sitting position, his lips still curled back mockingly. “I didn’t do enough,” he said. “Shredder murdered my Splinter because ‘Father’ was too pathetic to fight the way he needed to. Splinter told me he’d rather die with honor than to resort to trickery.
            “I wasn’t going to let my brothers continue to believe in that outdated concept. When I tried to teach them they refused to take me seriously, so I showed them what true discipline really was. They ran away like cowards after the first few lessons. I thought the three of you were better; that you were strong enough to learn, but you’re as craven as they were.”
            “We should have run away from ya’ too,” Raph said gruffly. “We should have kicked your ass for what ya’ did ta us.”
            “You didn’t though, did you Raphie?” Leo mocked. “You liked it. You wanted me to keep tabs on you, you wanted me to ride your back just like I rode your . . . .”
            Raph’s tight fist came out of nowhere, the blow smashing Leo’s head to the side and rocking him backwards. A trickle of blood flowed from a cut on Leo’s lip, but his only response to the blow was to lick at his wound and then smile.
            “No more of this,” Don said. “He’s only stalling and our Leo is running out of time.”
            Ignoring Leo’s smirk, Don turned to retrieve the crystal fragment, careful to use the cloth as a protective shield. When he turned with it in his hand, the mocking smile slid from pseudo-Leo’s face.
            “Suppose you’re wrong, Donny,” Leo said quickly. “Maybe it won’t bring your Leo back, maybe you’ll be without a leader if you do this. Without me you have no discipline and you know you need it; you need someone who can take control. That’s what I do for you and can continue to do. Untie me and let’s end this nonsense. Together we can destroy our enemies and take our rightful place in the sun. Why should we continue to live in sewers when we can live like kings?”
            “We don’t want to live like kings,” Don said, “we want to live like family. If we can’t retrieve Leo then we’ll mourn and learn to go on, but we won’t be keeping you around as a pitiful replacement.”
            Dropping to one knee next to the fake Leo, Don gazed into the fragment, waiting again for a glimpse of his brother. Pseudo-Leo tried to shift away from the globe, but Raph shoved a knee into his shoulder and Mikey planted a foot on his thigh.
            Within seconds Don saw his brother staring at him through the globe. Lifting the shard towards the fake Leo, Don said, “Let’s try my theory.”
            Leo squirmed and tried to throw himself backwards in an attempt to avoid being touched by the crystal, but Raph slammed both of his hands down on Leo’s shoulders.
            “No, no,” Leo pleaded, his panicked expression a far cry from the look of complacency he’d worn earlier. “If you send me back I’ll die!”
            “Just like you planned for our brother,” Mikey said, kicking Leo’s leg with contempt.
            Leo ignored him, his eyes focused completely on Donatello. “Come back with me, Donny. I need you. I’ll give you the physical love that you won’t ever get if you stay here. Don’t you understand?”
            “Sex with you isn’t love,” Don said, “it’s just bad. I’d rather live without it. Step back bro’s.”
            As one, both Mikey and Raph jumped away from Leo just as Don touched his arm with the bare crystal.
            “No!” Leo shrieked.
            A dazzling light burst from the fragment, enveloping Leo completely. Don could feel a strong surge of energy coming from the crystal; the shock of power hit his hand through the cloth like a sharp blast of static electricity.
            With his eyelids nearly shut from the bright glow, Don watched as Leo’s entire form shimmered for a moment and then in an almost blinding flash, he disappeared.
            For the count of ten nothing else happened and Don started to become agitated. The glow didn’t diminish at all and Don grit his teeth as he waited. He heard Mikey’s pained whimper and Raph’s low growl, but ignored them while staring at the spot where pseudo-Leo had just been.
            Then another shot of sharp energy ran through Don’s hand just before the air in front of him started to glisten intensely. In a second it began to take on a shape and then with another brilliant blast of light, Leonardo appeared.
            The energy dissipated as quickly as it had come and the light blinked out. Leo swayed on his feet and then started to fall, but Raph was there before their brother hit the ground.
            Raph lowered Leo slowly while Don shoved the fragment across the floor away from them. Just as Don crawled up next to the pair, Mikey appeared with a small coverlet from Master Splinter’s bed and draped it over their shivering sibling.
            Leo was covered in dirt and grime, his skin pale, and a pattern of cuts and bruises covered it. There was dried blood on his body and the flesh on his feet was raw.
            Raph cradled Leo in his arms as Don ran a practiced eye over their brother, examining him for life threatening wounds or broken bones.
            “Leo, you’re home bro’,” Mikey crooned softly. He was kneeling next to Raph and had a tight hold on one of Leo’s hands.
            “Home,” Leo whispered, his eyes fluttering open. They were bloodshot and feverish, but still as vibrant as their owner. Leo’s eyes focused on Don as he added, “Knew you’d figure it out.”
            Don offered him a smile before looking up at Raph. “We need to get him to the infirmary so I can treat these wounds. There’s something that looks suspiciously like a bullet lodged in the muscle on his arm and it’s starting to fester. He’s also dehydrated and probably half starved.”
            “I’ve got him,” Raph said.
            As Raph lifted his brother, Don ran ahead to set up his medical equipment, shouting over his shoulder, “Mikey, boil some water, a big pot of it. We need to get Leo cleaned off.”
            Mikey jumped forward to catch Don’s shoulder, stopping him momentarily. “Is he gonna die?”
            “We won’t let him,” Don told his brother in his most convincing voice and watched Mikey process the statement.
            “Okay,” Mikey said, turning to race towards the kitchen.
            Don’s eyes followed him until he disappeared, then Don darted towards the infirmary, determined not to make a liar of himself.
TBC…………………
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