Author's Note: Hi there, sorry for the wait. Been trying to figure out how to write this and it took me a while. I had trouble trying to figure out what Splinter and Mikey could do as a bonding situation. I hope what I did is good. Here's the final chapter, enjoy.

Chapter 3: Daytrip

The next day around mid-noon, all the turtles were scattered around the lair doing their own activities they enjoyed. Well one turtle and rat were currently missing from the lair. Soon their disappearance was answered as the door of their home opened and in came Don and Splinter, both of them clad in their surface disguises. They both had went out for a walk during the day time, just a little change from the other things they'd been doing.

"You know the day time is a good time for a walk," Don responded as he took of his disguise.

"Indeed my son, I found it very pleasant," Splinter responded as he took his disguise off as well. "I enjoyed our time today."

"So did I, I look forward to our next outing," Don smiled as he started to walk off.

"So do I Donatello," the aged rat smiled as he saw his son off. A smile was on his face as he walked further in the lair. Oh how he enjoyed these father son moments he's starting to have, it was always good to spend time with his child. Hopefully he could share the same good times with his other sons.

He then looked around the lair, trying to get a layout of where his remaining sons were. It was never a bad idea to figure out where everybody was. His eyes gazed at the TV area, which is where Leo currently was situated in. He was leaning back in his seat, with a book in his good hand. Having his armed in a sling reduced the activities that his eldest son could do, but thankfully for him there were still some things he could still do with one arm. Reading was one of them, since he could turn the page with his fingers.

Looking around he didn't see Raphael anywhere, he could be either in the garage or went out. He'll ask in a little bit. Scanning once again he soon locked eyes with his youngest son, Michelangelo. The sea green turtle sat at the base of one of the support pillars. There was a sketch pad in his hands, with some containers around him. From this distance he couldn't tell what they contained.

Curiosity filled the old rat as he walked over to his son's side. The orange clad turtle didn't seem to notice as he continue to draw something on the pad. "Good afternoon, Michelangelo."

The sea green turtle stopped what he was doing as he looked up at the source of the voice. He smiled as he saw his father a few feet away, "Afternoon, sensei. Didn't see you there."

It was then Splinter could see what was in the containers. There were various colored pencils, markers and other kinds of art supplies. This didn't surprise him, the youngest of his sons is a really good artist. Ever since he was young he had a fondness for drawling, which is a skill that increased as the years passed. Oh the look on his face when he got these supplies as a gift will forever remain with him.

"What is it you are doing at the moment?" he asked, Splinter wanted to hear it from his son's mouth.

"Just felt like drawling," Both eyes returned to his sketch pad as he resumed drawling. "Being out in the open like this just gives me inspiration."

"And if it's alright, what is it you are drawling?" he sat down on the ground across from his son

Mikey stopped again as he smiled and put his pencil down before turning the pad over and showing the picture. Splinter's eye rose as the picture before him. A really good sketch of his pet cat, Klunk, sleeping on top of a small stack of books. The lines were perfect, and the detail were superb.

"This is a good picture my son, I'm impressed."

Mikey smiled further at the praise he received, loving that it came from his father. "Thank you sensei, I saw Klunk like that and couldn't help it," He then used the pencil to point in one direction. The aged rat turned his head and in fact a couple yards away the orange feline is taking a catnap on a short stack on books.

"This would have been the only time he would be still so I took the chance to draw him," The orange clad turtle explained as he started straightening the lines more.

Splinter then mentally compared the picture to the real thing and was amazed as how similar the two were. His son really did have talent and it only flourished the more he used it. "My son, your talent is extraordinary, your picture is really the highest quality."

"Hehe…thank you sensei," Mikey chuckled happily, as he finished editing the picture. "I take real pride in drawling, it's a good thing to do when I have nothing else to do."

Splinter heard his son's words, smiling at the reasons why his son liked the art of drawling. If his skill is this good then he wondered. A thought came into his mind when he thought about his son's artist skills. Maybe this would be a good time to show Michelangelo something that he might enjoy.

"Michelangelo, is it alright if you can put aside your drawling for a bit?"

The sea green turtle raised an eye at this as he put the pencil down. "Sure sensei, I already got the basic lines down, all there's left is just add some color, why?"

"I wish to show you something, please come," the rat then rose and waited for his son to collect all his drawling supplies. Once everything was in hand and the orange clad turtle rose up as Splinter turned and headed for his room, his son right behind.

A couple of minutes later the two were inside of Splinter's room, candles illuminating the area. Mikey sat on his knees next to the sitting table his father had. He watched as his sensei went to a nearby drawer and pulled out some kind of scroll.

An eye rose as the sea green turtle saw this, "Uh…sensei what's that?"

"It's what I wanted to show you," his father's soft voice responded as he kneeled on the ground and placed the scroll on the table. Using his finger and grabbing the edge Splinter then unrolled the scroll, revealing its contents.

"Whoa…" Mikey spoke as both eyes widen at what was on the paper. It's some kind of art, but in letter form. There's writing on the paper, but it was beautifully written, many curves and lines. He reached over and brought the scroll closer, getting a better look at this. "You did this?"

Both of his son's blue eyes looked at him as he smiled and nodded, "Yes my son, it's a hobby of mine."

"It's beautiful…it's like an art style but for writing," Mikey continuing to be amazed at what was written, eyes scanning more.

"It is called Calligraphy," Splinter spoke, which caught the young turtle's attention. "It is a visual art which is related to writing. I picked up this hobby long ago and practiced it, it is very relaxing and a good way to express your artistic style. I figure with your skill in art you might be interested in taking part in this."

Mikey listened to all the words his father told him, and afterwards he was excited in giving a chance to try it. "Sure, looks cool!"

The aged rat chuckled at his son's enthusiasm and stood to, going back to the drawl he was previously at. Opening and reaching in he pulled out a few items before returning to the table. He then handed his son a scroll, "This one is blank, it'll be yours to use as you please."

The sea green turtle took the item with a smile and unrolled it, and just like he said it was completely blank. His sensei then placed an ink pot down a long with a regular brush. "What now?" Mikey asked, wanted to know the next step.

"Use the brush and make your letters, but remember it doesn't have to be perfect. This is the first time you're attempting this. And also feel free to use my work as a guide," Splinter explained as both eyes watched his son.

Mikey nodded as he reached for the brush, then dipped it into the ink. Wiping it on the edges of the glass, to prevent excess ink from spilling. Bring the brush up and towards the paper, both eyes then glanced up at the scroll that was already written on. Trying to get an idea of what to do first. He soon decided to try a regular A for starters. Moving the brush to the paper then he started to paint the diagonal line up. He stopped and added a swirl at the end of the line. He did another line and repeated the steps, adding a swirl at the end. He then made the bridge line that connected the two and added a swirl at the end of that one. He finished and looked up at his father, wanting to get his input on his work.

"Not bad, you have a good grasp of the basics of this," Splinter complimented.

"Still, it doesn't look as good as yours," he responded a bit sadly but yet proud of the attempt.

"It takes a while to grasp the art, here let me help you," He moved over to his son's side and grasps the turtle's hand. The rat then dipped the brush back into the ink and returned to the paper. Splinter then guided his son's hand as they redid the letter, but this time Mikey let his father show him how to do it. Mikey was amazed as his hand was guided into beautiful swirls as the letter became much better than the first one.

Once finished Mikey looked down at the work, mouth gaped open, "Wow, just like that?"

"Yes, don't think about it, just let your artist side take over. It doesn't matter if it's perfect, in time you'll perfect the art and become proficient in it."

"This is really cool, and fun," Mikey responded as he re-inked the brush and started once again, but with another letter.

Splinter smiled as he saw his son practice calligraphy, amazed how he's starting to pick things up fast. He watched as his son did the letter B next and stated adding many swirls and lines to it, making the letter more artistic. "You pick this up fast my son."

"Thank you sensei," Mikey bowed at the comment. "Uh…do you think I can stay and practice it some more?"

"Of course, Michelangelo," Splinter smiled at hearing this. He's glad his son is staying with him right now. "I'll join you in fact." The rat then went back to the other side and unrolled his scroll further, revealing more blank sections. He then got out another ink pot and brush and started his own work.

The orange clad turtle looked up and watched his sensei paint his own letter, marveled at how easy he made it look. Mikey smiled as he resumed his own work, following his father's advice and letting his artistic side take over.

They spent the next few hours' together, practicing calligraphy and enjoying each other's company. Splinter saw as his son improved a lot in such little time, mainly due to his artistic nature. There was even some small talk going on between the two, nothing related to training, just regular comments on how what happened during their day and any other time.

"…it was then I realized what kind of a terror it is to give Klunk a bath," Mikey chuckled as he dipped the brush into the ink and resumed his brushing. "Never knew cats hate getting a bath that much."

Splinter found himself chuckling at his son's tale, "It is a common thing to know, but I'm glad you've managed to deal with the problem."

"I know, after the first time Klunk wouldn't even come near me for a few days."

"I remember, I found him hiding underneath the couch that time," the rat responded as he put his brush down, too into the conversation.

"He came around, after I offer him some treats. After that time I came up with a better way on bathing him," He made many swirls and dots with his letters.

"And how do you do that?"

"I tied his favorite toy to a piece of string and attached it to a stick. I think get him interested and have him chase it into the bathroom and before he realizes it I get him into the tub. I have to be quick or else he'll scratch me," Mikey shook his head, remembering the time.

"Interesting method."

"I know, till this day it still works," Mikey then dipped his brush but accidently knocked the pot over, a gasp coming out of the two as it happened, silence filling the room. A minute passed as no one said anything as the ink slowly spread. But then the orange clad turtle then started to chuckle, which ended up turning into a laugh. Surprisingly Splinter started to break out in a small laugh for some reason. "I'm sorry sensei, accident."

The aged rat managed to settle down some before answering his son, "It is alright, Michelangelo. It happens." He then stood up and walked over to the same drawer, and taking out a rag. Returning to the table he then started to wipe up the mess. Apparently the mood is good as this happens.

"Well at least the ink didn't get on the scrolls," Mikey commented as he moved them away from the ink.

"Indeed, luck happens to be on our side this day," Splinter responded as he managed to soak up all the spilt ink. Luckily he managed to get to it early so there's not much of a stain. Once done he then turned and dropped the rag in an empty basket. He then looked over at his clock and the hands showed that it was around five in the evening. The sun wouldn't be setting for at least another hour. A thought came to his mind, one that made him smile. It was time for another outing, but this time with his youngest son if he chose to.

"Michelangelo, let us stop for now."

"Uh…ok," the sea green turtle responded, curious as to why his father wanted to stop their little bonding time.

"Instead I was hoping we would take a walk on the surface," he responded with a smile, hoping he would say yes.

"Um…sure, sounds good," Mikey nodded as he rolled up the scroll, happily to know that their session hadn't ended yet.

"And also bring your art supplies," Splinter walked till he was near the door.

"Why?" Mikey had a questionable look as he stood up from his place.

"You'll see," Splinter chuckled as he slid the door open.

A couple minutes later both master and student stood in front of the door of the lair, clad in their surface disguises. Once they were situated the door opened and the two walked out. Mikey followed his father as he carried a bag, which held his sketch pad, pencils and colors. He's still confused as to why he needed to bring this but Splinter kept saying that "He'll see".

After a walking a few feet out the old rat stopped and turned to his son, making sure to look right into Mikey's blue eyes. "My son, before we continue on further, there's one thing I wish to address."

"And that is?" Mikey responded, a bit nervous. This could be anything but yet he could tell it wasn't bad because his father had a smile on his face. He shouldn't be nervous, that's why he wasn't.

Splinter saw the look on his son's face and couldn't help but chuckle. He explained further before Mikey could get any more ideas, "The outing we're about to have is one that I wish not to have as a master and student." He waited and saw a surprised expression on the sea green turtle's face. Another chuckle escaped him as he continued, "I wish this to be enjoyed as father and son."

The words hit the youngest turtle as it took a few seconds for it to process in his mind. This was a weird request to the turtle, mainly because this was something that wasn't asked of him that often. Still with a smile he nodded, "Sure, this sounds good."

"Good, now let us be off," the aged rat turned and lead his son down the sewer tunnel. Mikey happily followed, liking the feeling he was getting for this outing.

Sometime later the two were walking on the streets of New York, the sun still high up, but there were signs that it was about to set. Few people were on the streets and the traffic in the streets started to lessen. The two remained silent as they walked towards the destination Splinter had in mind. Curiosity had poked at the orange clad turtle's mind the whole time.

"So Sen-" Mikey started to say quickly caught himself as he remember the words said to him earlier. "Father, where are we going that require us to be out in the day time?"

"You will see, there is something I want to show you and it's only available during the light of day," Splinter responded cheerfully.

"And it requires my art supplies?"

"Indeed my son," Splinter nodded. "You will enjoy this, be patient."

This got the young turtle to nod and continue to follow his father for a while longer. Soon they came to the entrance of the park, something that raised an eye on Mikey's face. "That park?"

"Yes, what I want to show you is here," Splinter responded as they walked past the entrance and continued down the cement pathway. As they walked they passed a few other humans, some just taking a walk and some jogging one of the many paths the park had.

Splinter soon took him and his son off the path and soon came to a hill, the same one he took Donatello too all so long ago. The one with the oak tree that overlook the park's late. Michelangelo took in the sight of the place and had wide eyes, "Wow."

Splinter chuckled at his son's reaction as he sat down with his back against the tree, "I can tell you like this spot."

"Yeah it's-" Mikey was cut off as he looked at some yards away from where they were at. Down in an even clear area were a few humans, around four of them, male and female. They had canvas's set up and seemed to be painting out in the open. It was a bit too far to see what they painted but that didn't stop the turtle from getting interested. "Wow, those people are painting out in the open."

"Yes, that is what I wanted to show you," Splinter responded as he watched his son stare at the scene before him. "I've come here a lot during the night, but decided to see what wonders there are during the day time. I found some of the humans here just painting what's around them. They use the nature around and it inspires what they manage to paint on paper."

"I can see how that helps," Mikey agreed as he glanced the scenery around him helpful for one's creativity.

"I thought maybe you would enjoy doing the same thing," He stood up and next to his son. "Maybe nature around you can inspire you to drawl something."

Mikey was touched by this, his father brought him here to indulge in his artistic nature. Something he never really had a chance to do or get recognized by. Happiness soared inside of him, "Thank you…this means a lot."

"You are welcome my son," Splinter then sat back down with his back against the tree, watching as his youngest son sat down and started taking out his supplies.

The next few minutes were spent in silence as Mikey sat on the ground, drawling something on his sketch pad. Every now and then the aged rat could see his son glancing in his direction every now and then. This made his curious as to what he could be drawling.

"So…you said you've been coming here, is this where you go when you say you're going on your walks?" Mikey suddenly spoke as he didn't lose his rhythm.

"Yes, I find this place relaxing and it's a nice area to come to when I want to be on the surface," He responded from his spot.

Mikey then used his eraser to clean up something on the paper. "You know now that I think about it, I have been seeing you and Don leaving the lair at the same time. Have you brought him here as well?"

Splinter chuckled at this, the fond memory of that outing returning to him. "Yes, your brother and I have been going out on walks together more often."

That statement stopped the sea green turtle as his eyes glanced in his sensei's direction. "I knew something was up…you two seem to be spending a lot of time together."

"Indeed, Donatello and I did something….special on a certain outing. It really brought us closer to the point where we both like to spend more time with each other," Splinter responded with a smile on his face.

"Wow," Mikey responded in amazement. True him and his brother started noticing Don's and Splinter's absence together at the same time. And also they saw their brother and sensei together in the same room a few times, sometimes talking to one another. They didn't really think much of it but it was something they thought about.

"I know, spending time with you all is something I've come to desire. I'm glad to have something like that right now. And I wish to experience the same with the rest of you," Splinter admitted as he watched his son resume drawling.

The orange clad turtle smiled as he heard his master's explanation, he smiled as he heard this and couldn't help but want the same. "You know dad…I think I would like the same thing."

"I'm glad to hear this," Splinter nodded, a smile on his face.

The next hour was spent as small talk was exchanged as Mikey continued to work on his picture. He eventually put down the pencil and picked up some of his colored pencils. The sun was setting as the sky turned orange and some of the people packed up to head home. But Mikey was nearing the end of his drawling, yet the two enjoyed the time they were having with one another.

"…It may have cost me an hour of hiding time, but it was worth it," Mikey told his father of one of the pranks he pulled on his brothers.

"I remember, I could hear Raphael's angered voice all the way from my room," Splinter leaned back into the chair. Usually he would be scolding his child for such a prank he just heard but he was caught up in the bonding they were having to do that. "He was searching the lair for you."

"He never did find me," the orange clad turtle chuckled as he picked up a gray color and used it. After minute he smiled as he put the pencil down. "Done."

"What did you drawl my son?" Splinter asked, curious now at his child's finished work.

Mikey smiled as he turned the sketch pad around and both of his father's eyes widen as he saw what was drew and colored. Splinter was looking at himself. Apparently Mikey drew and exact image of his father, sitting with his back against the very oak tree. The detail in the picture was exact, almost realistic. The colors used made the picture beam with life.

"Michelangelo…this is amazing!" the aged rat responded as both eyes were locked onto the paper. He was touched that his son would drawl him.

"Yes…just seeing you sitting against the tree was too much to pass up," he embarrassingly responded.

"Your talents once again amazes me my son," Splinter responded with a smile.

"I know…and," Mikey then cleanly ripped the picture out of the book and handed it to his sensei. "I want you to have it.

This caused Splinter to raise an eye, surprised at what his son was doing, "Are you…sure my son? This is your masterpiece and I don't wish to take it from you."

"Nonsense, it's my gift to you," Mikey still offer the drawling.

Once again the rat father is touched by his son's kindness and accepts the drawling. "Thank you Michelangelo, I will be sure to care for this."

"I know," Mikey responded as he started to pack up his stuff. "Um…can we head back now?"

"Sure," Splinter nodded as he stood up and waited for his son to finish packing.

"And also…father," Mikey started once again as he finished packing. "Do you think once we get back home…I can practice more calligraphy with you?"

The request caused a smile to appear on his father's face. Apparently Splinter liked the idea and didn't want his time with his son to end. "Of course, I welcome it."

"Cool," Mikey stood up as the two then headed down the hill. They had some small talk as they headed for the entrance of the park, some laughs coming from the two. Soon they exited and headed back home. They enjoyed their time together as father and son. This experience strengthening the bond they have and couldn't wait to see what it could bring them in the future.

A/N: Hope you like. I thought long and hard on what to do and I hope this is good. It's good to close this one. Two turtles down two more to go. Yes i'm making a part 3 to this story series. Which turtle's next? You'll have to wait and see. Till next time.