Alright, I admit it. Going topside without Leo and Raph probably wasn't the smartest idea ever, but it's not like me and Don asked for a bunch of Foot Ninja to come looking for us. Okay, so it was totally expected considering they always seem to appear at the most inconvenient times. Still, it's not like we had a choice or anything. Don needed some parts to build some complicated machine that I had no chance of even describing, and to do so required some scavenging around the city. The Foot just so happened to be prancing around the area we were in, which brings us to where we are now. Yeah, you called it, we were definitely about to engage them in a fight. It was only a matter of who would strike first.

A sudden flash to my right told me that the Foot were going to be the one's starting the party. Heh, if only this was an actual party. I could really go for some pizza right now. I hadn't had any since breakfast. Which reminded me… Raph was so gonna pay for eating one of my leftovers!

"Mikey, look alive!"

Slightly startled, I looked over to Don and saw him knock two ninjas off their feet. He was just about to send a third one soaring when a katana nearly jabbed me in the side. Luckily, my quick reflexes saved me from being stuck like a pig. I maneuvered around the weapons being slashed at me and drew out my chucks, swinging them in wide motions.

I managed to knock two guys down at once, but there was two more a few feet away who seemed to be eyeing my chucks warily. They were probably trying to decide the best way to get in hitting range without getting whacked upside the head by the spinning weapons of doom.

"I haven't got all night, dudes!" I said loudly, trying to coax them into attacking me out of irritation. They were more likely to throw some sloppy shots if they were fighting with just their emotions. Grabbing a garbage can lid off a pile of trash, I beamed it at one of them. It caught him in the torso, taking him down immediately. The other ninja watched his fellow Foot fall to the ground, giving me the opportunity to sneak up on him.

"London bridge is falling down!" I yelled just before I whacked him upside the head. He tottered awkwardly for a few feet and then tumbled by the brick wall. Once sure that no one was getting back up, I looked over to Don to see how he was doing. By the looks of it, he seemed to have everything under control. Or so I thought.

Just when victory seemed to be upon us, two more groups of Foot ninja came gliding in. They pounced without warning, hardly giving me time to do a quick check over my brother to see if he was okay. I swung my arm to the side to avoid being caught up in one of their lasso like chains, ultimately putting me in another conflict with a ninja who was wielding a kunai. He was extremely fast in all of his movements. Kind of like a cobra striking in defense. I was practically dancing around him, trying to find an opening so that I could throw him back, but he wasn't making it easy for me.

He aimed for my throat and I only had a few seconds to drop to the ground to avoid the attack. Lucky for me, his momentum was carrying him further than he probably expected, giving me the opportunity to send him flying by kicking him with both of my feet.

"Have a nice trip, see you next fall!" I managed to say just before another katana came in my line of vision. I tried jumping out of his aim, but I accidentally tripped over a fallen Foot, giving the ninja just enough time to slice my right arm. The blade swept by so fast that it was able to swiftly cut right through the band of my elbow pad. It clattered to the ground.

"Watch it! Are you trying to kill me or something?" Wait… "You know what, don't answer that."

The fight went on. It was a lot of weapon on weapon for the most part, but there were times when using my fists or my feet became more effective. Then there was the occasional taunt that would obviously get on the Foot's nerves. I think they all wanted to skewer my heart on an open fire when I started teasing them about their outfits and fighting skills. I got a deep gash on my shoulder for that one. Other than that and the arm wound, I didn't really receive any major damage to my body. Sure, I got slugged in the face once or twice, but bruises were hardly anything to worry about.

Then, before I knew it, the fight was over. The Foot littered the ground like a bunch of dead flies, none of them bothering to attempt at getting back up. I sighed in relief and slowly put my 'chucks away, ready to just get the shell out of there and to go home. My arm was stinging horribly and my face wasn't feeling too hot either. I was betting that Don probably felt the same way.

My eyes widened when I saw him leaning heavily against his bo staff. His knee's were shaking and it looked like he had a knot on the side of his head. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a concussion.

"Don!" I raced to his side and carefully helped him sit on the ground. He complied with little resistance which pretty much confirmed that he was having a hard time getting a grip on his thoughts. "Can you speak to me, bro? What hurts?"

I kept on pestering him and looking him over for any more wounds until he clasped his hand around my wrist. Surprised by the action, I instantly looked at his face. He licked his lips a few times and then tried to speak.

"I… I feel really dizzy," he said slowly, clutching at his head. I had to stop him before he brushed his hand over the ugly forming welt that was causing his disorientation. "We need to get home, Mikey." He glanced at the Foot on the ground, obviously worried that more of them would come, or that the beaten ones would wake up and try something.

I nodded in understanding. "Yeah, no kidding." I slung his arm around my shoulders, trying not to flinch as it rubbed against the gash I had. Hopefully he was too out of it to even notice. "Alright, you ready to stand up?"

Don was silent for a few seconds, making me wonder why. It wasn't until I noticed his frustrated look that I realized that he couldn't even get to his feet. They were still shaking slightly, so it was pretty obvious that I'd basically just be dragging him across the rooftops. That kind of left only one solution then.

"Mikey!" Don flailed uselessly as I hefted him up onto my shoulder in a fireman carry. "Put me down right now!"

I laughed a little and quickly snatched my elbow pad off the ground, tucking it into my belt where it had little chance of falling off. Don was weakly struggling against me, so he didn't even notice that the small piece of my padding was covered in blood.

"I don't think so big bro. You must be out of your mind if you think that you have a chance of getting anywhere with your jello legs." I made sure we hadn't left anything behind before I headed towards the ladder that would take us to the top of the buildings. Unfortunately, I wasn't exactly paying attention to where I was stepping, so I ended up putting my foot down on the top of a shuriken that was embedded into the ground. It cut in deep.

"Ouch!" I hissed through clenched teeth, slowly easing my foot away from the sharp object. I could already feel blood streaming out of the wound slowly. It burned all at once, almost making me cry out as it throbbed painfully.

"What is it?" Don asked immediately, his tone as alert as it could be in his current condition. "Are you hurt?"

"No," I lied, willing him to not see the bloody prints I was sure to leave behind as I walked. "Don't worry about it. Your fat shell is crushing me is all."

Don snorted in disbelief, but didn't question it further. He seemed to nod off here and there as I climbed and walked back to the way that would take us home. I tried talking to him, using a loud tone, so he wouldn't be as tempted to fall asleep. I wasn't too savvy with medical knowledge, but I did know that people shouldn't sleep when they had a concussion. So it was my job to be annoying as possible just so that he could focus on my voice. I'd say I was doing a pretty good job of it if the forming grooves in my skin made by Don's fingers was any indication.

Through all of this my arm and foot were stinging to a high extent. I tried not to pay attention to them, but it was kind of hard to ignore when they felt so heavy and grimy. The blood on my arm was basically just drying up now, but my foot had no time to heal with me walking on it. I was just hoping that it wouldn't get infected.

Sighing heavily, I adjusted Don on my shoulder. He groaned and tightened his grip on the edge of my shell, not wanting to move too much. He told me about a block ago that he still felt like everything was spinning. That was probably due to the fact that he wasn't in an upright position, and that I was carrying him across different heights. It made me wish that we had never decided to venture out so far away from our main sewer entrances in the first place. Usually in situations like these, I'd just have Leo bring the battle shell to come get us, but it was out of commission due to a recent mission that involved a lot of explosions. Not that Leo could get us anyways. He pulled a tendon in his leg just two days ago and Master Splinter had him on house arrest. Raph couldn't help us either. He and Casey were drag racing and wouldn't be back until later tonight. What rotten luck.

Speaking of things that were rotten…

"Mikey, incoming!"

Yep, the Foot found us again. Surprise, surprise. But seriously, these guys didn't usually track us down twice in one night unless they were given specific orders to destroy us or something. I wasn't even sure how they managed to catch up with us so quickly until I noticed my bloody foot trail, which they obviously followed. I suddenly felt incredibly stupid for not having wrapped my foot in the first place. Not only had I led them to us, but I almost lead them straight to our lair. If Raph were here I knew he'd probably be calling me a shell for brains right about now. Smooth, Michelangelo, real smooth.

"Sit tight, bro." I gently set Don against the wall and placed his bo staff on his lap, just in case. "Don't worry, you've got the Battle Nexus Champion defending you! I can take out these goons with my eyes closed!"

The end of Don's weapon scraped against the ground. If his head wasn't so foggy then I knew he'd probably be rolling his eyes right now. "Not that I don't have faith in your abilities, Mikey…" he said, trying to stand up. "But I think it would be better if we fought together."

I could see how much strain he was putting on his legs to try and get himself to stand up properly. However, his concussion was having a pretty heavy effect on him, so he stumbled over himself and slid back to his original position. A strange whimper-like sound escaped his mouth, and it instantly filled me with the desire to protect him at all costs. Besides, him and the others were always saving my shell, so it was about time that I stepped up to the plate and did the same for them.

My hands grasped the ends of my 'chucks. "Dude, I'm a ninja. I'm pretty sure I've got this covered," I winked at him before turning around, facing the Foot Ninja that were slowly closing in. There was no way I'd let them anywhere near my brother.

"Come at me bug eyes!" I started swinging my weapons, waiting for one of them to initiate the start of the fight. A group to the right seemed to look at each other before they shot forward. I waited with all the patience I could muster until they were in the perfect spot. That's when I made my move. The guy in the front got the brunt of the attack, but I'm sure the other three guys felt just as bad when their heads smacked into the concrete. Heh.

Sensing someone coming up behind me, I lifted my good foot up into the air and stood on my bad one. Once I felt that they were within range, I pivoted on my heel and slammed it into the ninja's shoulder, sending him careening off to the side. The next two attackers made a mad dash towards me, but I quickly took them out with swift hits from my 'chucks. Sadly, not all of them were so easy to take down.

One ninja in particular was starting to give me trouble. He had a chain whip and he was definitely putting it to good use. While I was fending off one goon, he'd come up behind me and whip the back of my legs, or sometimes he'd snap at my arms if he was lucky. I was quickly getting fed up with it. Plus, Don was getting frantic every time I was hit. I couldn't have him trying to help me in his state, so I needed to finish these guys off quick before he did something rash.

I got a good opportunity when the chain user decided to take another strike at me. I was prepared this time, so I was able to defend myself with my 'chuck. His chain wrapped around my chain and I quickly snapped the line towards myself, making the ninja stumble forward. Since he was so off balance, I was able to jerk the chain out of his hand. He didn't have long before I tossed one of my chucks at him, effectively knocking him out cold.

My small victory was short lived due to the fact that I was sent flying through the air, landing somewhere near Don. I was able to roll out of the fall, causing minimal damage to myself. A few scrapes wouldn't kill me.

"Don, bo, now!" I commanded, holding my hand out. I couldn't help but feel a little bit like Leo while saying that.

My purple masked brother didn't even question it. He had to focus on me for a second before he managed to toss me his weapon. I gripped it and used it as leverage to swing myself on top of three Foot who had been sitting pretty idly up until that point. That done, I back flipped onto a nearby ledge, giving myself some distance. There was only five ninja left and they were all closing in on me, not even bothering with Don. That's all they did though. They didn't try and rush me or anything. They just made a half circle around me, seeming to be waiting for something…

And then I knew. But I was too slow to dodge the secret sixth ninja that had been hiding. He jumped me from the side, throwing all of his weight at me so that I had no chance of keeping any of my balance. We fell off the building. My stomach took a trip to my feet.

"MIKEY!"

I opened my previously closed eyes at the sound of Don's panicked voice. It was almost as if hearing him say my name gave me a personal energy boost. I blindly swung my 'chuck outwards, praying that it would latch onto something. I swear, if I ever come in contact with the person who created the clothes line than I will share a box of pizza with them. My weapon managed to tangle itself around the line, allowing me to slide to the next building safely. I was kind of stuck in that position for a few seconds until I managed to get a hold of a windowsill. From there on out, I was able to pull myself up and onto the building.

My relief was short lived when I saw the Foot advancing on the struggling Don. He had managed to crawl to his bo staff, but I doubted he'd be able to land an effective hit from the angle he was at. I needed to get to the other building, and the only way I'd be able to manage that was to just take a running start and jump across. I would've cut the clothes line and just swung over like Tarzan, but nunchaku didn't really have the same cutting ability as a blade.

I'd need enough momentum to carry me to the other side, so I hurried to the opposite side of the building, turned, and imagined myself trying to outrun a cheetah. Once I got to the ledge, I shoved off it with all the power I could muster. The familiar thrill that came with being air born came over me as I passed over the gap and successfully landed on the other side. Only, I didn't land on my feet. I ended up spinning across the roof on my shell, but at least I was going towards them.

"Soar like a butterfly!" I twisted my 'chuck around one of the ninja's ankles and pulled his feet out from under him. "Sting like a bee!" I hopped back onto my feet and grinned at the remaining Foot. Only four to go. "Alright, who's next?"

The katana flying towards my face was so unexpected that I nearly tumbled onto my side trying to avoid it. Luckily, I was able to regain my balance, but I was too slow to dodge the kick to my face. I flew backwards and only had a second to move before a blade embedded itself into the ground where my face would have been.

"Wow, okay," I quickly crawled away. "Did you guys get a battery recharge or something?" I yelped as a kunai nicked the skin above my left kneepad. "Touchy, touchy. Looks like you could use a little more practice with that, dude."

Alright, so maybe insulting them wasn't the best idea, but to be honest, I wasn't sure how far my adrenaline was going to take me. I could feel my limbs tiring and my energy was starting to hit the down low. I needed to get rid of these guys as soon as possible so that I'd be able to save enough strength to carry Don back home. Man, it really sucked being the responsible one. After all of this was over, I just might reflect on my new level of respect for Leo's ability to do this on a daily basis.

The two ninjas attacked me at the same time, seeming to have decided to team up on me. I managed to block one of their hits, but the other ninja got the upper hand on me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed his knee into my thigh, giving me a dead leg.

"Ow!" My leg instantly went numb. I could still walk on it, but moving it at all was awkward and painful. Dead leg's were bitches like that. "That's gonna bruise."

Before I had a chance to get into a defensive position, the ninja with the katana hooked his blade around my 'chuck and flung it far away from me. I listened to it clatter to the ground before I ducked a punch meant for my face.

"Easy!" I grunted, knocking one of them out. "I know you're jealous of my pretty face, but that doesn't mean you have to try and break it!"

The katana wielder, the only Foot left for me to fight, seemed to scoff behind his mask. He charged at me so fast that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to move in time to avoid being sliced like a watermelon. Something flashed behind him and I didn't know what it was until I heard a familiar voice say:

"Don't touch my brother!"

A bo wrapped in purple bands swung into the Foot ninja's gut, making him crumble instantly. I wouldn't be surprised if he broke a rib from that hit. It looked like he had the breath knocked right out of him.

Looking up, I had never been more relieved to see Donatello. He still looked a little bit disoriented, but he was standing. And it looked like he had managed to take out the other two ninja as well. Sweet!

"Don!" I cheered happily, dragging me and my numb leg over to him. He smiled widely and placed his hand on the back of my neck comfortingly. I wrapped my good arm around him and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Boy am I glad to see your ugly face!"

He snorted and passed me his bo, obviously meaning for me to use it as a walking stick. "Gee, what a great way to thank someone for saving your shell." He nudged me slightly, silently telling me that we needed to get out of here. "Besides, I thought Raph was the ugly one."

We quickly gathered up my 'chucks and made sure that neither of us were dragging blood behind us. My foot seemed to have stopped quite a while ago. I probably stepped in a bunch of crap that clogged it up for the moment.

"He is," I assured, grinning slightly. "But I figured, since he's not here, that you'd just have to deal with being the unattractive one until we see him again."

Don glanced over my face and bit his lip. "I don't know, Mikey…" His lip curled in amusement. "Considering your face looks like a bruised peach right now, I think it's safe to say that, out of the two of us, you're definitely the worst looking."

Well, it was probably the truth. I did happen to get hit in that area quite a lot tonight. On the bright side, it wasn't hurting that much, but that was probably because my brain was having a hard time deciding which pained limb to focus on first. I sighed loudly. "Yeah, yeah. No need to remind me."

We were finally able to leave the building, though not as fast as we would have liked to. I was too sluggish and bruised to move at a fast pace, and Don couldn't speed up or else he'd get too dizzy. So we handled the situation as best as we could. Don rested his arm around my shoulder and we walked on.

A/N - Writing fight scenes is mentally draining! But I did it, so whatever. Anyhow, I hope you all liked this. There is going to be another chapter where Mikey and Don make it home and all that jazz. I just thought right here would be a good place to stop.

This is my first time writing a story for this fandom. So this is kind of just practice for me. Hopefully, I'll get better at portraying the characters and what not.

Thanks for reading and please leave a review letting me know what you thought.