"Leoooooooooooooo!!" came the voice of a nine year old turtle. It rang though the lair like a fire alarm. Loud and consistent.

"Leo, I'm bored!" Michelangelo called as he walked into the living area of their sewer lair. Leonardo, who had been meditating on the floor, sighed and opened his eyes.

"Why don't you watch the TV?" Leo suggested.

"It's a week day, nothing is on" Mikey replied, like Leo was stupid.

"Play with Raph?" Leo asked.

"He is too grumpy" Mikey said, wrinkling his nose up. Leo sighed again.

"Help Donnie with…whatever his doing?"

"Tried, but he said I was getting in the way" Mikey told Leo, sitting down opposite him.

"You could meditate, Splinter says you need to practise" Leo said.

"Come on, Leo, I'm already bored, do you want me to die of boredom?" Mikey asked. Leo was running out of suggestions, and patients.

"Leooooo!!" Mikey said again, leaning towards Leo, holding his knees as he did it.

"Mikey, I'm right here, you don't need to shout" Leo growled.

"But I'm booorrrrred!" Mikey told him. Leo shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Why don't we play hide and seek?" he asked, reopening his eyes. Mikey's eyes lit up.

"Great! I'll get Donnie" he told Leo and then ran to Donnie's room.

Ten minuets later, all four turtles were standing outside the lair.

"I'll be 'it' first" Leo said and started to count. Raph ran off in one direction and Donnie and Mikey in the other. Mikey and Donnie always kept together when they were playing in the sewers as they weren't as brave as their older brothers and they let their imagination get the better of them sometimes. This was very easy down the endless tunnels and dark, smelly sewers.

"We need a really good hiding place this time" Mikey told Donnie as they climbed into some tunnels and starting to walk along them.

"Leo knows all our hiding places" Donnie said. They walked along the tunnels. They couldn't hear Leo counting anymore. That either meant that they had gone out of ear distance or that Leo had finished counting.

"Come on" Mikey said, grabbing Donnie's arm and dragging him along another tunnel.

"Have you ever been this way before?" Donnie asked, uncertainly as he looked around at the unfamiliar tunnel.

"No, but we can't be that far from the lair, the sewers can't be that big" Mikey told him, stopping at the end of the tunnel, where there were two other tunnels, each leading in a different direction. He considered each one before running into the one that lead away from the lair.

"Mikey, I don't think we should go away from the lair" Donnie said, following him.

"Don't be such a wimp, Don, I know where we're going" Mikey grinned. Donnie rolled his eyes and ran behind.

After about ten minuets, they slowed to a walk. Mikey started to look uncertain as he looked around.

"Maybe…maybe we should turn around" Donnie suggested, seeing Mikey's face.

"Yeh, good I-" Mikey started but was cut off by voice along the tunnel. Both their eyes grew wide.

"Humans!" they both breathed, looking at each other.

"Quick! Up there!" Donnie said, pointing to a small tunnel, above their heads. Using all their young Ninja skills, they climbed up to the tunnel and scrambled into it. They heard footsteps below them, and Donnie put his head over Mikey's mouth.

"I think I need a job change" came a rough voice. Donnie looked over the edge. There were two men in overalls, with a tool belt stripped around their waist.

"It's not that bad down here" said the younger man.

"Just take away the smell, the water, the dangerous animals, the darkness and-yeh- I guess I could call this a pleasant job" said the other man. They stopped just below the tunnel that Donnie and Mikey were hiding it. Donnie sat backwards, dragging Mikey in with him so the men couldn't see them.

"It's just one broken pipe today" sad the young man and the turtles heard the sound of metal against metal.

Donnie quietly crawled to the edge and peered over the edge again. The men were fixing a pipe. It looked pretty badly damaged. Mikey crawled next to Donnie. As he did so, he knocked a stone over the edge.

"Shell!" Mikey gasped as the stone hit one of the men on the head. Both the men looked up and Donnie pulled Mikey back again.

But it was too late, the men had seen them.

"What was that?" one of the yelled.

"It looked like two giant frogs!" another yelled. Donnie and Mikey crawled as fast as they could along the small tunnel. Stones scraped their knees and hands.

"Come on!" Donnie yelled to Mikey behind him. Donnie grabbed Mikey's hand and pulled him along. They couldn't see a thing, it was so dark. They were both shaking and panting, panic taking over them.

And then suddenly, they were falling!

Donnie had been crawling along, when his hands fell into empty space. He couldn't regain his balance and he fall forwards, into the nothing. Mikey had been holding onto Donnie's shell, so wouldn't get separated, and had been dragged down as well.

"AHHHH!" they both screamed. They couldn't see a thing, and they reached out to each other as they fall. The wind whistled in Donnie's ears, and his heart quickened. All he could hear was Mikey's screams.

And then water surrounded them.

"Mikey!" Donnie yelled, as his head came above the water. He chocked out water and turned around, kicking his legs and listening for his brother.

"Mikey!" Donnie called again, fear in his voice.

"DONNIE! DONNIE! HELP!" Mikey chocked from in front of him. Donnie swam towards him and caught hold of Mikey's arm. Mikey was panicking, kicking his legs out fiercely.

"Mikey, calm down, it's ok" Donnie reassured him.

"My leg! It's caught on something!" Mikey yelled, still panicking. Donnie grabbed hold of him.

"Mikey, it's ok, I'll get you out, just stay still" Donnie told him. Mikey stopped kicking, but his breathing told Donnie that he was crying.

Donnie took a deep breath and ducked under the ice cold water. He felt his way down to Mikey's foot and felt a piece of rope wrapped around it. He quickly untangled it and came back above the water, taking a gasp of water. Mikey grabbed hold of his arm.

"What do we do? I can't see a thing!" he asked. Donnie looked around, but all he could see was the darkness.

"We will have to feel out way to the edge" Donnie told Mikey and started to swim to the left of them, holding onto Mikey all the way. Their feet just scraped the bottom.

It took about ten minuets to found the edge of the water way and onto a half dry ledge. By which time they were shivering and tried. Mikey rushed out of the water and burst into tears. Donnie kneeled down next to him and hugged him.

Their knees and hands were cut and sore. They were wet and cold, and very hungry, and extremely tired.

Donnie knew that they could be miles from the lair, miles underground with no way of contacting Master Splinter or their brothers. But he had to keep a strong head and not panic, otherwise there would be no hope of getting home.

"Come on, we need to found somewhere dry" Donnie told Mikey, pulling him up. The ground was wet and they kept slipping over as they crept along it.

Donnie found a wall and ran a hand over it as they walked along it. The wall was rough and it scratched at Donnie's hand. They walked cautiously this time, in fear of falling down another hole.

They walked for about half an hour. Mikey tripped over at one point. He fall forwards, cutting his leg and hurting the palms of his hands again. His cries rang though the whole of the sewer and Donnie thought he was quite badly hurt. Luckily, he wasn't, just tried and scared.

They managed to found a side hole that was big enough for the both of them to sleep in. they both flopped down and hugged each other.

"Where are we, Donnie?" Mikey asked in a weak voice.

"I…I don't know" Donnie told his little brother.

"But you know everything" Mikey told him. Donnie still couldn't see, due to the darkness, but he knew Mikey had tears rolling down his face. Donnie wiped them away.

"Not this time, Mikey" Donnie told him, feeling the tears coming to his eyes. But he refused to let them fall. He had to be there for Mikey. Mikey snuggled up closed to Donnie, seeking reassurance that Donnie couldn't give him. Donnie wrapped his arms around Mikey's shivering body and closed his eyes.

"Donnie?" Mikey whispered.

"Yeh?" Donnie asked.

"Can you tell me a story?" Mikey asked.

"Yeh, which one do you want to hear?"

"The turtle that got lost" Mikey replied, tightening his grip on Donnie. So Donnie told Mikey the story of the turtle that got lost in the sewer. Splinter had made it up to scare them from going to far out of the lair when they were about five years old. The turtle always came home in time for their dinner.

"And he smiled as he bit into his cheesy pizza. He was glad that he was home and never went to far from the lair again" Donnie finished. Mikey's breathing was deep, which meant he had fallen asleep. Donnie smiled weakly, leant his head against Mikey's and fall asleep as well.

Erm…hope you like, I'll update soon. Please review, flames welcome, but nothing too harsh, please.