AN: Firstly I've got to apologise to all those who are waiting for the epilogue of Recovery and to all those people who I haven't reviewed, I've had issues that needed to be dealt with, (which has caused a major case of WB). I've got a lot of reading to catch up on, then a lot of reviews to write. Sorry, folks. :)

I wrote this little chapter to get the creative juices flowing again, it is a multi chapter story, another that popped into my head, (to add to the list of unfinished fics, LOL).

Anyways, please feel free to read…

Chapter 1

The first thing I noticed when consciousness returned to me was a man standing above me, he wasn't concerned or curious, far from it, he was preparing to sever my head. The axe in his hands glistened in the moonlight and the alley was dimly lit making it impossible to fully identify the man before me. As the axe dropped I moved quickly to the side and swung my legs around so that his knees buckled with the blow to his thigh. I stood quickly and spared a glance at the scene around me, my brothers were nowhere in sight and I knew that I was alone with this crazed man. He recovered fast and I reacted instinctively dodging the axe in it's swing as it targeted my head once again. I felt exposed and needed to take cover but first I had to deal with my attacker, I didn't want to hurt this man, even though that was his intention for me. I grabbed the handle of the axe and yanked hard, the man was pulled forward into my waiting knee which winded him and he dropped to the cold concrete floor, with a quick spin kick to his head he dropped unconscious to the ground. This man was unknown to me, he wasn't dressed in any Foot attire and his face was unfamiliar, in fact he seemed much like a family man, his suit and tie an unusual choice when preparing to hack off the head of a mutant turtle.

What had happened? Why am I alone in this alley? The last thing I remember is leaving the lair with the intention of visiting the junkyard, which, from the look of things, is in the completely opposite direction. Did I get side-tracked by something? Why was this man trying to kill me? Why can't I remember?

One thing is for sure, staying here would not help me find the answers I need. I quickly search the unconscious man for any form of identification and surprisingly find none, no wallet, no ID card, nothing. His pockets are empty. Slightly irritated by this, I move away silently, I'll learn nothing more here. I move towards the nearest manhole and pull the cover free descending quietly and replacing the lid, once down the ladder I make my way towards home. It's with some strange realisation that I discover I am naked, my pads, bandana and belt are all missing. It was unnerving, another element to the mystery and a worrying one at that because someone must have removed them, I doubt very much that it was me.

As I approach the lair I feel safer, my footfalls become louder as both a sign to my family that someone is near, and because exhaustion is overtaking me. I don't know why I'm so tired, I feel like I've ran a marathon at full speed.

The lair door opens and an extremely worn and worried Leonardo is running towards me, he drapes his arm around my shoulder to guide me along and I gratefully drop into him, allowing his weight to carry my own. He must have noticed how tired I was because his grip tightened. We moved inside the lair and he led me to the couch, I dropped into it's soft comfort and let out a relieved sigh, it felt good to be home. Leo lowered down on his haunches and lifted my chin gently with his hand, he looked into my eyes and it was then that I noticed the fear. Leonardo was afraid of something, spooked by something. That fear transferred to me.

"What's wrong?" I spoke quietly, frowning in curiosity. Leo looked surprised but didn't answer my question.

"Don, where have you been?" he replied instead. I knew I couldn't answer that, I didn't know. My memory is so vague of the last few hours that I couldn't piece it together. I answered him: "I'm sorry, Leo. I really don't know. The last thing I remember is leaving the lair to go to the junkyard, after that…" I shook my head.

Leo gripped my hands tight, "Don. That was three weeks ago."

My eyes widened at my brother's revelation, my breathing quickening so that I'm almost hyperventilating. What happened? Three weeks of my life had vanished, three weeks away from my family and no memory of where I was or what had happened to me. I shuddered uncontrollably and took comfort in my brother's arms wrapping around me as I gazed at a spot on the floor, my brain trying to force lost time back into focus. I hear Leo whispering words to me, comforting words that I can't register at the moment.

I don't think I've ever been so scared in my whole life as I am right now.

AN: Apologies for the short chapter, consider it a prologue, LOL! Please Review! (Gives best puppy dog look)