SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 3 MID-SEASON FINALE

DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me.

Author's Note- Carson was soo upset about leaving his turtles behind, and I loved that part so much that I just had to write this. Just a quick little drabble, but when the bunny won't go away, I'm forced to write! Hope you all enjoy!

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They were all alone.

The Owner had fed them a few hours ago, talking to them in his strange but soothing accented voice. He told them of going to dinner with some humans named Colonel Sheppard, Rodney, and a woman named Elizabeth. They listened quietly as he spoke to them about the first time he met each one. He had a wonderful voice to listen to, and they enjoyed his speaking.

He told them how he had met Dr. Elizabeth Weir when she had hired him to do genetic research and be her Chief Medical Doctor in a place called Antarctica. She had asked him after he had discovered something called an ATA gene. He spoke of how he respected her as a leader and enjoyed her friendship. They heard the concern in his voice as he spoke of how he found her, obviously depressed, in her messy apartment.

He spoke to them, a bemused chuckle in his voice of the man named Rodney. A brilliant, arrogant man who Carson missed more than he cared to admit. A man whose friendship he valued and whose opinion always made Carson strive to be and do better. He told them of how he tried to say goodbye, about what he had really wanted to say to Rodney that day in the Lab.

"Oh, Rodney." Owner had sighed.

He talked about how the first time he had met Colonel Sheppard he almost killed him. He talked fondly about the man, remembering adventure after adventure with him, the injuries, the recoveries, the friendship they shared. Carson missed his laid back personality and his ability to do what needed to be done. They listened closely, absorbing every word Owner told them.

They listened in awe as he told them of the magnificent City that he had lived in for the past few years. The Ancient City that rose from the depths of the ocean, full of wonders and technology one could only dream of. He told them of his Infirmary, where he spent hours creating his artificial gene therapy, a retrovirus for something called a Wraith (they had noticed him shudder slightly as he spoke of these frightening creatures, no doubt reliving painful memories). He spoke to them about the people he had cared for, those he saved, and those who didn't make it.

They relaxed as he gently patted each of their heads, checking to make sure they would be alright for the next few hours.

Then he had left, with their light on a timer so that they knew when it was day and when it was night. They swam around happily, basking on their flat rock and nibbling at the food Owner had left for them. They waited happily for Owner to return, to tell them more stories of the place called Atlantis. They were eager to hear more, to learn more about Owner and to know what he knew.

But he never returned. The light over their tank shut off, and in the morning when it turned on again Owner still wasn't there. He didn't return for the whole day. They kept to their routine; basking, swimming, sleeping, eating a little. But Owner never came back.

Carson's turtles were all alone.

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