Heya everybody! Its Tauni!

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Heres our first collaboration story, we hope you enjoy it!

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The first and last part is by me, Tauni.

And the middle part is by me, chanmui04.

Yer the yummy white filling between two chocolate oreo crackers! Onward to the story!

DISCLAIMER: We do not own the turtles. We tried, we REALLY, really did, but alas, we were denied. I guess our small fortune of 14.29 American dollars was not enough to buy them. Damn. This disclaimer goes for ALL chapters of this story!

DISCLAIMER TWO: Any mistakes from here on out is Leo's fault. Just, trust me. It is.

Olive green hands wringed themselves together, stretching the worn out skin and popping the knuckles. Donatello sat in his computer chair between two metal beds, both currently occupied. Another shaky breath was let out through his mouth as he looked left, right, then left again, watching the two beds quietly. He brought his left hand up to his neck, pulling at the stiff muscles that rested there and gently massaging them back into working mode. Turning again in his twisty chair to the bed the furthest from the infirmary door he stood and checked again on the brother that lay there unmoving other then the steady rise and fall of his chest, which was something that it had not been doing only a few hours before.

"How are they doing?" came a soft voice from behind Don, making him jump a foot in the air and spin at the same time. He raised a hand to his chest, like most do when shocked, and tried to calm his breathing. His eyes caught the shape of Leonardo watching him silently from the door, favoring one leg, the clean white wrappings showing brightly against the green skin. He did not make a comment on how he scared the Bo carrier, no time for jokes, not the right situation, not the right time, not the right place. Mikey was the joker, and he was not in any shape to be making jokes, or any type of talking really.

"Not much change other then Mikey is off of life support… but you knew that…" Don sighed again, rubbing his weary face and making to the other bed where a dark green body lay, still as death. Bad word choice, he reminded himself as he monitored the stats that was being listed off a small screen beside the bed, and then quietly checked the tube that was in his brothers mouth , down his throat and into his lungs, pumping air in and out at a smooth pace. His eyes flicked to the heart monitor that was just beside the breathing status reader, listening to the faint beeping that came from it, and hearing its echo from behind him on Michelangelo's monitor.

He had turned down the sound on the heart monitor awhile ago, for even though it gave him comfort that his brothers were alive, it had been dragging on his already severely frayed nerves. Now it was low enough that it was only a faint beeping from both of them, synced together as if they were beating the same drum. A strange feeling came over Don as he thought of how their hearts went to the same beat, one that he could not explain with words, but he felt as if that was almost a sign that they were in this together and would pull through, together.

Leo nodded wordlessly and made his way to Raph (limping slightly) when Don made his way to Mikey again. Don felt like some crazed bouncy ball, going back and fourth, back and fourth, bouncing from Mikey to Raph to Mikey again. It was the only thing that made him feel ok, though, constantly checking up on them. Might as well get it out of my system now, he thought, for when Raph wakes up hes going to get annoyed by the second time I check him out.

A chair was pulled from a corner of the room and placed next to Raphael, Leo sat on it (The right way, mind you, he would never sit in a chair backwards like his two injured brothers just loved to do) and watched as the pump was forced up and down, pushing air in and our of his lungs, giving his heart the much needed oxygen as it beat in a steady rhythm.

April had been able to help them collect all of the expensive machines that surrounded their brothers, either buying them new or getting them from hospitals after they had bought new ones. It had taken years to get everything that Don had in medical supplies and still it was far from what he wanted, what he at one point in time might need. For now, though, they had everything they needed to keep their brothers alive while their bodies healed and their spirit's mended. They had more then they did just a year ago because of April, and that's all that mattered.

"When do you expect they will wake up?" Leo asked, his voice quiet as if he feared saying anything at a normal volume might injure his younger brothers even more. He rubbed Raphael's arm in a gentle movement, something he would never be allowed to do if the turtle was awake, but took the advantage of his current state to show affection that he never had a chance to show before.

"I dunno," Don replied, checking up on Raph again even though nothing had changed since he had checked a minute and a half ago, "Mikey is already off life support, and in another half hour I hope to take Raph off, maybe sooner. Its good progress considering that this only just happened…" He left the ending hanging, not sure what else there was to say. They just to wait and hope.

Another slow, wordless nod from Leo and he got up, grabbed his chair and moved it Mikey's side, placing it carefully on the floor, not making a sound as its wooden legs reached the ground, and then sat into it silently, his weight not even making the wood creak he sat down so carefully. His hand lifted and he rubbed his brother's head, careful to not get near the bandages that adorned his bald head, and looked at the large bruise that dominated the back of the youngest's head. It had already shrunk quiet a bit over the last few hours but it was still big and ugly looking. His orange loving brother also supported a long cut that went from his left shoulder, down his plastron and almost to where his hips were. Don had stitched up the skin and had used some special plaster (a vet formula none the less) on the harder plastron. He had lost a lot of blood and had gotten a transfusion from Donatello, even though he himself hated needles just as much as everyone else.

Leo's golden eyes then flittered back to Raphael, his legs weing held stiff by a removable cast, removable because the skin under said cast was stitched up and Don would have to check on those every few hours even after Raphael awoke. Another long cut graced the red banded warrior's arm, stitched just as cleanly as everything else.

"You should go get some rest, Don," Leo said, his voice quiet but the leadery demand hard to miss.

"Yah, because you have gotten just as much sleep as me Leo." Don snapped back and then widened his eyes at his brother, surprising himself with how angry the reply sounded. Leo raised an eyebrow at his usually calm brother, but was not as surprised as Don himself. They were stressed, hurt, confused, and then stressed out even more.

"At least let me rewrap your arm, Don," Leo asked, his eyes looking sharply at the olive arm as the wrapping yet again fell loose because of the constant movement between the two unconscious brothers, and relieving irritated skin, the stitching that Leo had done still held tight luckily but the last thing they needed was for it to get infected. Don nodded and Leo made his way, quickly reattaching the delicate fabric to the arm before sitting back down.

"…I…" Don started, looking from one fallen brother to the next and back again, "… I am just… I just don't… I need to be here when they wake up…" When, not if, when.

Leo sighed quietly, already knowing that it was a loosing battle to try and rip his one conscience brother away from the other two unconscious ones and gave in, nodding that annoyingly slow nod again and made his way out of the room only to return with a plate of sandwiches and two glasses of water, offering a glass to Don who also took a sandwich and then sat back down, the plate sitting on the edge of Raph's bed.

"I'm worried too, Don."

A few hours earlier

"Someone's coming."

They heard the familiar sound of the two-towed ninja Tabi shoes tapping lightly against the tar-coated roof tops nearing, the alarmingly familiar, yet almost inaudible sound of a large number of bodies moving expertly through the sky, undetectable to the untrained eye and ear.

Raph cast Mike a smirk, who just grinned back while Ninja upon Ninja seemingly poured into view out of nowhere. It was obvious they both viewed this as play time, and Leo (for once) couldn't exactly blame them. For them, an attack from The Foot was childs play. They could be taken down with ease. The one advantage The Foot did have on them though was that they came in hordes, so it was never a fair fight. He was quite confident in his brother's abilities, and yet despite this, Leo couldn't help but feel that something was amiss.

The Leader stooped down on the ledge of the building as a few others crept up behind him, all hunched over with their swords drawn vexingly at their sides.

"Be cautious." Leo advised softly as he drew his katana with a loud 'schlish' sound that made Raph's smirk grow even wider. Man, did love it when Leo got all cynical.

They fell into formation automatically, getting into their ready stances while The Foot also positioned themselves, a few extra stragglers suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

The Foot didn't frighten Don at all; it was more or less how they were clothed. Black and gray, how drab. The worst part was the masks that adorned each Ninja's face, completely canceling out any other features besides the eyes. They were very different from his own mask, which was colored purple and covered only his eyes. It made them emotionless beings, it made them slaves to The Shredder, and they no longer had an identity- even when the mask was removed. He wondered about them, did they have families? Children? Did they have jobs? Or did they work for The Shredder alone? Did they yearn for something more, but were they terrified to reject The Clan? The Shredder generally took in homeless kids or gang-rejects/drop outs from the street and clothed them, poisoned and blinded them with lies and promises of a loving family, and trained them in the ways of Ninjitsu. He wondered how many of the Ninja standing in front of him were his age, he wondered if any of them had ever known a life outside The Foot.

The appointed Leader of the pact squared his shoulders and pushed off the lip of the building, taking a running lead, signifying that the battle was on.

The four brothers broke off individually at first, making sure to keep in close range just in case something went bad. Besides, if they all took them individually it wouldn't be so overwhelming. When they were younger, they often made this mistake, and usually found themselves all backed into a corner.

Even after Mikey kicked the Foot soldier square in the jaw, the guy kept coming at him, but now two others accompanied him. "Bad Foot Ninja, stay down, boy! Stay down!" He teased, continuing to badger his opponent. Mikey's head bobbed back a little bit in surprise as he deflected an oncoming attack with his forearm. His next assailant sent a high blow to the left side of his face, which he quickly parried with the outer edge of his left hand, countering with a knuckle jab to the doji-clad man's stomach. Mikey grinned softly and pulled his nun chucks from his belt, swinging them in an old-western gun-toting style years of Bonanza reruns had taught him, before blowing on the end like a pistol and sticking it back in his belt.

During all this, Don had been so busy averting a mini fleet of Ninja he hadn't seen the assailant sneak up behind him, making a quick slice, leaving Don with nicely sized gash on his bicep that quickly started gushing blood. With a loud cry, he clamped a shaky hand over the wound, trying to stop the blood from seeping down his arm. How did I not see that? He lividly thought to himself. He was, however, able to rip his hand away from the wound long enough to bash the Ninja over the head with his Bo, hoping with every ounce of his being that he shattered that dullards jaw. With a sigh he sunk to his knees feeling a bit dizzy, although he felt instant relief wash over him when the bleeding began to slow, knowing it would dry up quickly but might possibly require stitches. Leo knelt by him for a moment to make sure he was okay, giving him a thorough look-over, but Donny insisted he wasn't seriously injured and that he could continue fighting.

"Move yer shell, Mikey!" Raph shoved him out of the way of an attacking Foot Ninja, bearing his teeth with a threatening growl. Luckily, most of the blow from the sword was absorbed by his shell, which sent crippling waves back up into the sword wielder arms. With Mikey out of harms way he braced himself and, being close enough, turned, delivering an uppercut into the mans stomach which allowed his grip on his sword to loosen. Raphael's elbow shot out and connected with the gloved hand, causing the user's sword to be thrown a few feet away. Once the Ninja was disarmed (still in shock), Raph took a step back, delivering a swift side kick to the masked mans neck complete with a front snap to the solar plexus that would make even Leo beam with pride— If he hadn't been too busy getting his shell waxed to notice, anyway.

When Leo heard his shell click against Donny's, he looked over his shoulder and gave a quick nod. Don nodded back, seeming to understand. In an instant, Don had flipped completely over Leo using his Bo staff for leverage, landing behind his brother's attacker, who turned, confoundedly, trying to follow the lighter turtle with his eyes. Don swept low at the mans ankles and before he was even near the ground, the other side of Don's Bo staff had caught him in the shoulder, sending him spiraling into the rooftop. He winced slightly at the stretching of his skin and felt himself fight the urge to faint. The second Don had flipped over Leo; Leo turned and advanced towards Don's previous attacker, obviously throwing the man horribly off balance, as he had intended. He slashed at the Foot Ninja with a single katana, and then went straight into a side snap kick to his ribs.

"—Incoming!" A rather animated voice called playfully from directly behind Leo, who expertly eluded the body of a Foot Ninja that sailed over his head and took out three other soldiers. It was at that moment that Leo felt his heart sink, because there, hidden in the looming shadows that covered a run-down billboard stood four foreboding figures. He instantly recognized the four shadowy figures, and, fear gripping his heart, he turned to warn his brothers who hadn't yet discovered who had been watching them for who knew how long.

"Fall back!" Leo shouted out amongst the carnage, hoping to make a hasty retreat and possibly outrun them, although he knew in the back of his mind from past encounters that it was nearly impossible. He heard a very disconcerted Michelangelo question why the remaining Foot Ninja had either taken off or retreated to the edge of the building where they raptly roosted themselves, like some type of unholy ninja-gargoyle statues.

All three brothers head's shot up unanimously upon hearing such an unusual order coming from Leo. It wasn't like him to call a withdraw. Mikey wasn't even sure if he had ever heard Leo call for them to fall back before.

When Raphael no longer saw his brothers Bo staff creating a pile of Foot Ninja at his feet, he met Leo's gaze and followed it to a decrepit billboard a roof away. Four wraithlike figures stood perfectly erect, weapons held a level that to anyone completely unaware of the sheer force and power these four held wouldn't be very threatening at all. The way they presented themselves almost suggested that they expected this to be over quite soon, that they were not anticipating the fight at all, that maybe they might even grow uninterested. It always amused and severely irked him how their tattered crimson capes fluttered in the breeze so delicately, and yet they struck so fiercely. Even Raph enjoyed a good scrap, but he didn't exactly jump for joy when the Elite butted into his business. It was no longer fun and games, now it was a matter of life or death.

After what seemed like an eternity of stillness, the four tyrants leapt effortlessly onto the rooftop and were charging even before their feet had touched the ground. The four brothers, despite hearing Leo's orders, hadn't nary a second to even contemplate a retreat. Two took the lead while the other two took the rear, and when the leading team got as close as possible they vanished in a cloud of gray smoke that momentarily blinded Leo and Don. Thankfully, they weren't naive enough to think that they'd just up and left, and they were prepared for the two remaining attackers who seemed to slip through the smoke, weapons drawn.

"I almost wish we got the TechNinja's this time." Mikey yelped loudly, just barely dodging the blade of one of the Elite Ninja that Don had so enthusiastically avoided.

"Yeah. Tell me about it!" Don concurred, quickly knocking the Elite Ninja's weapon out of his hands, gripping onto his cape tightly. He instantly rocked back onto his shell (this move completed correctly could gather enough inertia to literally catapault a human body), thrusting his feet into the man's torso, hurtling him directly into Leo, who offered a swift kick to the head. That didn't keep him down for long, though. He rolled when he hit the ground and hopped right back onto his feet, this time rushing towards Raphael and, on the way, bending down and scooping up his blade by the grip.

"Raph!" Leo shouted once more, he being the first to see the second umbrageous figure appear behind his red clad brother. Mikey shot a dismayed glance over at Leo upon hearing his voice, but if Raph had heard Leo, he wasn't giving any indication. Noticing Leo was a little too busy to 'save the day' at the moment, Mikey did a series of flips over to his older brother and flung his nun chucks out protectively, intending to block the attack meant for Raphael. They wrapped around the Elite Ninja's weapon long enough to keep him from lashing out at Raph, but, now having to deal with Mikey, he jerked his weapon back with all his might, causing Mikey to hit the ground not too far away.

"Mikey's hit—!" Raph bellowed before Mikey even knew he was hit. Raph deflected a powerful kick meant for his lower thigh, delivering a punch of his own that sent an Elite throttling towards the ledge of the building. He had just enough time left to watch Mikey completely abandon his nun chucks and seize his head with one hand, swaying, desperately trying to right himself before another attack commenced. He blinked hard a few times as if he didn't completely understand he'd been struck. One minute he was retaliating, his nun chucks flinging around wildly, the next thing he knew, he felt the air being stomped out of his chest and his head strike something big and hard, which turned out to be a brick wall. Don, realizing he was the only one that didn't have his hands full at the moment, made a mad dash over to his little brother.

"Mikey? Let me see, Mikey." Don grabbed Mikey's shoulder in an attempt to soothe him, and although Mikey felt the panic welling up inside his chest at having taken such a huge blow to the head, at first he simply shoved Don away. Don's fingers just barely grazed his arm in a much gentler fashion this time. He felt the acidy knot in his stomach loosen a bit as Mike shakily faced him, his eyes wide with fright. Don had lectured him enough on blows to the head to know that a number of things could happen (internal bleeding, brain damage, aneurysm), and Mikey having a very suggestive and colorful imagination coupled with him being a bit of a hypochondriac didn't exactly help the matter any either.

Mikey shook his head slowly, sounding very much like a child. "I don't feel good, Don." He puled softly, starting feel himself grow lightheaded, which he knew was telltale sign of a concussion, and knowing this, he struggled to the best of his ability to stay conscious. Don hadn't had a chance to finish checking his younger brother out because at that very moment, everything fell deathly still, and it quickly captured his attention. Screaming, swords clanking, grunting and shrieks were normal to hear during battle, but absolute silence? Glancing over to Leo for guidance, he was shocked to find Leo kneeling on the ground in front of one of the Elite, shuddering and gasping for breath.

He had only torn his eyes away from a weakening Michelangelo for a second, but it was a second he knew deep down that he would never forgive himself for. The distinct sound of steel slicing into skin and muscle was enough to make him cringe, and, although he seriously was terrified to look, he knew he had to. When he finally turned, he watched his younger brother hunch over, unmoving.

"Mikey?" Don rasped, stepping around his brother. When he saw Mikey holding his hands tightly around his plastron, completely soaked in blood he felt his knees buckle. His hands were shaking profusely but he managed to pry one of Mikey's hands away, gaping down at the large wound that went from his shoulder clear down to his hip. Don shook his head in disbelief, and when he raised his eyes, he was met with the wide terrified eyes of his sibling, pleading with him, asking why this had happened to him, and for once in his life, Donatello did not have an answer. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched Mike sway to the side, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. Mikey laid perfectly still and for an instant Don feared the worst, although he was able to find a pulse, and although his mind screamed at him to grab Mike and run, all he could manage to do was shift his little brother's head into his lap. He felt completely useless.

Leo ripped his head out of his arms which were just moments ago cradling it so gently, trying to catch his breath as quickly as possible before he was killed on the spot. He hated being brought to his knees. He caught sight of Don kneeling on the ground, and it wasn't until he saw the orange bandana tails that he had pieced together what had happened. He had been so distracted he hadn't even noticed the Elite Ninja kneeling next to him. He did, however, notice the blade being shoved into his gracilis (a muscle that resides along your hamstring), extracting a blood-chilling scream from the blue-banded turtle.

Don shuddered again, his grip on Mikey tightening when he heard Leo scream so savagely. He must have been in a great deal of pain, because Don could only recall ever hearing Leo cry out like that maybe twice in his lifetime. He swung his gaze over to Leo, and when he watched him dislodge the sword with another loud grunt he felt his stomach churn once more.

"Raph!" Leo's sudden shout made Don reel his head over in the direction of Raphael. Sadly, Leo's efforts had been in vain. Raph continued to lash out as his attackers with a wearing drive, and deplorably, his retaliatory efforts were quickly drained when one of the Elite took him completely by surprise. He suddenly saw a dark figure glide out in front of him as slow as ever, as if the world had just stopped turning. He could make out two fiery, torrid eyes staring back at him from under the shadow of the coned bamboo hat that suddenly didn't seem as humorous as it once had been. He couldn't see the mouth, but he was sure if he ripped that stupid mask off he'd find a twisted sneer, far dottier than anything he could ever manage.

When Don heard Raphael's sai hit the ground with a deafening 'ting', he turned, still supporting an unconscious and severely bleeding Michelangelo's head in his lap. Raphael's shell struck the ground, a loud scraping noise emitting followed by a series of thunderous animalistic screams and curses that would make a even a Sailor blush.

Leo and Don reeled their heads around when they heard a faint voice from below murmuring something that sounded like:

"Over there... I think it's... punk kids fightin' or somethin'..."

Leo was suddenly aware of the blue and red lights blinking below them, casting flickering shadows as the lights rotated. He crawled over to Raphael, who had positioned himself up against the edge of the building, his breathing erratic, one eye screwed shut tightly in pain. He was bleeding copiously, and Leo stared on in awe as he neared his brother, wondering how Raphael was even still conscious.

When he glanced over his shoulder, anticipating another attack while he was down, he wasn't very surprised to find that the Elite had vanished already.

"Gotta go, Raph." He whispered, attempting to sling an arm around Raphael's midsection which was nearly impossible since his shell got in the way so much. Raph winced when Leo tried to move him, and pushed him away, but Leo insisted that they had to go now, that the police were here. Leo's eyes searched for Don, wondering if Mikey was giving him this much trouble, and then he remembered, with a grimace, that Mikey hadn't been moving at all the last time he had laid eyes on him.

"Leo…yer…yer bleedin' Leo." Raph replied in a surprised tone, his eyes widening as he reached out to touch the stab wound in his brother's leg. It figured that even though Raph was sitting in a puddle of his own blood (which would have rendered a less stubborn man/turtle unconscious), he still managed to find time during all this confusion to point out the obvious. Leo told him he was well aware that he was bleeding, and also that the police were below and that he had to be quiet so they could get him out of there without being seen, but Raph hadn't heard any of it because when Leo tried to move him the second time he blacked out.

"Don?" Leo quietly called out as he neared the edge, somehow managing to maintain a steady grip on very brawny younger brother, even on a bad leg. He could see the lights below still flashing as an angered older man waved his cane about angrily, and Leo couldn't help but wonder if the old man had just called the cops for some sort of attention, claiming to have seen or heard something— although he supposed they had been a bit louder than usual.

"Let's go home, Don."

Don stepped up next to Leo, Mikey slung over his good shoulder, gripping Mikey's disgarded nun chucks in his free hand as he sprung into the shadows, Leo not too far behind.

Present

Donny carefully pulled the tube from Raphael's throat, going slowly as not to damage anything as the long plastic medical equipment slid out. Once it slipped from Raph's dark green lips Donatello was pleased to hear his brother cough, a effect that pulling said tube out had on many and it was a good sign; his body was self aware, trying to cleanse itself of the saliva that had built up while the tube sat there in the way. Mikey had not made a sound when he had pulled his out, and it had worried Don, but he was happy that Raphael had managed to do what Mike had not.

The beeping from both brothers had gotten stronger over the last half hour, both still mirroring each other in a beautiful beat as if they were twin drums. Picking up the tube he placed it in the sink that he had put in the infirmary a long time ago, something that was used time and time again, and made a mental note to clean it out later. Moving to the left he opened up a cupboard and pulled out two new IV bags full of liquid and skirted back to his patients.

First he took of Raph's old and nearly empty bag, taking the small thin tube and reattaching it to the new one, and then placing the new filled bag on the hook. He went to Mikey and repeated the process, and proceeded to throw both bags in the garbage.

Don moved around and about the room, checking on Raphael's cleanly stitched up legs. He had been so worried when he saw the extent of the wound for the first time, the slices going close enough to the bone that the femur of the left leg actually had a gouge in it. Sewing up the wounds had been hard for he also had to reattach veins and tendons, his laptop (now spattered in blood, he had been too worried for his brother that, for once, he did not clean his machine at the first chance he got) by his side and contently looking at it for reference. He had been so so so worried that he would do something wrong, that he would make Raphael lame for the rest of his life, and now found himself pleased with his work. Don would not know, however, how well he did until Raph healed enough to show him, and the waiting was already killing him (it had only been a few hours, too!).

While he had worked on Raph's legs he talked Leo through patching up Mikey's extensive cut wound. Leonardo had been able to sew up the shoulder and the little bit of leg that had been nicked with ease, and then Don told him how to use the plaster (making it, how to apply it and set it so it would work just right) and soon enough Leo had had Mikey all patched up as well.

They both had gotten a few transfusions, Raph more so then Mikey for he had a lost a lot of blood with his legs nearly sliced in half, but not by much. Luckily Don had started to keep a collection of blood taken from them at various times in his little fridge, and so had blood ready to give, but they ran out of that quickly and so Don and Leo started using their own blood to revive their brothers. It had worked, for the time being.

Leonardo entered the infirmary again, the 6th time in five minutes, and did not even have to ask Don how they were doing for he already knew the question was coming and got on his way to answering it, "Raph's off life support. Both are doing fine. Now we wait." His response was clipped and almost mechanical, having said most it so many times he was tired of the words.

Nonetheless Leo's eyes lit up slightly when he heard that Raph was supporting himself on his own now, and walked into the room, sat down and looked at Donny for a moment, "Then we'll wait."

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