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Summary: I knew I'd end up fixing a lot of things in my lifetime. I even anticipated that someday, I would have to figure out how to put myself back together. I just never expected it to be this hard.

A/N: This is a 2003 fic, although I've only seen seasons 1-3 ish... So... Yeah... This probably won't be your usual "turtle gets captured" fics, as I feel there's something a bit different about this one. Most notably that I don't currently plan on having very much physical torture. It will be more... "torture" of the mental variety. ;)

Chapter 1

Cement. When he came to, he was lying on cement, the cold seeping into his skin.

He just lay there for a moment, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. They kept slipping away from him, reminding him of the time Raph had broken his ant farm all those years ago. He had tried to scoop the ants up, but they kept escaping, crawling over his fingers and spilling back onto the floor.

Speaking of Raph, where the shell was he? Where were any of his brothers for that matter? He struggled to open his eyes more than halfway, moving as little as possible in case there was still danger around. It didn't do much good, the world around him remaining as black as tar. There was something covering his eyes, and he figured it was his mask, turned and rewrapped so tightly it no longer felt natural.

The feeling in his hands started to come back, and he realized that they had been tied up behind his back as well. A slight tug on one arm revealed how immobile he truly was, even without the restraints. His muscles hardly responded at all. Drugged. He'd definitely been drugged, although he couldn't really tell what the chemical had been. He didn't think he'd be able to roll over properly right now, even to save his life. Nothing to do now but wait, then...

He slowed and deepened his breathing in an effort to keep calm, as well as make sure that whoever had captured him didn't realize he was awake yet. Shutting his eyes to the dark, he tilted his head ever so slightly and listened. There was a mechanical humming above him and off to his left, echoing closely from his right and making the room sound small. A cell, then. They had put him in a cell.

A minute passed, then another five, and nothing changed. Time stretched on with nothing to mark its passage but the low drone of what he could only assume was the air vent. Twenty more seconds. Nothing. He lay there for as long as he could stand it, almost holding his breath as he waited for something, anything, to happen. Panic flickered through his lungs and into his throat, cutting off what little air he was taking in, at least until he was able to grab ahold of himself again. Nothing was happening; what if nothing ever happened? But of course not, his captors would come for him soon, do something with him. He supposed he should relish the time he had now. Maybe try to remember how he'd gotten into this mess in the first place...

He'd been on patrol, right? No, that wasn't it... The memory of a path unfolded in his mind, followed by the scent of flowers that he hadn't cared to look up the names of. Leaves skittered along the ground, the clouds shifting almost ominously overhead. He'd gone for a walk in Central Park, in one of the places he knew would be deserted. He... He had been alone.

Don slowly released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His family hadn't been captured with him, as far as he knew. They were still out there, still free. They still had a chance, and that meant that he still had a chance. He had to focus on that, no matter what these people had planned for him. He needed to be there for his brothers when they needed him, and he couldn't do that if he gave up.

A door behind him creaked open, bringing in a wave of sterilized air and the sounds of carts rolling along corridors, people speaking lowly to each other and... was that screaming? He tore his attention away from the hall beyond his cell and focused on the two people who had just stepped in, a cart pulled behind them. It also sounded like they were dragging something else in...

The door slammed shut.

He kept his muscles slack and his breathing as deep and slow as he could stand, waiting. He could feel his mind begin to slip into its meditation state out of habit, but he held his consciousness just above the surface.

"Geez, where the Hell did they find this one? I know Brandon said it wasn't normal, but this thing is just freaky lookin'." A male voice remarked, nearly crushing his captive's foot to check if he was awake. Don reigned in his body's reaction to the stimulus, just barely.

A slightly higher, raspier voice responded. "Good thing we've got that Tricerawhatsit tech, or I don't think the Docs would able to hold it still. Just look at its muscles... Huh... Ya think that shell could stop a bullet?"

He could feel something brush over his carapace and he struggled to hold back a shiver.

"Doubt it." The lower voice replied. "The shells are made of bone, not Kevlar. And it's not like it matters, they're using it for mental experiments, not physical ones."

"Aw, come on, it's like buying a cheetah and testing its ability to fly! What the heck are those idiots thinking?"

Slap

"More than you, dumbass. You didn't even read the file. This thing's easily ten times smarter than you are, and from the initial scans, the higher ups think its brain is built just like a human's."

"You really are mad about not getting that promotion, aren't ya?"

"Shut up, Garrison."

There was near silence for a second or two, followed by shuffling.

Cold fingers touched the back of his head, his mask loosening before falling off completely.

A hand felt along the top of his spine, turning his head down, searching for something. He didn't have a chance to make a move before the same hand plunged a needle into the back of his neck and cool liquid washed into his system. His body spasmed, and a gasp wrenched it's way down his throat. His eyes opened halfway, but both his sight and mind were already lost to him, the darkness giving way to an even murkier oblivion.

Raphael walked into the living room, twirling his sai in his hands. "Donnie! Hel-looo! Brainiac, where'd ya run off too?!" He had already checked his younger brother's room only to find it empty, and a quick glance at the lab had revealed that no one was in there either. It was almost 3 am, or what would have been about 3 in the afternoon for the other occupants of New York City, and that meant that Mikey was going to start dinner soon. They needed to get started on the bike if they wanted to get anything done before dinner and movie night.

He poked his head into the dojo. "Leo, you seen Don? He shoulda come up to the warehouse by now!"

Leo flinched, pulled from his meditation by the shout. "Nope, haven't seen him. Have you checked the lab?"

"No, I ain't checked the lab, I'm too dumb to think of that. No dip, Sherlock, of course I checked the lab. He ain't in his room, either."

Leo stretched his back, then pulled himself out of his lotus position. "Easy, hothead, just wondering. Did you call his shell-cell?" His brother's mouth opened in a silent "Oh", and it was all Leo could do to keep from smirking as Raph tucked a sai into his belt before pulling his cell out.

"Come on, Donnie, pick up." He twirled the other sai frenetically as he waited, only for the call to go straight to voicemail. He dialed the same number again, and walked into to the kitchen, Leo following behind. Mike had just put a tray in the oven and was pulling off his oven mitts.

"Right to voicemail again," Raph scoffed. "Mikey, you got a clue where Don went? He was supposed to help me out with the shell-cycle, but I can't find him, and he's not answering his phone."

"Nope. I haven't seen him since... Wait, I thought he said he was going to Central Park for a walk or something!"

"He went to Central Park alone?" Leo asked.

"Well, since you're both standing here instead of in Central Park, and sensei's meditating... Yeah, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say he went alone."

Leo's eyebrows narrowed. "I told him no more solo trips! There are too many enemies out there right now for us to be wandering around the city without a partner. Why didn't you stop him!?"

Mikey took a step back and held his hands up. "Hey, don't blame it on me, he said he was gonna ask one of you guys to go with him!"

"He's not answering his phone, Mikey, he could be dead for all we know!" Raph shouted.

"Raph, let it go, it's not his fault, it's Don's." Leo said, trying to quell his brother's anger while managing his own frustration. Leo sighed, rubbing one hand down his face. "For now, all we can do is try to find him. Let's go," he said as he turned around and headed for the door.

Mikey reached for the dial on the oven and turned it off before grabbing his nunchuks off the counter. He ran to catch up with his brothers, praying that it was just the shell-cell that was dead.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Be sure to tell me what you think, I greatly appreciate reviews!