Authors note: I didn't state it in the previous chapter, but in this story, it's been years since FF and BTTS, nine to be exact. The guys ages range from Leo and Raph being 27, Donnie being 26 and Mikey being 25, and many things have changed since the series final. Keep reading to find out! And thanks for the reviews! I actually am really insecure about my writing, so your reviews seriously mean a lot to me.

**Disclaimer: I still don't own the turtles, which breaks my heart.**


Chapter 2. Bad feelings And Memories

Michelangelo's POV:

2 months ago...

Have you ever woken up with the feeling that something was going to happen? Something that will change your life forever? Something bad? I have, and let me tell you, it isn't good. It royally sucks! Last time I had that feeling was about three and a half years ago, when Bishop discovered our lair.


It was around 2 am when I woke up and I felt like I was being suffocated, the bad feeling was so intense. I knew that I wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon, so I left mine and my mates room. At this point, we had been together in our mating pack for 4 years so we slept together in one bed - the two largest beds we had having been combined into one. I felt a little bad at not letting them know that something was wrong, but at the same time, I wasn`t so sure myself, so I figured I`d keep it to myself.

I went out into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk and stuck it into the microwave to warm. When it was finished I took it out and turned, only to see Leo, Raph and Donnie all sitting at the dinning table staring at me in love and concern. It was obvious that they knew something was bothering me. I had been quieter during the day, thinking about Sensei actually. It had been exactly one year since Sensei`s unexplained death, something that we were still trying to figure out. I was wondering what he would've had to say about this bad feeling that's been plaguing me all day, what advice he would give me.

"What`s going on Mikey? You've been really quiet today and we can tell something's bothering you." Leo, ever the seer he is.

"Nothing's going on guys. I-" I started to say before being cut off.

"Tha's a load of crap Mike. Yer never this quiet, 'less somethin's wrong. Wha's botherin you, bro?" Raph argued.

"Please bro? We're your brothers, and your mates. Please tell us what's wrong. Did we do something wrong?" Donnie said, looking rueful.

"What?! No! No, it wasn't you guys, you did nothing wrong." Mikey replied looking remorseful for them assuming such a thing.

"Then what is it bro?" Leo said. I leaned against the counter and took a swig of my drink before replying.

"It's just... Well, it's..."

"Spit it out, knucklehead!"

"Do you ever get the feeling that something bad is about to happen?" Mikey replied, "A feeling so bad, that you can practically feel it weighing down on you? I've had it all day, and it's been getting worse."

Raph and Don both shook their heads, but it was Leo that replied, "Yes, in fact, I had that feeling right before Sensei..." He trailed off with a look of sadness. We all just sat there in silence for a while, each with their thoughts on their late father and master, until Mikey broke the silence.

"If you have had this feeling before too, do you think we should be worried, Leo?" Everyone turned to stare at Leo, as he pondered this question.

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out soon enough." He said. All of a sudden the security alarms started going off. Donnie immediately ran off to the lab and we all tore off after him. Donnie checked the system and told us that there were groups of Bishop's men coming at the lair from every access point. We all ran to where we stored our emergency bags - we had them prepared after Karai and the Foot found our lair last time, we didn't want to have to scramble to find all the mandatory items (e.g. food, water etc.) we'd need like last time. We grabbed them and went back into the main room, with the bag's on our backs and our weapons at the ready in our hands.

We'd just grouped up in the main room when the front door was blown off it's hinges and Bishop's soldiers started swarming in. We immediately started fighting them, but they were getting hits in on us too: Raph had lazer burns on his arms, Donnie was shot in the knee and was now hobbling around while fighting, and Leo was starting to take hits too. I couldn't really focus on them too much cause I was hit with a tranquillizer. Things were starting to get foggy, but I was still fighting. I had just taken down a trooper and turned around and was struck right in the face by a soldier's gun and dropped immediately. The last thing I remember before loosing consciousness was Raph tackling the soldier and Donnie screaming my name.

When I had woken up, we were in the Battle Shell arriving at Casey's Grandma's Farmhouse. Aparently we had been forced to retreat, and Leo had driven us out of the city, while Raph used the weapon's systems to get rid of any of Bishop's men following us, and Donnie had tended to me. I had a cut just above my left eye ridge, and had a concussion from the blow. It had taken me longer to wake up then it should have, and Donnie assured us that it was because of the tranquillizer.

We stayed at the farmhouse for months. We had to heal from our injuries, and we also had to deal with the fact that Bishop was scouring the city in search for us. April and Casey had been called while we were on our way up, and they left for our location the following morning with food and supplies. They would return to the city every week after we had healed, to see if Bishop was still looking for us. We didn't end up going back to the city and stayed at the farmhouse for six months. When we went back, we went back into the sewers and started to search for a new home. We searched for three days before we found a suitable home: another Ilintian ruin, like our second home, except this one was slightly bigger than the last one.


I shuddered at the memory. My bad feeling last time had saved us in a way. We were up and ready for it this time, but it still wasn't a fond memory for me. That was the last home we lived in with Sensei, so I found it harder to adjust to this home.

Now I was having this bad feeling again. I haven't told my bros yet - I've had this feeling now for three days and it's been getting stronger. Today has been the worst so far.

I only hope that me not telling them doesn't cost me everything.