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Memories.
I wake up and stretch. I lay in a bed for a while, thoughts running through my head about the past few days. I still can't remember anything, and with each day it frustrates me more. I decide to get up and have some breakfast. I carefully make my way down the crude stairs and hear Donatello working in his lab. I see no sign of Michelangelo, he's probably still in the bed as the laziest and youngest turtle, well, youngest apart from me. Leonardo is nowhere to be seen either, but he is probably out training on the rooftops whilst it's still early.
"Mornin' pipsqueak." Raphael says as I limp into the kitchen of the turtle's strange lair.
"Morning Raphael." I grin shyly at the nickname the boys have come up for me in absence of my real name.
"Ya can call me Raph yanno." He says then drinks the last of his mug of tea.
"Okay."
"How's the ankle?" He asks pushing his chair back from the table.
"Still sore," I carefully walk over to the table, "but Donatello said walking would help a sprain."
Donatello seemed to act the doctor around the lair, being as smart as he was, even though he insisted he was only an engineer.
"Yeah, brainiac's prob'ly right."
Leonardo walks into the room, heading straight to make a cup of tea.
"Hey, feeling any better?" he smiles at me.
"Yeah thanks." I smile back.
"Started to remember anything?" Donatello comes into the kitchen and waits for Leo to finish using the kettle so he can make a cup of coffee.
"Not yet. I can't believe I only remember Stockman…" I say glumly.
"Maybe goin' back ta the lab we found ya in would jog yer memory?" Raphael gets up from his chair and gestures I can have it. I gladly take it, carefully sitting down and resting my ankle.
"Or bring back repressed memories that would be better off staying where they are?" Donatello shrugs.
"Besides, if we get ambushed or anything, you can't exactly help us out on the fighting front, you might even get hurt, and we don't want that." Leo cups his hands around his cup of tea and looks at me.
"But I can't even remember my name, how ridiculous!" I cry out and sigh.
The three brothers look around at each other.
"It's frustrating for you, isn't it?" Leonardo says sympathetically, and sits next to me.
"Yeah…" I sigh. 'How stupid have you gotta be to forget your own name? I don't wanna be called pipsqueak forever.'
"Maybe a few of us could go back for you? Try to find something that might remind you without bringing back horrific memories back at the same time?"
"That'd be great Donatello." I grin.
He smiles shyly, "Okay, but you can call me Don."
"Okay." I grin at him again, finding it funny I managed to make him go shy.
"Well," Leonardo puts his cup of tea down, "I guess you're busy though Don? I'll go down there to try and find something." He gets up.
"Well, I ain't busy Leo." Raphael grins at his brother who seems reluctant to let Raphael tag along. Leonardo sighs.
"Raph, don't let your temper get the best of you, okay? We don't need that, this is a stealth mission, not a 'let's see how many guys heads we can bust open' mission." He looks sternly at his grinning brother. "We'll be back when we can." Leonardo says, then he and Raphael exit the kitchen. Donatello shakes his head, grinning to himself slightly.