Captured
Chapter 2: Surgery

A/N: This is going to be somewhat of a short story. Maybe.

Disclaimer: I don't own or know the TMNT.

The turtle was holding his hand as the purple clad one looked him over and took notes. The purple clad one touched him ever so often and so did the crocodile, however, the crocodile worked more on a computer than pay attention to him. His gripped tightened and then released on the turtle's hand as a needle went into his arm. The turtle started rubbing his arm soothingly and he started to doze off.

"You be with me?" he forced out tiredly.

The turtle kissed his head. "Yeah."

He was laid back by two sets of hands and his eye lids fell closed. A mask was placed on his face but his body was numb and sleep was comforting. As pure blackness engulfed him, he felt the faint presser of a knife on his skin.

Dreams didn't come. Instead, he found himself on a strange plain, gray mist hiding anything before him. He looked at his skin to see the designs still there but they felt different somehow. They didn't feel like a burden anymore, they felt like apart of him. He looked around and noticed that the mist was residing slowly. He felt two separate presents, one he really didn't like and one that he recognized. "R-Raph?"

"Leo." He spun around and saw the turtle. He ran over to the turtle and clung to the green body. "Leo? What's wrong?"

"He's here. He's going to take me away again."

He could feel the turtle become rigid. "He won't be able to hurt you."

As the turtle had talked, a second presence entered the area and this one was similar to the turtle and to the other. Looking up, he whispered, "The rat's here."

"Master Splinter? Master Splinter, we're over here," the turtle called.

The rat appeared, a gentle smile on his face but he still hid behind the turtle. "It is good to see Leonardo has taken a fond of someone."

"Yeah," the turtle chuckled. His demeanor, however, became serious almost instantly. "Master Splinter, that monk that took Leo away is here."

The rat's ears started twitching. "Keep an eye on your brother. Make sure he wakes up from his surgery."

The turtle nodded and wrapped an arm around him tightly as the rat disappeared into the mist. The rat's presence disappeared as the monk's grew. He started to shake as the presence made it harder and harder to breathe. "Raph."

"I know bro." The turtle kissed him before pulling both Sai from his belt. The turtle stood before him and he clung to the turtle's shell. The presence grew on his back and his eyes widened, he spun around and a hand gripped his throat. He choked and the turtle spun around, Sais flashing.

The grip tightened on his throat and he started to see spots. "Let...me...go," he choked. The monk laughed. "Not a chance. If I can't have you, then your precious family can't either."

"What do you mean?" he said, the grip around his throat loosening a bit, allowing him to breathe.

"You fought to protect them, the night I took you away," the monk said, eyes glistening. "Your precious mate was the key."

His eyes widened as the monk's amusement grew in the story telling. The turtle launched an attach only to be avoided. "Mangy beast."

A blade came out of nowhere and connected with the turtle's shoulder. The turtle cried out and collapsed, blood flowing from the wound. Fear engulfed him and he called out. "Raphael!"

Anger took place of the fear and he unsheathed the twin katana that appeared on his shell out of nowhere. He tried to slice the monk's hand off but the monk dodged. Fury in every swipe, the monk had a hard time dodging and was hit many times. Seeing an opening, he ran the monk through. The monk's eyes widened as he grunted and fell to his knees. He was panting above the wounded man with a look that could probably kill.

"Don't you ever harm my family, Mei'trae," he hissed. "I will kill you."

He turned on his heels, leaving a bewildered monk behind him. He hurried over to the turtle and scooped him up. "Raph."

"Hey, bro," the turtle smiled. "Nice fight."

He chuckled. "It's been a long time but I finally remembered."

"I'm glad." The turtle's gaze shifted to the haze.

"You're going to be alright, right Raph?" he asked, tears coming to his eyes and spilling over. "They're just wounds here."

The turtle laughed. "I hope so. I don't want to die just after I got you back."

He smiled, chuckling as he leaned into the turtle's touch. "Head back, I'll be fine on my own. Wake me up later?"

"After Donnie's through with ya."

He smiled as the turtle disappeared. He stood and stretched but pain shot through his chest. He looked down to see the point of a sword coming out of his middle and he couched, a metallic taste coming to his mouth.

"If I die, I'm taking you with me," the monk hissed, blood splattering on his cheek as the monk spoke. "Your mate'll never be able to wake you."

He grunted as the blade was removed. His body shook as he sank to a knee and the monk laughed. "You pathetic creature. I should have disposed of you when I had the chance."

"I won't die because of you," came the gurgled reply.

Again the monk laughed and a foot landed hard on his new wound, causing white hot pain to sear through his body. He screamed and kept himself from falling all the way over. Breathing hard, he looked at the monk. His vision was blurring but he could see the monk and the blood coming from the monk's wound. His energy was seeping out of him with his blood and the monk stood there, laughing. Suddenly, a gurgling sound replaced the laughter and he tried to clear his vision enough to see what had happened. Hands small and soft wrapped around his and he looked at the blurry face. "Leonardo, these wounds are not real. Heal them, my son. You must wake up."

He nodded, feeling sick. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and felt the wound healing. The sick feeling got worse and he nearly lost it if the rat hadn't been touching his hand, urging him on. When he opened his eyes, however, he was lying in a bed. The turtle, with his red bandanna now on, was standing above him, tears streaming down the turtle's face. He shifted and looked to his other side to see the rat holding his hand, tears also in those worn eyes.

"I do OK?" he forced out, something keeping him from thinking clearly.

The turtle smiled, keeping a laugh down, and kissed his forehead. "Ya did great, bro."

He smiled as the rat squeezed his hand. Using his free hand, he caressed the turtle's cheek and pulled the turtle into a passionate kiss. The rat released his other hand and he bought it us to wrap both arms around the turtle. He pulled the turtle onto the bed there they kissed and cuddled. Soon the kissing stopped and he had his shell against the turtle's chest. The turtle wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled the back of his neck. He pulled the blanket around him and the turtle and relaxed in the warmth. Soon he and the turtle were asleep but not for long. He was soon laying awake, fear holding him tight. The thought of the monk some how living was enough to keep him awake. The turtle shifted behind him several times, causing him to start, but most of the time he just laid there, starring into space. No one entered the room for the longest time. When someone did, however, he was bathed in a blinding light and someone mumbled a sorry.

"How did you sleep?" the intruder asked.

"I didn't."

He could barely see the creature's reaction but knew what it had been. "Why not? Can't sleep?"

He started to shake his head, thought against it, and whispered, "No. I was afraid that the monk might have survived."

He could feel the turtle react quickly. "Master Splinter made sure that the monk wouldn't harm you, Leo. He even locked the monk in the astral plain."

He fell silent and the turtle touched his arm. "Leo, you're home, you're safe. There's nothing to worry about."

"What about the marks?"

He knew the turtle winced. The turtle sighed and stated, "The marks on your body are now apart of you. All the monk did was make them visible. If I try and remove the marks, there is a high chance that you could die. You remember the Tribunal and the medallions that we received?"

"No."

"Well, what happened was that the four of us were so called kidnapped along with 4 humans. We were called acolytes for the time we were there and we trained for the longest time. Our medallions projected some sort of design depending on who we were and our personality. It was sort of a beta test for the real deal; what you have on you now."

"I still don't understand." The turtle sighed. "Sorry."

"No," the turtle said, a gentle laugh on his voice, "it's ok. I didn't expect you to. What the designs are, on your skin, are a protection, like a shield. It's a sort of thank you gift from the Tribunal. The design you have, however, isn't the same one portrayed by the medallion we had worn so I'm curious if ours had changed as well."

The turtle behind him shifted. "Ya know ya can turn on a light, Donnie."

The turtle sitting beside the bed chuckled. "Did we wake you, Raphie?"

"No," the turtle behind him snapped. "Now turn on the damn light and check Leo over."

The light clicked on and he blinked the spots back. The purple clad sat down again as the red clad stood. He looked after the red clad as the turtle stood and stretched. As the turtle aimed for the door, he finally said something. "Where're you going?"

"I going to go get some food," the turtle said, looking at him. "Donnie won't hurt ya. Promise."

"OK."

The door closed and he looked uneasily at the purple clad. Soft brown eyes were met and instantly he was calmed. He finally looked at his body and noticed how much he was covered.

"You struggled partway through the surgery," the turtle said, drawing his attention. "It startled both Leatherhead and I when you did. We were not expecting movement."

"What did you remove?" he asked, curious on what had happened.

"I removed the top most layer of the design, mainly because that's what held the material that the monk used to control you, to say," the turtle stated. I also removed the mark on the back of your neck. That one was not a normal symbol."

The door opened and he looked at the red clad turtle. "Hey Donnie. Master Splinter wants Leo to come and eat."

The purple clad turtle nodded and the red turtle left. The purple clad turtle stood and held a hand out towards him. "Come on, Leo. We better not keep the others waiting."

He couldn't help but return the small smile that the turtle wore, whether it was fake or not. He took the hand and stood uneasy, muscles screaming in protest. The turtle gripped his arm tightly and supported him as best as the olive turtle could. Shaking, he took a few steps and watched as the bandage on his skin started to turn red.

"Knew that would happen," the turtle mumbled as the door opened. "Mikey, grab Leo's other arm and help me take him downstairs."

The orange clad turtle nodded and hurried over. When the three of them were in the hallway, he saw the red clad turtle hurrying towards them. "How can I help?"

"Go get new bandages," the purple clad said. "I want to change the bandages as soon as possible."

"Where we heading Donnie?" the orange clad turtle asked.

"The couch. He has a pretty good view of the Lair from there."

He did what he could to help the pair out but when they got to the stairs and the bandages were now a deep red in some areas, the purple clad turtle snapped at him to stop moving and let them take care of everything. Feeling frustrated and a burden, he went limp, to say, and allowed the pair to take him to the couch.

Donnie took the bandages from the red clad turtle when the turtle appeared. "Thanks, Raph. Help me patch him back up."

He couldn't help but wince as the pair of turtles gingerly pealed the bandages from the still healing wounds. He closed his eyes tight to keep his stomach down and kept from wincing from the pain. He cried out, short and small, but the red clad turtle heard and instantly stopped and gripped his hand.

"Donnie, ya finish up. Leo, if it hurts, squeeze my hand, K?"

He nodded and gripped the green hand tightly. The red clad turtle sat down next to him on the couch and started to whisper different things to try and calm him down. As the red clad turtle started whispering about the past, his mind started to wander, grip loosening.

The turtle's hot breath was playing on his neck, shuddered running through his body. When the red clad turtle noticed, the turtle started muttering how much he was loved and wanted. He closed his eyes and leaned against the turtle, a smile on his face. When someone tapped on his arm, the purple clad turtle was done.

"Leonardo, are you hungry?"

He tried to focus but sleep was still heavy in his system since it took over while the purple clad turtle had worked. "Kinda," he said groggily.

"Donatello said that the least movement the better." The rat sat on his other side. "So Michelangello is getting the dinner and Donatello is retrieving a movie."

"Aw, come on, Sensei. Donnie picks the same movie every time."

He looked up at the red clad turtle. "What's that?"

"Got it!" the purple clad turtle announced as he walked over to the movie player.

"Frankenstein," the red clad turtle growled.

"Whatcha get, Donnie?"

"The Last Samarai," the purple clad turtle smiled.

"Hey, isn't that Leo's fav? What happened to Frankenstein?" the red clad turtle snapped.

"It is Leo's favorite. I thought it would be nice to watch it with him since he hasn't picked yet."

The sweetest smile was on the purple clad turtle's face. He smiled and took the offered plate from the orange clad turtle. Hands screaming in protest, he started to eat the chicken alfrado with angel hair pasta.

A/N: What do ya think? Good? I think I have one more chapter left, maybe two. Mei'trae is said like might row.