A TMNT 2003 series Fanfic

Genre: angst, violence, romance

Rating: M

Warnings: tcest, cussing, blood & death later on

Pairings: SAINW!Raph/Don, (hint of SAINW!Raph/SAINW!Don), (hint of Raph/Don), (hint of SAINW!Leo/SAINW!Mikey), (hint of Leo/Mikey)

Summary: A what-if concept if Don was traveled to the future that he was in in the episode Same As It Never Was, but under different circumstances. Don has to help his future brothers stop the ruler Shredder while his brothers from his time try to figure out how to get their Don back.

Broken Ends

Ch. 3

The brawl at the abandoned building had been unsettling. The fight with the gang had not been the problem, nor the spar with the mysterious man. What was bothering the trio was that Donatello was missing. By the time the fog cleared, the gang members were unconscious and their brother along with the mysterious man had disappeared. All night they had searched every nook and corner within a fifteen mile radius. There had been no sign of their purple-banded brother or the shrouded man.

The sun traveling up made the search cut short and they now reside in their underground home while planning. All the brothers worried and stayed up in hopes of the genius turtle returning. However, by mid-afternoon, it seemed that exhaustion was about to take over. Master Splinter had to order his sons to rest while he stayed in wait for the second youngest turtle. The needed sleep helped but fear still griped them as they worried about the unknown.

At the moment, all did various activities to help them until it was deemed safe to once more go explore the streets. Fists brutally beat the punching bag as the hot-headed brother worked out his frustrations. A skateboard rode from side to side on the half-tube as the youngest let the rush of the wind and adrenaline take over his body instead of letting the worries of the mind do so. Their father and eldest brother looked over maps for searching ideas.

After a few more punches, a growl erupted before heated footsteps followed towards the table Leonardo stood at.

"When are we goin' out?" Raph demanded while slamming his hands on the table. Leo met a fuming expression.

"When we have an idea of where to go and when it's dark out. It is about night but we need to figure out where it's best to look."

Golden eyes burned brightly in agitation. He wanted to search for their brother who had been missing for almost for twenty-four hours. Waiting was scrapping away at his already short patience.

"Well I ain't waitin'. I'm goin' out."

Hands pushed off the table before he walked towards the exit. He did not get far before he heard Leo's voice.

"Raph! You can't just go out by yourself.! We can't risk anyone else disappearing."

"I can leave and I will!"

"Raphael!..."

It did nothing to stop the emerald green turtle from walking out the lair exit. Before Leonardo could follow in pursuit, a furred hand came to rest on his shoulder. He turned to face his father before the hand was removed.

"Let him go Leonardo. He needs to attempt at finding answers. Being cooped up here will do nothing for him."

"But Sensei! What if he disappears like Don did?"

With a small shake of the head, he answered, "He won't." Leo tensed and Splinter easily read confusion by this answer as well as concern in his eyes. "If all of you were meant to disappear, than you all would have the previous night. Donatello was chosen for a specific purpose. We are just unsure of what."

The whole situation made the eldest son uneasy but he said no more. All were on edge about the situation. Leo just wishes that Raph had not run off. That's how he is and it's sometimes just best to let him go. This had proven to be one of those times.

Scraping was heard as Raph removed a sewer cap and entered the surface far from the lair. Anger boiled in his blood as he made his way to the rooftops. Leo truly knew how to piss off the red-banded turtle at the worst possible times. He understood where his brother was coming from, though would never admit to it, but he couldn't just sit around and wait until Leo decided he was ready to search. He wasn't up for that.

So caught up in his thoughts, he had not known where he was going but knew where he ended up. It was a small sized junkyard when compared to most in New York. Despite the size, it was still Don's favorite. He never understood why since there was never as much stuff. The genius brother explained that it wasn't as overwhelming to search through as some of the other ones and that he somehow found the most interesting trinkets at this yard. Raph wasn't really sure if he believed that alternative but it did always made Donnie smile.

"Well well. Away from your brothers I see." A familiar voice echoed.

Turning his head, the turtle saw the cloaked man jumped from a pile of junk to stand before the mutant. Anger flowed rapidly through Raphael. Sais were drawn as fingers clenched the handles.

"Where's Donnie?" he growled as his eyes lit up from his current rage.

"That is something you do not need to know," the man replied matter-of-fact like; seemingly unfazed by the resentment that was clear in the turtle's voice.

"Bull shit!"

Raphael held back long enough but no more as he now rushed towards his enemy. If the man's face could be seen, a smirk would be present as effortlessly angled his body to dodge both points of the sharp weapons. He jumped back for some space. Black smoke formed along one hand to form a scythe with thin designs that looked like vines wrapping all around the handle. The pointed tip was not large but looked deadly. It looked as if symbols were inscribed in the metal but the mutant did not know what any of it meant. It might be another language perhaps?...

"What are ya'? The grim reaper?" Raph joked, though his true emotions seeped through the statement.

The long bo was twirled in gloved fingers as he responded, "No, but I very much could be tonight. Careful, or this might be your last night Raphael."

"Tha's it!" Once more Raph ran towards his enemy. The fight truly began as the man once again dodged both sais.

Arms raised and struck down at the turtle. The thin blade was caught in both of Raphael's weapons in a block. While blocking the attack, the emerald green turtle abled himself to jump and kick the man in the stomach. This sent him back a few feet but he caught himself. The scythe had flown away from them both. It started to dissipate into black smoke before quickly reforming once more in the owner's hands. The hothead instantly knew after seeing this that this battle was not going to be an easy one.

This time, the mysterious enemy came forth. Using another one of his abilities, he now looked as if he floated above the ground, even if barely. This was not going to scar the turtle as he readied his sais for the next blow. What followed was a series of metal clashing against metal as well as dodged movements and deflected blows. Though Raphael was skilled and strong, this man seemed to always be one step above him. When contact was made, rips were made in the dark cloth and cuts in the thick green skin. Nothing too serious but Raph knew this truly would be tougher than he wanted to admit.

"Enough of this game," the man declared after several minutes ticked away during this spar. Raph was not sure what he fully meant but he knew he had to get answers. This battle, to him, was far from over as long as he was kept in the dark on his brother's whereabouts.

The cloaked figure suddenly disappeared in a pinch of black smoke. Yellow eyes scanned fiercely; trying to at least catch a glimpse of his opponent's location. Not much time was given before a shot of pain ran through the emerald turtle. All was felt was piercing heat along with a strong sting as skin tore and blood splattered on the ground. When calming down enough from the pain to examine what happened, he saw the blade of the scythe go right through his shoulder; expertly avoiding his shell for a deeper insertion. Raphael fell to his knees.

One hand on the scythe still, the other rested on the mutant's other shoulder before be lower his head to whisper in the turtle's ear slit. "I told you this could be your last night. I could very well kill you now and you would even be able to put up a fight."

"Then why don'cha?" Raph growled out.

"Because if you die then there would be no point in sending Donatello away." Golden eyes glared at the ground but he refused to look back at his captor.

"If you want your brother back, then you must complete my challenge for you."

This time, Raph looked back. Despite him being so close to the hooded man, he could still not see a face underneath but only darkness. "What do ya mean?"

"You and your brothers all have challenges you must complete in order for your brother to return."

"Why ya doin' this?!"

"I have my reasons. Whether you realize what they are in the end or not is not of importance but only that you complete them."

This all sounded like bullshit to the hothead, but it was becoming difficult to stay conscious or even think of anything as he continued to lose blood.

"What do I gotta do?"

"You will know when the time comes."

Before more could be asked, the scythe was pulled out and it caused pain to shot through his body at insane speeds. He wanted to pull himself to his knees but he only felt himself fall to lie on his stomach.

"Raph!" was barely heard by the eldest turtle as he sprinted towards where his brother lay. The cloaked man disappeared as Leo and Mikey entered the junkyard. There were so many burning questions, but concerns were far above on the list of worries as the oldest and youngest brothers worked to lift up and unconscious Raph and get him back to the lair as quickly as possible.

*I finally updated this. About time! Sorry I took so long. So now more is out about how to get Don back, but what must he do, and why? So many questions. We'll just have to wait and see what happens next. Thanks for reading!