A/N: Okay, although this story is based off of the song 'Never Too Late' by Three Days Grace, this chapter is inspired by 'Snow White Queen' by Evanescence. Listen to the song and read the lyrics when you get the chance. It describes perfectly how Don's thinking feeling, as well as his kidnapper's way of thinking.

I say either listen to it while you read or listen to it and then read. Set the mood for this chapter.

Anywayz *clears throat* here's chapter 3 everyone : 3

Blah blah blah: Dream sequence or flashback

(just if you don't understand what's going on)

Fractured

Safe

"Stupid Leo and his stupid, goodie-goodie-ness," Donatello grumbled as he walked through a beaten path of forgotten treasures and foul, garbage smelling soil. His mocha colored eyes scanned over the different sized mounds of trash that towered and surrounded him, shades of grey, brown, and black invaded his vision as he looked for anything that could be used for the lair or- more specifically- the Battle-Shell.

One of his hands tightened around the dark brown straps of his messenger bag as his thoughts continued to drift back to Leonardo and the argument that they had had before the genius left the lair and went topside. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to calm down the anger that was quickly beginning to rise up in his chest, his stomach beginning to simmer and boil with the discomfort that came along with an unrequited.

"Who does he think he is?" The genius turtle hissed to himself in a harsh whisper, moving through the junkyard at a slow pace, "Telling me what to do like I'm some sort of clumsy, foolish child. How dare he try to use his standing as leader to get me to do something his way? I told him never to do that when it came to us. ...Ugh! Was he even listening to me when I said that to him?" He growled under his breath, slowing down to a gradual halt when he spotted some potentially valuable finds in a nearby pile of scrap metal and broken gadgetry.

The scientific, curious, and techno geekish part of him grinned like mad on the inside as he unconsciously made his way over to the possible find. On the outside, however, he wore an expression of irritation and restlessness, "I mean... I know he's only worried about me but it's not like I'm defenseless. I know that The Foot are on the move and I know that the Purple Dragons are starting gang initiations this month but come on. I can take on thirty of them easy... and if I ever ran into something I couldn't handle, he knows I would call him first thing; I always do... so... so why..."

Don paused, crouching down in order to sift and sort through the pile of junkyard marvels before him, searching to see which parts or pieces were still salvageable. He sighed, his chin resting absently against his knees as his fingers brushed a coil of torn, damaged wires and dented metal, "... Why is he so overprotective all of the sudden?"

Just as Don got a hold to a circular shaped object- a gear, maybe?- buried deep within the mechanical mixture, an unintelligible noise sounded off relatively close to his current position. His form tensed, his movements ceasing and his breath paused so that be could stretch his hearing a bit more. Had the sound simply been an aluminum can falling to the ground... or maybe it was a fellow scavenger- a rat or a bird perhaps?- that was simply looking through the mounds of trash for food or abandoned resources? Or maybe-

Don released a quick burst of air before holding it again when the sound repeated itself, only this time, it sounded closer and more distinct- a hesitant, shifty footstep. It wasn't a consistent sound if the location of its resonance had changed... and there was no way it was city bird or a rodent that was making the noise. It sounded too... heavy... like something or someone the size of a man would make it. The brainy turtle swallowed; how could he have allowed someone to get this close to him without him being the wiser? Ugh... he really hoped that it was Leo coming to resolve their argument; he wasn't in the mood for a fight right now.

When two footsteps resounded again, this time at only a short ten to fifteen feet away from his position, he sprung into action. The genius turtle, fluidly stood to his feet and whipped around, one of his hands reaching back to grasp his bo, swiftly pulling it free and quickly taking up a stance with it. His usually doe, innocent eyes narrowed and darkened with the need for self-preservation. His shoulders and arms were flexed, ready to start any series of katas that was deemed necessary to the moment, depending on how his pursuer came at him. His eyes scanned the area, looking for a figure among the obscured setting.

"Who's there?" Donatello called out confidently, his face deepening into a scowl, "Show yourself! If you have the guts to spy on me, you should have to guts to reveal yourself too!"

A full minute passed where there was complete and utter silence. Just as Don was about to drop his stance, his form tensed up even more when he caught a movement to his right, watching as someone slowly, hesitantly stepped out from behind a tower of trashy debris. A set of familiar looking green eyes stared back at him from the short, gazing back at him with recognition and... something else Don couldn't put his hand on.

Don's tightened face, after a second or two of seeing the face of his pursuer, dropped into a look of recognition, his frown of concentration lifted into a friendly smile. A sighed of relief breathed passed his lips, his defensive stance slowly fell as the tension gradually rolled off and down his shoulders. He replaced his bo, shaking his head at the other individual that had just made their presence known.

"Thank Kami; it's just you. You scared me there for a moment..."

"... Please don't scream anymore, my love. All I want is you..."

"Don!" Leo yelled with worried surprise when Don's mocha brown eyes snapped out after being closed for nearly an entire day. The genius turtle's body lunged up and forward from upon the lab's cot, his lung took in a deep yet quick inhalation of air- as if he had been holding his breath for years- before he released it in the form a tragic, broken, soul-shattering scream.

Leo jumped out of the chair beside the cot and to his feet, reaching for his beloved brother, "Donnie! Don, what's wrong? Wha-?"

Don's widened eyes snapped in Leo direction, his form abruptly curled back and away from his touch, as if the leader's hands were the most deadliest weapons known to man, "No! N-no! Please! J-just let me go! Let me go home!"

Leo's already devastated expression seemed to crumble and shatter just a little bit more at hearing his brother's cries and pleas for mercy from a monster that wasn't currently present. Although his brother was conscious- albeit abruptly- he wasn't fully there with him... not just yet, anyway. The genius' unfocused pools of chocolate said as much. Leo swallowed thickly, putting on a brave face before he attempted to reach out for his brother again, "Donnie, please-"

The genius released a cross between a breath and a yelp while evading and crawling away from Leo's outreached hands until his shell hit the wall, putting himself in the farthest corner away from the turtle leader. The dark purple sheeting beneath him wrinkled and shifted with the motion of his retreating figure, "No! Stay away!"

Leo's lips tightened into a straight line, his eyes beginning to sting with tears again as he watched his brother, his lover, visibly shrink into the small corner he had placed himself in, as if he were trying to make his disappear. Leo swallowed thickly, his knees digging into the mattress as he crawled towards the trembling, terrified mass before him, "Don... Donnie please..."

Don shook his head, shutting his eyes tightly as his body curled in further on himself, "Don't do this again! Please! I'm begging you-"

"Otouto..." Leo whispered, his hands reaching forward and gingerly, gently, cupped the sides of Donatello's jaws, his thumbs brushing over the distraught genius' cheeks as a comforting gesture. The leader tilted his brother's face up towards him, the other's eyes opened up again at the considerate touches, "Saiai no otouto... anata wa anzendesu..."

It took several moments of retained eye contact between the two before a small spark of recognition could be seen in Don's big brown eyes. The became focus, the light of understanding now reflected them as they looked back into Leo's stormy grey ones for the first time in two weeks. It almost felt like an eternity between seconds before Don's lips parted, his expression molding into an expression of hesitant hopefulness, "...L-leo?"

Leo released a quiet cry of relief, "Yes. Yes, it's me."

"... It's... it's really you?" Don's voice sounded hoarse and dry, his eyes shining as liquid began to build up behind the brim of them, "I'm not... dreaming, am I?"

"No," Leo said, shaking his head as Don's hands shakily reached up to grip his brother's apple green wrist, "You're not dreaming; you're home... you're safe."

It was at those words that the dam seemed to break completely for the genius, his facade- whatever was left of it- broke down completely as fat, unhindered tears came rolling down his cheeks without any indication of a pause. His eyes closed, his lower lip trembled slightly as he leaned further in the leader's touch, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together. Leo's thumbs brushed away the salty liquid from his lover's greenish brown cheeks before he pulling away slightly to press a tender kiss to the other's forehead.

"You're safe..."

Translation for what Leo said: Little brother… beloved little brother… you're safe (now)

A/N: Poor Donnie ;o;...