Author's Note: Sorry that this is late. I've been helping my little bro get ready to graduate public school and I've also been sick too, so I just haven't had time to write as much as I would've liked too. This isn't as long as I would have liked it to be, but I suck at fighting scenes. Sorry if it doesn't meet up to standard, I will try to write again soon. For now, thanks for the reading and the reviews. They mean a lot to me. Enjoy!

**Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles, or Pacific Rim for reals. It sux dude!**

Chapter 3. Really?

Michelangelo's POV:

"Hey bros, I'm going to go get the pizza now. Who's turn is it to pick this time?" I asked as Raph looked at me from the couch, and Leo from the recliner. Donnie walked over from the lab and sat down beside Raph. We were gonna have a movie marathon tonight - April and Casey had left to go on vacation to Italy with their five year old daughter, Shadow the night before - and every movie marathon needed pizza. The first movie we were gonna watch was Pacific Rim - Raph's choice.

"I think it's Leo's pick tonight. So, what'll it be tonight, bro? The usual?" Donnie replied. We all had different likes on what we liked on pizza. Donnie liked Hawaiian pizza, Raph loved Meat-Lovers, I liked any kind of pizza, and Leo liked Pepperoni. We used to fight about what kind of pizza we'd order when we were younger, but Master Splinter had suggested that we make a schedule for each time we got pizza: Leo would pick the first, then the next pizza, Raph would pick, then Donnie, then me, and we repeat the cycle, and we've stuck with it ever since.

"Yeah, a pepperoni pizza tonight please, Mikey." Leo said. Raph just rolled his eyes and turned back to the tv.

"Okay, I be back soon. Don't start the movie without me." I said, then dashed out of the lair. I couldn't wait to get the pizza's and get back to the lair. It wasn't too bad out today for a January, only -10°C, but it looked like it was going to snow tonight so I didn't want to stay out too long. I had a very good reason to not want to stay out and most likely get sick, after all.

After I had grabbed the pizza's, I started to head home. We were having a movie marathon tonight because movies would be the last thing on our minds starting tomorrow. Tomorrow was the start of mating season, and boy was I excited. I had missed out on it last year, because I had gotten pneumonia, and my brothers hadn't wanted me to get any sicker. When I was better though, they made sure to make up for me having missed it, and that was probably the best weekend I have ever had. Just thinking about mating season was making me excited, so I started to run quicker.

I was half way back to the lair when I noticed a black truck following me. Taking a quick scan of it told me though that I needed to lose that truck immediately - it was one of Bishop's vehicles. I didn't set off my emergency beacon on my shell cell, but I did have my phone in my one hand just incase, and the pizza in the other arm as I ran. 'I guess this was the reason for the bad feeling I had this morning.' I thought as I ran. The bad feeling had increased during the day, and I was worried that if I alerted my bros, then they might come after me and potentially be hurt. As I ran I didn't realise that the truck was corraling me into a trap, until I landed on a roof and was immediately surrounded by Bishop's troops. I then opened my shell cell and pressed the beacon. I was quite far from the lair now, so I knew it would take them awhile to get to me, but I knew that I wouldn't win this fight alone and would be most likely captured. I needed my brothers if I was going to get out of here alive. I dropped the pizza on the ground, placed my shell cell back in the hidden compartment in my belt, and pulled out my Nunckucks.

"Drop your weapons and surrender now, turtle, or we will be forced to fire!" One of the soldiers commanded. I just glared at him and got into a fight stance. There was for sure, no way in shell I was going down without a fight. "Alright, have it your way. Take him down, now!"

The first shots missed me, as I flew at the commandos closest to me. If I could just hold on until my brothers got here, I would be alright. After twenty minutes, the fight was getting more intense - they were losing numbers, but I was taking hits too. Some of the soldiers seemed to have given up on stunning me after a bit, and were now hitting at me with their blasters every chance they got, using them as blunt weapons. One lucky soldier though got in a lucky shot and nailed me in the leg with a blast from the stun gun, and I went down onto one knee imediately. Another shot me right in the chest and I fell backwards to the ground. As I hit the ground, stunned, they rushed in to restrain me, cuffing my hands behind my shell, and holding me down on my plastron so I couldn't escape. One of them got ahold of my shell cell and tossed it aside to where my nunchucks lay, and I prayed that it wasn't broken. I needed it so my bros could find me.

One of the commandos - the leader, I assumed - was on the radio with someone. Bishop I guessed, because when he was done talking to them, he looked at me, and said, "This one comes in alive." He then made a hand signal, and a needle pierced my bicep.

'Great. I'm being kidnapped and it's cold. Hope my bros find me in time.' I thought, as the world went black.