A/N: Hello everyone, sorry I haven't updated. I've been away traveling and wasn't allowed to take my laptop with my :'(. But anyway here's the 3rd chapter for you. Thank you to those that reviewed and favourited and followed or whatever else :D

It had been three days since Florence had spoken to her father, and other then coming out for food and training; she had kept herself locked away in her room. She was afraid of doing something wrong or causing her father grief, though she wasn't going to admit it to herself; or anyone else for that matter. As worried as her brothers were they knew there was nothing they could do to help her feel better. Well, nothing that they considered safe anyway.

Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo and Raphael were sitting in the lounge room talking about what Florence had said to them three days earlier.

"Dudes, what do you think Splinter meant?" Mikey asked inquisitively. He was sitting on the arm of the couch eating potato chip noisily.

"I'm not sure. When Florence was talking she looked so distant, it was kinda creepy," Donnie answered worriedly. He was sitting in the middle of the lounge.

"Splinter gotta be hiding something," Raph exclaimed as stood from his place on the floor. "He's been acting all funny for weeks now!"

"What creeps me out is he started acting weird the same time Flo's nightmares got worse! What if this is all some freaky sign from the great beyond telling us we're all doomed!" Mikey dropped his bag of potato chips as his voice rose in concern and fear. "You know like that movie where that guy buys some freaky house in the middle of nowhere and starts having weird dreams. Then next thing you know the guy is hanging by his toes from the ceiling cause of some demon! And- ow!"

"Shut it chuckle-head," Donnie deadpanned, uncurling his science mag and returning it to his lap.

"Take it easy guys. Ok so we don't know what's going on with Splinter, that's not the main problem here. What the real problem is that our sister is upset and we need to find a way to get her out of this funk she's going through," Leo reasoned from his place beside Donatello, quieting the growing volume of his brothers

His brother's nodded in agreement.

"But dudes, how are we supposed to do that! She's just like Leo when he goes into a funk, he doesn't talk to anyone. And neither does Flo!" Mikey exclaimed panicked.

"Chill Mikey, all we have to do is give Flo her favourite thing," Donnie stated evenly.

Raph groaned. "You do know what her favourite thing is, don't you Donnie?" Raphael asked annoyed.

"Of course I do, we all know that Florence loves coming on our night patrols with us. I just don't see what the problem is about,"Donnie stated as if it was painfully obvious. "Besides, we've snuck Florie out on patrols with us before and nothing happened; other than someone had to carry her home cause she fell asleep."

"I don't know Donnie, there's something off-putting about how quiet it's been lately," Leo reprimanded. "No, I'm not comfortable with it."

"Sorry fearless, as much as I hate the idea, I don't think we could come up with something better." Raphael said grudgingly.

Leonardo glanced around at his brothers then sighed. He knew they were right, he just didn't want Florence to get hurt. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Mikey laughed.

"Relax bro, there's been hardly anything going lately. Flo will be fine; besides we'll be there with her,"

Leo snorted. "Did Mikey just make a good point?"

"Ha ha, listen to the funny turtle,"

The turtles just stared at each other for a while. In all honesty they didn't know what to do next.

"So uh, who gets to tell her?" Donnie asked.

Leo, Mikey and Raph looked at each other before taking a step back. Donnie sighed and gave in. Florence was always the type of girl who got excited easily; not even Splinter could calm her down once she was.

As his brother took a seat the purple banded turtle began his ascent to his sister's room it was right down the corridor past all of their room. He reached the Florence's door and stopped. Why am I so nervous; it's only Florence, Donnie thought wonderingly. He would soon find out. Carefully the genius turtle pushed the door open and called out to his pink haired sister. What he found was a rather disturbing sight. Florence was tangled up in her bed sheets and was murmuring something incoherent. She was drenched in sweat and her head tossed this way and that.

"Not another nightmare," Donnie murmured worried.

He tiptoed over to his sister and gently held a hand against her forehead. She was colder than she usually was; that wasn't good.

Inside of Florence's mind her dreams continued to torment her.

Pain pickled on every part of her body. Blurry faces crowded her vision. Florence began to scream and cry. She sounded young in her own ears; a newborn even. She continued to wail as several needles stabbed into her soft green flesh. Yelling echoed around the bare empty room. She felt herself being pushed. Florence began to fall. Down, down, down she fell. Her whole body ached. Darkness surrounded her.

Florence shot up and screamed. Tears sprang to her eyes. She flinched and the tender touch on her shoulder. She looked up to Donatello fearfully. The purple clad turtle took a seat next to his sister. Florence's mouth quivered and she broke down into tears. Donnie gently pulled his sister to his chest and let her cry. She began to murmur many incoherent things but there was one phase that worried Donatello the most.

"What's wrong with me?"

Donnie hushed his pinked haired sister and held her tightly in his arms. Something was definitely wrong.

After his sister had settled Donatello asked Florence if she would like to come on patrol with him.

"Really, I can go with you?" the ten year old asked happily.

Donnie smiled warmly. It was good to see his sister out of her funk. "Of course; but only for tonight ok," he spoke firmly but gently. "Florence, you know you can tell us anything,"

"Yes, I know," Florence stated calmly. "Just give me five minutes and I'll be right out.

The younger turtle shoved her brother out the door faster than he would like to admit. Donnie chuckled to himself but went downstairs anyway. He entered the living room to find his brother geared and waiting. Leo, Mikey and Raph gave him a curious look. Donatello simply pointed to his sister's room where rustling and banging could be heard. The door opened and a flash of pink obscured their vision before Florence stood in front of them with her black knee and elbow guards on. She grinned at them from behind her fringe as her hair was messily pulled into a high ponytail.

"So, wait are we waiting for?" Florence asked giddily.

Michelangelo leaned into Raphael's ear. "We better drop into Casey's and April's before we bring her home," he whispered as Raph's head bobbed in agreement.

It was going to be a long night.