A/N: Thanks to Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for beta-ing for me. I would be lost without you. And thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Leonardo sat on his bed with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees. How could this be happening to his family? It was like something out of a nightmare. They were ninjas, they had honor. Where was the honor in stealing? Did Donatello know what he was doing to the name of Hamato by committing such a horrendous act? Splinter hadn't trained them in the art of ninjitsu so that they could take things from innocent people; only the Foot clan did that and the Purple Dragons.

Leonardo's musings were interrupted when he heard angry voices coming from downstairs. Raphael and Donatello were at it again. Leonardo sighed sadly. They fought just like he used to fight with Raphael. Sighing again, Leonardo got up from the bed and walked to the door. Instinctively, his hand went to the door handle, but he stopped and lowered his hand before walking through the door. He was never going to get used to that. Leonardo turned his head to see Michelangelo timidly peeking out of his room to see what was going on.

"It's nothing new, Mikey," Leonardo told his baby brother tiredly. "Raph and Don just have some issues to work out."

Michelangelo headed downstairs and made his way towards the lab with Leonardo following close behind him. The closer they got to the lab, the more uneasy Leonardo began to feel. He sensed that something bad was going to happen.

"Be careful, Mike," Leonardo warned.

"Why do you insist on making my life a living hell?" Donatello shrieked.

"I'm making your life? I'm not the one breaking and entering and dishonoring the clan like some low life Foot ninja or Dragon!" Raphael roared back.

Michelangelo put his ear to the closed door and listened to his brother's fight. The bad feeling continued to grow and Leonardo wanted nothing more than to pull his baby brother away from the door.

"Where's the honor in taking things from innocent people?" Raphael hissed sharply. "There is none!"

"So, I have no honor now, is that what you're saying?" Donatello spat.

"Not if you continue going down this road, no," Raphael replied coolly.

There was the sound of breaking glass and Leonardo could only assume that another bottle had been broken against a wall, most likely aimed at Raphael.

"I don't need this," Donatello snarled. "Especially not from you, Raphael. You have a lot of nerve lecturing me about honor when you yourself don't have a shred of honor in your entire body!" Donatello roared before another bottle being broken was heard.

Time seemed to slow down for Leonardo. He seemed to be watching everything in slow motion. Michelangelo opened the door at the same time Donatello threw the broken bottle at Raphael. The bottle missed the intended target and instead struck Michelangelo; the heavy glass bottle hit Michelangelo right in the face, the glass shattering on impact into razor sharp fragments that tore across their baby brother's face in a sickening spray of glass and alcohol. Michelangelo cried out in pain, his hands flying to his eyes as he stumbled back, before he fell to the floor. Letting out another cry of anguished pain as he landed in the glass shards; crimson blood began to seep between his fingers.

"Mikey!" Raphael cried out in horror as he rushed to his baby brother's side.

Leonardo's horror was mirrored on Donatello's face. The purple masked turtle just stood there, frozen in place. He had hurt Michelangelo; the innocent one. What was wrong with him?

"Mikey, I-" Donatello started wretchedly.

"Don't even," Raphael cut Donatello off furiously.

"I didn't know he was there," Donatello said in a shaky voice.

Raphael coaxed Mikey to show him the injury he had sustained. Michelangelo slowly removed his hands and Raphael quickly examined his face fearing the glass had hit his eyes. Luckily the glass had missed his eyes but not by much. A severe cut across his forehead was the source of the blood. Raphael was relieved that the damage wasn't too bad. He turned to face Donatello, the fire once again burning in his amber eyes and Donatello knew he was in an incredible amount of trouble. No one harmed Raphael's brothers, even if that someone was another brother. Donatello looked down at the floor, wishing he could curl up inside his shell and never come out again. Raphael guided Michelangelo out of the lab and towards the infirmary without saying a word to Donatello.

"I'm so sorry," Donatello whispered wretchedly as he watch them go.

Raphael wrapped a clean bandage around the gash and tied it off. "How's that? Not too tight?" he asked worriedly.

Michelangelo moved his head back and forth, testing the tightness of the bandage. "Nope. It's fine," he answered softly.

"Good," Raphael said.

He packed up the first aid kit and put it away. Michelangelo swung his legs back and forth, the tips of his toes brushing against the cool floor. He wanted to talk to Raphael about his fight with Donatello, but he knew their purple masked brother was a sensitive subject at the moment.

"I'm going topside to get some more food and supplies," Raphael said.

"Can I come?" Michelangelo asked.

Raphael shook his head. "I want you to stay here and keep an eye on Donny," he replied.

Michelangelo nodded in agreement and Raphael gave him a half smile. He patted his brother on the shoulder and headed out of the infirmary. Michelangelo hopped off the examining table and followed his brother out to the elevator. Raphael was just pulling on his trench coat when Michelangelo walked up. He put on his hat and turned to face the youngest.

"I shouldn't be too long," Raphael said. "Is there anything you want me to get besides the usual?"

Michelangelo thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Nope, nothing that I can think of," he answered.

Raphael nodded. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

The elevator doors opened and Raphael stepped inside. Michelangelo stayed where he was until the doors closed and Raphael was gone. He turned around when he heard movement coming from behind him. Donatello was coming out of the kitchen and was heading for the bathroom.

"Donny, wait up," Michelangelo called.

Donatello stopped walking and looked up. A pained look crossed his face when he saw the bandage around his brother's head. He looked away in shame.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm okay and that I forgive you," Michelangelo said quickly.

"I'm so sorry, Mikey," Donatello whispered. "I promise I'll never hurt you ever again."

Michelangelo smiled. "We're brothers, Don. Brothers tend to hurt each other now and then, it comes with the territory."

"I guess," Donatello said softly. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Anyway, I'm going to take a bath," he said.

Michelangelo nodded. "Okay. I'll make us something to eat."

"Sure," Donatello replied.

Michelangelo grinned and headed for the kitchen. Donatello continued on his way to the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him. He ran a hot bath, as hot as he could tolerate and climbed into the steaming water. He sighed as the hot water soothed his aching muscles. Leonardo poked his head through the bathroom door before stepping all the way through. It looked like Donatello was just having a relaxing bath, but something told Leonardo that it was much more than that.

Out in the kitchen, Michelangelo looking for a knife to cut something when he noticed that one of the slots on the steak knife holder on the counter was empty. He frowned in confusion before his eyes began to widen in realization. He turned and bolted for the bathroom as fast as his legs could carry him. Inside the bathroom, Leonardo could only watch in horror when Donatello held up a serrated steak knife to his wrist.

"Donny, what are you doing?" Leonardo cried as he rushed forward.

"Donny!" Michelangelo screamed as he slammed into the bathroom door.

Donatello took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Good-bye, Mikey. Raph. I'm so sorry it had to end like this," he whispered despondently. "I love you guys."

Michelangelo banged his shoulder against the door again, but it wouldn't budge. Then, he heard a voice that sent a chill running down his spine.

"Mikey, get in here!" Leonardo's voice bellowed.

With renewed determination, Michelangelo took a step back and kicked the door in with a burst of adrenaline. He hurried inside and was horrified to find Donatello lying in a bathtub of bloody water.

"Donny!" Michelangelo screamed as he fell to his knees next to his motionless brother.

Reviews are welcome, flames are not