I'm back! I'm still working on updating faster so bear with me.

Donny noticed Raphs breathing hitching then returning to normal. Don barely glanced in his brother's direction, he's been making the same noises for the past couple of days. He figured Raph was having a bad dream, most likely caused by the devise attached to his temple. Dr Stockman briefly stopped by to advise Don not to fiddle with it.

Ever since, Don had been scouring the cell for any possible way out. He hadn't found much except the words 'keep the faith' scratched into the wall opposite the door. He guessed it was done by some other poor soul captured but Dr Stockman just for existing.

Although he's become accustomed to his brother's breathing, Donny was really concerned for Raph. He didn't like it when his brothers needed him and all he could do was 'wait for it to pass', that was the bad bit about being a doctor. He remembered when Leo got ambushed on the rooftops when the Shredder decided to make an unwelcome return. It was agony when Leo was lying on the sofa and all Donny and the others could do was wait.

Even since then, he couldn't count the times when his brothers (mostly Raph and Leo) would come to him after a fight – sometimes between themselves. He'd patch them up, of course, and order them to take it easy knowing very well that they would be training and running to rooftops as soon as they could stand.

What a reckless lot Don thought to himself shaking his head and smiling.

Since he woke up, which he guessed was two days ago, he's been doing everything he dared to keep Raph comfortable. Although he didn't have a clue what was happening, he decided to trust Stockman, so he didn't touch the device. Donny was itching to know what it it, what it does and how it works.

He often thought back to the night in the lair when Stockman came looking for them;


Flashback:

"No no no no no!" Mikey yelled at his console as his final attempt to smash the buttons fails. He threw the pad on the sofa behind him and turned off the TV, looking around for something else to do. He smiled when he saw Don with his 'geek glasses', working on some new piece of machinery or modifying something else.

Mikey crept up behind his brother but when he was within spitting distance, Don whirled around ans swiped Mikey's feet from beneath him. He landed on his shell with a dull thud.

"I've gotten used to that one, I've been living with you all my life, Mikey" Donny tutted, turning to resume his mysterious project.

"But there's nothing to do!" He whined, "With Leo and Raph always on the rooftops or training, there's nothing for me to do."

"You could try training."

Mikey recoiled at the offer, "and have Leo breathing down my neck? The hours we're doing now are bad enough."

Don sighed in irritation but decided to ignore him.

Mikey's eyes lit up, he jumped up and skipped over to the table, next to Don. "I could help you," he suggested, "got any spare goggles?"

As he was reaching over the table for a pair, his elbow nudged a glass bottle with some strange purple stuff in. It fell right off the table and onto the floor, where a cloud of smoke was forming. Don gasped, dropped everything and ran to the mess.

He stood up slowly, glaring at Mikey who said in a little voice, "oopsies?"

"Why don't you go outside and look for Raph and Leo?" His tone gave no indication that there was a second option.

Mikey slipped off his chair, and made for the door. The lair was ever so quiet these days, everyone seem to be on edge, Mikey thought.

He stopped as he neared the door, frowning in concentration.

"Umm, Donny?" He said

"Mhmm?" Was the only reply, he'd disappeared to get some...cleaning gear.

"Should anything on the other side of the door be ticking?" Mikey asked, cautiously stepping back from the door.

Donny came skidding around the corner of a room on the second floor, "What?" he asked, a split second before the door exploded.

Before they knew what to do with themselves, they were plunged into battle, trying to stay as near to each other as possible. They were fighting some of the most ghastly creatures they'd ever seen; one was big and gooey, another was small and made of what looked like stone, not many of them but what didn't have in numbers, they more than made up for in variety; some were small, stealthy and accurate, others were big, strong and intimidating.

They tried their hardest to close the gap between them – they always fought better as a team but monsters wouldn't stop getting in the way.

The turtles were getting tired quickly. They hardly even made contact with any of them. When one unexpected kick from behind knocked Mikey off his feet, he felt his hands being yanked behind back and cuffed. He was then yanked to his feet.

Donny one final push to make it to his brother, but failed when he felt a claw on his neck, that pushed him down. Don then realised with relief that these things didn't want to hurt them (much), just capture them.

"That means we got all four." Came a voice from behind the monsters. Don groaned.

The 'things' parted away, allowing a path to form between them and Dr Stockman.

"Finally fitting in with the right crowd, I see." Mikey couldn't help himself.

Shut up, Don silently pleaded his brother, they weren't in any position to gloat.

Stockmans expression turned sour, "Get them to the vans."

The turtles had black leather bags thrown over their heads and were lead through the sewers, out into the street and into the back of a van.


Donny shook his head, trying to rid his thoughts of that night.

Raph groaned and opened his eyes. "I've never woken up so uncomfortable before." he mumbled. Don was next to him in an instant.

Raph sat up and stretched, cracking his back in the process. "Where am I?" he asked, taking one look around the cell and frowning.

"One of Stockmans labs, how are you feeling?"

"Full of energy. Did you say Stockman?"

Don nodded. Raph growled and stood up, pacing. "I don't know where the others are" Don had been trying to push thoughts like that out of his head.

"Don't worry about them just yet."

"Don't move," Don said as he neared his brother. Raph tensed. Don reached up and gripped the devise which was no longer glowing, and yanked.

Raph sucked in breath through his teeth and rubbed the painful spot on his temple while Don flipped it around in his hand, analysing it.

"What is that?" Then realisation came to him, "That's what made me see..." Raph trailed on.

"What?" Don asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Raph sighed and started his story. Explaining everything from leaving the lair to lying in the field, rethinking everything.

If anything, Don just looked excited, "I didn't know such a thing existed," he said in wonder, holding the devise up to the dim light. "It must be programmed by a computer, I wonder if I can wire it up to my laptop back home." And he was off, talking about this possibility and that one.

"Alright, alright. We can talk about all this once we get home. For now, it's time for a prison break."

Okays, well this one is a bit longer than the last chapter and I would say there's only one or two left to go. See you lot next time. xx