Hey my wonderful, patient readers! Guess who got a new laptop and can now update regularly without having to borrow someone's computer? Not me! Sadly, my laptop still won't work, and I am typing on a laptop that takes 5 hours to work! Not to mention everything on my USB flashdrive got erased, so when I DID have this chapter written, it got erased. Yay, aren't I the luckiest girl ever when it comes to computers? Now enough of this A/N and onto the story!

Donnie's Pov

No! No! No! I'm going to fix this, I can save my brother. Come on Donnie, you are the doctor in this family, the life-saver. I can do this!

And then, the machine made a piercing sound, bbbbbeeeeeeeeepppppp. And those thoughts demolished, because the machine had just proven his thoughts wrong. In fact, it proven that his whole purpose in his family as the doctor and smart one, had also been wrong.

Suddenly, a scream of anger came from his brother.

"NO! MICHEANGELO, WAKE UP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! STOP THIS SICK JOKE, IT ISN'T FUUNY MICHELANGELO!" Raph shouted in rage, pleading his youngest brother to come back to life. Trying to convince himself that this event had not happened, not accepting this horrible misfortune. But, not answering Raph's pleas, Mikey remained lifeless. He didn't jerk up, saying it was a joke and apologizing for taking it too far. He didn't flash one of his cheesy smiles, or bug Raph on how he sensed that he was about to show his soft side. No, he did the exact opposite the real, living Mikey would do. The only thing that looked like Mikey was the small grin on his face, the one he was wearing when he said his last sentence, his last goodbye.

"Mikey…please." Raph whispered, falling to his knees. "Please." Raphael attempted one last time, only to get mocking silence in return. And Raph did a surprising thing. Instead of throwing fists of rage to the wall, or shouting at Leo and him, big, salty tears started to roll down Raph's face.

"No. This isn't possible. Please, bro, come back." Raph said quietly in between sobs, grasping Mikey's hand as tough there was some sort of lifeline in there.

"Raph, it's going to be-" Leo started, but stopped mid sentence as tears also started to roll down his cheeks, and few to the floor. Sobs wracked through his Leo's body, and his shoulders were shaking violently. And that's when the full reality of this problem hit Donnie. Raph dropped his tough act, Leo couldn't be the 'Fearless Leader,' ready to help his brothers get through any sort of predicament. He couldn't fix this dilemma, couldn't think of any solution. And Mikey was, well Mikey was gone. It was over, all over. This could be the end of it all, their light was gone, and there was nothing they could do about it. There was no hope.

He had nothing to say, there was no words, no sentence he could say, to express his pain, his sorrow. There was nothing he could do And just like his other brother, he sobbed. Sobbed for their lost, sobbed for his failure, sobbed for the world. He cried for everything that wasn't right in their lives, wailed for his dear brother who was now lost in time, Michelangelo Hamato. Michelangelo, their light, their stress reliever, their hope in the darkest hour. Michelangelo, their guardian angel.

The three hopeless brothers gathered around Mikey's bed, weeping next to him. And this went on for hours, until the sun came up. But the sun wasn't bright, instead, it seemed like the cruelest thing that could happen in this situation. The sun was just a reminder how for everyone else, it was a new day, with renewed hope. It showed happiness, joy. And that was just wrong and heartless. Because in their case, this showed the first day they would have to go through without their precious, baby brother.

Splinter's Pov

Fire. Fire blazed everywhere, devouring whatever came in its path. The flames were deadly, like an animal stalking their prey. Suffocating him, causing panic to erupt in his chest. For when he squinted through the flames, he saw his beloved wife, Tang Shen, laying on the floor, motionless.

"NO!" He shouted as he hugged his beautiful loved one, stroking her smooth straight hair, begging her to come back.

"Saki!" He bellowed in rage, for the one who had ended his dearest's life. Getting no reply, he saw his enemy, which at the moment, no longer thought as his brother, ran off, seeming to have something in his hand.

'Wait a minute, where was the baby? Where was Miwa? No, no, no! Was she gone? No she couldn't b4 gone. But there was no sight of her. She was indeed gone. The two things that made his life complete were gone, he was alone. He had no family.

"Miwa!"

Splinter woke up jolt, shaking from the horrible, vivid nightmare that he seemed to suffer from every night. Taking deep breathes, he tried to get his breathing under control.

Calm yourself Yoshi. It was just a dream. This happened in the past, it is gone, there is nothing to get worked up about. He told himself. Nevertheless, he found the desperate need to go check on his sons. Rising from his resting place, he made his way toward the infirmary, where he predicted all his sons were.

Walking towards the doorway, he called, "Donatello, Raphael, Leonardo, Michelangelo, I am coming in." Just in case his sons were in an important procedure, he did not wish to startle them. After giving them a warning, he stepped into the room, and he felt his heart skip a beat. His three oldest sons, Leonardo, Donatello, and Raphael had tear-stricken faces, and they looked depressed. He brought his stare up to the bed that his sons were mourning around, and saw his youngest son Michelangelo. His chest was not moving, and he was as pale as snow. It was as if when his goofy, cheerful face that brought color to the world was gone, his son's color was gone too. It was as if his liveliness was a part of him, but was now long gone. The only thing that remained was a faint smile, who Michelangelo was able to smile while passing away, that would be a mystery.

"Michelangelo." He croaked, his chestnut eyes filling up with tears. No, this could not happen again. Not after losing Tang Shen, and having his only daughter being raised by his arch nemesis. No, this was too much, even for the strong rat he was.

"Father?" Leo said, as his three others sons looked up to him. Of course. Who could understand the emotional pain the three brothers were going through.

"My sons." He replied, walking towards them, and pulled them into a tight embrace. He felt hot moisture fall onto his fur, but it didn't matter. Tears fell down his own eyes, and he hugged his sons even harder. He held onto his sons for dear life, because they were the only family he had left. They were all that everyone had left.

No words were said as the family hugged one another, they just sat together in silence, trying to offer as much comfort as they could to one another. They all stared wistfully as their youngest brother and son, wishing, that there was some way, this wasn't real.

? Pov

A dark void surrounded him. His body flared with pain, everything hurt. It felt as if a dozen knife were piercing him, and his throat felt constricted, and he felt himself suffocating.

"The nightmare has begun…Michelangelo."

What do you think? Evil enough to make up for my absence? Trust me, I will try so hard to update, but it is getting harder to find people to ask. Hopefully, I'll get my laptop fixed soon! Oh, and I apologize for this short chapter. Really, even though it was short, it was essential to this story. See ya!