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Silver Iron – Chapter 10
Back to Reality

"A tracking device?" Shredder let his sight off the device in his hands for a couple of seconds to glance over to Bishop, the man seemed to be very pleased with himself as he slowly nodded, still having that wry smile on his lips.

"Yes, a tracking device. I installed it on the helmet even before we captured the turtle known as Michelangelo. For I knew that this would be an excellent time to finish them all off by having their home location revealed." Bishop explained his plan slowly and carefully but with great pride in his voice, he had planned this for so long. "I knew that the other turtles would come for their brother's aid, I wasn't surprised when I heard that they had broken into the building."

"But how did you know that they would take the helmet with them?" Shredder asked, still suspicious about his plan, and not to talk about how annoyed he was that the man hadn't told him about it.

"Donatello…" Bishop answered simply, but when Shredder didn't seem to catch the deal with that turtle he continued his explanation. "Donatello is a genius like Baxter Stockman, but not as much of a fool, I knew he would be smart enough to take the helmet into their hands, because that could be the answer if Michelangelo would be sick or anything like that. I know how a genius thinks, especially after working with Stockman. So I installed a little chip in that helmet, deep within it. It will take days for the turtles to find it, if they will find it at all." Shredder seemed to finally realize the possibilities that existed in front of him. A chance to finally remove those mutant turtles and their sensei, a chance to clear all the hindrance that would stop him from taking over the city, a chance to be a man who could to whatever he wanted without having those infuriating turtles at his neck all the time.

"But why did you never tell me this? I am your master, not the other way around." Bishop could stop from rolling his eyes at Shredder's sentence, something that the leader of the Foot clan didn't seem to like at all as he tensed all over and said, with a low voice. "Don't mock around with me Bishop…"

"I didn't want it to sip out; I was the only one aware of this plan. By having it so I would minimize the risk that it would spread among the workers and finally reaching the turtles, it was a necessary precaution." The scientist answered and Shredder seemed to take it for an acceptable excuse.

"Don't ever go behind my back with such valuable information again. Then I'll prepare my Foot ninjas, we'll attack at…"

"Actually, may I come with a request?" Bishop interrupted, making Shredder stop in his movements and glance back at the scientist. "Let them be for 5 days."

"What?" Shredder turned completely around and took two steps towards Bishop. "Are you suggesting that I'll leave them for 5 days and risking that they leave their home, and maybe leave the helmet behind? Are you truly mad?" He asked, his eyes piercing Bishop as he could hurt him by just the look. But the man didn't fear the leader of the Foot clan; he stood completely still and nodded to answer him.

"Yes, I suggest just that." Shredder took a deep breath to yet again release his fury over the man but Bishop interrupted him again. "Look, this is an excellent time to test out the helmet's true capability. The turtles have brought back their brother, but I have brought back his long gone memories. I have torn down the trust he has built for his family during his entire life and by that I have also torn apart the family. If we give them some days together the family will be all torn apart, trust me. Michelangelo's lack of trust will tear apart the family and when they are torn apart it's an excellent moment to attack." Shredder didn't reply the man's explanation at first; he stood and watched the small dot that still leapt over the city's buildings. "5 days, that's all I'm asking for." Bishop said. Shredder glanced over to the clock that was hanging on the wall; it turned to midnight when his eyes caught it.

"3 days… We'll attack at midnight on the third day." Then he leaved the room.

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"Master Splinter, we got him!" Raph shouted from the top of his lungs as quick as they entered their home, still cradling the unconscious brother in his arms, as he was afraid to lose him again. The way home had been done with a high pace, Raph barely being able to contain the joy over having his youngest brother in his arm at the same time being worried about him when he still hadn't woken up. His words made the old rat immediately appeared, moving with such a grace that easily could lie about his age; his eyes lost some of the worry as he saw that his youngest son looked unharmed on the outside.

"Has he spoken?" Splinter asked as he laid a hand on his son's forehead, feeling the warmth rising from it, worrying the farther once again.

"No, he tried to speak to me when we found him but he lost consciousness before he could say a whole sentence." Don answered before he looked over to the red masked turtle. "Raph, take him to the infirmary, I want to run a deeper checkup on him." The older brother nodded and followed the genius directions, knowing that his medical knowledge was to be trusted this instant; they disappeared into the infirmary, leaving the oldest brother together with their father.

"Everything went alright, my son?" The old rat asked his son, who nodded with a small smile on his lips.

"Yes, father, everything went alright." Leo sighed and scratched his neck as he furrowed his brows. "Almost too alright, I'm afraid." Getting a look from his father the blue masked turtle sighed yet again before he shook his head. "I don't know sensei. I have this feeling that everything went too alright, that we missed something very important. I guess I'm just being superstitious, as usual." Leo added quietly at the end. Then he felt his father's hand on his shoulder and he glanced carefully over.

"My son, you should always trust your inner feelings. Those have more often proven to be right than wrong." Splinter said and gave his oldest son a hopeful smile.

"I know Master Splinter, but… what if I'm right, what if something terrible will happen. What will we do?" The leader did little to hide the concern in his eyes, he looked at his master and father with a look that pleaded for guidance and answers. His farther could remember that look from the younger days, when his son was put as the leader of the clan. He had been so unsure, always asking for his father's help and guidance and Splinter had more than gladly helped his child found the answers to his question. But this time Splinter slowly shook his head and looked at the door to the infirmary, as he could see his other sons there.

"My son, we can not dwell in the future that is still uncertain. We must live in the present, for now your brothers need you and more importantly, Michelangelo needs you." Splinter slowly glanced back to his son. "If you are right, my son, then the day will come. But for now, when the future still hides in the shadows, shall we focus on helping your brother." A small smile again, to which Leo could only smile back and nod, as a silent thank you, before he and his father went in to the infirmary, where their brothers were taking care of the newly found one. Donnie scribbled down something on a piece of paper as Leo and Splinter entered the infirmary and he nodded with a smile on his lips, as a greeting.

"He was just a little bit dehydrated and it seems like he hasn't eaten so well during his absent time from us. Otherwise his body seems to be just fine; he's peacefully sleeping right now." He reported to his family before he laid a hand on Mikey's shoulder, looking down at his younger brother who breathed slowly, in and out. It made Don's heart relax even more, to see him at home sleeping like normally.

"So… What did Bishop do to him then?" Leo asked and crossed his arms. "I mean, it doesn't sound like Bishop to leave Mikey practically untouched, he did want us for our DNA."

"I know Leo, it worries me too." Don admitted but gave Leo a hopeful smile back. "But I guess we'll have to wait until Mikey wakes up so he can tell us. I have looked over his body a couple of times but I can't find anything un-normal. I do have some tests to run on these blood samples that I have taken but by the look of his blood and by the way he's sleeping it doesn't seem as he has been poisoned or anything."

"Can't we just bang his head until he wakes up so we can figure everythin' out now?" Raph asked, earning disapproved looks from his brothers and father. "What?"

"No, my son. For now we will let Michelangelo rest. I trust you will look after him Donatello?" Splinter said and the purple masked brother nodded.

"Of course, I was just going to say the same thing. Let us leave Mikey alone, I'll check up on him every fifteen minutes for now, and if everything is fine after a while I will switch to a half an hour checkup." Donnie said and the family left the sleeping turtle alone in the room.

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"Cold, feeling cold… Feeling lonely… Feeling angry, feeling sad and feeling lovely… Where am I? What have happened?" Mikey was alone, alone in the darkness with no clue about his whereabouts or what had happened to him, and he was scared, so scared. Not like those times when he was a kid and dreamt a nightmare, only to be awaken in a pitch black room with the one thought that the monster from the nightmare was with him in the room. No, because he was never really scared back then, for then he knew his brothers were close by, in different rooms, and it didn't take long for him to escape from his dark, cold room into one room of his brother. One puppy-eye look and soon he was close to one of his brother under the sheet, snuggling close to their chests to feel their warmth and hear the strong heart beats, knowing that they would protect him from any monster. Back then when he trusted his brothers to keep him safe.

But now he was in the darkness yet again, and now the monsters from his nightmares were his brothers and his father, staring at him with their cold eyes. Their lips were curled up in wry smiles and their voices were darker than the night itself. And the trust that they would protect him from any harm was gone, destroyed to pieces and shattered around him, like a puzzle. A puzzle with so many pieces that it would take ages for him to fix it together, to heal the broken trust for the family that he once had loved. And why was he feeling like this? Why couldn't he remember?

And then, his brothers and farther disappeared, left him alone in the darkness yet again, but the darkness was fading away into something brighter. Suddenly Mikey became aware of his own body again, the itching in his muscles, the stomach that shrieked once again for food and the complete exhaustion that filled every corner of his body and his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing a ceiling that was new but yet familiar with him. A movement to his left caught his attention and the young turtle slowly tilted his head, his eyes took a while to focus on the blur that was moving around. Then his vision sharpened and revealed a turtle holding a small bottle with a red fluid in. The turtle wore a purple mask and though Mikey may not see it he knew that the turtle wielded a bo staff. Carefully the younger brother moistened his lips before he took a deep breath.

"Do.. Donnie…" His voice was raspy and weak, but it caught the turtle's attention nonetheless. Donatello turned completely around, almost dropping the small bottle, and a wide smile placed itself on his lips. He immediately put away the bottle, carefully, before hurrying over to his brother's side, his eyes showed nothing more than pure joy and happiness over seeing his youngest brother awake.

"Mikey! You're finally up; I thought you would sleep forever. How are you feeling?" The genius laid a hand on his brother forehead but could to his relief notice that the fever had started to fade away.

"Fine…" The younger one answered with a small, happy sigh. He really was back, back to reality. "J-just tired… What happened…?" Donnie's look went from relief to concern within seconds as he furrowed his brows and checked his brother's pulse.

"Don't you remember? You were taken away by the Foot. Bishop seems to have formed an alliance with the Shredder, because he was the one who held you captive. We got you out from there a bit over 16 hours ago, you have slept since then. But now that you're awake I guess everything will be alright." Don gave his brother a smile and patted his shoulder encouraging, which made Mikey smile. But the smile slowly faded away as he tried to remember the past days. He couldn't understand, it felt like he had forgotten something important, something that had something to do with Don and his other brothers as well. Something that even concerned his farther, but the book of memory was hard to open, as something was protecting it. "Is something wrong Mikey?" Don asked, as he saw how serious his brother looked for once.

"I… I can't remember… Something important. It is something I need to k…" Then the book opened up and everything came back to him. Every sentence, every word, every tone… It came swirling back to him with such a speed that it almost made him loose his consciousness again.

"Mikey?" Donnie asked worryingly as his brother started to space out, looking out in nothingness. "Mikey?" He tried again, this time his brother turned his head towards him, his eyes seemed to focus on him. "Is something wrong?" Donnie asked, but what he didn't know what that it wasn't the sentence that Mikey heard. For the same moment Donnie had opened his mouth and started to move his lips the sentence that came out was; "You're hopeless."

"W-what?" Mikey stuttered, worrying Don even more. The genius cleared his throat before he spoke up again.

"I said; Mikey, what were you thinking?" Panic, Mikey started to panic. His whole body started to shake as tears started to fall from his eyes. It became hard to breath, his heart was racing in his chest and sweat broke out on the forehead.

"Get out…" He whispered, slow and painfully. Don furrowed his brows, taking a step closer to his brother.

"Mikey, what's w-" Don was cut off when Mikey slapped away the hand which Don had laid on his shoulder.

"Get out!" Mikey said yet again, stronger, this time he started to raise himself from the bed, never leaving Don with his sight. The genius turtle really started to worry himself this time, he backed off a bit to leave some space for Mikey when the younger turtle made an attempt to stand up on his feet.

"Mikey, you shouldn't move! Come on, tell me wh-"

"GET OUT!" Now Mikey was screaming, he shoved Don back by pressing his hands to his older brother's chest, making him stumble backwards to the door. "I SAID GET OUT! GET OUT FROM HERE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tears streamed down the youngest face and his voice cracked by the end. But he didn't stop, he kept shoving him backwards, screaming to him to go away until they only were a few steps away from the exit. Don, all too shocked to stop Mikey, lost his balance in the end and fell backwards, through the door and landed on his back on the other side. He raised his glance just to see the door slam shut in front of him, with a loud bang.

"What the shell happened?" Tossing his head to his right Donnie could see Raph halfway to the infirmary; the shouting must have caught his attention. And not only Raph's attention, on the edge of his vision he could see Leo poke his head out from the dojo and his hearing snap up the sound of his father leaving his room. Don looked back to the door that led to the infirmary before he yet again glance back to his family.

"Mikey's up…" He managed to press out.

Mfffhiknklgne… done… 8D My first attempt at writing Splinter, I think I failed pretty well with him! 8D And Shredder, gah, I have never read him more OOC xD

Uhhh, author's note are sometimes hard to write, but I need to write them 'cause I need to talk to people… I'm a lonely bastard… ÓwÒ… Did you enjoy your Stock-Pop? Stockman is proud about them, an old recipe that has been passed down in his family for generations, just so you know… The Shredded Cheddar makes it even tastier! 8D

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