Author's Note:

I know Halloween's long gone and all, but... I dressed up as Michelangelo. I painted my entire head green and everything. The kids loved me.

...Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Donatello slammed his fists down on the stone floor. "Ah! I've searched every inch of this place and found absolutely nothing!" He sighed and stood up again, beginning to pace the floor. "Logically, there is another way out of here. Because if Leo and Mikey climbed out of here and went as high as Raph says they did and only found an air duct, we couldn't possibly have come in from above us. Because if we were dropped in at that great of a distance with nothing but this hard stone to catch our fall, shell or no shell, there is no way that we could have possibly-"

"Sherlock, whatever conclusion you've come to, I'm sure you're right. Now shuttup."

Donatello jumped slightly when his brother spoke up. "Raph, I thought I told you to try and get some rest!"

"And I thought I told ya to shuttup."

"Yes, you did. Several times actually." Donatello said, trying desperately to keep calm. "I couldn't help it. I just can't figure out another way out of here!"

"Yeah, well you just keep looking. An' while ya do, I'll just sweat to death."

Donatello whirled around, eyes widening. "Are you seriously that warm?" He actually found the room to be quite chilly. He began slowly shuffling over to his brother, being careful not to trip over anything, "Raph, this really isn't good! I'm coming over to check on you, okay?"

He was making his slow trek across the small room when Donatello's head began to swim. Confused, he stopped walking for a second. A wave of nausea washed over him, and his eyelids instantly felt thick and heavy. They drooped down and Donatello suddenly couldn't hold his head up anymore. It fell forwards, but right before he fell along with it, his energy came rushing back and he snapped back up. "Don? What are ya doing?" The turtle lightly shook his head, unsure of what just happened.

"I-I don't know." He blinked a few times and shook his head again, but the feeling that had just passed over him was gone now. Unsure of what to do, Donatello brushed it off and continued his shuffle across the room. "I'm coming, one sec."

He hadn't even taken three steps when the feeling came back again. This time he felt extremely dizzy as well, and he toppled left and right for a moment while waving his arms and trying to steady himself. Once he was finally standing straight again, he slowly brought his hands to his temples, finding them as heavy as his eyelids felt, which had clamped shut and wouldn't open. The touch of his cold fingers to his face seemed to snap his body back once again, and the draining feeling stopped instantly, everything feeling normal again. Raphael began to tap his foot. "Don?" Again, Donatello was at a loss for an explanation, so he shook his head and continued walking, a bit faster this time. He found this time he wasn't that far from his brother, and stopped as soon as he could tell he was about a foot away from him.

"Uhh, you done takin' in the scenery, Don?" Raphael asked, feeling five times as angry and impatient as he usually would be at a time like this due to his fever and his feet, "You said you wanted to check on me, or somethin'."

Donatello nodded, crouching down beside him. "Yeah, sorry. I just-" he was going to say that he had just experienced something really weird, but he figured Raphael already had enough to worry about, and didn't bother, leaving the first half of his sentence just hanging in the air. He extended his hand out to feel his brother's forehead but then stopped, realizing something. "You know, you're probably overheated because of your fever, but I also think it's noticeably warmer on this side of the room..."

Raphael rolled his eyes, "So what?"

"So everything!" Donatello all but shouted. Getting very excited with his new discovery, he stood back up. "Raph I've got it! I think we've finally found our way out of-" He stopped suddenly, his hands going to his head once again, "our way out o-of..." Raphael's head shot up to face his brother's voice.

"...Don?" He heard his footsteps moving back and forth, "DONNY!" Raphael suddenly shouted as his brother fell straight down on top of him. A warm shock went through his entire body at the sudden brutal contact, and adrenaline was instantly coursing through him for the second time in one night. Grunting, he rolled his brother off of him and onto his shell. "Don't you DARE do this to me again, Donno!" He yelled, moving his hands down his brother's face until he found his chest. He found a steady heartbeat, and was the tiniest bit relieved, but still began to try and shake him awake, "DON!" His own heart was racing. He put both hands on his ribs and shook him as hard as he could.

He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he heard a small moan, but then quickly became angry, slamming his fists down in the dirt. "Donatello, you idiot! Could you please stop doin' that! Give a turtle a heart attack... Whatsa matter with you?"

Donatello slowly sat up, propping himself up against the wall. He mumbled something incoherent, but then cleared his throat and seemed to try again. "Mmm rph...mk?" His speech was garbled and slurred, yet he sounded like he was really trying to say something.

Raphael blinked, "Uhh..Come again?"

"Ic...cnt..."

Raphael rubbed his eyes and tried as hard as he could to peer through the darkness at his brother. "Don, bro? You're not makin' any sense."

He jumped when he felt Donatello's hand smack him in the face. "R-aph... sp.." He paused, and then coughed a few times. "Heh..hi."

Raphael flicked his hand away and scooted back a little. "You're freakin' me out! Will you just talk proper English?" He could hear his brother breathing in small, irregular pants, he sounded winded.

It took a few seconds, but the turtle managed to get out another word. "...H-hello."

"For shell's sake, HI DON! Now will ya shuttup and tell me what you were goin' to say before you fell on toppa me?!" Raphael waited, but his brother didn't say anything back. His heart started pounding. What if this was real? What if his brother was actually losing it? He shook his head and decided to try again, "Don, can you-" he stopped short, realizing the turtle was completely ignoring him, having found his voice, and had begun talking to himself.

"...I think I...I think I got hit in the head, Sensei. I think... I think this room is spiiiiiinnniiiiiiing..."

Raphael could not believe his ears. He kept on opening his mouth to say something, but he was so stunned he couldn't get his vocal chords to work. His brother, his smartest, genius brother, had just boarded the last train out of sanity and he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

"And once I made a paper snowflake. Uh-huh. Oh! You thought I didn't notice you, mister bug! Get offa meeeee..."

Raphael shook his head. "Okay. Just...givin' me the creeps." He racked his brain, repeatedly smacking one palm down in the dirt and the other against his head. "Aw, shell!" He whispered to himself. "Four brothers wake up in a stinkin' pit. One fine, one with broken toes or somethin', one with a busted up arm, and the only one who knows anything about any of this was just about to get us outta here and now he's gone completely in... WAIT!" Raphael whirled around to face Donatello. "Don!"

"...s-so dark in this closet..." Donatello rubbed his hands over his face sleepily, "I'm tired."

Raphael rolled his eyes. "Don, shuttup and listen. You got shot with somethin' last night at the lair, remember?"

Donatello nodded, frowning and putting his hands around the spot on his neck. "Uh-huh. It...really hurt. Like that time I fell off the couch except more pointier."

"Ah, okay. Cool. What I'm sayin' is, I think it made ya go nuts." Raphael couldn't be sure he was right, but it was the only thing that made any sense at all. "Who knows what was in that thing? And when people go to the dentist or whatever the stuff they have makes 'em go wacked, right?"

"I think you're right." Donatello said.

Raphael grinned widely. "Good, for a second I thought you were totally-"

"You know what else I think?"

The turtle in red held his breath. "What else?"

"I think we should swim up and find Klunk. It's been getting a little...spinny in here." Raphael smacked himself in the face while Donatello stood up and began to wander around the room, tripping on every single rock and piece of rubble and apologizing to each one every time.

Raphael was practically steaming. "You..." his hands balled into fists and he screwed his eyes shut, "HAVE GONE COMPLETELY INSANE!"

He was just about to attempt to throw a rock at his loopy brother, when he suddenly felt a sort of heat wave come from behind him. Confused, he put the rock down and reached up to feel his burning forehead. "Okay.. Don't think that came from any fever.." He turned towards his brother, now lying on the ground. "Hey Donny, did you feel that?" His brother was babbling to himself again, but he paused briefly to whisper something and Raphael picked out the word 'warm' more than once. "So it's not just me, huh?" He turned around as best he could to face the wall he was leaning on. He placed his hands on the stone and found it warm to the touch. "Whattya know? It is hotter on this side. Huh... Don wouldn't have told me this for nothin'." He paused to consider what he had just said, and meanwhile his brother was singing about echo location in the background. "Ah, okay. Sane Don wouldn't have." He cracked his knuckles one at a time. "He had to be on to somethin' important." He put his hands back on the wall and pushed against it for a minute. He took a quick break to spit on his hands and rub them together, "I'm a ninja. I will not be beaten by a stupid rock." He took a deep breath and then pressed his hands back against the stone, grunting as he pushed as hard as he could.

After what seemed like hours of pushing he could feel himself sliding backwards along the floor since his lame feet weren't providing any grip. He was about to give up when he suddenly felt two hands on his shell. They pushed him back towards the wall and then arms reached around either side of him, stretched out to where his own hands were on the stone, and began pushing. Surprised, Raphael took his hands off of the wall. "Donny?"

Donatello planted his feet down hard as he pushed with all his might against the stubborn rock. "Don't stop now, I think it budged!" he hissed through clenched teeth. Raphael nodded and started again. Now that his brother was behind him with his arms on either side, Raphael could push even harder using Donatello's body as a wall to stop him from sliding. "Put some.. ugh.. muscle into it..!" He was only pushing as hard as he could for about a second before the two brothers suddenly felt the wall fly forwards.

Suddenly leaning full force on nothing, Donatello, who was standing a bit above his brother, went rocketing forwards over his head in what was almost a superman pose, accidentally hooking one of his feet around the back of Raphael's neck, bringing both turtles flying forwards in a heap on the ground. Intense heat and light instantly flooded into the tiny room making them cry out and cover their eyes.

"Don?" Raphael asked with tears streaming from his stinging eyes, clamped tightly shut, "What the shell just happened?"

Donatello was ferociously wiping at his eyes, rubbing away the dust and trying to squint in the bright light. But his efforts were futile since the two turtles might as well have been in a snowstorm. They had lost track of how long they had spent in the dark, and their eyes just couldn't adjust to the sudden ability to see. At least not very quickly. "Well, I don't know about you, but I can't see a thing." When his brother only responded with a sarcastic grunt, he continued, still pawing at his burning eyes. "I'm guessing we found a hidden door. Like I was saying, there had to be a way they got us in here, and when I felt the heat coming from behind you, I knew there was something there." He slowly opened his eyes to a squint, and finding the light not as blinding as it was a minute ago, he began to get up. "I was right! It was a door! I think if I look at the hinges I can figure out- Wah!"

He yelled in surprise as he was grabbed and pulled down to the ground from behind him. Raphael was hanging onto his arm in a death-grip and still had his eyes squeezed shut, tears still streaming from them due to the light. "Sit. There is no stinkin' way you're goin' anywhere until you tell me what you're on."

Donatello tried to shake him off but he wouldn't let go, and gripped a little harder. "What I'm on? Is this a joke? Come on, let's get out of here!"

Raphael shook his arm roughly. "Don't even pretend you don't remember what jus' happened. You were skippin' and singin', and talkin' about Mikey's cat or somethin'! If you were just messing with me I officially hate you."

Frowning, Donatello ripped his arm out of his brother's grip and knelt down in front of him. "Raph.." he said quietly, still managing to startle his still blind brother, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was telling you about the heat coming from behind you and then you started pushing on the wall so I came and helped.."

Raphael opened his eyes, squinting at Donatello. "Tell me you're kidding. It's the tranq, Don! Those wackos musta put something weird in it and it's only affecting you now! I'm telling you, for twenty minutes you were babbling your face off about who knows what!" Donatello looked like he was thinking for a second, and then his face lit up and he put his hand on Raphael's forehead, still burning.

"Maybe this is more serious than I thought. And I thought it was pretty serious." He frowned worriedly while he glanced down at Raphael's four hugely swollen toes. "I think you're getting delirious."

Raphael smacked his hand away. "Don, no! I'm tellin' ya, you went nuts! You gotta believe me so next time you feel funny you can sit down or somethin' an' I don't have to go through that again!"

Donatello said nothing else. He only shook his head, stood up, and poked his head around the door. After a minute he was back, "Just like I thought. The hinges were on the other side, and the handle. It's an ancient stone door that was rebuilt with modern tools so it only opens from one side." He rubbed his hands together and teasingly flexed his biceps. "But nothing's too modern for a ninja to break, huh?" Raphael only glared at him.

Donatello sighed and bent down again. "Raph, don't take it personally, it's not your fault. You're seriously hurt, and-"

"I know what I frikkin' heard my own brother say. And it's not about takin' anything personally. It's about you not getting us killed." Raphael's voice was cold and stern. "Now can we just get the shell outta here?" Silently, Donatello bent down, pulled his older brother onto his back, and walked through the door.

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