A/N: I know what you're thinking. Well FINALLY! It seems every time I put a chapter up, I'm apologising for the delay. Probably because of the huge delay. In addition to the customary apology, I'd like to add a giant-sized thank you to anyone who hasn't thrown their hands up in dispair and given up on me.

---Donatello---

Slowly, my consciousness returns. So obviously it was JUST sleeping gas. I'm not really sure that's a good thing though, because it means that someone has plans for us. And plans that involve gassing aren't usually fun.

Leaving my eyes closed for the moment, I start to take stock of my environment. I appear to be strapped down to something, and strapped down very firmly. They've even taken the time to put each of my fingers in an individual strap. Not good. Whoever's got us, they clearly don't want us escaping, but they also knew it was us. Otherwise why would there only be six finger straps?

Moving onto sound, I can hear Mike quietly complaining about his head and Raph and Leo having a heated, but whispered argument. They're not even loud enough for me to make out any words. But of course that could just be that Mikey's being too loud. Under all that, there is a low electrical hum. Probably a security system.

I crack my eyes open slowly, squinting at the harsh light.

"Hey, Donny! You're finally awake!" Mike yells.

"Yeah," I reply, surprised at how gravely my voice sounds. "So what's the plan guys?"

Silence reigns for a moment, before Leo sighs. "I really don't know. We have no idea where we are, who's got us, or what's happened to Master Splinter."

"I think I saw him hightailing it outta there, but I could be wrong," Raph says quietly.

"And who knows what could have happened even if he did get out."

That is definitely a sobering thought. I'm almost glad that the door opens at that moment, cutting off any dwelling on that. At least, it sounds like the door; I can't exactly sit up and take a look for myself.

Not knowing who is holding us captive is making me more than a little nervous. If I at least had a known enemy, then I would have some idea of what they'd want.

"There you are my dear. Our enemies. Captive. Helpless. And about to pay for their crimes."

That sounds like… oh no.

A motor starts up somewhere, and the table I'm strapped to slowly tilts upright, allowing me to see the occupants of the room.

My suspicions of the voice are correct. The Shredder. The Shredder's got us. But who was he talking to?

Someone comes out from behind him. My brothers gasp in surprise, but I'm too shocked to make a sound. Amy.

"Amy! You all right?" Mikey calls.

"Why would you care, slime?" she responds, shooting Mike a look of pure loathing.

"Amy, babe? Don't you recognise me? It's Mike! Loveable old Mike!"

Her look of loathing turns to one of barely contained hatred. "Master," she says through gritted teeth, "May I have your permission to withdraw? The mere sight of these monsters disgusts me."

Shredder nods, his eyes gloating.

"Amy!" I cry, unable to stop me voice from breaking. What have they done to her? As she leaves she turns and comes back to me. Fixing me with a glare of hatred, she spits full in my face, then leaves without a backwards glance.

In a daze, I see Shredder walk up to me. "She is mine now." He moves out of my field of vision for a moment, then returns carrying what looks like a scalpel. "And so are you."

He chuckles to himself, as if he just told a great joke. I vaguely hear my brothers calling out to me, but the only thing filling my mind as the vicious little tool descends towards me is the look that was on Amy's face.

---Amy---

Sometimes I really don't understand my Master. Why he would insist that I be the one to go and tend to those monsters' wounds is beyond me. He said it was so that I could learn to deal with my ordeal, but… I don't know.

Standing still for a moment in front of the cell door, I take a deep breath to prepare myself before entering. Hopefully they will all still be unconscious. Hopefully but not likely.

As I enter and take stock of the room – and the enemy's wounds, I realise that it's not all bad. At least I get to see them suffer. I shake myself mentally. I might as well get it over with; sooner is better than later.

I'll start with the leader.

I move over to him, and start disinfecting his wounds with the solution in the bottle I was given. That's all they're getting. Just to make sure that they don't get infections and die too soon. I'm severely tempted to hurt him on purpose, but then he'd probably wake up and I'd have to talk to him.

Finished with him, I move on the next. I manage to get through three of them without any of them waking up, so things are looking hopefull for me not having to talk to any of them.

Last but not least, Donatello. Then I can get out of here and have a long hot shower. Hopefully that'll let me scrub off the feeling of contamination, but I doubt it.

Just a minute into the procedure, he frowns. He's stirring.

Oh great. Just great. Fantastic in fact. Fan-freaking-tastic.

"Amy," he croaks.

I just ignore him. That's probably going to be easiest.

"Amy talk to me. What's going on?"

That does it. "I have nothing to say to you, not after what you did," I begin, jaw clenched, so angry I feel like I'm about to burst. "And you know very whell what's happening; you're paying for your crimes."

He looks surprised. "Crimes? What are you talking about?"

Why is he trying to pretend that he's innocent? Does he really think that I'm stupid enough to believe him?

"Well let's see… Kidnapping, threats, assault. And that's just to me."

"I- I don't understand!" he stammers.

"You don't understand?!" I hiss from between clenched teeth, "You have the gall to take me from my master, hold me ransom, beat me, and then – and then you lie about it! You're despicable!"

He just stares up at me, looking as if he's in shock. "What? Do you have nothing to say now? No more lies?"

His mouth opens as if to speak, but for a moment, no words come out. "He's brainwashed you," he whispers.

I roll my eyes. "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"So you don't remember do you?" he begins. "Your fall down the manhole, how I found you and brought you home with me. How you came to stay with us. You're time with us. Training with Raph? Our trip above to see the stars? None of it?"

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" I bluster, privately thinking, Why does he seem to be so sinscere? No one is that good of a liar, are they?

He sighs and I look back at him. "That means you don't even know that I…" he trails off, smiling bitterly. "Of course you wouldn't. I never said anything after all."

Now I have no idea what he's referring to, but the look in his eyes is disturbing. There is such a longing there. I can't deal with this.

"I- I'm finished now," I stammer, unable to keep my voice steady. "I have to go."

Once outside, I lean against the closed cell door. While I'm relieved to be away from him, the distance has done little. Why would he say those things if they were truly lies? Down the hall, a guard is looking at me curiously, but I don't care. My life's foundation has been shaken. What if his words were the truth? What if I have been brainwashed.

What if my entire life as I know it is a lie?