So...i'm sitting here trying to think of something funny, quirky, or clever to say, but i'm drawing blanks. So i'll leave you wonderful readers with this. STAY IN SCHOOL! ...AND IF YOU'RE ALREADY OUT OF SCHOOL! ...I DON'T KNOW! ...i need to go to bed. But before i take a nap! I leave you guys with a little something Me, Amonraphoenix, and DarkUnderworld cooked up for you all. Christmas comes early this year! Ok...i'm blabbering, i need to go to bed now. So Goodnight World. Goodnight readers. Goodnight Mom. Goodnight homlessman that lives next to the dumpster near my house and screams at me randomly.

And most importantly, ENJOY!

I still own nothing, except my thoughts and dreams. Actually i don't even know if i own those! Its a conspiracy.

EDIT: Ok so Amonraphoenix just informed me that i was missing POV breaks in this chapter, so for anyone who has already read it and was like "What the hell am i reading!" Sorry!

The flashlight slipped out of Don's numb fingers and hit the ground with a sharp bang. Shouting Mikey's name, Don ran to the newly filled hole with his brother buried inside, and began burrowing as best as he could through the rocks. Don's breath grew heavier, filled with pain, as he felt every muscle strain with the laborious movement.

"MIKEY!" Don screamed, feeling tears begin to roll down his face. "Please, Mikey!" He shouted. He reached deep inside and pulled more and more rocks out, feeling the jagged edges scrape and tear at his skin. He ignored the pain and continued mutilating his arm in his attempt to find his younger brother, cursing to himself that his other arm was still broken and useless.

He feared the worst. Mikey was already in rough shape and shouldn't have been exerting himself in the first place, and now he was buried underneath a heavy, crushing amount of rock. From what Donatello could observe with the rubble he dredged from the hole, things did not look good.

Don's arm became too weak to move another rock; he slammed his palm against the wall as hard as he could and slid to the floor in bitter, heart-wrenching defeat. He wept softly his grief palatable as he tasted the wet, salty tears of his failure. "Please, God, just give me a break…Please" He begged. He sniffed and placed his ear on the rock. "Mikey? Can you hear me?" He called softly.

There was no answer. He shook his head and covered his face with his good arm, briefly in sorrow before -in a fit of pure anger- he smashed his fist into the ground. Why did I let him keep digging? He berated himself bitterly.

"WHY?" He smashed his fist into the ground again, feeling the skin on his knuckles tear and begin to bleed. He studied the crimson blood, watching it spread to every area on his hand. Then he studied his forearm, which was covered with light scratches, and deep lacerations. Each injury bled, the dark crimson of fresh blood staining his skin, the red bright against the olive green of his skin.

"Mikey…" Don whispered forlornly, leaning the back of his head against the cool, rough stone surface. "Mikey…Christmas i-is…just around the corner. Do you know what I got you?" Don closed his eyes and felt more hot tears of misery and grief stream down his icy cold cheeks. "A…A Powell Golden Dragon Flying Dragon Complete Skateboard…you know…the one with the dragon on it…the one you always wanted. I even modified it a bit so it can hover."

Icy silence ate at Don's heart, as he tried to wipe away the tears with his hand, but only added crimson wetness to his already damp cheeks. "I got it for you Mikey…I got it…Just for you so you can't be… dead." Don smiled sadly, and then chuckled bitterly. "This is…this is one hell of a Christmas, Mikey." Don dashed away the tears and blood again, feeling every inch of his body cry out with pain.

...

"RAPH!"

Silence

"RAPH!"

Leo quickly staggered to his feet and ran along the edge of the river, searching for his brother. "RAPH! ANSWER ME!" He screamed. He ran back, searching the surface of the icy river, before his foot got caught in a snow covered crack, twisting his ankle and forcing him to the ground hard. He screamed and clutched at his ankle in excruciating pain.

He clenched his teeth together tightly and looked towards the other side of the river; seeing the bear watching him sinisterly, almost with smugness on its features.

Leo glared bitterly at the bear as it paced along the shoreline. He wanted to rant and rave at the bear, at God, at Fate for having cost him so much pain, and for the loss of his brothers. But he knew there was no point, no one would listen to him anyway.

Leonardo stood, ignoring the pain in his ankle. He stared at the bear, daring -no, not even- more like begging the bear to cross the frigid expanse and take Leo's life; ending his bitter, grief-stricken suffering.

The bear took one last look at him, snorted out a warm puff of air, and turned, no longer interested in is escaped dinner.

Leo collapsed to his knees, hanging his head in defeat.

He lifted his head and looked around, spotting the top of the New York City skyline in the distance above the trees. "We were so close, Raph…it's…it's right there." Leo said wretchedly.

...

Leo didn't know how much time had passed before he began to shiver violently; the cold weakening his reptile body severely. He slid his hand out of the pile of snow and curled his fingers into a fist, unable to feel anything. He shook his head and sat up, feeling the skin around his ankle press painfully against the inside of his boot. He carefully slid the boot off and examined the severely swollen ankle. He picked up some snow and placed it on the tender spot, hoping to reduce the swelling. He looked back at the river, not wanting to think about Raph, but unable to force his mind away from thoughts of his hot-headed brother.

A dark object suddenly caught his attention; something was pressed up on the underside of the ice. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly crawled over to the spot.

"RAPH!" He screamed in horror, seeing his younger brother trapped beneath the ice, motionless.

He panicked and slammed his fist into the hard, unforgiving surface of the ice. A small crack appeared, but it wasn't enough to break his brother free. He cursed and smashed his elbow against the ice, cracking it a little more. He yelled and tried once more, the ice shattering on impact. Leo blinked, momentarily stunned that he was able to break through the ice before his frantic arms quickly plunged into the sub-zero water and latched onto the sopping, partially frozen fabric of, Raph's coat. Leo swiftly pulled him up and onto the surface of the ice.

He stood up and dragged Raph away from the river and onto the snow covered shore; while he to ignore the intense, throbbing pain in his ankle. When he couldn't bear it any longer, he collapsed, hitting the ground, his ankle was thankfully numb from the effort. He quickly crawled to Raph's side and pressed his numb, shaking fingers desperately against Raph's throat searched for a pulse.

He found none.

"No, Raph stay with me, please!" Leo begged, laying Raph flat and opening his mouth so that he could breathe a puff of air into his motionless lungs. Leo lifted his head up and placed both palms on his brothers' plastron, pressing down hard.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"Come on, Raph!" Leo snarled, blowing another desperate puff of air into his brothers' mouth, before moving back to his chest.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"Wake up you selfish bastard!" Leo barked, pressing harder and harder on his brother's frighteningly unmoving chest. "I refuse to lose another brother… I can't. You hear me, Raph, you don't get to die! Not on my watch! "

Stillness

"WAKE UP!" Leo bellowed, slamming his fist down on Raph's chest, right above his heart and waited in tense silence.

Raph continued to lie deathly still on the rocky shore.

Leo reluctantly gave up and sat back, staring blankly at the lifeless body of his younger brother. "Raph!" He whispered wretchedly.

Darkness began swarming around the edges of his vision as stark, harsh realization struck him; ravaging what remain of his will to keep living.

Splinter was dying.

Don was dead.

Raph was dead.

Mikey was most likely moments away from dying himself.

Leo closed his eyes as his head began to pound painfully with heart wrenching grief and sorrow. He pulled the backpack from his back and reached inside pulling out a thermal sleeping bag and wrapping it tightly around Raph's cold body and himself. He then placed his hand on Raph's cold forehead and spoke softly. "I'm sorry, Raph…this wasn't supposed to happen."

Without anything left to lose, he lay down on the snow next to his brother, wrapping his arms around Raph's chest before he laid his head on Raph's still plastron. Eyelids heavy from exhaustion and cold, he thought of a time before this, a better time; a time with all of his brothers and his father together, happy and carefree. Never in his life did he think that something like this was going to happen.

They're all dead.

Leo felt a tear trickle out of the corner of his eye as he stared up into the sky and the noon day sun, his thoughts filled with his family; his gradually closed against his will to keep them open, his breathing got slower and slower. With a final soft breath Leo went limp against his brother.

...

Don shook his head. "Come on Don, for Mikey" He said to himself encouragingly.

He grabbed the edge of a rock with his good arm and carefully pulled himself up, muscles screaming in protest. Don stood up and leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Without thinking, he began digging through the rock again with his good arm, trying desperately to ignore the pain and get his brother out of the hole.

Don felt his finger brush against something that was much softer then rock; he froze for a heartbeat before he quickly grabbed the flashlight and shined it in the hole. His heart sank when he saw Mikey's limp hand sticking out from within the rocks. "Mikey!" He cried out in horror. He set the flashlight down and hurriedly cleared the rocks away from Mike's limp form.

Don's muscles ached with exhaustion, his arm was numb, but he had to get Mikey out. He grabbed another rock and threw it back in the lair, his heart clenching in anguish as Mikey's head was revealed. He quickly went to work at clearing the rocks carefully from around his baby brother's swollen forehead.

Once the rubble had been cleared away from Mikey's head and torso, he grabbed Mikey's arm and slowly and cautiously pulled him out; the rocks scraping the wrapping on Mikey's other arm, exposing his still burnt skin.

Don felt his slight feeling of hope waver as Mikey's feet dragged along the floor as he - partial pulled, partial carried - his brother over to where the blankets were, and laid him down gently, resting the swollen part of his head gradually on to the two pillows. He placed two fingers on Mikey's throat, checking for a pulse.

He found one, but it was intermittent and growing weaker by the second.

Don realized that there was nothing he could do but wait for Mikey to wake up on his own… hopefully. He covered Mikey with two blankets and curled up close to his baby brother; feeling the exhaustion he had been fighting against consume him. Pain coursed through every part of Don's body; his muscles were on fire and his head felt like it was going to explode from the migraine.

He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. He felt as if death was quickly closing in. He felt tears sting his eyes as he reached over and grabbed the flashlight, switching it off and covering himself with a blanket as he curled against Mikey's now all too still body.

"See you on the other side, Mikey" Don whispered sorrowfully, as his eyes slid closed, not knowing if either of them would ever wake up again.