Got my dirty, oh God so dirty One-Shot up and posted! :D If you'd like, check it out!

Leo glanced backwards at Mikey as the orange-clad turtle came up behind him, slowly putting his hands on the blue-clad turtle's shoulders to warn him of his presence. Leo relaxed a bit as Mikey slowly started to rub them, something they both knew would help him greatly right now.

Leo was soon on the floor, humming silently, sending vibrations through his plastron as Mike continued to massage his shoulders. No words were exchanged for a while as Leo's eyes started to cloud as he let himself go to Mike's calming, relaxing touch.

They both knew Leo was highly susceptible to falling into a trance-like state when Mike gave him these massages, but Leo was fine with it right now if it'd let him detach from reality for at least a while.

Mike smiled as Leo leaned backwards on his plastron, eyes glazed completely as he detached from reality. "Hey, Leo…" he said as softly as he could, just barely breaking though Leo's conscious.

The blue-clad turtle shifted his hand in response.

"What's really going on in your head?" Mikey asked gently, knowing Leo would respond honestly, if at all.

"Don't know… real memories… from fake… uncomfortable… with you guys… can't tell…"

Leo had a tear streaming down his blank face.

"I'm a jerk…" the blue-masked turtle sighed, putting his cheek on Mike's plastron sleepily, and Mike immediately wondered if he'd gotten enough sleep recently.

"Why don't you take a little nap, bro?" Mike suggested, and Leo blinked blearily, nodding obediently, humming softly, sending more relaxing vibrations through his plastron. His eyes were already drooping, and he was soon snoozing on Mikey's lap. The orange-clad turtle then realized the position he was stuck in, and straightened his legs a bit.

Leo shifted, but didn't wake.

Raph and Don were in the lab still as Don gave Raph Splinter's new diagnosis. The cut and bruise weren't that serious, but they needed to look out for infection.

"Ya think Karai has somethin' that can help him?" Raph asked.

Don scoffed, going to his computer. "Why would she make a cure? She wants Leo this way, obviously; she's had it out for him for months."

Raph sighed, looking at his father, who was breathing deeply. The rat looked so feeble, more so than usual, with his thin bones and frail appearance.

"...So how can we help him?" he finally asked his purple-favoring brother, who was going through different drugs, trying to see if they'd used any of the normal over-the-counter or even prescription drugs on Leo to make him this way.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Don muttered bitterly.

Raph bit his lip, obviously wanting to say something, but also not wanting to. Don glanced over at him and saw his hesitant expression. "What is it, Raph?"

Raph sighed, rubbing his head. "What if we can't help him?" he finally asked, feeling a weight being lifted off his chest.

Don blinked, his expression not changing. He then closed his eyes, putting a hand between his eyes to squeeze the bridge of his nose. "Can you… not say that?" he asked gently, his tone hiding something else.

Raph immediately put his hands out. "I meant that, maybe he has to fight this on his own!" he corrected himself, glancing at their father as he shifted, groaning.

"Master?" Don asked, scrambling over to see his father as he woke up. The grey rat's black eyes slowly opened, and a small groan pushed past his lips. "How are you feeling, father?" Don asked, going over his injuries again.

"I am… fine, Donatello," the rat assured, sitting up with his genius son's help. "Where is… Where is Leonardo?" he asked as he took the offered water bottle from the red-clad turtle's hand.

"Leo? He's, uh… in da dojo," Raph offered quietly. At Splinter's stern look, he knew to go get the blue-clad turtle. He scrambled out, going toward the dojo.

He stopped short as he saw the sight before him. Mike and Leo sat on the floor, leaning against a weapons rack, Leo sound asleep on the younger's plastron, and the orange-clad turtle obviously on the brink of sleep himself. Raph smiled lightly, leaving them.

"Leo's um, sleepin'," he announced as he got back to the lab.

Don looked at him questioningly, but the red-clad turtle just shrugged.

Splinter looked at him through narrowed eyes.

Raph looked back. "I ain't lyin' Masta," he said defiantly, because he wasn't.

Splinter nodded as he saw no lie in his son's eyes. "I am… sure that he is quite tired. When he awakens, you will immediately send him to me, Raphael," he requested/ordered. Raph nodded obediently, leaving and closing the door, heading back towards the dojo to see if Mike was out yet.

He snickered at the funnier scene; Mike was completely laid down with Leo on top of him, almost like a kitten.

He heard a whimper.

He looked closer at his elder brother, who he now realized had tears streaming down his face. He slowly walked over, grabbing the blue-clad turtle gently and pulling him off Mike, letting the mute teen cry silently in his sleep, the tears leaking onto his shoulder. "Leo…" the hothead said gently.

Leo whimpered silently into his shoulder, the noise nothing more than a silent whistle in his throat.

"Leo, c'mon. Yer havin' a nightmare; wake up," Raph tried again, a bit louder, but not wanting to wake Michelangelo.

Leo's eyes snapped open, and he turned to face Raph. He immediately scrambled away, his eyes not completely aware. He then ground his teeth, standing. His blank eyes somehow glared daggers into the hothead. "Why didn't you find me…?" he asked, the words squeaks from his abused throat.

"What?" Raph asked him, standing tentatively.

"I thought you would find me… I couldn't get out. The door was unlocked, and you didn't come…!" Leo ranted on, his smoker voice echoing through the room. It wasn't his voice; it was nothing. It was just sound, turning into words. Not his voice. He couldn't have his voice. It was gone. Don had taken it. No, it was Karai. He was so confused. Yet he still went on. "I had to go through 6 MONTHS of torture, and you guys were just sitting here! Lounging, figuring I'd find my own way home!"

Raph stared at him. "We didn't know where ya was!" he retorted, trying to get his brother out of his haze, reaching towards the panicked turtle.

Leo stepped away, and Raph found it remarkable what Mike could sleep through and how sound-proof the lab doors were.

"You-You knew! The door was unlocked, you could've just-just opened it! No guards! No lock! My weapons were right there! No chains!" Leo continued, tears streaming down his face and onto his chin and plastron, his mask soaked in his sadness. "Who else would've taken me!?"

"Purple Dragons? Bishop? Someone new! Government scientists, for all we knew! We couldn't just storm Foot Tower without bein' at least a little sure ya was dere!" Raph growled, anger seeping into his system.

Leo's eyes widened. They then narrowed. "Why didn't you look for me?!" he screamed hoarsely, sobs tearing at his throat as more tears streamed down his cheeks. "I've been good! I fought bad guys! I helped defeat Shredder!" More sobs, his eyes scrunching closed. "I saved you guys so many freaking times! But when I need your help, you guys lay on your lazy shells and think 'eh, he'll be fine. He always is!'" Coughs racked his body, his throat dry and aching from overexertion.

Raph tried to reach for his brother again, instinctively, but Leo pulled away once again. "Leo, c'mon, calm down, yer hurtin' yerself."

No, no, no, he couldn't calm down! His brothers hadn't come for him, and he had been trapped there when the freaking door was OPEN!

"WHY DIDN'T YOU FIND ME?!" he screeched, sobs tearing further into his throat as Mike startled awake, and Leo dropped to his knees, hands covering his soaked face as he sobbed.

Done! Really emotional! Got sad just writing it! xD Plz review~! BYE!

Shadow