Hey, I'm back. Thank you to GUEST01, Glazier Blue, Datninjaturtle + AndiKaneUnderwood for reviewing the last chapter. Sorry for the short delay, but I've recently started some new hours in my job and am busy with those. This may mean I might not be updating for a little bit as well.

Anyway. Back to the story. See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's go.

"Donatello." Leatherheads voice came whispering to him though the darkness. "Don-a-tel-lo…"

A knot of fear appeared in Donatello's stomach as he quickly opened his eyes. There was no way this was possible, he told himself logically. He was just at home with Splinter and his brothers. Mikey had just given him soup. There was no way…

A hand lay heavy on his carapace and Donnie – by this point frantic with fear – looked up to see Leatherhead – who seemed to have somehow grown in size since he last saw him – standing above him and smiling a wide smile that displayed all his many teeth.

Leatherhead looked down at him, opened his mouth and began talking, although the strange thing was Donnie couldn't actually hear him. Not over the blood rushing around inside his cranium.

"LISTEN TO ME!" Leatherhead suddenly bellowed and the young turtle gasped as pain shot up through his knee, excruciating pain that was so great that surely the knee must be being dislocated. It was the only explanation. The only explanation…

"Donnie!" Leo's voice came from nowhere, and Donnie instantly started looking for him.

"What do you think you're doing!?"claws dug into his face as Leatherhead grabbed it and pulled the young turtle up towards him, coldly ignoring his yells as he did so.

"Donatello! Can you hear me?" Leonardo sounded strangely calm. Unnaturally calm considering the circumstances…

"You are never getting out of here." Leatherhead said, looking Donnie straight in the eyes. "You are mine, Donatello. Got that? You. Are. Mine-"

Another spasm of pain went up his leg and Donnie screeched as his leg felt like it was setting on fire.

"DONATELLO, WAKE UP!"

In Donnie's room Leo was shaking his brother as hard as he dared, trying to drown out the harsh whimpers and occasionally shouts of pain that were emitting from his brother's mouth.

"Donatello! Can you hear me?" Leo asked, trying his best to keep calm. The last thing Donnie needed was someone panicking.

In response Donatello gave an ear-splitting shriek and Leo – making an executive decision to sod being calm – yelled back. "DONATELLO, WAKE UP!"

With yet another screech Donatello woke up, sitting up with such force he headbutted Leo in the snout causing him to fall backwards onto the floor in the process.

The commotion brought Splinter, Mikey and Raph – who had clearly re-appeared at some point - barrelling into the room.

Splinter immediately went over to Donatello to try and calm him down via speaking soothingly to him, Raph following him.

Mikey – feeling it would be a good idea not to over-crowd Donnie, headed over to Leo and, helping him up, muttered. "Are you alright, bro?"

Leo, one arm slung round Mikey and the other one clutching the back of his head, muttered back. "Just great, Mike…"

The youngest turtle cast an eye over to Donnie and – seeing he was beginning to calm down a little – said. "Let's head to the infirmary shall we, dear brother? After all, one injured turtle is enough…" Mikey kept talking all the way to said infirmary and, after getting his oldest brother sat down and comfortable, dabbed cotton wool at the back of his head all while still talking. "Yeah, so I think Donnie will be fine really." He was saying now. "Given a bit of time and help. Of course it's more helpful now we know for sure Leatherhead is dead-"

"Raphie found the body then?" Leo asked.

Mikey's eyes sparkled as he clicked his fingers and pointed them at his oldest brother with a smirk. "I'll tell him you called him Raphie-"

"-Don't you dare." Leo warned. "It just slipped out-"

"- You haven't called him that since you were, like, 10-"

"-And I never will again! It just slipped out. Now, can we focus on the main issue? Did Raph find Leathercreep or not?"

In response Mikey made a high-pitched sound and waved his hand around to indicate a fifty-fifty.

Leo frowned. "What do you mean, fifty-fifty? He either found him or he didn't, there's no in-between."

"Weeeeeeeeell." Mikey began. "He didn't find the body exactly but he did find a blood-trail leading to the edge of a building, so he thinks Leatherhead fell of the edge of the building."

"So, he found the body at the bottom of the building then?"

Mikey paused. "…He didn't say."

"Oh for-!" Leo stood up sharply and immediately wished he hadn't as the room spun. Steadying himself on the wall he hissed. "If Splinter doesn't need him imminently can you ask him to get his shell here now, please?"

Mikey saluted and skidded to Donnie's room. Knocking on the door he waited until it was flung open by Raphael.

"Whaddya want Mikey?" His red-banded brother growled. "It might have escaped your limited brain cells but we are in the middle of something here-"

Orange held his hands up and gabbled. "Not me – Leo. He wants a word with you. Or a status report rather. On Leatherhead."

Raph blinked. Then - muttering un-complimentary things about the young leader under his breath – he stalked off, leaving Mikey to poke his head round the door and ask if there was anything he could do.

"No thank you, Michelangelo." Splinter said, without facing him. "I think we have it under control. I would however like some pain relief, if you could be so kind as to get some from the infirmary?"

Mikey craned his neck and saw Donnie, who did look calmer than he had five minutes ago, but was also looking around the room like he was expecting something to come out the walls and attack him. Or someone rather, Mikey thought, as he nodded understandingly and shut the door.

"Is it possible to kill someone twice?" Mikey wondered before heading to the infirmary.

As he got closer he could hear raised voices that indicated his two oldest brothers were going at it again. Mikey sighed as he heard Leonardo yelling.

"All I'm trying to say, Raphael - if you'll listen to me - is I can't believe you didn't check the bottom of the building-"

"Leo, for the thousandth time, I'm telling you I didn't need to!"

"Raphael-"

"No you listen to me, lame-a-nardo! I didn't need to because the marks indicated that Leatherhead didn't just get up and walk off the building!"

A beat. "How did he get of it then?" Leo asked, sounding just as confused as Mikey felt.

Another beat. Then. "He was dragged."