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He raised his katana, bringing the sharp blade near his face, blocking the same weapon from inflicting any damage. Well, any further damage. He seethed from the weight of his opponent but his adrenaline kicked. He exerted his muscles and pushed harder against the enemy, pushing them to his feet. Streams of blood fell to the rooftop from his various injuries. The blood painted his body, concealing the soft green into one of dark crimson. His normal blue mask was worn and ragged, nearly falling apart. His body was starting to shake from the extreme pressure he was putting on it as his injuries screamed for him to rest. They pleaded for relief but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Not as long as those luminescent eyes stared through his soul.

They were still but carried no sort of comforting emotion. They were shown with hate and satisfaction. The devilish smirk partnered the eerie glow of his eyes. The shadows of the night concealed the true identity of the foe, the moon illuminating various features such as the metallic armor that covered the enemy from head to toe, the jagged helmet that only allowed Leo to see the figure's eyes and vicious smirk. There were no words spoken between the two. The only sounds that were made were the clash of weapons and the grunts that followed.

Leo readied himself for the next strike. He didn't know how he came to be here or why. The last thing he remembered was heading off to bed after a long night of searching for his missing brother. It had been a week. One full week since the capture of Donatello and neither Leo or his brothers or any of their allies had found a single clue as to where he was taken. There were no clues and every night of constant failure had begun to take its toll on the group. So much so that Leo had finally decided to get some rest to clear his troubling thoughts. Next thing he knew he was on top of this destitute rooftop, fighting some unknown enemy.

Yet, the enemy seemed familiar. The armor resembled something he had seen and grown to fear in the past, belonging to an ever lasting enemy that had been defeated not too long ago, but it didn't feel right. The ninja's moves weren't ones he had faced before, the moves were a stranger to him. The ninja himself though. Leo couldn't wrap his head around the feelings his inner self was feeling. It was odd.

The figure raised his katana, his body language steady and firm. He brought his weapon down on Leo once again. As Leo prepared to dodge, the enemy pulled his weapon back, placing a heavy kick on the turtle's side in less than a second. Leo was stunned from the unexpected impact, his body fell to the cold, bloody floor. He grunted, holding his side as he pushed himself upright, back into his standing position. He gripped his katana harder, staring the foe down.

"Who are you!" Leo yelled, his voice echoing through the night. His breathing quickened as the adrenaline wore. He could feel the energy deplete his body but he didn't care. All he wanted was some answers.

"Have you forgotten already? You know who I am, Leonardo." The man said, pulling off his helmet to reveal his face. To Leo's family, the face would be unrecognizable, the voice unknown, but not to Leo. His pupils thinned, his body felt numb as he looked into the eyes of the unmasked man. He'd only seen the man once but that was enough to make his blood run cold and send shivers down his body.

Osamu.

Leo's locked onto the man, letting nothing falter him. He met Osamu a week ago, and hadn't seen or heard from the man since. Leo didn't remember much of what Osamu had told him, but that wasn't the big issue. No, what made Leo's heart pump with hate was the fact that Osamu was the one responsible for Donnie's capture. The devilish man had sent his team of ninjas to attack both him and Donnie while they were on patrol, separated from the rest of their team. The fight was brutal, both Leo and Donnie had been injured during it but in the end, it wasn't the injuries that made the ambush utterly heartbreaking. Leo had been forced to watch as his second youngest brother lying helpless in an unconscious state as Osamu revealed his appearance. The man had towered over them, mimicking their greatest enemy.

Despite Leo's struggles, the ninjas' grip didn't lighten in any way. He watched as Osamu drew nearer. He feared for a moment that the man was going to take the situation to his advantage and inflict serious damage on the brotherly pair. In a way, he had. Osamu never caused physical harm to them but the emotional harm was just, if not, more difficult than any wound Leo had received in his lifetime. The man had explained his plan, as villains often do, informing Leo that he had the intent of leaving the fight with his brother. Yet, it was the last words Osamu had spoken to Leo that shook the leader to his very core. Words that he hadn't even spoken to his brothers about, the fear of them being true was just too great.

"The only way you'll find your brother is when I intend for it. Heed this warning Leonardo. The next time you see Donatello, he won't be the same. No, when you see your precious little brother again, his loyalties will lie with me."

Those words stuck close to Leo's heart. They taunted him. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that they were false, that they would never come to pass, the fear of their truth creeped into his mind, absorbing his thoughts. His emotions clouded with fear as he told himself time and time again that there was no way for his words to come to pass. Leo couldn't help it though. Something just felt different about Osamu. He wasn't like other foes they faced, mind the eerie resemblance to Shredder that is. Still, there was just something different about the Bushi leader that drove Leo harder when he practiced or searched for his brother.

"Where is my brother?" Leo asked, his tone acting as a warning for whatever answer Osamu had in store.

"Somewhere where you will never find him." Osamu laughed. The two ninjas began circling one another, their weapon at the ready for whomever was to strike next. The atmosphere above them shook with a rigorous thunder.

"You're wrong. Wherever you're keeping my brother, I will find him." Leo said, his eyes never leaving Osamu's, keeping his glare cold.

"Not this time. Has it been that long that you already have forgotten my last words to you?" Osamu smirked, "You're not going to see Donatello until I say otherwise. It may happen soon or maybe never.."

Leo sneered. "My brothers and I won't stop searching for him. We'll bring him home and take you down. I swear it, we're going to make you regret the day you took one of our own." Leo pulled out his other katana. The anger radiating off of him was too much for him to handle. The sky poured down on them. A mixture of rain and sweat raced down Leo's body.

He charged to Osamu, his grip tightening as he increased his speed. His swords hit Osamu's katana with a loud clang. The swords glistened in the moonlight. "I will save him." Leo said through gritted teeth.

"You'll be too late. By the time you see Donatello, he'll be unrecognizable. I'll be the one he follows and seeks comfort from. His extraordinary gifts will work in my favor. Everything about the Donatello you know will be nothing short of broken remains."

Leo couldn't take it anymore. Not holding back, Leo forced Osamu to the ground once again. The two engaged in a fight, their weapons clashing, their movements fluid. They each executed katas that they had longed mastered, trying with all their might to find a split moment of weakness. Leo went to the offensive, his emotion gave him momentum to attack more furiously. He could feel his adrenaline climb back. He knew it wouldn't last long, he knew he had to end everything right here and right now.

After what felt like hours of fighting, Leo delivered a swift kick to Osamu's abdomen. The soldier fell to the ground in pain and in utter exhaustion. This was the moment. This was the moment Leo had waited for. He raised his katana high over Osamu.

"You dare attack and take a member of my family after we continue to suffer the loss of our father. You dare make plans about transforming my little brother into someone that will come to serve you and leave our clan. You are sadly mistaken, Osamu. Tonight, your plans fail. Tonight, your reign of terror over my family ends along with your pitiful life."

He raised his weapon high, positioning it over Osamu's heart. This was it. The final blow.

Closing his eyes, Leo brought down his weapon, waiting for the katana to hit the soft flesh. Instead, Leo was met with the sound of steel hitting wood. Letting his eyes flutter open, Leo frantically searched for what had caused the weapon to halt in its descent. His stomach flipped, his heart racing, his mind telling him it was all a lie. It had to be the rain messing with his sight, there was no way.

He gaze locked with the soft, crimson eyes he had grown up with. The eyes that held so much emotion and turmoil, it squeezed at Leo's heartstrings. Yet, these were different. They were filled with the same hate he had seen from Osamu's gaze. But this. . .it couldn't be.

And yet, it was.

Leo took several clumsy steps backwards as he came face to face with Donatello, his supposedly missing little brother.

"No. . ." Leo said in the moment. His weapons fell to the ground, splashing in puddles of water. His hands moving up to his mouth as sobs threatened to expel. "D-Donnie?" He gapped.

The brainy turtle wore nothing of his usual wrappings or gear. In their stead was a smaller version of what Osamu wore. Donnie was covered in thick armor, his wrapping was replaced by thick cuffs at his wrists. His usually bare feet were fitted with a special fabric that engulfed his legs. His pads were made of a metal, thick blades sticking from them for anyone who dared to get close. Yet, the most shocking and heart wrenching change was the loss of the purple bandana Donnie had grown up with. In place of the beloved fabric laid nothing. Donnie's face was masked by nothing but long dried blood stains, matching the cold, heartless stare. Even his bo was blackened, having a longer naginata blade than before.

In the background, Leo could hear Osamu's laughter. Leo creeped closer, resting his hand on Donnie's shoulder. Donnie seemed aware of the gesture, but did nothing to condone it.

"Donnie. . .what did he do to you?" Leo asked, he did nothing to stop the tears that formed and raced down his face, soaking into mask.

"I told you Leonardo. The next time you would see your precious brother, he wouldn't be the same." Osamu said.

"No. . .you're wrong! This, this isn't real. This isn't my brother!" Leo yelled.

"Aniki. . ." Donnie's voice cut through the swarm of chaos that Leo felt he was trapped in. "You never came. . ."

"I know Otouto, I know but I'm here now. Please, don't let this man overpower you. Please Donnie."

"You're too late."

"Your brother is no more, Leonardo."

"You left me to die!"

"The brother you once knew is broken."

"You've forsaken me Leonardo!"

"NO!"

Leo sprang from the comforts of his bed, his heart racing, sweat dropped from his brow. The clock on his night stand informed him of the early hour.

This wasn't his first nightmare he's had since that night but it felt like the hardest one.

It was the first one where he actually saw his missing brother and heard his voice. Though, it was anything but comforting. Donnie was always known for his gentle tone. The brainy turtle hardly ever spoke with such hate, such malice. But that wasn't what terrified him the most. No, as much as it did hurt to hear Donnie's voice, it was how he looked that made Leo's core shake. The overall image of what his nightmare had created of his brother was horrific. Everything about Donnie, it was either heavily changed or completely gone. It was as if Leo was looking at a new turtle.

He rubbed his tired eyes. Despite the hour Leo knew he wasn't getting any sleep. Not that he had gotten much to begin with. The only reason as to why he agreed to getting rest was from April and Karai's constant nagging. He knew deep down that they meant well but rest was nearly impossible to get when he kept having these painful nightmares that reminded him of his failure.

Using more force than necessary, Leo opened his bedroom door and trudged to the kitchen. He couldn't hear Mikey's snores nor Raph's occasional grunts.

'They must still be on patrol.'

One week. One week and still no sign of Donatello or the new threat that had taken his brother. One excruciating long week.

The first night wasn't easy. After the ambush, Leo was brought back to the lair to be treated for the injury to his shoulder. It irritated him that a simple injury took more than two hours to treat. No one had knowledge on how to execute treatment for a deep gash, or at least wasn't skilled in the art. Donnie was the one they all turned to for medical treatment. From sewing to full on operations, Donnie was the one who carried the weight of family medic.

There were rare moments when Donnie was unable to treat himself. When they had been just small turtle tots, Donnie had come down with a bad pneumonia. It lasted for more than two weeks, nearly giving them all a heart attack as it grew worse. Leo thought that they really were going to lose him. Luckily, with Splinter's help, Donnie pulled through and made a smooth recovery.

Whenever the genius was found sick or injured, at least the brothers could turn to their father for aid. Splinter wasn't as prepared or as knowledgeable, his medical expertise usually surrounding the spirit more than physical ailments, but he knew more than the other turtles and that was good enough.

But Leo couldn't turn to his father. None of them could. . .

After research and much preparation, April had been the one to treat the injury. Her needlework was rough and wasn't in any way perfect but it did its job. Once the wound had been wrapped, Leo made no hesitation to prepare for another outing. He ignored the pain in his shoulder and alerted his team that they were heading out. Raph had said nothing but agreed. It was clear that Raph's thoughts were troubled. His usually angry outbursts changed into muttered cursing. Leo wanted to comfort his younger brother but knew that doing so would result in another injury. Besides, they couldn't waste time indulging in emotions.

Mikey's tearful eyes were enough to crush Leo's already broken heart. His youngest brother had been absolutely heartbroken about the loss of Donnie. There was no doubt that the youngest brothers shared the closest bond. They were each other's best friends. When they were all younger, Mikey would turn to Donnie whenever Leo and Raph had gotten into petty arguments. Even now, Mikey would spend hours in Donnie's lab, helping the brainy turtle out with whatever project he was working on. It killed Leo to see Mikey so distraught but in the end, Mikey had dried his tears and readied himself.

April, Karai, and Casey had also quickly agreed on the patrol. In no time at all, the group had made their venture to the surface yet again, this time on a mission.

The thought of one of their own being taken, drove the brothers harder and harder. Their search efforts continued late until the peaks of dawn appeared. Reluctantly, Leo knew he had to call it off until the next evening. As much as he wanted to continue, he couldn't risk the chances of humans finding them. It was a decision where he had to act as leader despite his big brother instincts. Unfortunately, the rest of his brothers didn't need to make such decisions, leading them to act on their brotherly emotions.

Raph was beyond angry, he had been furious with the choice Leo had made. So much so, the brother in red had gone off on his own into the city. It irritated Leo but he knew that if he was in Raph's shoes, he would've done the same. Thankfully, Mikey had been a little more willing to end the search. April and Casey had opted to continue, seeing as they were humans and didn't have to worry about wondering eyes. Karai talked about getting some of her soldiers ready and sending scouts around the city to find information. It helped a little with Leo's anxiety but without Donnie or Raph. . .Leo and Mikey felt utterly defeated by the time they returned to their home.

"That was just the first night. . ." Leo thought bitterly as he sat in his usual spot by the kitchen table.

The nights that followed fell into a rhythmic beat. Leo and Mikey would search through the night, doing whatever they could during the day. Leo tried sleeping, his body begged for relief, but the moment his eyes closed all he could see was Donnie's helpless body or Osamu's deadly glare. As for Mikey, Leo knew that even he was struggling with getting rest. Leo recalled a night after a vicious nightmare, Leo had gone to check on his brothers, mimicking the gesture as he did the same thing just in the week prior. He found Raph's bed absent and could hear quiet sobs from Mikey's. It broke his heart to see his younger brothers suffering for a second time. It was hard enough to watch them suffer through Splinter's death but with one of their own now missing, it was too much to bear.

As Leo and Mikey fell into their own similar routines, as did Raph. Unlike the other two, Raph barely spent anytime in the lair. Whenever Leo did catch a glimpse of his immediate younger brother it was only ever in the late night. During those moments where Raph was home, he barely spoke a word. Anything he would say was only the confirmation that Donnie's whereabouts were still unknown. After a few calls from April, Leo had found that Raph and Casey spent time during the day looking for Donnie around the more dangerous parts of the city, and crashing for a couple hours in April's apartment when his body reached far beyond its limit.

The night they were on now was the mark of a week. The absence of Donnie was starting to take its toll on everyone and Leo didn't know how long they would all last. Mikey had started to take more time in searching, hence the reason for his absence. Karai and April spent time figuring out which parts of the city they hadn't looked at yet. All the while Leo struggled to keep everyone unified. A job that he often had Donnie's help in.

Donnie. . .

Leo looked over to his shoulder injury, letting out a painful sigh. Donnie was always there for them. He always managed to figure out some solution, even when he didn't have a clue what he was dealing with. Nothing stopped his overworking brain from finding a solution. It was just another amazing quality that Leo knew he overlooked. Leo knew if Donnie were here he would be doing everything he could to find Osamu and his ninjas. He would've taken care of Leo's injury without a second thought as to how it would be done or the steps needed. He would've set aside his basic needs to figure out the answer. Donnie would put everything before himself in a heartbeat because that's just how he was. That's just how he's always been.

Leo's eyes filled with tears. His upright body slouched, until his head was cushioned on his two arms.

"Donnie, I-I'm so s-sorry. . .you n-needed me and I cou-. . .I couldn't save you. . ." Leo sobbed into his arms, his voice breaking, his mind thinking back once again, to a moment where he had failed once again when it came to Donnie's safety.

He stood at the foot of the door, his head gently leaning against it. He could hear the muffled exchange of voices between his two youngest brothers that were currently occupying it. Their conversation seemed lighthearted as the occasional sound of Mikey's laugh filled the closed room. It brought a slight smile to Leo's troubled expression. He wanted nothing more than to just barge in and start apologizing. The whole reason Mikey was currently in Donnie's room, heck, the reason why they both were in there was due to the fact that Donnie had just come out of a life-threatening explosion.

'That I caused.' Leo thought sorrowfully to himself.

For the past couple of days, Leo, Karai, and Shinigami (Karai's friend) had worked together to take down Shredder's corporations. It had been Karai's idea initially. Her vendetta against Shredder gave her the fire behind the decision but it ultimately blinded her. Leo wasn't a hundred percent innocent either. He had foolishly let his long lasting feelings for Karai get in the way of his role as a leader. He followed and helped her through her plans, keeping everything secret from both his father and his brothers. It's not that Leo didn't trust them, it was that he knew they wouldn't be on board with it. Raph would make comments about how Karai was leading him into disaster, Donnie would come up with all the possible outcomes that would lead to his death, and Mikey would either join Leo as an attempt to make sure Leo was being careful or try to reason with him. Deep down, Leo knew they would all be right but he just couldn't let go what his feelings were telling him. So Leo ignored his gut, he left his family in the dark about what he was doing and followed Karai's command.

At first, everything seemed fine. They took down a building where Shredder kept if not all, a huge sum of his money. They burned it all down and made sure nothing was left. They ran into a little trouble with Hun but with the three of them, the purple dragon fell. Leo had returned home and though his brothers had suspicion of Karai's antics, they had no idea that Leo was aiding her.

The next night Karai had messaged Leo about another heist. This time Karai planned to take down Shredder's chemical factory. It was significantly bigger than the last building and Leo knew it would be more dangerous. There was a higher chance of Shredder's henchmen being there along with who knew how many footbots.

Leo could feel his gut churning. Something didn't feel right at the moment. He wanted to talk Karai out of it or inform at least one of his brothers what he was doing. Yet, Leo's heart overpowered his mind. He let his senses of logic whiter away as he followed Karai and Shinigami to the chemical factory.

Leo had been right in his assumption that there would be some of Shredder's henchmen. Tigerclaw, Bebop, and Rocksteady had been at the factory. Luckily, it was an in and out operation. The group planted small explosives around the area, making a quick haste before Tigerclaw could get them. The teens had been able to escape the building. They sat on a nearby rooftop as they waited to see the explosives erupt. Within a minute a full blown explosion shook the surrounding area. Car alarms fired off and shattered glass coated the streets. Leo could hear the vicious growl of Tigerclaw and knew they all had to escape. As he and the others began to depart, Leo' eyes shifted to the lower pavement, his heart stopping.

Cradled in Raph and Mikey's arms was the unconscious form of Donatello's body.

He informed Karai and Shini about the situation before quickly leaving them. He hated that he was ditching them but his brothers took first priority, especially if one was down for the count.

He followed his two conscious brothers into the party wagon, asking them why the shell they were here. Raph's response was nothing short of unpleasant. . .

"We were looking for you when Donnie got blown up!"

'Donnie got blown up!'

Leo took a step back from his brother's bedroom door. It was because of him that Splinter had resorted to using the healing mantra on Donnie. Without Donnie's medical expertise, the healing hands were the only method that had a chance at helping Donnie. Luckily they worked and Donnie seemed he was going to pull through.

After all the night's events, Donnie had retired to his bedroom where Splinter had ordered him to get plenty of rest. Mikey and Raph had followed Donnie to his room ready to remind Donnie that working on projects was not a means of resting.

That had been nearly an hour ago. Raph had departed to his room, hence why Leo wanted to use this time to talk to his brother. Without Raph, Leo felt a little safer going about his apology. Whenever any one of them was injured Raph took it upon himself to act as the overall protector, watching over the injured brother until he deemed they were okay. Tonight was no exception. Raph had definitely been giving Leo the cold shoulder, making sure that Leo kept his distance.

Taking a deep breath, and knowing his time with Donnie would be limited, Leo gently knocked on the door.

The voices in the room went dead silent and for a moment too long everything was awkward.

"Who is it?" He heard Mikey ask.

"Who do you think it is Mikey?" Leo asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone. He was here to seek forgiveness after all, not make another brother upset.

"Heh heh, sup Leo." Mikey laughed as he peeked the door open, not letting Leo glimpse at Donnie.

"Can I speak to Donnie please?" Leo asked.

"Hmm. . ."

"Mikey just let him in." Leo heard Donnie's hoarse voice in the background.

"You got it D!" Mikey said, turning his head back inside the room. "If he gives you any trouble Don, don't be afraid to yell. Your dude's right across the hall." Mikey said firmly, with a hint of mischief. Leo wanted to roll his eyes but strayed. He didn't need another brother upset at him.

There was a 'I know Mikey' before Mikey exited the room.

"You don't plan on ditching us again, right?" Mikey asked before he went to his own room.

"Don't worry Mikey, I'm not going anywhere." Leo responded. With a nod, Mikey entered his room, leaving Leo standing at Donnie's door, alone. After a few moments of prolonged silence, he gently gripped the door handle.

"Are you going to stand there forever or do you need an invitation, Leo?" Donnie asked smugly. Leo chuckled to himself but quickly halted as he caught sight of his brother for the first time since Donnie was conscious. The room was dim, the only lighting coming from the small desktop lamp at Donnie's bedside table. Still, even with the small lighting Leo could see the bruises that were beginning to form on his brother's body.

He saw bandages wrapped around Donnie's forearms and plenty of band aids that seemed to be all over the place. Leo assumed those must've been Mikey's touch as Donnie was never one to over use something as simple as a band aid. The last thing Leo noticed was that Donnie wasn't wearing his usual purple bandana. The small fabric was neatly folded beside the lamp instead. It gave Leo the chance to see Donnie's full face. His brother's eyes looked droopy as dark bags accompanied them. Leo tried to analyze Donnie's body further but the mass of blankets made it impossible to see anything else.

"H-Hey Donnie. . ." Leo said, his voice already breaking.

"Hey Leo, what's up? Are you okay?" Donnie asked. He looked over his brother and could see that there was something deeply troubling his oldest sibling. Having years of practice, Donnie became an expert on knowing when one of his siblings was troubled or needed advice. Leo would carry a gloom expression along with a lazy stride. Raph would keep to himself, barely saying a word to anyone, and Mikey would also keep to himself and be void of his usual excitement and energy. As for Donnie himself, he would just stick to his lab and avoid everyone until the problem was either solved or became a distant memory.

"I'm fine Donnie, are you okay?" Leo asked, putting more emphasis on the 'you'. He hated how Donnie asked him first how he was feeling. He wasn't the one that was in the building, nor was he the one that saved his other two brothers from potentially fatal injuries. No, that was all Donnie.

"Eh, it's nothing new really. My injuries aren't as bad as they look and shouldn't take more than a couple days to heal. I mean, I really could be up and ready for action by tomorrow but seeing how Raph and Master Splinter have restricted me to bed rest, which apparently includes no midnight projects, it'll be a little longer than necessary. I don't completely mind though. I get they're just looking out for me but it's not like I have any fatal injuries but I do suppose-"

"That's not what I mean Donatello." Leo said, interrupted what was sure to be a long ramble that Donnie was known for doing. He didn't mean to come out so sternly but he felt this was serious. He needed Donnie's full attention and honesty. Luckily, that's what Donnie was known for. His little brother looked up at him with confusion but overall attentive ears so to speak.

"Just tell me how you feel. . .emotionally."

"Leo, if this is about you feeling guilty, I'm not mad."

"But you should be!" Leo shouted, quickly ducking his head from the high volume.

"Leo, I'm not mad, I'm really not. Sure, I'm a little disappointed that you tagged along with Karai without trusting any of us, again, but I know you. If there was a chance that we would have gotten hurt you wouldn't have teamed up with her in the first place." Donnie replied softly.

"I just wish. . .I just wish that I would've thought about it. I should've known that you guys would-"

"Leo," Donnie interrupted, "instead of thinking of the endless what-ifs or what could've been done. Instead, focus your energy on what will happen next time. Let tonight be a lesson for the future, okay?"

With a deep sigh, Leo met Donnie's gaze. Once again Donnie was helping him when he should be the one helping Donnie. It was just another quality of Donnie that made Leo's heart break once again for what he had done.

"Never again' He had thought. Never again would Leo let Donnie get hurt from one of his mistakes.

Leo walked back to the corridors, stopping at Donnie's door. That night hadn't been too long ago yet it felt like it had been years since. Just like the night where he and Raph had carried Donnie to his bed after finding the genius sleeping in his lab. That night he had made the promise that he was going to do whatever it took to help Donnie through his clear depression.

"It seems I can't keep any promises to you Donnie. . ." Leo whispered as he leaned his head against Donnie's bedroom door.

"His loyalties will lie with me."

"You left me to die!"

"He won't be the same."

"You've forsaken me!"

Over and over Leo could hear the voices of his nightmare and what Osamu had actually spoken to him. It was all just too much. He'd yet to say the vial words to his brothers. He knew it was wrong but he didn't want them knowing what could turn out to be true. It was too dark. . .

Donnie was who knew where. He had no family to comfort him. There was no Splinter to meditate to, no brothers to support him, or no friends to talk to. His brainy brother was alone with his thoughts, a dangerous situation given the state of Donnie's emotional wellbeing.

For the umpteenth time that night, Leo felt tears stream down his face, landing near his feet on the floor. . .

A/N: Poor Leo :(

Stay tuned for next week to see how our dear Donnie is doing during all of this :)

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