Chapter IV
Disclaimer: I do not own The Gargoyles, The TMNT or any characters there in. Nor do I own anyone's opinions or takes on these characters. This is simply my view on certain characters, and any semblance to other fanfics is completely unintentional. Note: Alone is the second fic in my gargoyles/TMNT series which will soon split into a co-authored fic world (run in fear!). This happens 5/97, after 'The Logic of Dreams' but you don't have to read that for this to make sense. I hope you enjoy;) Thanks to Deana for telling me the name of the ninja outfits! And thanks for all the great reviews so far everyone, the next chapter is longer then this, honest!!;)
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Leonardo leaned heavily against the wall, fighting a loosing battle to keep his eyes open and stop the blood loss from his arm. His katannas slid out of nerveless fingers, falling to the ground with an echoing clatter and splash. He was vaguely aware of his sensei and the strange creature breaking off their conversation and heading towards him, where Raphael was...
Leo blinked and jerked back slightly as he realized that his brother in red was standing less then half a foot in front of him. When had he gotten there? WHY was he standing there? ...And why did he look both angry and worried?
Leo blinked blankly again as it occurred to him that his brother had been talking to him. ...What had he said? A tiny corner of his mind realized that he was going into shock from blood loss, probably as a result of that damned suirken that had hit him earlier in the fight... He sagged a bit suddenly, he was so tired... Raph was talking again and he'd missed what the sai wielding turtle had said once more. What was wrong? His vision faded, graying around the corners. So tired...
"Leo!"
The blue masked turtle tied to yank himself out of the fog he'd been drifting deeper into as Raphael grabbed his shoulders and proceeded to shake him slightly. When Raphael failed to get a response, he shook Leo's shoulders a bit harder.
"Dammit, Leo!! Answer me!"
Answer him? Had he asked a question? So tired... Leonardo tried to push his brother away, as having his shoulders shaken had made his head ring and the gray that covered his vision grow. The katanna wielding turtle was vaguely surprised and confused when he failed to push Raphael away by so much as a thumb length. ...Raph was speaking again... missed it.
Holding the unofficial leader on one shoulder, the red-masked turtle grabbed his brothers shin and stared critically at his brother's eyes, checking the pupils.
No focus...
Raphael cursed with all the venom he could in both English and Japanese, quickly slinging one of Leonardo's arms over his shoulder and taking as much of the blue-masked turtle's weight as he could. "SPLINTER!" he shouted, helping Leo walk towards their sensei. "Hold tight, Leo."
Hold tight? To what? Why? What was... tired... so tired. He heard the soft rumble of Splinter's voice, but the words he spoke no longer made sense. His vision faded to a uniform gray as the pain faded like mist before the sun, then everything began to darken to black... he was so tired, all he wanted to do was sleep...
"Leo?"
Strange sound, someone was shaking his shoulders... Leave me alone, I just want to sleep...
"Leo?!"
Let me be... So tired, haven't slept in ages... Worrying about the others, about the Foot showing up again... a little sleep. What was wrong with that?
"Leo!?"
Darkness
"LEO!!"
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Brooklyn stood off to the side, staring sadly at the small tableau of the rat, Splinter, and the turtle red trying to awaken the fallen turtle, heedless of the wall of rain that surrounded them. The smell of blood was thick and sweet in the air, mixed with the stench of fear and musk of sweat... The brown-red gargoyle's tail lashed, he felt like a target here. He walked slowly towards the two ninja, uncertain what to do, beyond help... Just at the edge of his hearing range, the sound of sirens began, getting slowly louder... Most likely heading this way. "We can't stay," he said. "The cops are coming..."
Raphael glared up at the gargoyle, but he couldn't deny that the oni like creature was right, the cops would be here soon, more then likely... Raph ducked slightly and went to pick up his brother.
He'd forgotten about the gash on his arm. He couldn't carry him, couldn't drag him, and there was no way Leo could walk, even if he were to lean on Raph. "Dammit Leo, wake da hell up..."
The only two choices he could see were... leave his brother. Or stay and be captured. The fight echoed in his mind. Sure, they always fought, they always said... always wished... for the other to die, but... while they oft meant it in the heat of the moment, they were still brothers.
'Dammit Leo, wake up... wake up ya jerk! I don't care if yer a pig-headed-control-freak, yer still my brother! Wake up, wake UP!! Tell me off for staying out till da ungodly hours and makin ya stay up to make sure I'm okay! For not focusing! Anything! Anything... Just wake up...
...Wake up...'
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It was the sirens that made Brooklyn decide his course of action. He could hear several of them now, getting closer at a rapid rate. They had to get out of here... NOW! Considering the pouring rain, gliding was out... but he could CARRY the injured turtle...
He stepped up to the three mutants and ducked down, carefully picking the injured turtle up, trying not to jar him too much. He'd awoken from similar situations as this, and he well knew the aches that resulted from a 'rescue'.
"'Ey! What're ya-"
"You lead. I'll follow."
Splinter and Raphael both glanced at each other, then the gargoyle, confused. The Raphael spoke up cautiously, wondering what he was missing. "Come again?"
Brooklyn sighed and rolled his eyes. "We obviously need to get out of here. I can carry your injured clan member. You lead. I'll follow."
Raphael looked to Splinter, his eyes hopeful, but worried. The turtle could see the debate going on in his sensei's mind. Splinter could save his son, but in order to do so, he would have to reveal the location of his home to an unknown. Secrecy vs. family, training vs. instinct. Splinter opened his eyes and met Brooklyn's, quietly studying what he saw there. The aging rat frowned and got to his feet.
"This way."
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Author's Notes:
Yes, I'm picking on Leo in this chapter. Primarily because most of the fics I've seen pick on Raph, so I figured I'd even the scales out a bit. I like Leo and Raph equally, but I wanted the unexpected character to be 'tortured'... and if you call three brothers and father smoothing you with sweetness anything but torture... *evil laugh*
Okay, I hope I haven't confused anyone TOO badly. This stuff will actually be mentioned in the stories as it goes on, but I'm keeping this here so people can get a quick summery of the history in 'my' realm. The year is currently 1997. The Goliath Chronicles did NOT occur here. The gargoyles portion of this fic-series goes off on a parallel course after Hunter's Moon. The Quarrymen do exist, as does the P. I.T. crew, however, most of the human populace think the gargoyles were just an elaborate hoax, someone creating robots again in the shape of monsters. The remainder of the public is torn between hating and loving the gargoyles... and just wanting them to go away. Jason Canmore has joined the CSI. He's still in a wheelchair, but he's enjoying the desk job he has (more or less) in the laboratory and is slowly proving himself to be a trustworthy. Robyn Canmore has been given parole and is job hunting and John is still MIA (actually, he's in charge of the Quarry men).
I'm using the new TMNT TV series for this crossover (primarily because it's following the comics, but I like the gadgets and tone of it a bit better then the comics... Never thought I'd say that) Since the show isn't over yet, I'm using what has occurred so far in the series and mixing it up with the comic book history, first and second movie and my own imagination. The new series seems to be taking place in 1995 (cell phones, DVDs, etc) The Purple Dragons are a bit more like the gang we see in the first NT movie. There's a silent crime wave going on as the Purple Dragons recruit teenagers and teach them the basics of breaking and entering, pick-pocketing, etc. The better fighters in the Purple Dragons are being taken in to be taught ninjitsu. Tatsu (yes, the grunting guy from the movie;) is in charge of training the foot, while Hun is in charge of their deployment. The purple dragons aren't aware of who they're working for, so even if the police break them up, there's no way of connecting the crimes to Oroko Saki, the respected business man.
No, the gargs and turtles aren't really aware of each other. In the comics and new series, most of the turtles actions are happening very quickly topside, inside buildings, or underground. The odds of the gargoyles or police realizing that there is a 'Foot' clan are somewhere between very low and flat out impossible.
In the year since hunter moon and Alone, Demona has gone seemingly MIA and has done nothing illegal, so though Elisa and the others are watching Nightstone Inc, there's nothing for them to find. Leo and Raph have been getting a bit more aggressive towards each other, but it has yet to reach a head. Goliath is following the route he seemed to be taking in the Goliath Chronicles and is pushing for the clan to take on more human customs and let the public know about their presence. Meanwhile, also following his GC 'path' Brooklyn seems to be resisting the changes, and openly disagreeing with Goliath about revealing their presence. Or at least, that's my take on the circumstances;)
And yes, Splinter STILL kicks ass;)
