AUTHOR'S NOTE AND SHOUTOUTS: A nice, sentimental chapter. I hadn't actually started out writing it that way, but that's the way it went. I loved it so much I kept it all. I hope you all love it too. Again, I will be switching P.O.V's on this story.

WARNING: some language in this chapter thanks to Raph!

S.H.M.J.: I have to say I always get a good chuckle out of reading your reviews. very humorous! keep them coming. hehe.

Mikey's P.O.V.

I trudged back to the lair, feeling heartbroken. She had totally forgotten me! Amnesia was the culprit. I frowned. I knew nothing about the disease except it took all your memories. How long would it last? what if it lasted forever? I felt tears sting my eyes at that thought. God, I would die.

I sniffled as I entered the living room. Raph, as per usual, was watching late night cartoons. I heard snoring. Well, was watching.

It was just as well I totally didn't want to fight with him now. I was tired and sad and wished to be alone.

"Michelangelo." I nearly jumped at the sound of Splinter's voice.

"Yes, sensei?" I said quietly as not to wake the sleeping hot-headed turtle.

"Come with me." I followed the rat into his small bedroom, which was currently filled with the scent of lavendar incense.

Once we were inside, and the door was closed, he spoke.

"Where have you been, my son?"

"I went to visit her, sensei." I stiffened, waiting for him to scold me.

"I see." He didn't seem angry, which was puzzling to me. I had thought for sure he would be. "Is she awake yet?"

I nodded. "Yes, but she screamed when she saw me...she-she didn't know who I was..." Tears pricked my eyes again and freely rolled down my cheeks.

Splinter's boney hand reached out and touched my shoulder. "Amnesia?" again, I nodded.

"Give her time. That is the best thing you can do, my son. Let her be for a time. I am sure that she shall remember you and come looking for you. In the meantime, I, and your brothers shall support you and help you. For that is what a family does."

I knew sensei was right, but I knew that it would be hard. After all, I admitted to myself, I was in love with her. And love was patient, right?

Raph's P.O.V.

I watched my bro mope around the house like somebody had taken a stinkin' net and stolen his soul. This was sick! It had been going on for months and I was fucking sick of it. When would he learn to move on? I shook my head. Knowing Mikey, he might never. Once he cared about somebody, that was it. He cared about you whether you liked it or not.

I had been sleeping moments ago, but my ninja alertness told me someone was in the same room as I and I was once again awake. I opened one eye to see Mikey walking towards the dojo. He still looked unhappy, but slightly better than before. The temptation to ask him why was strong. But, unfortunately, thanks to us not being on exactly good terms, I couldn't.

The lecture he had given me about saying what I did to Christine was still fresh in my mind.

"Raph, her going back didn't crush me as much as you think. I knew she had to, bro. After all, she was on vacation!"

"You still moped around. It killed me to know she'd done it to you."

"Raph, you need to stop being such an ass! The Big Dude Upstairs will grant you love one day, you know."

"I'm not fucking jealous of you!"

"Right..."

I growled at the memory. I hated that Mikey had read me so easily. Yeah, I was jealous. He had found someone to love him. Who's to say that would happen to me, let alone the rest of us? We were a fuckin' bunch of freaks of nature! Mikey had that one in a million miracle happen to him. It just wasn't fair.

I sighed and got up off the couch and headed into my room. I wasn't going to have a comfortable sleep if I stayed there.

Mikey's P.O.V.

I stared at the dummy in front of me, swirling my chucks. It was funny, I thought, that I would be in here practicing without Leo or Donny nagging me to. I smiled despite my current mood and landed some basic kicks on the dummy, then some tougher ones, and went from there. By the time I was done, It was so beat up that if one laid their finger on it, it would turn into a heap of straw on and fabric.

As I went through our normal practice routines, I didn't notice Leo come in.

"You're actually practicing, I'm impressed bro." he said, grinning.

I sent him a half-hearted smile. "Yeah." I sighed for a moment, compelled to open up to him. He was always the most understanding of my brothers when it came to our emotional problems. Had little tolerance for Raph though, but we all knew that was because they had been at odds since they had fully mutated and learned to talk.

"She woke up today, Leo." I said simply.

Leo smiled. "Really? how is she?" he asked, eager to know.

Pain squeezed my heart. "She doesn't remember me. She has...uh...I think sensei called it 'Amnesia.' "

Sympathy filled Leo's features. "Awh man, I'm sorry." he said and hugged me. I hugged him back, feeling slightly better.

When he released me, I sighed. "I'm totally gratefull for your and Donny's support, by the way. Just thought I should let ya know."

"That's what family is for, Mikey." I gave him a look that told him I understood.

"Man," Leo said as he unsheathed his katanas to polish them, "You've really grown up alot, you know."

I nearly dropped my chucks upon hearing his comment. "What?"

"You've grown up." he repeated. "You're becoming an adult, Mikey. Mind-blowing isn't it?" he teased, turning his katana. The light shone off the blade's deadly edge.

I couldn't help but grin at that. "I guess so." I tucked my chucks into my belt. "I am coming to understand alot of stuff I didn't before."

"Exactly my point." my blue bandana wearing brother said. As I left the dojo, I realized that for the first time in months, I felt as though I was going to survive this struggle. Thank God for those guys, I thought.

Leo's P.O.V.

I smiled as Mikey left the dojo. I was so proud of him I thought I would burst. He had been through alot. Wondering and waiting for the woman he loved to wake up and now she hadn't a clue who he was thanks to Amnesia. And yet, here he was still himself and growing up nicely.

I wasn't sure if I could be that strong if I had been dealt the same hand. Mikey had what the rest of lacked. Unquestioned faith. He always believed things would work out one way or another. I was eternally gratefull he was part of our team and my brother. He keeps us sane, I realized. not only with his faith, but his easy humour and kindness.

I thought back to the time I had been practicing a particularly hard move with my katanas and I couldn't seem to get it. I was frustrated and ready to give up. Donny and Raph had been teasing me about it never going to be able to penetrate my thick head. I had been hurt and angry and had stormed to my room.

From my room, I had heard Mikey stick up for me and tell them to leave me alone. After that, he had promptly marched into my room, grabbed me by my bandana and dragged me into the dojo.

"You're going to get this if it kills me! You can do it!"

"No...it's too hard, Mikey. It's okay."

"Oooh no! don't take that attitude with me, dude!"

His frown had been so comical, I had to laugh at him. He'd merely grinned, happy he had that reaction. And from there, he had helped me out and eventually I did end up getting it. Now, it was my signature move. Since then, whenever I started to doubt myself, he would give me that frown and I would remember.

Now, it was my turn to help him through this. I was more than happy to. I knew the two of them would be back together and happy again. Call it Mikey Faith. I grinned at that. With that on my side, I couldn't lose.

I stared out the window of my hospital room. I wanted so much to leave here, but I had to stay for a barrage of tests to see how much trauma had been sustained to my brain. So much for a next day discharge, I thought bitterly. I had already been through a few, but I guessed they were fussy about it all. I wasn't feeling any pain or anything at the moment so I figured that had to mean it wasn't too bad.

Thoughts of my mysterious intruder popped back into my head as they had off and on for a while now. How in the hell could a huge turtle exist like that? Or maybe I was imagining it. I was on rather alot of pain killers at the moment. And most importantly, why was I dwelling on it? Perhaps because there was this nagging voice inside me saying that I knew him. From somewhere. somehow.

I sighed. Maybe a nap was in order. And with that, I crawled back into bed. But when I slept, I drempt. Visions of a long, deadly blade cutting my cheek, dust, cracking wood, running, panic, fighting left and right, blurs of green, blue, orange, red and purple all raced through my mind.

What the HELL did it all mean?!

I sprang awake. "Now that was an oddball dream." I said to myself, putting it lightly. It had shaken me to the core. I had a feeling they were memories try to come back, but couldn't just yet. I hoped to God that I could figure it all out soon. I found a sketchpad near my bed and attempted to draw what I had seen in my dream. I watched as my pencil flew across the paper. It was clear that I had some artistic skill. Well, that told me something about me. I was an artist on some level.

I noticed that if I stared at the drawing long enough, I could make out two figures. As to who they were, I didn't know. Great. Yet another mystery for me. I felt instantly weary and sad. Man, this loss of memory was depressing.

"One small puzzle piece." I thought and kept staring at the drawing, hoping something else would pop into my brain. Nothing did. frustrated, I set the pad down and tried to get back to sleep. After all, I had therapy tomorrow.